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THE ADVENTURES OF TERRI AND JENNIFER
CHAPTER ONE
THE BEGINNING
I don't consider myself beautiful, but I do turn
the heads of the boys around me. I have shoulder
length brown hair and blue eyes, stand about 5'7'' tall
and and wear a 38C bra.
I never considered myself "kinky" or different but
I have always liked to wear sexy lingerie under my
clothes and recently started to wear leather clothes
and lingerie. Also, I have an extensive collection of
high heels and boots that I wear to work and around the
house. I love to "Dress for Pleasure" to please myself
first.
The subject bondage and restraint has always
intrigued me. I have always seen my self in the role
of the bound and gagged heroine on TV. The thought of
losing your freedom through bondage sends chills up and
down my body. If I could only find that special
someone to share this fun with. Until then, I had to
find an alternative.
I got started on self-bondage when my girlfriend
Jennifer gave me a pair of handcuffs as a joke at a
lingerie party that she and I had recently attended.
Jennifer told me to use them on my boy friends, but
when I got home, curiosity got the best of me and I
tried the cuffs on myself, first in front of me and
then locked behind me. I really liked the feeling of
helplessness and what was even better, was that I had
done it to myself. From then on, I had other ideas for
the cuffs, I kept on using them to tie myself up.
When I could, I picked up as many pieces of
bondage equipment that I could find (ropes, straps,
thumbcuffs, etc.). It became a challenged to see how
many ways I could bind and gag myself and still get out
without help. I was hooked on bondage, namely,
self-bondage.
The one problem with self-bondage, is that once
you are bound and gagged, the fun is all gone unless
you can find some way to stimulate yourself. Yes,
there is always that thrill of being bound, gagged and
all alone not really knowing for sure if you can get
out, without outside help. However, if you have
devised a foolproof method of releasing yourself and
have practiced it, that thrill is lessen considerably.
Someone could still find you all bound and gagged
though.
I feel that bondage and especially self-bondage
are very exciting when something is forced upon you
that you can't get out of, or rid of because of the
restraints (i.e. tickling, sex, spankings, plugs,
clothespins, etc.). I have used plugs, nipple clips
and other small items on myself to enhance the feeling
of helplessness, but I was always looking for more.
The other aspect of bondage that is exciting is
the
anticipation of something happening or about to happen
that you can not prevent. This anticipation was the
one thing that I was missing for quite awhile in my
self-bondage fun (I had not found that special someone
yet to share my fun with.)
Recently, I happened to be looking for ideas in
bondage magazines, at a local adult bookstore. One
magazine caught my eye. It had to do with the subject
of enemas. I was never into "water sports" for my
sexually fun, but I thought that I could use the enema
as a stimulator, in some cases of self-bondage.
This particular magazine showed a pretty female
with her hands tied behind her back, legs tied apart at
the ankles, and her mouth gagged with a ball gag,
receiving an enema from another female dressed as a
nurse. The story line that went along with the photo
set talked about the bound girl paying for the services
an "ENEMA NURSE." The story showed a willing bondage
and watersports combination.
After reading this story, and seeing the
expression of apprehension and uncertainty on the face
of the poor bound girl receiving the enema, I began to
fantasized that if you are tightly bound and gagged and
are about to receive an enema that you can't stop and
then you are forced to retain the enema for a period of
time, you would then begin to appreciate the finer
points of bondage (light humiliation, slight, but
erotic, discomfort, etc.) It's like being tied up and
tickled, you can't control it. Since I can't tickle
myself when I tie myself up, I thought I would try and
give myself an enema.
The idea that I had for this adventure was to tie
myself up, give myself an enema, and then get out of my
bondage without making a mess all over the place. The
planning for this adventure took about two weeks and
this upcoming weekend, I was ready to give it a try.
The problem that I had to overcome in this
situation, was to be able to give myself an enema at
some time period after I had tied myself up and then be
able to release myself after the enema had come. I
also wanted the bondage in such a way, that once I was
tied, there would be no return. I was going to get an
enema like it or not, and I would be forced to hold it
until I could get free.
To make self-bondage more fun you have to have a
way to make the feeling of restraint real. To do this
I usually freeze a key to a lock in an ice cube. This
lock is usually used to lock leather cuffs on my
wrists. When the wrist cuffs are locked on, without
the key, they don't come off. The key that is frozen
in the ice cube could also be used to unlock a set of
handcuffs or thumbcuffs that I sometimes use for my
bondage fun.
I usually place the ice cube, with the key frozen
inside, in someplace that I can't reach. Usually I
hang the key from a hook in the ceiling. When the ice
melts, the key falls to the floor and I can then
release myself. If I have tied myself to a bed or
chair, or have suspended myself, I attach a string to
the key and attach the other end of the string to
another hook in the ceiling above where I am bound.
That way when the ice melts, the key will swing down to
where I can get to it. This allows me endless
possibilities for self-restraint. By varying the size
of the ice cube, I can change the length of time spent
in bondage.
I used the "key frozen in the ice" technique again
in this situation and I also used the ice method to
control the amount of time before I would receive an
enema.
CHAPTER TWO
THE ADVENTURE
I started the adventure off Friday night by
freezing a key to my wrist cuffs in a freezer that is
in a guest room out behind my garage. This guest room
has a bed, bathroom, and T.V. I also placed in the
room all my bondage equipment that I was going to use
and the special clothing that I selected for the day's
fun. In addition to the key, I also froze a
piece of string in a separate ice tray. I'll explain
this in a moment. I was so excited about the next
day's adventure, that I slept with a set of handcuffs
and leg cuffs lock on all night. Come Saturday, the
water was frozen and I was all set to go.
About one o'clock Saturday afternoon, I decided to
start my fun. The first thing I did was to write a
short letter explaining where all the keys that I would
be using were, what they were for, and that I was out
in the guest room all bound and gagged. I then put the
letter in an envelope and placed the envelope on the
coffee table with my girlfriend's name on it. I then
called her and asked her if she could come over about
nine o'clock that night, because I had some of her
clothes that she had left over here to give her. I
also told her that if I wasn't home, come on in and
wait for me and that I would leave a note for her on
the table in the living room (she had her own key).
My real reason for asking Jennifer over was
because this was the biggest adventure that I had
undertaken dealing with self-bondage, and I didn't want
to take any "big" chances (self- bondage is a big
chance all by itself). If something went wrong with
the keys or ice, at least I knew that I would be able
to be rescued later that night. I also have had this
fantasy of someone like my girlfriend finding me all
bound and gagged (maybe it will happen tonight?) It
would be very embarrassing and self- humiliation to say
the least.
After the note was placed on the table, I
undressed and wrapped a towel around me and headed out
to the guest room, locking the house as I went (the key
to house was out in my mailbox in the front yard).
When I got to the guest room, I went inside and
locked the door. I then removed the towel and ripped
it into small pieces. I did this so that I wouldn't be
able to use it later to cover up myself.
Once I was nude, it was time to dress for the
occasion. In addition to being fond of leather
clothing I recently started to collect several pieces
of latex items. I liked to feeling of restriction that
latex gave me. Today I selected to wear a black
sleevless latex leotard that was crotchless. This
leotard was slightly boned around the waist, had
cutouts for my tits, and zipped up in front.
As I pulled the leotard on, the feeling of
restriction was beginning to make me very excieted. I
carefuly pulled my tits through the cutouts. The
cutouts were a little smaller that the size of my
attributs and the latex squeezed the base of my tits
causing them stand out and the nipples to harden. I
then carefully zipped the leotard up. The heavy latex
bonning around the waist gave me a slightly hourglass
figure.
This leotard had a special feature in addition to
the lack of a crotch, that I had ordered. At the top
of the leotard was a small rubber hasp that allowed the
zipper to be locked in place. Once the leotard was on,
zipped up and locked, the only way to get is off was to
cut it off. With the price that I paid for the
leotard, cutting wasn't the answer. I quickly put a
small lock through the zipped and the hasp. The
leotard was now on for awhile. The key to the lock on
the leotard was in my desk drawer at work. I would
have to wait until Monday morning to get the leotard
off.
Locking my clothes on is another little bondage
game that I play with myself. I lock items of clothes
on that can't be removed until I can get to the key.
For example, I have locked a pair of high heels on my
feet for the whole weekend. I have gone to work with a
leather corset locked around by waist that had been on
since Friday night. I have even gone as far as wearing
a pair of shoulder length leather gloves that had a
small chain attached to the ends. These small chains
were locked to a small leather collar buckled and
locked around my neck. Until I can remove the collar
the gloves stay on. Once I even mailed a letter to
myself that contain a key to a set of locks that were
used to lock the high heels, corset, and gloves on, all
at the same time. The post office took two days to
deliver that letter.
Anyway, in addition to the latex leotard, a put on
a pair of thigh-high latex stockings and a pair of
white leather thigh-high boots with 5.5" spiked heels.
The boots made walking kind of difficult and
restricted, which was why I choose to wear them. In
the bottom of my left boot was a key taped to the sole.
This key would unlock the ball gag that I was going to
use to silence myself with later. Without the key, the
gag and harness would not come off.
The leotard was crotchless because I intended to
wear a leather chastity belt. This belt had one three
inch strap that went around the waist and a one inch
strap that went through the legs. They both locked in
front. Attached to the strap that went between the
legs, was a small butt plug and a vibrating dildo. The
butt plug had a small hole in it and this was where the
enema nozzle would fit.
Next, I locked a set of leather ankle cuffs around
each ankle. I then locked the cuffs together with a
twelve inch chain thus, hobbling my legs and
restricting movement even further. The key to the
locks on my ankles, was taped inside my mailbox out in
the front yard along with the key to my house.
Therefore, I would have to wait until dark before
I could walk out to the mailbox and get the key to my
ankle cuffs and also get into my house. I would have
to wait until darkness came so that I would not be seen
all bound, gagged, and dressed the way that I was. It
might raise a few eyebrows to say the least! One other
thing that you should note is that with the ankle cuffs
locked on, the boots would not come off, so therefore,
besides being hobbled in high heeled boots all day, I
was to remain gagged for a good part of it.
I was now ready to gag myself. Next to a good
dildo, I feel that a good gag is the most senusal part
of the bondage. I picked up the ball gag and head
harness and placed the red rubber ball between my lips
and pulled the straps around my head. I buckled the
straps tightly beneath my hair at the nape of the neck.
The ball was of medium size so it filled my mouth
completely. I then pulled the head straps over my head
and buckled it, also in the back. Finally, I buckled
the chin straps under my chin forcing my mouth to close
down on the ball. I was now gagged very securely. I
could make very little sound and my mouth was useless
to work with.
Next, I picked up three small locks and placed one
on each buckle of my gag. Once these locks were in
place, the gag and harness were not coming off without
the key (and remember, the key to my gag is in my left
boot that is locked on my foot with a lock whose key is
out in the front, in my mail box).
It was time now to set up the ice cubes. The cube
that held the key to my wrist cuffs, was hung on a hook
from the ceiling. This key had a pre-measured string
attached to it. The cube was hung in such a way that
when the ice melted, the key would swing down to where
my bound hands would be and I would then be able to
free myself. The other cube, the one with a string
already frozen into it, was also hung from the ceiling.
To one end of the string, I attached a weight. To
the other end, I attached a wooden clothespin. The
clothespin would pinch the enema hose and thus hold the
water back. However, when the ice melted, the weight
would fall, and the force of the weight dropping would
snap the clothespin off the hose and the water would
start to flow. There would be no way to stop the water
without repinching the hose. If I am bound in such a
way that I can not get to the hose, I get an enema.
I was now ready to begin the final steps of my
bondage. I had set up a VCR with about five hours of
bondage tapes that would keep me in the bondage spirit.
I had put a timer on so that it would start twenty
minutes after I had tied myself up. I now
filled the enema bag with hot water. Hot water was
used because it would be some time before the ice would
melt, and I did not want a "cold" enema or so I
thought. I hung the bag on a rack and connected the
hose to the bag. The bag was suspended about six feet
off the floor to give the water sufficient driving
force for an enema. I then pinched the hose and
attached the clothespin and removed the spring clamp
which was holding the water back. There was no
leakage. If the clothespin comes off, the water would
start to flow.
I took one last look around the guest room to make
sure that everything was alright (I did not want more
than one surprise while I was tied up). I had earlier
made sure that the room was locked and that the window
shades were pulled. I had left a key to the guest room
door in the envelope that I had left for my girlfriend
to find in case of an emergency.
I now stood in the place where I was going to
stand for the rest of my bondage. I had attached two
hooks to the floor spaced about four feet apart. I
stood between these two hooks. I took two leather
straps and attached one to each hook. I then attached
on strap to my left ankle and the other to my right. I
pulled these straps tight, thus spreading my legs apart
(they would only go twelve inches remember, due to the
hobbling chain.)
I now picked up a three inch leather collar and
buckled it around my neck. The collar help my head up
high and allowed very little movement. A set of
leather wrist cuffs were attached to the back of my
collar by a nine inch chain. The length of the chain
was such that when my hands were locked in the cuffs,
they would be held in the middle of my back. I would
be unable to reach the butt plug or enema hose and stop
the enema from
occurring.
I now put on the chastity belt drawing the waist
strap snug. I then carefully lubricated and inserted
the butt plug and the vibrating dildo. I then pulled
the crotch strap tight, locking it in place. It was
not coming off without the key. This key was locked in
the bathroom and the key to the bathroom was out in the
garage. After my hands were free, I would be forced to
walk outside to the garage with the chastity belt still
locked on and the enema held inside, to get the key to
the bathroom. This provided just a little more work
for myself and it makes the bondage deprive me from
doing something that I needed to do.
I made one last look at the set up to make sure
that when the ice holding the key to the wrist cuffs
melted, they would swing down to the right place. I
had done this evolution many times before, so I knew
that it would work. I was now all set to go except for
a few minor items.
I carefully attached the enema hose to the butt
plug. I made sure that the hose would not come off no
matter how much I struggled. I then picked up two
spring nipple clamps and placed one on each harden
nipple. My tits were already getting sensitive do the
way the latex leotard was cut. the leotard had forced
my tits to stick out and up thus causing my nipples to
stay erect.
As the clamps were applied, there was a sharp bite
at first, but after a few moments, the bite lessend to
an erotic ache. There would be no doubt that they were
there. Attached to each clamp, was a six inch spring
with a small weight on the end. Any movement at all,
would be compounded by the spring and weight, thus
increasing the
stimulation to my nipples and breasts.
I now picked up a set of elbow length kid leather
gloves and placed them on each arm. I found that
gloves add to the
difficulty in trying to unlock my wrist cuffs. The
leather gloves make it hard sometimes to find key hole.
Again, I had always been using then in the past so, I
knew that I could get free. It would only take a
little "patience".
One last item to add and I was ready for the big
moment. To keep me from bending my body backwards and
possibly reaching the enema hose, I had attached an
additional hook to the ceiling right above where I was
bound. To this hook, I had attached an adjustable
leather strap that hung down to the top of my head. I
attached this strap to the D-ring on top of my head
harness and adjusted the strap so my body was held
erect.
I was now at that "moment of truth." I slowly
reached my hands around behind me and placed the wrist
cuffs, which were attached to my collar, on my wrists.
Before I locked them, I tried to move around to see if
I had been sloppy in any of my bondage restraints. I
also wanted to see if there was anything that was going
to cause me major discomfort or irritaion. Once I was
satisfied of my bindings, I took a deep breath and I
locked the cuffs on. I had gone past the point of no
return. I could have not turned back now if I had
wanted to.
CHAPTER THREE
HELPLESSNESS
This is my favorite time in self-bondage. Feeling
the last lock click shut, taking that last chance for
freedom away, gives a rush that is very hard to
describe. What if, as I was locking the last lock I
happen to look around at the ice holding my key to
freedom and see it lying on the floor or maybe that the
string was not tied correctly and that I had just
sealed my fate for the next several hours with no hope
for escape except for my girlfriend finding the note.
What If!
Before I had started my bondage experience, I had
place a full length mirror in front of me. When I
looked in it, I saw a young girl dressed in black shiny
latex and white leather boots, completely bound and
gagged.
I felt just about how I looked. I could not move
more than a couple of inches in any direction. The
vibrator was doing it's job of keeping me very
stimulated, and any movement was instantly transmitted
to my nipples through the springs and nipple clamps.
The one thing that I had forgotten, was to look at
the clock. I knew it was in the early afternoon and
that was it, and I also new from experience that I had
about two and a half hours before the ice holding the
key to my wrist cuffs would melt. I did not know
however, how long the ice holding the other string and
weight would last. I assumed that it would fall sooner
just because of the additional weight. As it turned
out I was right!
After a while, the VCR started and I tried to
"relax" and watch some of my favorite bondage movies.
It was hard to concentrate on the movies with the
vibrator going. My mind started to drift and
fantasize. I dreamed that I was some mistress's slave
that was being punished for some small deed that had
not pleased her. I also fantasized that while I was
bound and gagged, my girlfriend walked into the room
and found me. Instead of releasing me, however, she
continued to tease me and tighten my already tight
bondage. It was these kind of thoughts that made the
bondage all that more exciting.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE WAIT
Even with the movies and the fantasies, time
started to drag. The muscles in my legs started to get
tired and my feet begin to ache due to my high heeled
boots and lack of movement. My gag seemed to be
getting tighter, the ball in my mouth growing bigger,
and my anticipation for something to happen increasing.
I did not know what an enema felt like. I did not try
one before I started. I had only read about one from
that magazine that I had bought and as the time grew
closer, my fear for the unexpected also grew. I was
beginning to wonder if I had made a mistake, but of
course it was too late. I was getting to good at my
self-bondage.
From the way that I was tied up, I could only see
the piece of ice that held the key to my wrist cuffs.
I could not see the one that held the string and
weight. Therefore, it would be a surprise when the
enema came. I would have a couple of seconds after the
weight dropped before the water started to flow. That
would be my only warning.
CHAPTER FIVE
THE COMING
It had seemed like hours since I had first locked
my wrists behind me. I was half way through the fourth
bondage video when I heard the weight hit the floor. I
tried desperately to struggle to stop the water from
flowing (the fun part of bondage...the struggling
against the restraints), but I had planned my bondage
well. I could not reach the hose. I felt the warm
water entering my rear. It was a very strange
sensation to say the least. I suddenly had this
building urge to go to the bathroom but my bondage
prevented that. The urge continue to build as the
rubber bag emptied. Finally, after what seemed like
forever, the flow of water stopped.
I had used about two quarts of water thinking that
it would be enough. It was! I was also beginning to
think that I had made a mistake about using an enema as
the stimulator, but there was nothing that I could do
now. The enema was being forced upon me just as I had
planned. I would just have to hope that the ice
holding the key to my wrist cuffs would melt soon.
After a few minutes, the combination of the enema,
vibrator, nipple clamps, and the tight bondage got the
best of me. The first wave of orgasm hit me like a
brick wall. Then the second wave hit me. I was in
heaven. Had it not been for the head strap holding me
up, I would have collapsed right on the floor. Slowly,
my breath returned and along with my breath, so did the
cramps in my lower abdomen. I also noticed that I was
sweating profusely. I now wanted very much to get out
of my bondage, but looking over at the ice that held my
key to freedom, I could tell that I still had a while
to go.
Time at this point really started to slow down.
The more I wanted the ice cube to melt, the slower it
seemed to drip. The feeling in my rear was very
uncomfortable and I needed to use the bathroom NOW!
After about fifteen minutes (it seemed like hours) of
standing there with a rear end full of water and a
strong urge to use the bathroom, the ice that was
holding my key to freedom, finally melted and the key
swung down to were my hands were bound. I tried about
four times before I was able to unlock my wrist cuffs.
The leather gloves had again done their part.
When my hands were free, I removed the strap that
was holding my head up. I next removed the leather
collar from about my neck. I now very carefully
removed the nipple clamps. This proved to be harder
than putting them. As each clamp was removed, a shock
was felt that started at the nipple and ended between
my legs with the vibrator. My nipples were very
sensitive and sore from all the struggling. I finally
removed the leather gloves. I was free from my bondage
with the
exception of the hose that was still stuck in my rear,
the straps that held my legs apart and of course the
gag.
I now picked up the spring clamp that was lying on
the floor and pinched the hose shut as near the butt
plug as possible. Trying to bend over and concentrate
was very hard to do with a rear end full of water.
Once the clamp was in place, I then cut the hose thus
separating me from the enema bag. I then reached down
and unhooked the straps that were attached to my ankle
cuffs. I was now free to walk around the room.
CHAPTER SIX
THE LONG LONG WAIT
My next priority in life was to get out to the
garage, where I could get the key to the bathroom. If
you will remember, the key to my leather chastity belt
is locked in the bathroom. I could not use the
bathroom with the chastity belt on and the butt plug
still inserted. I walked over to the door and looked
outside. Walking was very difficult in the high heeled
boots and hobble chain. It was even more difficult
with the cramps due to the enema.
When I looked outside, the backyard was clear so I
opened the door and very slowly started walking towards
the garage. I had no sooner taken three steps (small
steps) when I quickly had to walk back inside. I had
heard the next door neighbors talking on their back
porch. They could see my garage from where they were
standing. They were saying something about washing
their car and that they had better start soon.
Unfortunately, I would have to wait for a while until
my neighbors were through. Hopefully, it would be a
short time, because I needed to use the bathroom very
bad and my will power was slowly going away.
I went back inside and tried to lie down and see
if that would help relieve the cramps. It did not. My
jaw was sore from the ball gag and all the walking was
not helping my poor feet. The vibrator was still going
and I realized that with the chastity belt locked on, I
could not get to it to turn it off. The stimulation
was however helping to ease the pain in my lower
abdomen. So, I just laid there watching the rest of my
bondage movie on the video tape machine.
After a half hour, I checked the backyard again.
This time the neighbors were gone. I once again
started towards the front of the garage. When I got
there, I found the key to the bathroom and started back
towards the guest room. It was a long slow walk to the
garage and back (about 200 steps) in boots and hobble
chain. I finally got back to the room and unlocked the
bathroom door. I got the key to my chastity belt,
unlocked it, and then removed it along with the butt
plug and vibrator. I then sat down on the toilet to
relieve myself.
I must have been some sight. There I was sitting
on the toilet wearing white knee high leather boots,
black latex stockings, and a red ball gag and black
harness, with my ankles hobbled by a twelve inch chain,
trying to go to the bathroom. If my girlfriend could
only see me now.
After I had totally relieved myself, I decided to
clean the room up. I could not go out to the mailbox
until it was dark, which was about another two hours,
so I would have to stay gagged, booted, and hobbled for
the rest of the afternoon. If I had tied myself up in
the house, I could have put on a long dress to hide my
boots and outfit, and a hooded shirt to cover up my gag
and then made my way out to the front of the house to
retrieve the key without raising any questions. Since
I was in the quest room, I had no other clothes to put
on (by design) so therefore, I was not going anywhere
and better yet, I have to remain in some sort of
semi-bondage!. This was the reason for using the guest
room for my bondage. I just hope my poor jaw and feet
can hold out.
Eventually, darkness came and I slowly made my way
out to the mailbox to get the key to my ankle cuffs and
to the house. Luckily, there was nobody outside, so
the walk was fairly uneventful. I was going to be very
glad to get the boots and ball gag off. I will have
had them on for about seven hours.
When I got in the house, I unlocked the ankle
cuffs and removed the boots. I next removed the key to
my gag from my boot and unlocked and removed the gag
and harness. What a relief! I took off my latex
stockings and took a nice long shower. I would still
have to wait until Monday to get the key to my locking
latex leotard. I was all set to greet my girlfriend
when she came over.
While in the shower, I thought back over the last
several hours of bondage and decided that I was very
satisfied with the bondage experience. I had set out
to completely tie and gag myself and then force
something on myself that I was unable to get out or
stop due to the bondage.
When my girlfriend arrived, we talked for a while
and started to leave to go out for dinner. We walked
into the front room and I saw the note that I had left
for her on the table. I had forgot about it and
luckily she did not find it. It would have been very
interesting if she had found me all bound and gagged,
with an enema hose stuck in my rear, or if she had
found the note and asked me about it (I might have told
her!).
CHAPTER SEVEN
RESTLESSNESS
Work kept me very busy for the next several
months, and I did not get much chance to play with my
bondage toys, with the exception of playing with the
handcuffs that I always keep in the night stand next to
my bed.
Occasionally, I would lock my hands in front of
me, place a piece of tape over my lips and then lock on
a set of ankle cuffs connected by a steel chain, and
then do some housework in the nude and high heels. I
always say, if your are a slave to house work, you
might as well look the part.
However, one Friday morning I woke up very much in
the mood to put myself in some restrictive
self-bondage, so that afternoon after I got home from
work, I decided to have some fun.
Before I left for work that morning, I froze a
key, that would unlock my wrist cuffs, in an ice cube
and laid out the clothes that I wanted to wear and the
bondage toys that were going to be used. The day
passed very slowly and I had a hard time keeping my
mind on my work. My mind kept wondering to the
evening's events. When I got home that afternoon, the
key was ready to go and so was I.
CHAPTER EIGHT
MORE FUN
I locked the doors and stripped down to the nude
leaving my clothes right wear I took them off. My
nipples were hard with anticipation. I then poured
myself a tall glass of wine and quickly headed to my
bedroom after first ensuring all the doors and windows
were once again locked.
I sat down on the bed and drank my wine while I
picked up and caressed all the bondage items and
clothes that I had laid out, the wrist cuffs, the ball
gag, the white soft nylon rope and of course the boots.
I could hardly wait, but I knew that the longer I made
it last, the better the results would be. I took my
time while dressing.
First, I put on a beautiful black leather corset
and slowly adjusted and pulled the laces tight to
obtain a beautiful hourglass figure. The corset
started from just below my breasts to my hips. It was
heavily boned and it pushed my tits up and out making
my breast hard and causing my nipples to further
harden. I slowly caressed each nipple as I sipped from
my wine.
I next carefully pulled on a pair of black silk
stockings, the kind with the black seam up the back.
The stockings were kept up by the eight garters
attached to the corset. I was very fussy and had to
ensure that the seams were straight. After the
stockings, came a black leather G-string panty that
showed more than it covered.
I slowly sipped the wine as I modeled for myself
in the full length mirror across the bedroom. The
hourglass shape was stunning and I really enjoyed to
feel of the tight caressing around my midsection. I
had often worn this outfit to work just wondering what
my co-workers would think if they knew what I had on
underneath my work clothes. On the days that I dressed
for pleasure, I would always get comments asking me if
I had lost weight, or had been working work. I just
smiled.
Next came thigh-high black leather boots with six
inch heels. I have always loved boots. They feel so
permanent. They can not be removed without the use of
your hands so therefore they are almost a bondage by
themselves. The height of the heels serve to
effectively hobble my steps. I slowly pulled the
boots up each leg and zipped up the zipper on the
inside of my thighs. The boots came all the way up to
just below my crotch. My legs were now encased in
beautiful black leather. To prevent my from removing
the boots, I locked the boot's zipper to a very small
hasp hook at the top of the boot. The key to the lock
was in my mailbox in the front yard. I always liked my
bondage spicy.
To top off my bondage outfit, I slipped my hands
into a pair of shoulder length black kidskin gloves.
The gloves serve to heighten the feeling of restraint
since it's harder to find the key hole with gloved
fingers. They also serve to protect my wrist from
chaffing and make the kinky outfit complete. I like
looking like
the Irving Klaw models of the past. They always seem
to be wearing corsets, gloves, and high heels or boots.
Being a bondage model would be great if I could find
the right person.
I felt very sexy and I knew that I would not be
going outside for a walk, dressed like this. As I
finished up my wine I called Jennifer and asked her to
come over that evening so that we could go out together
(Friday was our normal night on the town). We talked
for a while and all the time I sat there slowly
caressing myself with my gloved hands. If Jennifer
only knew what was planned for the evening or what I
was currently wearing while I was talking to her.
Jennifer said that she would be over around eight
o'clock that evening. That gave me about three hours
of bondage fun. After I had hung up, I was all set to
begin.
I slowly walked to the kitchen and removed the ice
cube, with the key frozen inside, from the freezer.
Walking was very difficult in the high heeled boots. I
guess that is why I love to lock them on once in a
while.
I returned to the bedroom and hooked the ice cube,
with the key frozen inside, up to a string hanging from
the ceiling in the middle of my bedroom. When it
melts, the key would fall to the floor and I would have
to struggle over to the key and free myself. I also
set up an additional safety in case I needed to get
free in an emergency. I had tied a long rope to bucket
and placed this bucket on top of my closet shelf. The
rope was long enough to rest on the floor of my closet
among all my shoes and boots. I attached a set of keys
to the rope about a foot from the bucket. If I needed
to get free fast, I could pull on the rope and the
bucket would fall to the floor and I could get to the
keys. However, to prevent me from using this as an
easy way out, the bucket was filled with old motor oil
that I had saved from my last tuneup. The mechanic
wondered why I needed the oil. If he only knew. I
made sure that the closet door was open and I was now
ready to begin the tying part of my adventure.
I sat down on the bed and picked up a long piece
of quarter inch nylon rope and proceeded to tie and
cinch my booted feet together very tightly at the
ankles. I then stood up and locked a three inch wide
leather belt around my waist. This belt had a two inch
strap that was attached in back to the waist strap and
went through my legs and again locked in front. This
key was also in the mailbox. This leather ensemble,
better known as a chastity belt, is one of my favorite
toys as it would deny access to my most vital parts.
Because I was wearing panties, I did not use the
vibrator or butt plug so therefore, today's bondage
would only deal with restriction, restraint, and nipple
discipline.
I now locked a set of wrist cuffs to a D-ring
which was also attached to the leather belt in back.
When my hands were locked in, I would be unable to move
them away from my body. I now tied my legs together
above and below the knees thus making my booted legs
useless. To make things even more difficult, I got up
on the bed and sat back on my ankles (this was hard to
do with the thigh-high boots on, they were not very
flexible) and strapped my ankles to my thighs with a
large leather strap. With my hands locked behind me, I
would be effectively hogtied, a position that I love
very much.
I picked up the red ball gag and wedged the sphere
between my lips. I pulled the straps behind my head
and buckled them tightly pulling the ball deep into my
mouth. Without help, the gag was not coming off. To
force my head up, and to make the bondage all that more
restrictive, I picked up a three inch leather collar
and buckled it around my neck.
The ball gag had a special feature that I used
this evening. I had placed a small silver chain
through the ball using the same whole that the leather
strap went through. Attached to both ends of the chain
was a set of nipple clamps. I carefully attached a
clamp to each nipple. The length of the chain was such
that I had to keep my head bowed to prevent putting too
much tension on the nipple clamps and thus my already
sensitive nipples. These nipple clamps were the kind
that press harder, the harder they are pulled. They
were not coming off. One last item and I was ready for
that moment of truth.
I picked up a long latex sheet which I had folded it
into a four inch wide band, to use as a blindfold. I
tied this tightly about my head covering my eyes. I
used latex because I love the smell of leather and
latex together and the latex blindfold would not slip
off no matter how I struggled. I also found that being
blindfolded made the time go slower and it also allows
me to fantasize easier. Your mind starts to play funny
tricks when your sight is cut off and freedom of
movement is restricted.
I now carefully laid on my side since lying on my
stomach would be hard with the nipple clips on, and
placed my hands behind me and locked on the wrist
cuffs. To add that much more adventure to the evenings
fun a also locked on a set of thumbcuffs thus
furthering my bondage. The thumbcuffs would have to
come off first before I could use the key to unlock the
wrist cuffs. I had recently started to add the
thumbcuffs along with the wrist cuffs to make the
bondage that much more restrictive. I had practiced
many times using just my fingers to unlock the
thumbcuffs. The key to the thumbcuffs was setting on
my dining room table. I had attached a string to the
key and let the string hand over the edge. I would
have to somehow struggle into the dinning room, find
the string, pull the key off the table and then unlock
the thumbcuffs. The journey would be slow to say the
least, what with the hogtie position, blindfold, and
the nipple clamps that were keeping my head bowed.
Once the thumbcuffs were unlocked, I would still have
to wait for the key to my wrist cuffs to fall to the
floor to complete my escape from my bondage.
I was now a prisoner of my own bondage. I knew
that I had about two hours before the ice would melt,
so I just laid back and relaxed, because I was not
going anywhere.
The only problem that I could see with this
bondage adventure would be that I would have to listen
carefully for the key to hit the floor. If I had not
put a small plate on the carpet under the key, there
would have been no way to find the exact spot where the
key would fall.
Since I used a very restrictive bondage tie up and
would only be able to move inches at a time, and
coupled with the fact that my fingers were encased in
leather gloves, the search would have been almost
impossible. But with the plate on the floor, the key
can only bounce so far and I know were to start
looking.
I laid there for a few moments getting use to my
bondage before I decided to make that long trip into
the dining room. The ball gag made speech impossible
and since my bedroom was in the back of the house
anyway, no one would be able to hear any sound that I
could make. Trying to lift my head only caused more
tension to my nipples. This would be an excellent way
to tie a slave. Having her head bowed and attached to
her nipples would make her appreciate her submission.
It's doing an excellent job on me. Too bad I am
submissive to my own self-bondage and not a beautiful
mistress.
The latex blindfold did a excellent job of cutting
off all sight. To me the blindfold triples the feeling
of helplessness in bondage. If you do not think this
is so, try a little experiment. Place the key to your
favorite handcuffs on the floor across the room. Now
tie your ankles together so that walking is very
difficult (cross your ankles before you tie them, this
makes standing up hard to do). Now handcuff your
wrists behind your back. Getting to the key on the
floor takes some work and you will probably will scoot
along on your butt or side. It's fairly easy to see
your objective, but try the same situation again only
this time add a tight blindfold so that all reference
to room position is lost and then try it again. The
results will be vastly different.
My bondage was very secure. My gloved wrists were
held tightly to my waist, and my booted legs were quite
useless. I could not move around very much. Even
trying to turn over on my stomach was very difficult to
do because of the hogtie position and the nipple clips.
The leather strap that held my ankles to my thighs
brought my heels very close to my rear end and I could
feel the spiked heels with my fingers. I could only
picture what I looked liked.
I began to fantasize that I had been kidnapped by
a white slave ring and that I had been sold to a rich
countess in a far off land. This countess like her
girls in leather and boots and demands that they be
tightly restrained. I feel the hands of the countess
as she inspected the bonds that held me tightly. I
very sexually excited but could not touch myself in any
way. I could only pull on the nipple clamps increasing
the tension on my nipples.
I had not been tied up too long when I thought I
heard the front doorbell ring. Then, it rang again.
It really surprised me. I was not expecting anyone
this early in the afternoon, that I could remember.
Then there was someone knocking on the door. I heard
the person say "Terri! Are you in there?" It was
Jennifer!
CHAPTER NINE
DISCOVERED
I had not realized that she was going to come over
this early. I could not understand why she was here
now, but she was. Jennifer did have a key to the
house. I was out of luck. I heard her opening the
door and walking in. I knew that she would come into
the bedroom and find me on the bed all bound and
gagged. There was no way out now. My secret would be
known. I almost died with humiliation. I tried to
struggle against my bondage for what reason, I am not
sure.
When Jennifer entered the bedroom, she must have
been taken by surprise because she just stopped at the
door and said "Terri, what are you doing?"
She rushed over to the bed and took off the
blindfold and tried to take the wrist cuffs off, but
found that they were locked on good and tight.
"Boy, someone sure did not want you to get away
did they? Where is the key?" Jennifer had forgotten
that I was still gagged. She then unbuckled the strap
that held the ball gag in place, and removed the gag
but not the nipple clamps, she did not realize that
they were attached to my nipples . I told her that the
key was hanging in the middle of the room. She stared
at me for a moment but then smiled and looked and me
and asked me if I had done this to myself. I told her
yes and then she asked me why.
I was caught, what could I do so I explained that
I have been practicing bondage for sometime and I had
not found someone that I could really trust to tie me
up, so I invented ways to tie myself up and still get
out without anyone's help. I told her that this was
called self-bondage.
Then she asked me what happens if I can not free
myself from my self imposed restraint. I explained
that I used her as a safety person. Before I placed
myself in some restrictive bondage, I would always call
her and tell her to come over later that day or
evening. Since she had her own key, she always knew to
come on inside and wait for me if I was not home. This
way, if something was wrong with my bondage, Jennifer
would eventually come along and free me. I also told
her about the bucket method in the closet.
Jennifer just smiled and got up from the bed and
walked over to the piece of ice that held the key to my
wrist cuffs and untied it from the string. She then
walked into the bathroom and melted the ice cube to
retrieve the key. When she came back, she held the key
up in front of my face and told me, "I guess that I am
that someone now, besides you don't have any choice."
She was right. I was still bound very securely and
Jennifer did have the key. Then Jennifer surprised me
by asking me if I would like to spend the rest of the
weekend with her tying each other up. She said that
she had always been curious about what bondage was
like, but she never really had the chance to try it,
now she had that chance. I quickly agreed, besides,
what choice did I have?
Jennifer told me that she had to go home and get
some different clothes so that she could stay here for
the whole weekend. She also said that we could start
tying each other up now and that she would finish
retying me on the bed, then go home and get her stuff.
That sounded good to me.
I told Jennifer that I kept the rest of my bondage
equipment in a suitcase under the bed. Jennifer pulled
the suitcase out and dumped the contents in the middle
of the room. She was surprised at all the bondage
stuff that I had.
Jennifer sat down on the floor and examined each
piece of equipment. I tried to explain to her the
purpose for each piece. I did the best that I could,
tied up the way I was. She tried a few of the pieces
on herself such as one of my ball gags, a leather
collar, and some ankle cuffs. She then picked out two
elbow cuffs, and connecting leather strap.
Jennifer got up from the floor and sat down next
to me on the bed. She was admiring my outfit. She
liked my corset and loved my boots. She had always
wanted a pair of thigh-high ones but settle for the
knee highs instead due to the cost. Jennifer and I can
wear the same clothes so it would be fun to help her
learn about dressing for pleasure.
Jennifer then rolled me back on my stomach and
proceeded to attach a leather cuff to each arm, above
each elbow. She then connected them together was a
small leather strap thus forcing my elbows close
together. This was something that I am unable to
accomplished by myself. I do have ways to tie my
elbows tightly together, but if I do, I would not be
able to get out without help.
Before Jennifer got up to leave, she regagged me
with the ball gag, pulling it tighter that I had
before. This is when she noticed the nipple clips.
She just shook her head and caressed each nipple slowly
around the clamp. I was in heaven. She then retied
the rubber sheet around eyes thus cutting off all
sight. She got up from the bed, patted me on the rear,
gave me a kiss on the head and said, "Be back in awhile
dear, just relax. Oh by the way" she said. "I have
the key to your cuffs, if you need to get free you can
always use the bucket". I then heard her walk out of
the room and lock the door. I was now all alone. I
had finally had my wildest dream come true. I had been
bound and gagged be a beautiful women who was in
complete control over me and who wanted to share some
"bondage" with me. I was in heaven. My thoughts
switched now to the many possibilities that would arise
this weekend.
CHAPTER TEN
JENNIFER
It seemed like a long time lying there all bound
and gagged. My mind was racing with the endless
possibilties that could occur this evening. I was very
excieted but the bondage prevented me from bring myself
over the edge. My only hope was that Jennifer would be
so kind.
I finally heard the door being unlocked. I next
heard someone walking over to the bed. When my
blindfold was removed, I looked up to see Jennifer
standing there wearing tight black leather pants, black
leather knee high boots, a black leather bustier that
pushed her breast up firm and high, and short black
leather gloves. She was holding a thin white cigarette
in one hand and a black and riding crop (Jennifer rides
horses for hobby). The outfit matched her long black
hair and blue eyes. She was very beautiful, sexy, and
very domineering to say the least.
Jennifer and I had become friends by attending the
local spa together. Jennifer worked as a model and art
director a local fashion store in town. She had quite
the body to say the least. Jennifer was 5'8" with a
perfect shape that would turn all the men's heads and
make the wifes very jelous. She had long black hair to
match her long legs. Her measurements were 37"-24"-36"
and she was very athletic. She loved to ride horses
and she looked fantastic in equesterain gear, riding
boots, and gloves. Jennfier loved to show off
her body (the model in her!). She would always wear
the most revealing clothes including leather skirts,
stocking vice pantyhose, and she loved to wear gloves.
It was always easy to buy gifts for Jennifer because
she liked the same type of clothes that I did. The
only difference was she wears her clothes out in
public, and I wear my in the bedroom for my own
pleasure. In addition to the clothes, she always wore
some sort of high heels or boots unless she was
barefoot or working out. High heels seemed to accent
the length of her long and shapely legs
Jennifer and I have been very close for sometime.
We spent a lot of time together and share many secrets
including our sex lifes and different fantasies. We
have even had a few lesbian encounters from time to
time but just for fun and excietment and nothing long
term. We both valued the friendship of each other
including the touch of each other hands. However, we
both considered ourselves hetrosexual and dated when
the opportunity arose.
The subject of bondage would come up a few times
in passing, but I was never able to tell how Jennifer
would take an out right discussion on the subject. Her
finding me tonight was really a dream come true.
Jennifer was more domineering that I was, so she tended
to be the one that would lead the discussions or make
the big decision for the both of us. That suited me
just find. It was not everyday that a girl could find
such a beautiful mistress.
After the blindfold was removed, Jennifer released
the strap that secured my elbows. She then removed the
ball gag, nipple clips, leather collar, and unfasten
the strap that held my ankles to my thighs. When she
was finished, my hands were still locked to the
chastity belt behind me, my thumbs still locked in the
thumbcuffs, and I was still bound at the ankles, above
and below the knees. She asked me where I kept the key
to the lock that attached my wrist cuffs to the
chastity belt. I said it was in the equipment bag.
Jennifer got the key and released the wrist cuffs from
the belt but not my wrists.
She then took the key to cuffs and placed them on
the floor across the room. She told me that if I
wanted to get free, I would have to crawl across the
room, get the key, and bring it to her so that she
could release me and that I had to bring the key to her
in my lips.
I had no choice. I did as I was told. Jennifer
just sat back in the chair, smoked her cigarette, and
paged through one of my bondage f laughing at me the
whole time. I had to first slowly make my way out to
the dinning room to get the key that would unlock my
thumbcuffs. Crawling was not easy with the bondage and
the thigh-high boots that I was wearing.
Once my thumbs were unlocked, I slowly made my way
accross the floor and picked up the key to my wrist
cuffs with my lips and gave it to Jennifer. I placed
the key in Jennifer's gloved hand and as I did this she
held my chin firmly between her gloved fingers and
planted a long wet kiss on my lips. The smell of the
fine leather, Jennifer's perfume, and the heat of her
kiss was almost to much for me I melted into Jennifer's
arms. Jennifer then rolled me over and unlocked the
wrists cuffs. I released the rest of my bondage
myself.
The rest of the weekend, we took turns tying each
other up in different bondage positions using the
variety of bondage equipment that I owned. We agreed
that each of us would spend two hours as bound
prisoners of the other.
I showed Jennifer how the nipple clamps worked,
what a leather discipline helmet felt like (I had two
kinds, one with a built in gag and one without), and
what chastity belts were for. She wanted to try on
everything. She also tried on different articles of my
latex collection and my assortment of leather clothes,
boots and shoes. She especially like the thihg-high
boots, corsets and of course the elbow-length black
leather gloves.
Saturday afternoon, I finally got around to
showing Jennifer all my techniques that I use for
self-bondage. It was funny watching her trying to tie
herself up. She had no problems with the feet or the
gag, but when it came to the wrists cuffs and the
locks, it took more practice. We decided that Sunday
afternoon we would try a detailed self-bondage
adventure together and that way we could both be tied
up together like some of the photos that were in my
bondage magazines.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
JENNIFER'S FUN
We got a lot of the bondage positions used that
weekend from the large collection of bondage magazines
and bondage videos tapes that I have gathered over the
years. Jennifer was amazed that they even made VHS
movies dealing exclusively with being tied up. We must
have watched every one of them three times that
weekend.
One position that Jennifer wanted to try Saturday
night, was where your hands are tied behind you and
pulled up by a rope attached to a pulley. This causes
you to bend over at the waist and leaves your rear end
unprotected. I had not put Jennifer in any real
stringent bondage as of yet, so now was the chance to
give her what she wanted, or so she thought.
Jennifer saw the position in many of the magazines
we read. She liked the way the body was put under
strain and how helpless the bindee was. In that
position, there was access to all the sexual body
parts. It was going to be fun introducing Jennifer to
the finer art of restraint. We could hardly wait until
the evening.
CHAPTER TWELVE
JENNIFER'S WISH
After supper, which by the way, had to be fed to
me by Jennifer since I was tightly bound and
blindfolded to the Captain's chair, it was time for
Jennifer to get her wish and my sweet revenge. She
choose to wear only a pair of black latex stockings,
garter belt, kid leather gloves, and black patent
leather opera pumps with six inch spiked heels.
I helped Jennifer dress in her latex outfit.
After she was nude, I rubbed powder on her legs to make
the latex stockings slip on easier. I then attached
the stockings to her garterbelt. I then slipped the
pumps on her feet and helped her to pull on the long
leather gloves.
Jennifer looked very beautiful in this outfit.
She found though, that walking in the high heels was
very difficult even for her. With each step, her
breast would jiggle up and down. It was very funny and
exciting to watch her.
Jennifer paraded herself in front of my full
length mirror admiring the way the latex hugged her
thighs. She had to smoke one more cigarette before her
ordeal was to begin. The contrast was sharp between
her black gloved fingers, and the long white cigarette.
When she finished the cigarette, I had Jennifer
turn around and place her gloved hands behind her, palm
to palm. I then selected a ten foot piece of small
nylon rope and wound about half the cord loosely around
her wrists and then knotted it leaving two, two foot
ends. I then wound the rope ends around the coils
holding her wrist. After passing the ends of the rope
between her wrists and arms, I pulled them tight thus
cinching her hands together very tightly. I then tied
her arms very close together above the elbows, again
cinching them tightly. Having her elbows touch, casued
her tits to stand out straingt and made her nipples
hard. I couldn't resist the urge to "tweek" them with
my fingers. Jennifer just closed her eys and slowly
licked her lips. Jennifer was now my bound slave. Her
hands and arms were useless to her. I now had her
parade around the room for me. This showed her how
helpless she was. The six inch pumps would prevent her
from moving very fast.
I picked up the red ball gag and had Jennifer
kneel with her back to me. I placed the ball to her
red lips and she accepted it without question. I
buckled the straps tightly behind her head, taking care
to move her hair out of the way. The ball gag filled
her mouth completely. To test the effectiveness of the
gag, I produced a feather and started to tickle my
bound and helpless friend. The gag worked perfectly.
All I could hear were moans coming from her gagged
lips.
To keep Jennifer from removing her high heels, I
took two small chains and locks and proceeded to lock
the shoes on her feet by wrapping the small chain
around her heels, crossing the chain in front of her
foot and then locking it under the soles. Without the
key, the high heels would not come off. The height of
the heels served as nice bondage all by themselves, but
I wasn't through with Jennifer yet.
I took Jennifer to the middle of the room and had
her stand under the pulley that was attached to the
ceiling. I took the rope that was threaded through the
pulley and tied it around Jennifer's wrists. The other
end of the rope was attached to a small winch across
the room. Before I pulled her wrists up behind her, I
bound her legs by attaching each ankle to the end of a
three foot spreader bar, thus spreading her legs wide
apart. It was very challenging to say the least for
her to stand with her legs held apart and her feet in
such high heels. Now Jennifer knows the reason why I
locked the heels on her feet. Her attempts to kick her
shoe off were to no avail. She was a prisoner by her
own choice of shoes. I then attached a snap hook to a
ring in the center of her ankle spreader bar and locked
this to another hook in the floor. Jennifer could not
move from where she was standing.
I walked over to the winch and started to turn it
slowly. Jennifer's wrists and arms were slowly being
pulled up behind her. As her wrists moved up, her head
was forced down. When her wrists were high over her
head, I turned the winch one more click for good
measure. I then locked the winch to prevent it from
slipping. Jennifer looked just the picture in one of
the bondage magazines. She looked very beautiful all
tied up the way she was. I asked her if she was all
right and Jennifer shook her head yes. Jennifer tested
her bonds and found that escape was out of the
question. As was our agreement for this weekend, she
would remain my prisoner for two hours.
I walked back over to Jennifer and checked her
bonds, making sure that all the loose ends were neatly
tucked away and out of the reach of probing fingers.
As I walked behind her, I gave her a sharp slap on the
ass and watched the reaction. It had caught her by
surprise, but what could she do? Tied the way that she
was, any movement by her, made her breast jiggle.
Jennifer blushed every time this happened. Jennifer
just moaned into her gag and struggled harder.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
THE TEASING
For the first hour, I teased Jennifer by using a
feather on her breasts and nipples, inner thighs, the
crack of her ass and on her stomach. I even used my
tongue once in a while. She was very ticklish and all
her attempts to get away were useless. I could also
see that she was getting very excited by all this and I
kept telling her that the second hour would be better.
I also told her that I was going to pay her back for
making me crawl the day before, when she first found me
all tied up.
After the feather came the vibrator. I slowly
carrased every inch of her bound body with the
vibrating plastic. No parts were left untouched. I
even inserted the vibrator deep into her wet pussy, but
for just a few seconds. I wanted to keep Jennifer from
having that badly needed orgasm to relieve herself.
I kept up this teasing for about forty-five
minutes and then decided that Jennifer had had enough.
She was out of breath and was sweating from all the
excitement. She was also drooling down her chin around
the ball gag. I took her panties that were lying on
the bed and wiped off her face and chin. I then pulled
the panties through he wet crotch and then proceeded to
pull the panties over her head, thus limiting her sight
and ensuring that she would have to smell her own
jucies. I also allowed her a few minutes to catch her
breath.
While she rested, I set out the rest of the
bondage equipment that I was going to use on her. The
equipment included a black leather discipline hood that
had a locking two inch collar, two nipple clamps with a
spring and weight attached to each, a leather chastity
belt with a built in vibrator, small butt plug, two
small balls of cotton, some adhesive tape, and a five
foot piece of rope. I removed the panties from
Jennifer's head and when Jennifer looked at all the
additional equipment, she knew what was coming. She
just hung her head down in defeat.
I started first with the cotton balls. I placed
one in each of Jennifer's ears and held them in place
with a strip of adhesive tape. This served to isolate
her from any sounds in the room. I next picked up the
discipline hood and placed it on her head. The only
opening that this particular hood had, was three small
holes around the nose so that she could breath
normally. The hood zipped down the back of her head
and the whole helmet was locked in place by a two inch
collar that went around her neck (remember,she was
still gagged with the ball gag).
To make her movments more restricted, I attached
the five foot piece of rope to the D-ring attached on
top of the leather hood. I then connected the other
end of the rope to her wrists and pulled the slack out.
This arrangement forced her to lift her head back and
hold it there.
Next came the chastity belt and vibrator. This
vibrator was very special. I use it all the time on
myself during my self- bondage adventures. The
vibrator has a built in timer that turns the motor on
and off at random times. It only stays on for a
maximum of ten seconds and then shuts off for a period
of up to one minute. You never know when the motor
will start or stop. It can drive a girl wild with
frustration.
If you remember, Jennifer was in a very excited
state from all the tickling and caressing. This
vibrator would keep here near the orgasm point without
allowing her to go over the edge. When I use the
vibrator and belt on myself, I stay close to orgasm for
over two hours until I could get free and relieve
myself.
I strapped the waist strap around her waist and
buckled it in back. I then put on a latex glove, and
spread K-Y jel on my index finger. Jennifer just about
went through the roof as I slowly inserted my finger
into her tight ass, thus lubricating it and making it
ready for the butt plug. Once the plug was inserted, I
then brought the crotch strap through her legs, turned
on the vibrator and carefully inserted it into
Jennifer's already wet pussy. I then locked this strap
tightly to the waist belt in back. Without the key,
the chastity belt would not come off and the vibrator
keeps running.
I stepped back for a few minutes and watched the
reactions of my bound friend. I could see that the
vibrator was doing it's job. Jennifer was softly
moaning to herself when the vibrator was on but then
she whined in frustration when it turned off. I could
tell that she was staying excited by the hardness of
her nipples. This was going to be a fun hour. I
almost felt sorry for her (not really).
One last piece of stimulation. I carefully
attached the nipple clamps to each of her nipples.
These clamps were special. They were vibrating nipple
clamps. They also had a spring and weight attached to
each and with each movement of Jennifer's body, the
sensation to her breasts was compounded. With the
vibrator going, and the butt plug deeply lodged in
Jennifer's ass, Jennifer's body was constantly in
motion and therefore so were the weights attached to
her nipples. As I switched on the nipple clamps, the
results on Jennifer were immediate. You could see that
she was trying to stand still to prevent the weights
from swinging but as the nipple clamps continued to
vibrate and as the vibrator in pussy turned on and
off...it was quite a sight.
To further complete her bondage, I took a roll of
black electricans tape and taped her fingers tightly
together. Even if she could reach the knots, her
fingers were now useless.
Jennifer's wish was now complete. She wanted to
be totally bound, gagged, and teased for a two hour
period. And that she was. She could neither hear,
speak, or see and she was under going a very
frustration time not being able to have the sexual
release that she wanted and needed so badly.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JENNIFER'S RELEASE
For the next hour, I just sat back and watch
Jennifer "have fun". Now and then, I check her hands
and legs for any signs of circulation being cut off.
There were none. I did not touch her or say anything
to her for that hour. She was all alone with the
vibrators, both in her pussy and attached to her
nipples, and her bondage. Soft moans could be heard
coming from under the leather hood. Those moans would
always turn to whins as the vibrator, locked in her
pussy, would shut off until the next cycle. The
vibrating nipple clips were always on but not severe
enough to cause an orgasm.
At the end of the hour, I untied the rope that was
holding her head up and unlocked the leather hood and
removed it. I pulled off the tape and took out the
cotton balls from her ears. However, she remained
gagged. I next untied her ankles from the spreader bar
and attached a set of ankles cuffs to each ankle. I
then connected the cuffs with a short chain, thus
hobbling her.
I walked over to the winch and slowly let her arms
down. I removed the rope holding her elbows but before
I untied her wrists, I attached a pair of handcuffs. I
then removed the rope that bound her wrist together.
Jennifer was standing in the middle of the room with
her hands handcuffed behind her, gagged, feet hobbled,
nipple clamps on each breast and a chastity belt locked
between her legs. (It was interesting to note that
Jennifer's inner thighs were very wet and it wasn't
sweat)! I wanted to let Jennifer take the nipple
clamps off herself, since that was always more
difficult than putting them on.
I told Jennifer that I had the key to the chastity
belt, but the keys to her wrist and ankle cuffs were on
the kitchen table. I told her that she was to walk out
to the kitchen and bring the keys back to the bedroom
and unlock her bondage in here in front of me. If she
didn't the chastity belt would stay on, and so would
the vibrators. Jennifer just rolled her and slowly
nodded her understanding. She had no choice.
She slowly started walking towards the kitchen.
With each small step in her high heels and hobbles, her
breasts would shake and along with her tits, the spring
and weights attached to her nipple clamps. Just a
little reminder that they were still there and that she
had better take her time.
After about five minutes, Jennifer made her way
back into the bedroom still bound the way she left.
She walked over to the bed and sat down and started to
unlock her handcuffs. In the state of her exciement
and the leather gloves, she was having some problems.
I just smiled and continued to watch my bound friend.
When her hands were free, she reached up and removed
both nipple clamps. The jolt that it gave her as the
blood rushed back into the nipples, must have been
enough to push her over the edge. Jennifer just closed
her eyes and screamed into her ball gag. She was
having one tremendous orgasm. Jennifer then fell back
on the bed exhausted.
I walked over to my bound friend and unbuckled and
removed her ball gag and then unlocked her ankle cuffs.
I slowly rolled her over and unlocked the chastity belt
and carefully removed both the vibrator and the butt
plug. Needless to say the vibrator was soaking wet.
Lastly, I unlocked her chains that locked her high
heels to her feet. I slipped her heels off and slowly
tickled Jennifer's feet with my tongue. Jennifer was
now free and fast asleep.
While Jennifer slepted, I picked up the bedroom.
After about a half-hour, Jennifer woke up and we talked
about her bondage period. She said that it really
didn't hurt much and that the vibrator did a very good
job of frustrating her. She really enjoyed the strict
bondage and the sensations of the vibrating nipple
clamps was new and fantastic. Jennifer just smiled and
said that it was very lonely in the leather hood and
that she couldn't wait until she could lock me in to
it. My turn was coming. Jennifer was learning fast!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
JENNIFER'S REVENGE
Sunday morning found me tied up with about five
hundred feet of rope. Earlier that morning, I had
chosen to wear nothing but my thigh high black leather
boots, black satin corset, and shoulder length kid
gloves. Jennifer enjoyed helping me lace the corset
tightly closed. She liked (and so did I) the hour
glass shape that was present due to the corset.
Jennifer had started out my bondage by locking on
the special chastity belt that I had used on her the
night before. Then she started with my booted feet and
wound yards and yards of soft cotton rope around my
feet and legs, including my instep. With every five or
six turns, Jennifer would cinch the rope tightly
between my legs. She did this all the way up to my
crotch. My legs were one solid piece of rope and were
quite useless.
My wrists and arms came next. My wrists were tied
palm to palm and cinched very tightly. Then more rope
was wound around my arms up to and above my elbows (my
elbows were actually touching).
Jennifer then took two smaller pieces of rope and
tied them around my breasts. I had not realized that
they were big enough to do that to, but Jennifer found
out that they were. The rope made my breasts stand out
very straight and my nipples very hard and sensitive.
She then took about one hundred foot of rope and
begin to wind it around my body, pressing my bound arms
very tightly against my back. I was helpless. To
further add to my bondage, Jennifer took a roll of duct
tape and completely taped my fingers and hands
together. Jennifer sure learned fast! All that was
left was a gag.
Before she gagged me, Jennifer produced a white
rubber bathing cap and placed it on my head. She then
stepped out of the panties that she was wearing and
wadded them up into a ball and placed them in my mouth.
The panties were damp and the taste was very familiar
and exciting. Jennifer then took the roll of duct tape
and proceeded to tape my mouth shut. She did not use
just one piece of tape. She wound the tape all the way
around my head twice. Then she used another piece that
went under my chin and up over the top of my head.
This was the reason for the bathing cap, to protect my
hair. While she was wrapping the tape around the top
of my head, she told me bite down on the panties. When
she was through, it was impossible for me to talk or
utter a sound let alone move my lips. I had never been
so completely bound and gagged in my life. The only
thing that was showing on my roped body was my ass and
my bound breasts.
But Jennifer was not through yet. She then pulled
a black stocking over my head to prevent me from
rubbing the tape on the bed and possibly removing it
(right!). She then placed me on the bed and attached a
long rope to my feet and put the other end through a
pulley that was over the bed. She then hoisted my legs
up until only my shoulders and head were still touching
the bed. I was semi-suspended by my feet.
One last little thing and Jennifer was finished.
She attached a wooden clothespin to each nipple. They
were already very sensitive due to the breast bondage,
but this was almost too much. I only hoped that I
could make it for two hours. I was starting to get
very frustrated with the vibrator. It was doing a very
good job of keeping me at the climax point without
letting me go over the edge.
Jennifer just laid on the bed next to me and
smoked a cigarette and read some bondage magazines.
Occasionally she would get up and try on some different
articles of my latex and leather clothing. She liked
the feel of the latex and of course she had always
liked the leather.
Needless to say it was a long two hours. I should
mention that I spent the second hour of my bondage
blindfolded. Jennifer tied a latex sheet over my eyes
thus taking away another sense. Jennifer never touched
me for the whole two hours except to check my hands and
feet for lack of circulation. I wished she had,
because I was a very frustrated (sexually) bound girl.
However, I was luckyer than Jennifer, somewhere in
that last hour of bondage, the vibrator, clothespins,
and the tight restraint (that I could not get free
from) got the best of me. I must have came for five
minutes. It was great!
At the end of the two hours, Jennifer released me
from everything except the breast bondage, the
clothespins on my nipples, the chastity belt and the
gag. She let me remove all the rest of my bondage
equipment myself, especially the clothespins from my
nipples (remember they hurt more when they come off).
We then had lunch and finished planning our afternoon
self-bondage adventure. We were in store for quite an
afternoon.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DUAL SELF-BONDAGE
For this afternoon's adventure, Jennifer and I
decided to tie ourselves up out in a guest room that
was attached to the back of my garage. I use the room
all the time for my own self-bondage fun because I can
tie myself up in whatever clothing I desire (i.e. nude,
stockings and garter belts etc.) but when I have to get
free by walking out to the garage or the frontyard to
my mailbox for the key, it adds more excitement to the
adventure when I have to make that long walk dressed
the way I started. You see, if we tied ourselves up in
the house, it would be very simple to just put on a
long skirt or blouse and go outside and retrieve the
key. Wearing the clothes we tied ourselves up in (or
nothing at all) out into the open adds another bit of
excitement and uncertainty to the self-bondage affair.
The idea that we came up with was simple. We
would tie ourselves up out in the guest room using our
locking wrist cuffs and put the keys in different
locations throughout the yard, garage and house. We
would therefore have to leave the guest room if we
wanted to get free. The interesting part to this whole
adventure was the techniques that Jennifer and I used
to keep us both in the guest room for a few hours prior
to getting out.
Earlier that morning, we had frozen the ends of
two, six foot pieces of string in separate ice trays.
Attached to the other end of each string was a set of
metal nipple clamps, the kind that clamp tighter when
they are pulled. In addition to the nipple clamps, we
also froze a key to mine and Jennifer's wrist cuffs in
a separate cube with it's own string attached. About
three o'clock that afternoon, the strings and keys were
frozen and we were all set to begin.
The first thing that we did was to pre-stage the
keys to the assortment of locks that we were going to
use to tie ourselves up with. There were fifteen keys
in all; one for each ball gag, one for each waist belt,
three each for each set of wrist cuffs, one each for
the locking ankle cuffs, and the key to the back door
of the house. Also, there were two keys to the locks
that Jennifer was going to use to lock her high heels
on her feet. I was going to wear high heeled boots.
Jennifer took the key to the back door and placed
it in my mailbox out in the front yard. The keys to
our ball gags, ankle cuffs, and Jennifer's shoe locks
were placed on the bed in the house. I then took the
one set of the keys to our wrist cuffs that were not
frozen in an ice cube, and shuffled them in my hand and
had Jennifer pick one out. This key was placed in the
garage on the floor. Neither one of us knew which key
was in there, so we would have to walk out there and
find out who got their hands free first. The other
key, that Jennifer didn't pick, the ones to our waist
belts and the other wrist cuff key were tied to a
string from the ceiling out in the guest room. They
would be out of reach when our hands were locked behind
us.
The whole idea with the keys was that Jennifer and
I would have to walk out to the garage bound and
gagged, get the one key off the floor and see whose
cuffs it would unlock. Once that person's hands were
free, then we would have to walk back into the guest
room to get the other keys that were on the string
hanging from the ceiling. They were easy to reach once
your hands were free. Then we would have to wait until
dark in order for us to make that long trip to the
front yard to retrieve the house key. We would have to
go together because we were going to lock our ankles to
each other with a four foot chain. Once we were in the
house, we would be able to take our gags off, release
our ankle cuffs and be free. Simple huh! So we
thought.
We made sure that the garage side door was shut
but not locked and that the key to the one set of wrist
cuffs was in it's place on the garage floor. We then
set up our safety.
I took the last set of keys to our wrist cuffs and
attached each one to a bucket of oil that was placed on
the upper shelve in the closet. These buckets also had
attached to them a long string that we laid on the
floor until we were ready for the final task of tieing
ourselves up. More on this latter.
We went back into the house to get dressed for our
adventure. We would dress in the house, then very
quickly run out back to the guest room. We had moved
the other set of keys that were already frozen in the
ice cube along with the nipple clamps and strings, out
to the freezer. We also transferred my TV and VCR out
back so that we could watch some good bondage movies to
help pass the time.
Back in the house, Jennifer chose to wear a black
leather mini skirt with back high heeled opera pumps
that had five inch heels. Underneath the mini skirt,
she wore a white silk garter belt topped off with black
nylon stockings. There was a beautiful contrast
between the stockings and Jennifer's tanned thighs.
The mini skirt didn't cover the top of her stockings
and I could see where the garters were attached.
Jennifer did not where a blouse, so she was nude from
the waist up.
I chose to wear my black boned corset that
required
Jennifer's help to lace up. Attached to the corset,
was six garters to which I attached a pair of black
stockings. When the corset was tightly laced, it gave
me an hour glass shape and it's feeling of restraint
felt wonderful. The corset pushed my breasts up making
them firm and hard. To top off my outfit. I wore a
pair of knee-high black leather boots with five inch
spiked heels.
Under my corset, and under Jennifer's leather mini
skirt we both wore a pair of black high waisted latex
panties with built in butt plug and dildo. When the
panties were pulled up tight, there was a sense of full
around. Both Jennifer and I also wore elbow length
black leather gloves. We looked like two bondage
beauties, out of a John Willie bondage magazine, which
by, the way is where we got the idea from. It was my
idea to add the latex panties with butt plugs and
dildos.
After we were dressed, we checked to make sure
that the keys were in their place on the bed, the front
door was locked and all of the lights turned out. We
then checked the backyard very carefully for any signs
of my next door neighbors. Luckily, they were in the
house and we could proceed to the guest room without
too much trouble. Trying to run in spiked heels and
boots was not easy to say the least especially with a
rear and pussy full of rubber!.
As I left the house, I locked the door as I shut
it. Even if we did not tie ourselves up, we would
still have to wait until dark to get back in the house.
We could not just walk around to the front yard dressed
the way we were. When we got to the guest room, we
locked the door and pulled the shades. We did not want
someone looking in and taking advantage of two
helplessly bound and gagged females (the thought was
very stimulating though).
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
THE EVENT
The first thing that Jennifer did when she got to
the room was to lock her high heels pumps on her feet
with the small chains and two of the small locks that
we had pre-staged earlier that day. Remember, the keys
to these locks were lying on the bed in the house. We
then proceeded to set up the TV and VCR. We put on one
of my videotapes that I had prepared by copying three
of my favorite bondage movies. It gave Jennifer and I
about four hours of bondage entertainment to keep us
from getting bored.
We then marked the spots on the floor where we
were going to be tied up and put two hooks in the
ceiling about twelve inches apart. I also had put
three other hooks in the ceiling that I had used for
past bondage adventures. One was directly in the
ceiling over my head, another was in the ceiling about
five feet away, and the last was hanging over the bed.
I then placed the keys to our waist belts and the
unknown wrist cuff key on the hook hanging from the
ceiling above the bed. When our hands were locked
behind us, these keys would be out of reach. This
setup forces us to walk out to the garage to get the
key which is on the floor. The only problem was we did
not know whose cuffs the key would unlock. We had a
fifty/fifty chance. When one of our hands were free,
we could come back into the guest room and reach up to
get the other key and remove some but not all of the
bondage.
I now took the second set of keys to our wrist
cuffs that were attached to a string, frozen in an ice
cube and tied the free end of the string to the hook
that was going to be over my head. I then attached the
ice cube to the other hook that was five feet away. It
was attached in such a way that when the ice melted,
the keys would swing down to where I could reach them
and get free.
This procedure was what we were going to use as a
first back up escape method. Remember, I usually call
Jennifer and ask her to come over later that day and
use her as a safety monitor. However, since she will
be just as tied up as I will be, that method will not
work, so therefore I will use the string and ice as a
backup method. The size of the ice cube was such that
it would melt in about four or five hours. We used
this length of time to ensure that the other ice cubes
for our nipple clamps would melt first, forcing us to
go out to the garage to get free vice spending another
two or three hours in such stringent bondage, with
nipple clamps still on our nipples. We either go to the
garage and take out chances outside or stay in the room
and wait for the ice cube to melt still in tight
bondage.
We then set up our second safety by attaching the
strings that were tied to the buckets of oil, to the
hooks above out heads. The strings were looped in such
a way that we could both grab the string with our bound
hands. However, if we had to use that method to get
free, the mess from the oil would take hours to clean
up.
The next thing that we did was to thread the
strings that had the nipple clamps attached to one end
and an ice cube to the other, through one of the hooks
in the ceiling. One string per hook. The hooks were
small enough so that the ice cube would have to melt
almost completely away before it would allow the string
to pass through.
This was the technique that Jennifer and I used to
keep us tied up in the guest room for a while, before
we would be allowed to walk to the garage. We would be
tied to the ceiling by our nipples. When the ice
melted on the other end of the string, we would be able
to leave the room. But this wasn't it to our self-
bondage, there was more!
Both Jennifer and I attached a set of locking
ankle cuffs around our ankles. Before we locked them,
we made sure that the lock went through the end of a
four foot chain. Each lock was then locked securely.
We were now connected by a chain attached to our
ankles. The keys to the ankles cuffs were on the bed
in the house. With the ankle cuffs locked on, I
couldn't remove my boots, so therefore, I too like
Jennifer, will have to wear my high heeled boots and
suffer the same foot bondage, all afternoon and evening
until I could get into the house and unlock the cuffs.
The ankles cuffs left Jennifer and I with about
four inches of room between our ankles. We were very
effectively hobbled, and as some of us may know, trying
to walk while hobbled in high heels is a bondage all by
itself. Jennifer and I would have to walk all the way
out to the front yard while hobbled, connected by a
four foot chain, to get the house key, so that we could
get inside to free ourselves from the rest of our
bondage.
The next bondage item was the waist belts. Mine
was a simple chastity belt which meant it had a leather
strap that went around the waist and one that went
through the crotch and locked in front. Jennifer's was
just a black four inch leather waist strap that also
locked like mine with a hasp lock.
Attached to both of our waist straps in the back
was a large "D"-ring to which our leather wrist cuffs
were locked to. Jennifer put her waist belt on and I
did the same with the chastity belt, pulling it good
and tight pushing my dildo and butt plug deeper into
their respective orifices. However, before we locked
the belts on, we ran the locks through rings that were
attached to the ends of a four foot wooden broomstick.
This would keep Jennifer and I separated until we got
back into the guest room and could get the keys to our
waist belts which were hanging over the bed. I will
explain the reason for using the broomstick a little
later.
I now turned on the TV and the VCR. Jennifer and
I then hobbled over to where the nipple clamps were
hanging and got ready for the final stages of our
adventure.
It was time for the ball gags. These were
specially made for this adventure. The gags included a
medium size red rubber ball with a small chain running
through the middle. Jennifer and I picked up our gags
and put them in our mouths and then locked the chains
tightly behind our heads, under our hair. These gags
were a little bigger then what we had been using the
whole weekend and they filled our mouths completely.
They were very effective in preventing Jennifer
and I from talking to each other let alone calling for
help. Because of the locks, we would have to wear the
gags for the entire period of self-bondage because the
keys to the locks for our gags were in the house. We
would probably be wearing the ball gag along with the
ankles cuff and hobbles for about six or seven hours.
It would just depend on when Jennifer and I could make
that long trip around to the front yard to get the
house key that was sitting in my mailbox.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
THE MOMENT OF TRUTH
I checked around the room and made sure that we
had covered all aspects of our bondage. I also made
sure one more time that our back up escape methods
would work if we got in trouble. I made sure that I
was standing in the right place to get the keys when
they swung down. I had done this many times before, so
I knew it would work, it would just take awhile.
Jennifer and I were now at the point of no return.
We both very slowly and carefully attached a nipple
clamp to each nipple. We then tried moving around a
little bit to see how much play we had. We didn't have
much at all. We would almost have to stand in the same
place for the whole time to prevent increasing the
pressure to our nipples. The strings were short enough
that our breast were actually being lifted up by the
nipples, but only a little. We could not bend our
knees at all. Remember, these nipple clamps were the
kind that got tighter as they were pulled, so trying to
pull them off with the string would only increase the
pressure, making matters worse. They were not going to
slip off unless we fell or something and exerted lots
of pressure. It was time for the final step, that
moment of truth. We reached around behind us and put
our wrists into the wrist cuffs. We both looked at
each other, smiled behind our gags and locked them.
Our only hope now was the melting of ice to save us.
We were totally bound and gagged, and forced to stay in
the room by our nipples. The broom stick kept us far
enough apart so that I could not somehow reach over to
Jennifer and release her nipple clamps and vice versa.
It also keeps us together, one of us can not leave
without the other, so we would therefore have to wait
for both of the ice cubes to melt before we would be
able to walk outside. That would be about two hours
from now. The broomstick also forces both of us to
stay still, not only for the discomfort in our own
nipples, but for the other person's nipples as well.
If I move, Jennifer moves, and we both pay for it.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
TOGETHERNESS
For the first couple of minutes, Jennifer and I
tried to get the feel of our bondage. We were good.
There was going to be no escape from our bondage until
the right time. We just had to try and relax and watch
our bondage tapes. Hopefully this would take our minds
off the dull ache that was starting to build in our
nipples and in our jaws from the oversized ball gags
that we had used.
Occasionally, we would try to pull the nipple
clamps to see if we could get the ice to break or the
clamps to slip off, but all our efforts only made the
clamps tighten down harder and increase our discomfort.
We would just have to wait.
Jennifer and I were fast learning the finer points
of bondage i.e. tight restraint, helplessness, and
loneliness. We could not talk to each other because of
the ball gags, and we could not touch or tease each
other due to our bondage positions. We had
talked about the possibility of something going wrong,
forcing us to remain prisoners of our own bondage for
God knows how long! That unknown possibility made
being tied up all that much more exciting and worth
while. It's amazing what thoughts can go through your
mind when you are all tied up and are relying on the
simple melting of an ice cube for your freedom (what if
the string gets caught on the hook in the ceiling after
the ice melts?..What happens if the garage door gets
locked by mistake?..What if someone just
happens to come into my backyard and look into the
guest room?).
Being tied up is not all that bad if you are tied
to a chair or tied on the floor or bed, but being tied
up and forced to stand in very high heeled shoes or
boots, for over two hours is very hard on the feet and
what is worse is when you are forced to remain standing
in one place by your nipples, that is worse yet (but
exciting)! Add this to the fullness of the dildo and
butt plugs and the bondage is almost complete. We
could have added blindfolds but decided that the
absent of sight along with the tight bondage would be
too much. With the way we were tied, we would not have
been able to help each other if one of us had fallen.
Getting up would be hard enough without the
blindfold...maybe next time under less stringent
conditions.
It is funny how time seems to slow down when you
want something to happen so bad. After about two hours
of standing there having to remain very still, both
Jennifer and I were ready to be free. You could see it
in our faces, we were both drooling down our chins on
to our chests and our nipples were very sore from all
the tension of the nipple clamps. In addition, our
shoulders and feet ached from the tight bondage and
high heels.
At about the two and one half hour point,
Jennifer's ice cube melted enough to slip through the
eyelet. She was now free but she could not go anywhere
because she was attached to me by the broomstick and I
was still attached to the ceiling by my nipples.
Jennifer would just have to wait until I was free.
Jennifer teased me by moving me around slightly with
the
broomstick, causing the pulling on my nipples to
increase. I couldn't wait to get free from this clamps
and pay Jennifer back!
My ice cube melted about 15 minutes later and at
this point we were both free to move out to the garage
and start the second phase of our self-bondage
adventure.
CHAPTER TWENTY
THE JOURNEY
The trip out to the garage was very slow. We had
first checked the backyard to make sure it was clear
and then we headed out. I had to walk backwards
because the waist belt would not allow me or Jennifer
to turn around.
It took about 85 steps to reach the garage door.
The trip was fairly uneventful (too bad). We only had
one problem along the way. The string that was
attached to Jennifer's nipple clamps was dragging along
the ground and it got caught on a crack in the
sidewalk. This stopped Jennifer in her tracks. We
both knew that if we fell, there would be no way to
stand back up. We would have to crawl as best as we
could to get to the garage. We would then have to
figure out how to open the door once we got there.
Crawling is hard too do when you are tied together
and gagged and forced to coordinate our movements
without talking. It is also hard to crawl when you
have nipple clamps attached to your tits and these
clamps have a six foot strings attached to them.
Luckily, Jennifer's string came free when we backed up
in the other direction.
Once we were in the garage, we both realized that
it was going to a problem to reach down and retrieve
the key off the floor. We did not want to just fall
from the standing position because with our hands
locked behind us, we would probably get hurt. So we
had to very slowly bend our knees until we were both
squatting and then carefully lean over until we fell to
the ground. (Next time we will put the key on a shelf
that is waist high). Next time!
Luckily, Jennifer fell near the key and it was
only a matter of shifting our bound bodies a couple of
feet in order for her to get at it. Unfortunately the
one thing that we did not practice was for Jennifer to
try and unlock the wrist cuffs with leather gloves on.
I could see that she was having a problem finding the
key hole. It takes a lot of practice. However, after
about five minutes, she shook her head in the yes
direction trying to tell me that she had the key in the
hole, however, as luck would have it, it was the wrong
key. It did not fit Jennifer's cuffs.
We would now have to reposition ourselves in such
a way that I could use the key. This took a few
minutes and it was
complicated by the fact that Jennifer was lying on my
nipple clamp string and I could not move until she got
off it. She did and we got turned around and I got the
key to my wrist cuffs and unlocked them. My hands were
now free.
The first thing I did was to very carefully remove
the nipple clamps from my tits. This turned out to
cause more discomfort then leaving them on. They
started to sting as the blood rushed back into the
nipples. I slowly sat there as caressed them with my
gloved hands until the pain subsided. Jennifer was
getting impatience so I next reached over and very
slowly pulled on Jennifer's clamps. Jennifer just
closed her eyes and bit down on the ball gag. This was
here payback for moving me around back in the guest
room. The tough part was over.
Once my nipple clamps were off. clamps were off,
we just laid on the floor for a few minutes catching
our breath. When Jennifer was ready, I very carefully
picked myself up off the floor, then I helped Jennifer
up. Remember, we were still kept separated by the four
foot broomstick and Jennifer's hands were still locked
behind her. After a little struggling, we were finally
on our feet and ready to head back to the guest room.
Before we left the garage, I decided that Jennifer
needed some more pay back. As Jennifer eyes widen with
shock, I carefully tied her nipple clamp string to the
broomstick between us, causing her to stoop over. She
would stay that way until we got back into the guest
room. I'm sure that my turn for punishment was coming!
We first checked the backyard for any signs of
intruders, there were none, and we started on that long
walk back to the room. Again, I walked backwards
mainly because my hands were free and I could better
balance myself. The trip was made without any hitches.
The trip was a little slower due to the fact that
Jennifer had to stoop over.
Once we got inside, I locked the door and we made
our way over to the bed where I then reached up and
retrieved the keys to our waist belts and Jennifer's
wrist cuffs. In a few seconds, I was free from the
broomstick and removed my chastity belt. I then
proceeded to unlock Jennifer's wrists and removed her
waist belt. Jennifer reached up and slowly removed her
nipple clamps. What a relief. I could see it in her
eyes. We both then removed our leather gloves, they
had again served their purpose of prolonging the
bondage.
We were now free except for our ball gags, ankle
cuffs, and the four foot chain that still connected our
feet together. The keys to all these locks, if you
will remember, are on the bed in the house.
All we had to do now was wait for darkness so that
Jennifer and I could make that long trip to the front
yard and get the key to the back door. It was five
o'clock now, so we had about four or five hours to
kill, we only hoped that our jaws would make it for
that amount of time. Since our ankles were still
locked together, we couldn't remove the latex panties
and thus the dildo and butt plugs would remain with up
the rest of the evening.
It was a long five hours to say the least. We
couldn't talk because of the ball gags, and we were
always at least four feet from each other due to the
chain at our ankles. We just spent our five hours
watching the rest of my bondage videos and reading
bondage magazines hoping that the time would go quick,
of course, it didn't. We did manage to take the time
for a quick lesbian affair on the bed. It was quite a
site. Two women bound and gagged, one booted the other
one in heels. Each of us spent time caressing the
other's sore nipples and pushing the dildos in and out.
Had we not been gagged the noise from the orgasms would
have surely awaken the neighbors.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
THE WALK
At about nine-thirty that evening, we decided to
try our luck at the long walk to the front yard. It
was a very slow walk, especially in high heels and
hobbles. We only hoped that no one would see us. It
would look kind of funny seeing two bare breasted
females that were gagged, trying to walk out to the
front yard.
The walk was long and fairly uneventful. We did
have to wait in the shadows on the house for a couple
on minutes while a car or two went past.
Eventually, we retrieved the key to the back door
(even though Jennifer had made a mistake and put the
key in my
neighbors mailbox). Once we got back inside the house,
we immediately unlocked and removed our ball gags, then
removed our ankles cuffs. Jennifer then unlocked and
removed her heels and I removed my boots. My feet were
really sore and so were Jennifer's.
We got out of our bondage outfits and slowly
removed the latex panties, dildo, and butt plugs.
Needless to say the dildo was wet and slippery. We
then took a nice long hot shower together. We then
settled down for a much deserved drink for the both of
us and a cigarette for Jennifer.
During our break, we discussed our self-bondage
experience. We both decided that we really enjoyed the
experience very much but we had to admit, that I liked
the self-bondage better than Jennifer. Jennifer says
that she does like to be tied up tightly by someone
else who can then be in total control over her. She
also stated that she prefers to be on the giving end of
bondage more than the receiving end. That suited me
just fine.
It was one of the best weekends of my life. The
amount of bondage that was discussed, practiced, read
about, and watched on video was enough to last most
people a lifetime. What was best was that now I had a
beautiful bondage partner that I could live out both of
our many fantasies.
As I walk Jennifer to the door that Sunday
evening, we both looked at each and embraced in a long
and wet kiss. We both know that we would do this again
real soon.
After she had left, I was so excited, that when I
went to bed, I locked my big toes together with a set
of thumbcuffs, gagged myself with a piece of grey duct
tape, and then locked a set of handcuffs on my wrist in
front of me. I then turned off the light and went fast
asleep. All I could dream of was the many different
bondage games that Jennifer and I could play.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
GAMES
Jennifer and I are always inventing new bondage
games to play. We play games like "Mistress and
Slave", "Kidnapped", "Dual Self- Bondage", "Public
Bondage", and "Solo Bondage". The first two games are
self explanatory so I'll just describe the last two.
In "Public Bondage", the idea is to tie one
another up or add some type of restraint to certain
parts of the body that can be worn while out in the
public. For example, one time Jennifer and I went to a
movie and I brought along two sets of thumb cuffs. I
had Jennifer remove her high heels and then I proceeded
to lock her big toes around the chair leg in front of
us. I then locked her thumbs behind her back and we
then settled down to watch the movie. Things were
going fine until a bunch of kids decided that they
wanted to sit in the same row that Jennifer and I were
in. The kids had to walk over Jennifer's legs and all
Jennifer could do was sit there and smile. What made
matters worse was that Jennifer had chosen to wear her
short leather mini skirt and as she moved for the boys,
he skirt started to hike up and expose the top of her
stockings. Jennifer was humiliated to say the least.
Jennifer did repay me for that adventure the very next
Wednesday which turned out to be my birthday.
Jennifer called me the night before and told me
that she had a surprise for me on my birthday. She
told me that to get my present from her, I was to wear
to work a sweater and skirt combination with my
knee-high black high heeled boots, but underneath, I
was to wear my white latex stockings, matching garter
belt and latex panties.
The next morning I was so excited that I could
hardly dress myself. Slipping my legs into the cool
latex stockings and panties almost made me come right
there in the bedroom. I had to control myself because I
knew today would bring some interesting events.
When I got to work that morning, there was a note on my
desk saying that Jennifer had called to say that she
would be at the office around two o'clock that
afternoon. It was going to a be a long morning of
sexual anticipation.
At two o'clock, Jennifer walked into my office.
She was wearing a blue leather dress with black gloves,
black seamed stockings, and black patent leather opera
pumps with four inch heels. She looked like a model
from a Paris fashion show. She was also carrying a
leather briefcase.
She walked in and shut the door behind her. She
asked me if I had worn what she had asked me to last
night. I told her yes and showed her. Then she asked
me if I was ready to receive my birthday present and if
I was, I was to follow her specific commands. Of
course, I told her I was all hers.
Jennifer then told me to stand up and remove my
sweater and bra, which I did hesitantly (I hoped no one
would come in). She then pulled a roll of black
electrician's tape from her briefcase and proceeded to
put two, four inch long pieces of tape across each
nipple forming an "X" on each breast. Jennifer then
took a long piece of tape and wrapped it entirely
around my chest and across my nipples. She told me
that this tape bra would take the place of my satin bra
and that the tape on my nipples would prevent them from
standing out and being seen through the sweater. The
tape was very restrictive and did not allow my breasts
to swing from side to side. So far I could handle
this, it was the next item that really made me sweat.
With my breasts taken care of, Jennifer now
ordered me to take off my skirt and latex panties.
When I had done this Jennifer then pulled from her
briefcase, a leather chastity belt that had a vibrating
butt plug and dildo. She walked around behind me and
strapped the belt around my waist. She then very
carefully brought the other strap between my legs,
turned on the vibrators, and inserted them into their
respective places. The feeling was wonderful.
Jennifer then locked the belt in back with a padlock to
which I knew I did not have a key to. Jennifer then
told me that this was the pay back for the "Public
Bondage" at the movie last week. I could all ready
tell that this was going to be a long afternoon, I
only hoped that I would make it home.
Before Jennifer let me put my sweater and skirt
back on, she made me stand in front of my desk so that
she could take a couple of pictures of me with her
polaroid camera. The contrast between the white latex
stockings and the black leather of the chastity belt
made for a sharp picture.
After this was done, Jennifer allowed me to put my
clothes back on. No one would ever know what I had on
underneath my skirt and top. If anyone were to find
out, I think I would die from humiliation. Jennifer
then added one more article of restraint to my already
excited body.
Jennifer pulled from her briefcase a box with a
bow on the top. She said that one of my birthday
presents was inside. I opened the box to find a set of
silver plated handcuffs. I was very touched by the
gift. Jennifer then surprised me by telling me to hold
out my wrists so that I could try them on. Without
thinking, I did just that, and Jennifer snapped the
cuffs on my wrists in front of me. It was then that I
realized that I didn't have the key. Jennifer sat back
in her chair, lit a cigarette and smiled at me. I
begged Jennifer to unlock them before somebody came in
and saw them. Jennifer just laughed and picked up my
bra and latex panties and placed them in her briefcase
and headed for the door. I was almost in a state of
panic.
Before Jennifer left, she told me that she would
give the key, in an envelope to my assistant outside.
With that, she just turned and left the office. I sat
back in my chair in total shock. Here I was, a
professional business women at work, wearing a tape
bra, latex stockings, chastity belt and handcuffs.
The humiliation that building up inside was almost
to much. The vibrators were doing a great job of
keeping me very stimulated and the tape on my breast
and nipples, did not let me forget that they were
there.
After a couple of minutes, my assistant walked in
with a blue envelope. I had to keep my hands under my
desk to prevent the handcuffs from being seen. Inside
the envelope, there was a key and some instructions.
The instructions said that I was to leave the tape on
my breasts until I got home and that there were further
instructions waiting for me when I arrived.
After work ended, I left in a rush. It had been
very difficult to sit through the afternoon meetings.
The vibrators that were locked between my legs kept my
mind day dreaming about the evening ahead. I could
only wonder what Jennifer had in store for my birthday.
Also, everyone kept looking at me and I kept wondering
if they could hear the sound of the vibrator. However,
my attention was brought back to the real world every
time I tried to shift my weight in my chair. This was
due to the butt plug sticking up my rear.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
A BIRTHDAY TO REMEMBER
When I arrived home, there was a note lying on the
table along with a pair of Jennifer's cotton panties
(wet of course), a leather strap, a long black latex
sheet, elbow-length black leather gloves, and a leather
paddle with a pink bow attached to the handle. It was
obvious what part of my evening was to entail.
The note said to remove my skirt and sweater, gag
myself by stuffing the panties in my mouth and securing
them with the leather strap. I was then to cover the
whole thing with the four inch latex sheet. This would
make for a very secure gag and of course, Jennifer's
panties were not soaked with water.
After I was gagged, I was to bring the paddle and
gloves into the bedroom, give the paddle to Jennifer,
present myself for inspection, then put on the leather
gloves, place myself in bondage with the restraints
that were provided and wait for the surprise. I
gagged myself as the note had instructed and removed my
outer clothing. I then picked up the paddle and
leather gloves and started towards my bedroom. Before
reaching the bedroom, I happened to pass my full length
mirror that is on my hallway bathroom door. I stopped
to admire the bound figure that was reflecting in the
mirror. I was semi-nude with a black tape bra that
only cover my nipples, gagged with panties and black
latex sheet, wearing a black leather chastity belt that
made my ass cheeks spread apart (a good position for a
little spanking?) white latex stockings and garter
belt, and high-heeled black leather boots. I was quite
the submissive!
When I entered the bedroom, Jennifer was lying on
the bed. She was dressed from head to toe in black
leather. She was wearing a black leather corset with a
quarter cup bra that pushed her breasts up very high,
leaving her nipples exposed and erect, leather panties,
crotchless of course, black thigh-high leather
stockings attached to the corset by eight garters,
shiny black leather ankle boots with stiletto heels,
and to top off the outfit, black elbow length kid
leather gloves. She was drinking a glass of wine,
smoking a long white cigarette, that she was holding
between her gloved fingers, and reading my latest
bondage magazine that must have arrived in the mail.
In the middle of the room lying on the floor, was
my three foot metal spreader bar with locking ankle
cuffs. Above the bar, hanging from a hook from the
ceiling, was a chain to which another set of handcuffs
were locked.
I walked over to the bed and handed Jennifer the
paddle. Jennifer tested the chastity belt to ensure
that the belt was still tightly locked on and made sure
that the vibrator was still working. From the way her
gloved fingers came out of my crotch wet, the vibrator
was doing it's intended job. Jennifer then inspected
the tape bra to ensure it wasn't removed. Finally she
inspected the latex gag that I was wearing to ensure I
followed the her instruction to the letter. She asked
me how her panties tasted? I could only shake my head
to tell her I knew what that taste was. Before I
applied my self-bondage, Jennifer had me kiss her feet
with her gagged lips. I was really turning into a good
submissive.
I now put the leather gloves on each arm. I then
proceeded to lock my ankles apart using the ankle cuffs
and spreader bar. The boots that I wore protected my
ankles from any chaffing. I then reached up and locked
the handcuffs on my wrist. I was now Jennifer's bound
slave. Jennifer just watched me through a soft white
cloud of smoke.
As I stood there in bondage, my mind was racing.
What did Jennifer have in store for me. I was becoming
very excited from the vibrator but with my hands locked
over my head, I could not reach those special areas of
my body that needed caressing to push me over the edge.
Jennifer got up from the bed and slowly walked
towards me. She had the paddle in one gloved hand and
the cigarette in the other. She took the paddle and
slowly caressed my bottom. She commented on the way
the chastity belt separated my ass cheeks and made for
a perfect target.
She told me that I was to get a birthday spanking
and that I was to count each of the strokes. If I
missed a stroke, there would be another. Needless to
say it was a long 34 strokes, even though I am only 28
years old. When the birthday spanking was done,
Jennifer then told that she had another surprise for
me.
For being such a good girl, Jennifer had purchased
some additional presents for me. She pulled from a box
a black leather corset, long black, high waisted,
leather hobble skirt, a black leather single arm glove,
and black patent leather opera pumps with six inch
heels. Jennifer was going to dress me head to toe in
black leather.
The first thing she did was to remove the tape bra
and tape from my nipples. She then unlocked and
carefully removed the chastity belt, vibrator, and butt
plug. Jennifer then released my feet from the spreader
bar, removed my boots and the latex stockings and
garter belt. I was now standing in the middle of the
bedroom bound with my hands locked over my head,
wearing only a latex gag and black leather elbow-length
gloves.
Jennifer then decided that I needed a little
torture in my life, and she proceeded to attach a set
of metal nipple clips to my already sensitive nipples.
These clips were joined by a small chain, and to the
chain, was tied a long piece of string. Jennifer
threaded the string through a hook on the ceiling and
tied off the other end to the bed. She pulled the
string taut causing me to lift up on my tip toes to
keep the pressure on my nipples to a minimum.
With my nipples tied the way they were, I could
not move around at all. Jennifer took her gloved hand
and slowly caressed my breasts and underarms. She knew
that I was very ticklish, but I could not lower my
arms, or move away from her because of the nipple
clamps and the handcuffs.
Jennifer now moved around behind me and put the
corset around my waist. She cinched the corset very
tightly thus giving my body that hour glass shape.
This corset fitted just below my breasts to just above
my crotch. It pushed my breasts up nice and high. She
then locked the corset on with two special padlock.
She told me that she had mailed me the keys to the
corset at my office. I would have to wait until
tomorrow to get the corset off.
She then slowly pulled on black silk stockings on
each of my legs taking care to caress the inside of my
thighs on the way up. She was driving me wild with
passion. She attached the stockings to the corset with
six garters that were attached to the corset.
After this was done, she put the six inch high
heeled pumps on my feet. I could tell that standing in
these heels for a long period of time was going to be
rough.
Before Jennifer put the skirt on me, she put a
"Joni's Butterfly" vibrator on me pressing it tightly
against my crotch. The vibrator had a cord attached to
the ON/OFF switch which Jennifer strapped to my waist.
Jennifer then took the leather hobble skirt and
held it open for me as I step into the opening. She
pulled the skirt up to my waist and over my hips. The
fit was very snug. She zipped the skirt up in back by
my waist and down by my ankles. This drew my legs very
close together and it was getting harder and harder to
keep my balance. Had it not been for the handcuffs and
of coarse the nipple clamps, I probably would have lost
my balance. This skirt also had a small strap that
went beneath the soles of my of my high heels that
prevented the skirt from ridding up my legs. It also
prevented my from removing my pumps.
Jennifer now removed the latex sheet from my
around my mouth and panty gag. She then put a leather
discipline hood over my head and tightly laced the hood
shut. This hood had a penis gag built in and it filled
my mouth completely. It also had openings for my nose
to allow easy breathing and openings for the eyes.
Jennifer then locked the hood on my head by locking the
leather collar that was attached to the hood, around my
neck. The hood was not coming off. Now with the
exception of my upper body and arms, I was encased in
black leather.
Next Jennifer loosen the string that kept the
tension on my nipple clamps. She did not remove the
clamps though. She then brought a bar stool over to
where I standing and proceeded to unlock my hands from
the handcuffs. When this was done, she had me sit on
the stool, to keep from falling.
She then brought my arms behind me and strapped my
wrists together, palm to palm, with a small leather
strap. Jennifer then forced my arms and wrists into a
black leather arm binder. She tighten armbinder's
straps thus forcing my arms and elbows very close
together. Jennifer buckled the leather straps that
were attached to the binder up and over my shoulders,
criss-crossing above my breasts. The straps prevented
the armbinder from falling down. Jennifer then took a
long leather strap and tightly strapped my arms to my
body. My leather bondage was almost complete.
Jennifer then helped me over to the bed and had me
lie down. She attached a short leather leash to the
chain that was attached to my nipple clips and tied the
leash to head of the bed. I was not going to leave the
bed. Jennifer then added a leather blindfold thus
cutting off all light.
I was now totally encased in leather. I could not
talk, see, or barely hear do to the discipline hood and
I was tied to the bed by my nipples. This had been a
favorite fantasy of mine for some time. Jennifer and I
have been trading fantasies with each other for quite
awhile and we have been trying to make each others
fantasize come true when the opportunity arose.
Jennifer had used my birthday to fulfill my latest one.
Jennifer leaned over my and put her mouth to my
ear and wished me a happy birthday as she switched on
my vibrator. I was in heaven. With the combination of
the leather bondage, nipple discipline, and the
vibrator, I would probably break all the orgasm records
every set.
Needless to say, it was quite a night. Jennifer
finally freed my after what seemed like forever but had
only been two hours. I lost count of the number of
times that I orgasmed during that period. The only
reason that Jennifer released me was that she was
growing anxious to try out all the new leather gear
that she had bound me with. Jennifer did get her turn
bound in the black leather that evening and she enjoyed
it just as much as I had.
Public bondage can be very exciting but for me the
game "Solo- Bondage" can be just as fun.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
SOLO-BONDAGE
The other game that Jennifer and I play a lot, is
called "Solo-bondage". This particular game involves
my favorite subject, self-bondage. Even though
Jennifer and I tie each other up a lot, I still enjoy
putting myself in restrictive bondage. The thrill of
not really knowing if I will get free without help
always makes self-bondage a love that I will never give
up. However, now that Jennifer knows what I do to
myself, and that I use her for my safety monitor, I
have become more creative in my self-bondage
adventures.
The rules to this particular game were simple, I
would call Jennifer at work and tell her what time to
come over and release me from my bondage. Because I
ask a lot of her, Jennifer gets to add some extras
requirements of her own. I would also tell her the
type of bondage that I would be in, so that she would
have an idea of the amount of restraint and stress that
I would be under. Jennifer knows that if I am trying
some suspension bondage on myself, she can't be very
late. However, if the bondage involves a chair or bed,
well Jennifer just might take her time in
arriving.
Earlier that day, I had called Jennifer and asked
her to come over later that night around eight o'clock.
I told her my plans and she then told me that I was to
wear a blindfold and wooden clothespins on my nipples.
My bondage was now set. With what I had planned for
myself and the extras that Jennifer had demanded, I
would be in for an interesting evening of restraint.
The position that I used for this night's bondage
adventure came from a bondage movie that I had recently
purchased. The idea is to straddle a leather covered
saw horse with your hands tied behind you. The fun
part comes when you pull your ankles up behind you off
the floor. This forces most of your weight to be
supported by your crotch. If your crotch is filled a
dildo, then the dildo is buried deep within you with
little hope of being expelled. Any movement by you on
the horse causes instant reaction to your crotch.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
THE SETUP
I got home from work around five o'clock and I
moved the saw horse from the garage to the middle of my
bedroom. It had only taken me a few days to build the
horse and cover it with leather.
I then quickly shed all my clothes. I had planned
on tying myself up in the nude, but I decided to wear a
pair of elbow- length black leather gloves. They
protect my wrists from chaffing and make it that much
more restrictive.
Next, I attached a pre-measured length of chain to
one of my hooks that I had installed in the ceiling.
To the other end of the chain, I connected a set of
leather wrist cuffs that were lockable. The length of
the chain was such that when my wrists were locked
behind me and I was sitting on the wooden horse, my
arms would be pulled up to about the middle of my back.
Before I went any further, I set up my own safety
device. This was done just in case Jennifer was unable
to come over and release me later that evening. In the
past, I have had to use the safety device to free
myself on a couple of occasions. Jennifer's car failed
to start one night and I had tied myself up on the bed
in a tight hogtie. When Jennifer failed to show up
after a couple of hours the keys to my wrists that I
had frozen in an ice cube finally melted, and I had to
crawl over and retrieve key. Jennifer however, still
had the keys to my leather collar and my ankle cuffs.
I will explain more about this little quirk to the game
later on.
The safety device that I used this time was a #10
can that was filled with water and frozen solid. A key
to my wrists cuffs was frozen in the middle of the can
. Attached to the key was a string about seven feet
long. I now removed the ice block from the can and
placed the block up on a shelf across the room. I had
also placed the block in a tray to catch the melting
water.
The other end of the string was now tied to the
same hook that my wrists would be attached to. When
the block of ice melted, the key would then swing down
to where my hand were and I would be able to get free.
To help the string swing correctly, I attached a small
weight to the middle of the string.
The ice cube was large enough so that it would
take about seven hours to melt. This amount of time
forces me to wait for Jennifer or stay in my
self-imposed bondage for a considerable length of time.
Thus far, my longest time spent in self-bondage was
about two and one-half hours.
I was now all set to begin. I put on a pair of
elbow-length leather gloves and then placed leather
cuff on each ankle. I locked the cuffs on with two
small locks. Attached to each cuff was a small chain
about three feet long. I next buckled a two inch
leather collar around my neck and also locked it on
with another small lock. This collar had a metal "D"
ring attached to the front. I was now ready for the
gag.
This gag was special. It was known as a "pump
gag". It consisted of a wide leather strap that went
around the head and buckled in back. The strap had a
small hole in the front through which a small rubber
tube was inserted. On the inside of the strap,
attached to one end of the tube, was a small rubber
bulb and on the outside of the strap, attached to the
other end, was an inflator, much like the inflator used
in measuring blood pressure. The idea is to insert the
bulb into your mouth and then buckle the strap around
your head. You then slowly inflate the bulb until
speech becomes non-existent.
I carefully inserted the bulb into my mouth and
then buckled the leather straps tightly around my head
and under my chin. I had modified this gag by adding a
chin strap which keeps me from opening my mouth as the
bulb is being inflated.
I now begin to slowly inflate the gag. The
feeling was wonderful. I could feel my speech being
deprived with each pump of the inflator. I pumped the
bulb up until my mouth was filled with rubber. The
chin strap did an excellent job of not letting me open
my mouth. Once I was satisfied that I was gagged
securely enough, I locked the gag on with another small
lock. I should explain about these small locks.
The ones on my ankles, leather collar, and gag had a
blue dot on them. Jennifer is the only one who has the
key to these locks. The spare key is kept taped under
my mailbox out in my front yard. This is just
something else to add to the fun. Anytime I use these
locks, I always have to wait for Jennifer to arrive and
free me. One time, she left me hobbled and gagged all
night long (my hands were free though). I tried to
hobble out to the mailbox late that night, but Jennifer
had taken the spare keys and had only left me a note
saying she would be back in the morning before I went
to work. All I could do was go to bed and sleep with
my bondage. I was now ready for the final stage of
tonight's self- bondage adventure.
I made one last check of the front and back doors
to ensure that they were locked (Jennifer had her own
key). I then turned on the radio to keep me
entertained while I waited for Jennifer to arrive. The
time was now 7:05 in the evening, so I had about an
hour to enjoy my bondage.
I picked up the leather blindfold and buckled it
loosely around my neck. I then picked up two wooden
clothespins and carefully attached one to each nipple.
Putting them on is not as bad as taking them off. The
clothespins on the nipples have always given me a
greater appreciation for my bondage. They serve to
remind me that the bondage is real, self-imposed or
not,in that I can't remove them until my hands were
freed. I now picked up the dildo that I had
previously lubricated and carefully inserted it deep in
my crotch. I then got up on the saw horse and position
myself in the middle. The pressure on the dildo was
instantly felt in my crotch. I only hoped that I would
make it through the evening.
Attached to the top of the wooden horse in back of
me was a metal ring and two snap hooks. I very
carefully brought one ankle up behind me at a time and
attached the ankle chain to the snap hook.
Attached to the horse in front of me, was another
metal ring. This metal ring had attached to it, a
three foot
adjustable leather strap. On the other end of the
strap, was another snap hook. I snapped this hook to
the "D" ring on my collar and tightened the strap
enough to prevent me from lifting myself off the horse.
I took one last look around the room to ensure I
had not forgot something and to ensure that my safety
would work if needed. You never know when the bondage
can become your enemy.
I now buckled the blindfold that was hanging
around my neck, tightly over my eyes. This blindfold
was a leather strap, four inches in width which had a
hole cut out that my nose fit through. The blindfold
was lined with fur and did an excellent job blocking
out all light. With that done, I reached around behind
me and locked the wrist cuffs on each wrists. That was
it. All I could do was wait for Jennifer to free me or
for the ice to melt and the key to swing down allowing
me to free myself. Again, I was getting to good
at my bondage. I could not see or speak. I could
hardly move without changing the pressure on my crotch
or the pushing the dildo further up my cunt, and I
could not reach the clothespins that were pinching my
nipples. I loved it! I tried struggling to see if I
could get free but it was of no use. The movement only
made the bondage that much more uncomfortable, so I
just tried to "relax" and let my fantasies take over.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
THE BONDAGE GAME
Jennifer was pretty good at being on time when she
wanted to be. Sometimes she would be late just to let
me stew for awhile. It all depended on the bondage
that I had chosen for myself. Usually when she
arrives, she has her way with me. She either tickles
me, spanks me (lightly), or makes my bondage more
restraining. I could only wonder what the night's
encounter would bring.
There have been times when she has joined me in
bondage and we have had to work together to get free.
When we do this, the safety device is always within
fairly easy reach since Jennifer is no longer able to
free me. For instance, one time, Jennifer and I were
tied face to face, totally nude with the exception of
black leather gloves and high heeled shoes. We were
each wearing a black discipline hood, that allowed
sight, ball gags, leather collars and ankle cuffs, of
coarse the high heels were locked on too. The two sets
of ankle cuffs were locked together by a small chain as
were the leather collars. Our hands were locked with
handcuffs around the back of the other person. We had
the appearance that we were hugging each other.
To prevent us from lifting our locked hands over
each other heads, the cuffs were connected by a small
chain that ran between our legs. It took us about two
hours to wiggle our way into the living room to
retrieve the key to the handcuffs. It was very
exciting to be bound breast to breast with Jennifer.
Her nipples were always hard and they were caressing
mine all evening. Needless to say our evening ended
with both of us sexually satisfied.
Being tied up by your own hand is exciting but
the only way that you get a better appreciation for the
bondage is to have a little outside stimulation i.e.
dildo, butt plugs, clothespins on the nipple, etc. If
something is being done to you and because of the
bondage you can not make it stop, then the feeling of
restraint AND helplessness is that much more rewarding.
After about a half hour, I was beginning to think
that I had put myself in bondage a little too early.
My crotch was
beginning to complain from all the weight and from the
dildo being constantly pushed in and out and my nipples
were starting to ache from the pinch of the
clothespins. When you are blindfolded, bound and
gagged, time really seems to slow down. When my
grandfather clock sounded in the living room, I knew
that it was 8:00 and Jennifer would be here any minute.
The time seem to drag by. Then the phone rang.
It nearly scared me to death. It rang four times, then
my answering machine started and stated that I was all
tied up at the moment and that I would get back to them
as soon as I could get free. The call was from a girl
named Robin. She was a co-worker of Jennifer's. She
said that Jennifer told her to call her and tell her
(Terri) that she had gotten called away to a meeting in
a nearby city and that she would be over to pick you up
around 7:30 the next morning. I was in a state of
shock. I wanted very badly to rush over to the phone
and explain to Robin my problem. But, I was tied to
good. The struggling only made the bondage that much
more uncomfortable.
The mere thought of spending the next seven hours
or more in this position with a dildo stuck up my
crotch was almost to much to think about. Seven hours
was how long I had to wait before the ice melted and
the key to my wrists cuffs would swing down to my
hands. The other problem was that Jennifer had the
keys to my ankle cuffs and the pump gag (I could always
go out to the front yard to my mailbox or I could cut
the other restraints off). However, all I could do for
now was wait. I was not going anywhere, so I just hung
my head down in defeat. If only
Jennifer would come and release me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
THE INTRUDER AND HER FRIEND
After what seemed like an eternity, I thought I
heard a noise in the other room. It was hard to tell
because of the radio playing. It must have been my
mind playing tricks on me. I then detected a faint
order of perfume. It was a kind that Jennifer always
wears. There was someone in the room with me. I tried
to call out but the gag did it's job of rendering
speech impossible. My heart was racing. It was then I
felt something cold on my breasts, an ice cube, and
someone was gently tugging on the clothespins attached
to my nipples. I desperately tried to get away, but I
was going no where.
It suddenly dawned on me that Jennifer had been
here all the time and that there was more then one
person in the room besides Jennifer because I felt
three hands, one carassing by head, and one each on my
tits. I almost died from humiliation. Suddenly the
coldness on breasts was gone. There was not a sound to
be heard in the room. I strained at my bonds to get
free. If only I was not so damn good at my
self-bondage.
The next sound that I heard was a familiar one.
It was the sound of my suitcase full of bondage gear,
being opened and straps being removed. I thought
Jennifer was going to change my bondage, but no one
touched me. I was dieing with anticipation! I
heard lots of movement in front of me but no one
talked. Next I heard locks being locked and then a
buckle being fastened. I had no earthly idea what was
going on.
It was then I felt a pair of handcuffs being
placed on my wrists and the leather cuffs being
unlocked and removed. It had to be Jennifer, she was
the only other one with the keys to those locks. Then
I felt the ankle cuffs being unlocked and removed.
Finally the leather strap that was attached to my
collar was unfastened. I was then helped me off the
saw horse. When that happened, the dildo dropped from
between my legs. It was very embarrassing to say the
least.
I was then made to kneel on the floor while my
ankles were hobbled with another pair of ankles cuffs
connected by a twelve inch chain. At this point I was
bound with my hands locked behind me, ankles hobbled,
gagged, blindfolded, and still wearing the clothespins
on each nipple.
Suddenly, my blindfold was removed and the sight
before my eyes was unbelievable. Standing before me
bound and gagged, was Jennifer's co-worker Robin. She
was wearing only a 1/2 cup-bra, open crotched lace
panties, garter belt, black seamed stockings and black
knee high leather boots. She was bound with her hands
locked together over her head to an eye bolt in the
ceiling and her legs were spread apart with the three
foot spreader bar. Robin was gagged with a large red
ball-gag and Jennifer was strapping my "Joni's
Butterfly" vibrator tightly to her crotch.
Jennifer was wearing a black leather mini-skirt,
black stockings and garter belt, black leather bustier
that pushed her breast up firm and hard, black leather
gloves, and black patent leather opera pump with five
inch heels. She was quite the dominatrix. She was
holding the controller to Robin's vibrator in one hand
and a long white cigarette in the other.
Jennifer answered my questioning look by stating
that she and Robin had lunch a few weeks ago and the
subject of bondage came up. One thing led to another
and Robin wound up here being bound, and gagged, and
being teased by Jennifer. Robin had stated her
submissive tendencies at that lunch and Jennifer was
glad to show her the ropes. Robin was shaking her head
to all that Jennifer said but just stop and moaned into
her gag as Jennifer turned on the vibrator.
Before Jennifer released me, she completed Robin's
bondage by blindfolding her with a latex sheet and then
attaching a set of metal nipple clamps to Robin's
already swollen nipples. These clamps were connected
by a small chain. Jennifer slowly bent Robin's head
forward and attached the chain to Robin's ball gag.
Since Robin was blinfolded, she didn't know what to
expect. As Robin tried to lift her head, she increased
the tension on her nipples. This forced Robin into
quite the submissive look!. Between the vibrator, and
the nipple clamps, Robin was being kept in quite the
state of sexual arousal.
The rest of the evening was very interesting and
at one point all three of us were bound and gagged on
the bed. Jennifer and I showed Robin all the tricks of
the trade and the vast assortment of bondage equipment,
latex and leather clothes, bondage magazines and videos
that we owned.
That night, Robin got to try on everything,
including the vibrating nipple clamps, discipline hoods
and of course, a butt plug and vibrator or two.
Jennifer and I made sure Robin was properly restrained
and well gagged when we used the vibrating ones. It's
the easiest way to learn. Occasionally, now all three
of us spend a weekend in bondage at the hands of the
other two, or one of us will dominate the other two.
Those adventures are a story all by themselves.
That evening stayed with me for several weeks.
Just thinking about it gets me excited every time.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
BONDAGE FOREVER
One of the things that made the biggest impression
on me about that night was the thought that I might
have had to stay bound, gagged, and blindfolded by my
own hand for a considerable amount of time. The more I
thought about it, the more intriguing the idea came.
What would it be like to be tied up
(comfortably), gagged, and blindfolded for a length of
time say, twelve hours? After a couple of days to
think of a good plan, I decided to give it a try. I
had this up coming weekend free so it was a date for
self-bondage.
The problem that I had to overcome was a way to
ensure that I could get free at the end of a
significant period of time. Ice would not work in this
case because it would have to have been a large ice
cube to ensure that it lasted that long and also there
would be no way to suspend a cube that large from the
ceiling. The idea that I came up with, came
from a bondage magazine that I have. The idea is to
use a wind up alarm clock, the kind that has a big key
to wind up the alarm with. I glued a two inch square
piece of cardboard to the key. This made a large
enough platform to put keys on. When the alarm goes
off, the key falls off the cardboard as the alarm key
turns and unwinds. The alarm can be set for up to
twelve hours before it goes off.
I decided not tell Jennifer about this
self-bondage weekend because I did not want her coming
over and teasing me. I did make sure that she would be
home all weekend in case I had to get a hold of her.
Jennifer and I use special signals to tell each
other that we may in trouble. All I have to do is pick
up the phone and punch the one button call number for
Jennifer. The phone that I have has big numbers and
Jennifer's number has a special knob on it so that
there is no was to mistake where the phone call goes.
This knob is big enough so that I can even dial
Jennifer while bound, gagged, and blindfolded. The way
Jennifer knows I need help is by listening to the touch
tone signals. Any combination of signals would tell
Jennifer that I needed help and to come right over. I
still always make it a point call Jennifer when I
practice a bondage position that would not allow me to
get to the phone, i.e. tied to a chair, bed, or
suspended. The way to continue practicing bondage on
myself is to always ensure I will get free. Better to
be safe to bind another day than be bound and gagged
forever (what a way to go)! As the weekend got closer
and closer, my exciement grew by leaps and
bounds...bound for 12 hours...could I make it through!
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
THE PROCEDURE FOR SELF-BONDAGE
Saturday at noon, it was time to start my
adventure. The first thing I did was to lay out all of
the bondage items that I was going to use. This
included a medium size ball-gag, black leather
discipline hood with locking collar, black leather
wrist cuffs, leather ankle cuffs that were connected by
a twelve inch chain, a four inch wide leather waist
strap, and a new pair of shiny black thigh-high patent
leather boots with five inch spiked heels, and finally,
elbow length black leather gloves. The waist strap had
a small three inch chain attached to the back to which
the wrist cuffs were locked. This would allow some
freedom of movement, but not much.
There were seven keys in all that would be used in
this adventure. One for the ankle cuffs, three for the
wrist cuffs (they were the same key), one for the waist
strap, and two for the leather hood and collar.
Since I did not call Jennifer and tell her my
plans, I thought it a good idea to use another safety.
Saturday morning before I started my fun, I took one of
the keys to my wrist cuffs and also the discipline hood
and placed them on a shelf, waist high out in the
garage. Since I was going to be hooded the whole time,
I had to have someway of guiding myself out to the
garage (I would sure hate to get lost in my own
backyard in the middle of the night). I used a string
to guide me to the right place. I took one end of
a long string and tied it to the side door of the
garage and took the other end and tied it to the
doorknob of my back door, on my back porch. The string
was long enough to lay along the walkway to the garage.
This way, the string would not be visible to my next
door neighbors.
All I would have to do was wait until dark and
then walk off the porch and take hold of the string and
follow the string to the garage to retrieve the keys to
my wrist cuffs and leather hood. I had set a small
alarm to go off a 10:00 p.m. which would signal that
darkness had arrived and that I could make the trip to
the garage if required.
Also that morning, I had brought a step ladder
into my living room, which has a cathedral ceiling. I
then took two alarm clocks (two for safety reasons) and
the keys, and climbed to the ceiling where I had
previously installed two small hooks. I attached an
alarm clock to each hook, wound the clocks and the
alarms, and pulled the alarm switch out. I tested each
alarm four times to ensure that the alarm mechanism
worked and the alarm key turned as it unwound. I then
set the time on each alarm clock for five minutes AFTER
the time the alarm was set to go off. The alarms were
now set to go off at 12:30 a.m. This gave me about
twelve hours of self-imposed bondage fun.
Next I placed one of the keys to my wrist cuffs on
one of the cardboard squares that were attached to
alarm winding key. I then placed the other one along
with the keys to my ankle cuffs, waist strap, and
leather hood on the other square. I did this so that
in case something happened to one alarm clock, the
other one would be a backup. I could always cut the
other restraints off if needed or make my way out to
the garage (it would be much easier with my hands
untied).
I made one last check of the alarm set switches
and carefully climbed back down the ladder. I placed a
towel under each alarm clock to mark where the keys
would fall. Since I was hooded, it might be hard to
tell where the keys fall and bounce to. At least this
way, I have a starting place to look from.
I took the ladder out to the kitchen and placed
the ladder just outside my back door. I then locked
the ladder to the railing of my back porch with a small
chain and combination lock. This evolution prevented
me from even thinking about trying to get the ladder
back into the living room after I had tied myself up.
A combination lock was used because when you are hooded
or blindfolded, you can not work the combination to
open the lock.
Without the ladder the clocks were too high to be
reached, even if my hands were not tied. With my hands
locked behind me, and my ankles hobbled, the feat would
be impossible.
I now turned on the TV in the living room, my stereo
in my bedroom, and set my answering machine to auto. I
also set my alarm clock by my bed for midnight in case
I fell asleep. I did not want to sleep all bound and
gagged all night. I was now all set for the bondage
part of the adventure.
I removed all my clothes and put on the thigh-high
boots and leather gloves. I then decided to spice up
the adventure with some light breast bondage. Since I
did not want to use clothespins on the nipples for over
twelve hours, I decided to use rope instead and fashion
a rope bra.
I picked up a 25 foot section of soft cotton rope
and proceeded to make the rope bra. I wrapped the
cords around each breast and around my back then
secured the whole bra by tying the loose ends up behind
my neck. The rope bra was comfortably restrictive,
making my breasts stand out and nipples hard and erect.
Too bad I would not be able to caress them for the next
twelve hours. I was greatful that Jennifer had
discovered that my tits were large enough to bind.
I decided not to wear panties of any kind because
I would not be able to pull them down to use the
bathroom if I had too. Wetting my pants was not my
idea of fun. I had planned on wearing a pair of white
latex underwear that had little nubs of rubber in the
crotch, otherwise known as "grope panties". These
would have provided stimulation while I was bound and
gagged, but I did not feel like having to wait to use
the bathroom for over twelve hours or use the bathroom
in my panties. The little stimulation that the latex
panties would provide, would not make up for the
discomfort of not being able to go pee.
The discomfort of not being able to use the
bathroom when you need is another form of stimulation
that Jennifer and I have used in our bondage games.
Jennifer has once in a while made me drink several
glasses of water before she ties me up. Then she
leaves me alone for a couple of hours with the sound of
running water nearby. I only have two choices; wait
for Jennifer to untie me or go in my underwear. After
of a couple of hours, I would do anything to use the
bathroom and Jennifer has used that "WILLINGNESS" to
her advantage.
I sat down of the edge of the bed and picked up
the ankle cuffs and locked them on my ankles.
Remember, these cuffs were connected by a twelve inch
hobbling chain. When the ankle cuffs were locked on,
the boots were not coming off. Next I locked the four
inch leather waist belt, to which the wrist cuffs were
attached to, around my waist. The leather was cold to
the touch and the fit was snug to ensure the belt would
not slip. Now for the ball-gag.
I picked up the red colored rubber ball and
leather strap and placed the ball in my mouth, buckling
it firmly but
comfortable behind my head, under my hair. After the
gag was buckled, I moved my head around to ensure that
the gag would not be too restrictive. The fit was fine
and speech was all but impossible.
I made one last look around the room to ensure
things were alright because now I was ready for the
leather hood, which would cut off all sight, further
dampen any noise made through the gag, and restrict my
hearing. It was now 12:15 p.m. in the afternoon.
I picked up the hood and unzipped it and placed it over
my head. The smell of leather was overwhelming as I
zipped the hood shut. The hood became like a second
skin. The only holes in this hood were around the nose
to allow for easy breathing. There were two soft
leather patches that were attached on the inside of the
hood that comfortably pressed my eyes shut.
Before I locked the hood on, I again moved my head
around getting use to the feeling of the tight hood. I
would not want the hood to be so irritating to the
point that the bondage would be a torture for twelve
hours.
I laid back on the bed and relaxed for a moment.
The smell of the leather and the restriction of the
breast bondage was having an over whelming effect on
me. I was getting extremely excited and I knew that if
I did not hurry and finish my bondage, this building
feeling would be taken away by my own caressing gloved
hands, which were slowly rubbing my hard nipples.
I sat up and brought the ends of the leather
collar that were attached to the hood, behind my neck
and buckled the hasp through the zipper. I then
reached down and got the lock that was lying beside me
and proceeded to lock the hood on. The hood was not
coming off without the key. Before I could change my
mind, I reached my arms and wrists around behind me and
locked the wrist cuffs securely on. The job was done.
All I could do was wait for the alarms to go off or
darkness to come.
CHAPTER THIRTY
THE FEELING OF DARKNESS
I laid there for a moment getting use to my
bondage. All I could sense was the darkness, silence,
and the fullness in my mouth. The smell of the leather
hood was very arousing. My eyes could open but to no
purpose. I felt the softness of the leather pads and
knew that until the leather hood was removed, I would
see nothing-no light, no people, no hope for release.
I tried moving around a little bit and found out
that my bondage was a little more restrictive than I
had first
anticipated, but it was still fairly comfortable. My
fingers felt for the locks about my wrists, without the
key, escape was impossible. What had I done to myself
this time!.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
PLANS
I had my day all planned out. The first thing
that I wanted to do was to walk around the house to get
the feel for moving around semi-restrained and
blindfolded.
I very carefully got off the bed and felt my way
into the bathroom. I wanted to make sure that I could
use the toilet if I had to later in the day.
Once I got to the bathroom, I felt my way over to
the toilet. As luck would have it, the lid was not
raised. You would be surprised how hard it is to lift
the lid of the toilet with your hands locked behind
you, especially when they are locked to you waist.
I had to very carefully bend backwards to reach
the lid. However, every time I got a hold of the lid
and tried to lift it up, it would slip from my gloved
hand. I finally got the lid up by moving to one side
and trying it again.
After the lid was up, I very carefully tried to
sit down on the toilet. But, the thigh-high leather
boots that I was wearing were not very flexible,
something about new patent leather. They were almost a
bondage by themselves (I guess that's why I always
choose to wear them for my bondage fun). With my
ankles hobbled by the twelve inch chain, and the boots
having five inch heels, and the floor made of tile,
sitting down without being able to see what you are
doing or having your arms for balance, was quite an
adventure. However, with some patients, I was able to
accomplish such an easy task. Once I figured out that
I could use the bathroom when I needed (assuming I
found it again), I continued on my slow tour of the
house.
One would think that after being in a house for
over four years, one could remember where things were
located such as doors, chairs, and closets. However,
when you do not have the full use of your senses
(sight, sound, and touch), the house can seem like a
giant maze. The discipline hood that I wore was doing
an excellent job of keeping me disoriented and because
of the hobbling chain on my ankles and the very high
heels, I had to take very small steps. This makes the
distance between rooms seem like miles.
I continued my tour at a very slow rate, moving
from room to room, trying to remember and feel where
each object was. I had to stop and catch my breath
often due to the hood and ball-gag. I did not want to
lose my balance, so the going was kept at a snails
pace.
I moved from the bedroom to the hallway down to my
other spare bedroom, and then into the kitchen. I could
tell that I was in the kitchen by the different floor.
It was wood, where as the rest of my house was carpet.
I had to be very careful on the slick wood floor. The
boots were very slippery with such high pointed heels
and I knew that if I fell, I would have a hell of a
time trying to get back up on this floor.
I walked over to the back door and verified the
door was locked. I then moved from the kitchen into
the dining room and then finally into the living room.
I very carefully made my way over to the sofa and
sat down to rest. I was exhausted. I did not know how
long it had taken me to reach the living room (when
your bound, gagged, and blindfolded, time seems to
stand still). My grandfather clock in the hallway
sounded telling me that it was 1:30 in the afternoon.
It had taken me over an hour to make the trip. My poor
feet felt like it was all day. They were not very
accustomed to wearing such high heels for long periods
of time.
I always tie myself up in very high heels or boots
but I normally do not walk around in them that much.
The high heels serve as a special bondage all by
themselves.
While I was sitting on the sofa, I noticed that I
was getting warmer by the minute. It was then that I
realized that I had forgotten to pull the drapes closed
that hung on my huge picture window in the front of the
living room and that the sun was shinning in. What
also hit me was the fact that the two alarm clocks that
held my keys to freedom were hung on a hook almost
directly in front of the picture window. Since my
overhead lights were on timers for the better part of
the evening, I either had to stay out of the living
room all night or take the chance of being seen (it
would be very interesting to have the police or
somebody arrive at my door thinking that I was in some
sort of trouble). I knew that I would be unable
to close the drapes with my hands locked behind me
because the drape cord is located up near the top of
the window. Therefore, I was stuck with the drapes
open for everyone to look in.
Something else that I noticed while sitting on the
sofa, was that I could not hear the ticking of the
alarm clocks. The discipline hood muffled all incoming
sounds. I knew they were ticking when I set then
earlier that morning but, being bound and gagged by
yourself, waiting for an alarm clock to give you
freedom, your mind starts to play tricks on you. But
what could I do now! If the alarms do not go off, I
can always try and make my way out to the garage after
darkness set in, or as a last resort I could call
Jennifer and she could come over and help me. The help
from Jennifer would not go unrepaid. Jennifer has a
very inventing mind when it comes to pay backs dealing
with bondage.
After resting a while, I decided to make my way
back to my bedroom so I could listen to the muffled
sounds of the stereo and rest on the bed. Again the
walk was slow and the restrictions on my arm were
starting to take its toll on my muscles.
Not being able to move certain parts of your body
for any length of time can be a torture within itself.
The stiffness in my jaw was the worse. I had not
thought that a medium size rubber ball would be that
bad as a gag, but after a few hours, the size of the
ball seemed to be getting bigger. I came to the
conclusion that even a small ball would have been too
much. Oh well, maybe next time.
For the rest of the afternoon and evening, I just
laid around on the bed listening to my stereo.
Occasionally, I would make my way to the bathroom but
that was about all the excitement that I could come
with. Bondage is that kind of adventure that requires
you to give up a lot, especially self-bondage.
I did not get too may phone calls that day. The
ones that I did really scared me because I was not
expecting them. The call were just some of my friends
calling to see if I was home. Little did they know
just how HOME I really was. I was not going anywhere
for sometime.
I thought about trying to pick up the phone during
one of the calls and try and see if I could get a
message across that I needed help, but I quickly ruled
that out. I did not want anyone to think that I was
really in trouble and call the police or something.
That encounter would be very humiliating and anyway,
how would I tell them where the keys were. The
discipline hood was locked on and I was gagged
underneath.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
THE RELEASE
As the night wore on, I was beginning to wish that
I had used some sort of outside stimulus such as a
vibrator or butt plug. I realized that if I had worn
such items, going to the bathroom would have been very
difficult, but I needed something to push me over the
edge of orgasm. Tied the way that I was, prevented me
from touching myself in all the right places and the
sexual frustration was building. So I laid back on the
bed and waited.
While I was lying there on the bed, I rolled over
on my stomach and brought my ankles up to my wrist in
the hogtie fashion (this was hard to do with the boots
on). The hogtie is my favorite bondage position. As I
laid there on the bed in a mock hogtie, my bound
breasts were being crushed beneath my body. The
feeling was wonderful. The breast bondage had done
it's job. The coils of rope around my breast had made
my breast very sensitive and the harder I struggled,
the better they felt. I could feel my sexual release
building. I yelled into my gag, but no one heard me.
It did not matter. The first wave of orgasm hit. It
took my breath away. Then the second wave hit me, I
was in heaven.
Somewhere during the second orgasm, I must have
fell asleep because I awoke to the sound of my alarm
clock going off. It was the alarm that I had set to go
off at midnight. I must have slept through my other
small alarm that I had set to go off at 10:00 p.m.
This meant that I had only thirty minutes to wait
before I would be able to get free (assuming that the
other two alarm clocks worked). I woke up very stiff
and sore. My jaw hurt from the ball-gag and my
shoulders ached from the bondage. I would say that I
have learned a greater appreciation for bondage and
restraints. My body was going to need a long rest
before I try this again.
I now had to make my way back into the living
room. I wanted to be there when the alarms went off so
that I knew the keys had fallen to the floor. If I was
not there, I would never know if they fell and I would
have to try and find the keys. It's easier to find
something when you know its there, than if you are not
sure. For all I knew, I would be looking for nothing.
That would mean a long trip out to the garage and I do
not think that my poor feet would stand the trip. I
would be glad to get out of these high-heeled boots.
The walk back to the living room was again slow
but was made without incident. I arrived in the room
just as the alarms were going off. Hopefully the timer
for my lights was working and the living room light
were off. If not, I would be quite a site in front of
the window. Now I only hoped that the keys had fallen
to the floor.
I must have searched the floor for forever. It's
hard to search when you can not move your hands very
far at one time and when you can not feel the floor
because of the leather gloves. I found a couple of the
keys right away but, none were the one that I needed to
unlock the wrist cuffs.
Finally, I found the key to my cuffs and unlocked
them. I then had to relocate the other keys to unlock
my leather hood and ankle cuffs. When these were
unlocked, I removed the hood and the ball-gag and then
I removed the leather boots. I was exhausted because I
must have fallen asleep right there on the floor. I
had even forgotten to remove the rope breast bondage.
After a couple of hours of rest, I removed the breast
bondage and picked up my stuff and took a nice long
bath to relax my sore muscles.
Sunday morning, the next day, I called Jennifer
and told what I had done and she said that she was
impressed with my adventure. She came over later that
evening and I showed her my setup and explained all the
steps that I went through. I even tied Jennifer up the
same way that I had tied myself up the night before.
She wanted to try and walk around the room all bound
and gag the way that I was. I however, added one
additional piece of bondage gear to her already bound
body. In addition to the rope halter bra that she
wore, I added wooden clothes pins to her nipples. I
told her that to get them off she had to travel to
living room where I would be waiting for her. Jennifer
just moaned behind her hood. What could she do!
When she got to the living room, after two wrong
turns and two slaps on the ass to get going in the
right direction, Jennifer arrived at the place that I
told her be. Of course, I released her, but not before
letting her wonder around the living room for a few
minutes. I didn't say anything to her; I wanted to let
her experience the isolation that the leather hood
provides.
Jennifer slowly made her way around to the sofa
where I was sitting. As she approched, I reached out
and grabbed the clothespins and held on. Jennifer
stopped in her tracks and only whinned. I could see
that see was becoming aroused, as the inside of her
thighs were wet, but not from sweat!.
After awhile of this kind of teasing, I unloced
her wrists and the hood. I let her take the
clothespins off her nipples and remove the ball gag.
All she could do was smile at mean. I knew that look.
I was going to pay for my teasing. but when who knows.
Jennifer's mind works in strange ways.
When she had rested, Jennifer lit up a cigarette
and we both had a glass of wine and we began to make
plans for our next bondage adventure and think up new
games that would take us to new heights of bondage fun.
Games I'm sure that will greatly bring out the
submissiveness in me!
TO BE CONTINUED...