Final Bondage Writer: Writing Your Own BDSM Story Makes It Reality

By Zatanna Dark

Writer's Love to Fantasize about their own Erotic, BDSM Stories as they Write Them. With a First Person View of the Pleasures Pain and Bondage, they can Only Imagine what the Main Character is Actually Experiencing . . . Actually Feeling . . .

The Best of Stories often causing them the need to . . . let's say: "Take a Break"

"Welcome to 'Make it Reality'. A New Service where You, yes You! Can become your Own Main Character for a Day. Submit your Short Story to Us. Give Us a Week and we'll 'Make it Reality'!"

"We can't accept Stories where you become a Super Hero or Win the Lottery. But you need to ask yourself: Isn't the Ultimate BDSM Session of your Own Fantasy like Winning the Lottery? So Submit Your Story and Submit Yourself to Us Today!"

Things become even more Interesting, unexpected and Dangerous after her Best Friend uploads the Stories for her. Seems Naughty Sarah wants to be an Editor . . .

Love Zatanna

WARNING: Contains Scenes of, but not limited to - Kidnapping, Bondage, Spanking, Dildos, Cat Women, Gang Bang, BDSM, Pain, Pleasure, . . . Oh, and Romance ; )

NOTE: "Bath Time Betty" makes her Debut Cross-Over from my "HYPER-REALISTIC HORROR HOTEL" Series! Love Her or Hate Her . . . There's no Avoiding Her!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zatanna Dark
• Release date: Jan 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005462659

Zatanna Dark

SCROLL TO BOTTOM OF PAGE FOR BOOKS, THANKS, ZATANNAWelcome to My World. I didn't start Truly Living in it myself until Experiencing My first moment of True Helplessness. As we walk the World Day to Day, there's Endless Responsibilities weighing us down. Taking away our Joy. Yes, you can try to enjoy the Day, but what about taking care of this or doing that. Maybe you should be doing all of those things instead of Fully Enjoying your Day . . .Or, we could go to the Bar, do some Drugs, trying to just Relax. Trust me, this doesn't work. The moment you've finally taken enough to Relax, to just forget about your worries, is also the same moment your Senses are so Dulled, you miss or forget the Pleasure. There was your chance to bring back your Joy . . . too bad you won't remember it.Imagine with me a Different and Way Better Option. Imaging the moment where none of your other Endless Responsibilities matter. They just don't matter because even if you wanted to work on them, you can't. There's no Guilt here. When the choice of enjoying every Second of Pleasure becomes Your Only Choice. Now imagine this with all of your Senses Heightened as the Memory of this moment stays with you Long After . . .I'm sharing with my True reasons for enjoying Bondage. To be Tied Helplessly. To Tie Another Helplessly. To be Bound naked Breasts to Breasts while Helpless. To share my Stories of the Helpless with you, My Much Loved Reader. As you can see the Common word is Helpless. Let me explain why you Must be Helpless for the Pleasure to Fully take over your Body, Soul and Mind.For your Mind to Fully enter the World of Pure Pleasure you must first be completely Un-Bound from your Endless Responsibilities. As long as the choice to work on them exists, you will Never be Free of them, not even for a moment. This can Only Happen once you’re Completely, Totally, Utterly Helpless. If you can Houdini your way loose, if you can talk your way out, if you can just use your Puppy Dog Eyes and Sad face to be release, Then You Were Never Helpless.WARNING: Many of my Stories involved No Safe-Word, Not knowing your Safe-Word, being Gagged and unable to say your Safe-Word. This can and is Very Dangerous, as you'll learn through the eyes of some of my Characters. For myself, my Characters and you seeing through their eyes, this takes the overall experience, pain & pleasure to the Next Level. A level that just can't be reached if all they need to do is yell "Purple Banana! Purple Banana!". No Safe-Word = Completely Helpless.If this makes you uncomfortable, it's ok, different kinks. There's endless Books available which I'm sure will meet your specific preferences. For myself and my Characters . . . this is the Path we choose to walk. It's the only Path to Pure Pleasure. Of course, this Path doesn't always end well . . . In fact it can end very badly for those who realized too late . . . where they made that fatal mistake . . .No matter how a story may end for my Character . . . the Journey there will take them to levels of Heightened Senses, Extreme Pleasures & Pains beyond anything they could have experienced when not Helpless. Mind you, neither you nor I will ever be there for a Character's Death. We may watch them heading in what seems like an inevitable path. But it's up to you the reader to finish that part of the Story in your mind. Did they just take their last breath? Did the Maid walk in at the last minute? Did there Lover come back to set them Free? Or to Torture and Tease them more? It's up to you . . . I Trust you . . .Why is Helpless so Important? Right after cuming you try to enjoy it as long as possible, but in the end you pull your Lover's hands, cock or mouth away from your pussy. You turn off the Vibrator, roll over and sleep. You pull your Lover's hands or mouth away from you cock. It just feels too good and you couldn't take it anymore . . . so you make them stop, you make it stop . . .Ask yourself: What would have just happened had I Not had a Choice to make it stop? What would of the rest of that Roller Coaster Ride of Pleasure been like? How many levels of Pleasure beyond what just happen are there? How far could I've gone if the Choice to make it stop Didn't Exist? Unless you are Truly Helpless . . . you will never know.I wish to Thank You Greatly for making it to the end of my bio. Hopefully it gave you Pain and Pleasure, if not, at least a Tingle! Lastly, if you're unable to experience this type of Pleasure that comes with Helplessness in your World, you're Always Welcome to enjoy through my Mind, my Eyes . . .I Love you, ZatannaP.S. Am pretty sure you deserve a Good, Long and Hard Spanking . . .

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FINAL

BONDAGE

WRITER

WRITING YOUR

OWN BDSM STORY

MAKES IT REALITY

Zatanna Dark

© 2021 Zatanna Dark

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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STORIES . . .

. . . struggling spread eagle on the bed . . . the soft fur-lined cuffs holding me secure in their comforting embrace . . . are more orgasms even possible?

He’s made this whole night completely about me! My choices, my wishes, my pleasures. He’s never even removed his perfectly tailored Tux or tie . . . it’s only about me . . .

As the endless orgasms continue . . . even into my sleep . . . I’m finally released in every way possible! Waking relaxed and revived back in my own bed long after the Sun has risen.

My only belief is Bruce must have carried me not only to his Limo, before being driven home, but he also carried me up the stairs and back to my own bed while I slept and continued to orgasm in my dreams . . .

THE END

I had written my own personal BDSM Erotica for many years. Writing it only for my eyes to ever see. Me and my pleasures were always number one and the Mystery Man of the Many Hours, would know this and act on it.

There is endless types of Erotica out there . . . truly an Endless Buffet of Erotica choices and stories. My tastes were much more mild, comforting and safe, as far as even just playing the Fantasy out in my mind.

The many stories I’ve wrote over the year I keep hidden away on a Jump Drive, so they’re not even anywhere on my laptop or cloud . . . damn cloud . . . it’s so nosey about my business . . .

When I want to spend an evening of self pleasuring, I read my own stories directly off the Jump Drive. All of this, my experiences, my Fantasies were about to be turned upside down!

My Best Friend Sarah came over with a Pizza to tell me about an Absolutely Amazing Offer that she couldn’t stop being the most Excited I’ve Ever seen her being!

At first, she just rattled it all off so quickly, I barely caught what she was saying? It was all just gobbledygook! Holding up both hands and talking slowly, I interrupted her, Sarah, calm down, just the facts and slowly.

Finally, I could understand her, but didn’t believe it was real. She explained, You and I have been picked as Beta-Testers for a New Company called ‘Make it Reality’!

I had to ask right then, Picked? How did I get picked? I know nothing about this ‘Make it Reality’ place? Sarah said, You see . . . I knew you’d be too chicken to put your name in . . . so I did it for the both of us.

Let me finish! She was starting to wind up again, so I just used both of my hands in a slow it down motion, before letting her continue.

It’s a Company that allows you to submit your own Stories which they will then make them a Reality! There’s limits, like you can’t write about being a Super Hero or Winning the Lottery, stuff like that.

But the kind of Stories you and I write . . . those are Totally within their Official Guidelines! Once again, I had to stop her, What do you mean, Stories like you and I write? I don’t write Stories.

Sarah, with a smug look, replies, Bottom drawer, back right corner, under your old Teen Mags, deck of cards, in a sock, Purple Jump Drive, written on the side, [FOR MY EYES ONLY]

You Bitch Sarah! That was for My Eyes Only! Sarah replies, Yeah, but in the first person, I became my, and the rest was History. Really, this is on you, cause if you didn’t want me to find it, you should have hid it.

I was floored she did that, but I just can’t stay mad at her. She’s close to my same age, but looks way younger. Maybe it’s the deep blue hair, the piercings, her pale skin and very Goth attire?

Sarah said, Before you ask, they’re good . . . very well written . . . good punctuation and a wonderful use of asparagus during a casual sexual conversation . . .

"You didn’t even read them! After digging them out of my hiding place! You’re lucky I Love you, or