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 Monica 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. Monica's car failed to start one night and I had tied myself up on the bed in a tight hogtie. When Monica 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. Monica 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 Monica 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 aleather 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. Monica 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 Monica 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 Monica 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. (Monica had her own key.) I then turned on the radio to keep me entertained while I waited for Monica 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 positioned 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 forgotten 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 wrist. That was it. All I could do was wait for Monica to free me or for the ice to melt and the key to swing down allowing me to free myself. Again, I was getting too 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.
Monica 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 Monica is no longer able to free me. For instance, one time, Monica 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 course 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's 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 Monica. 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 Monica would be here any minute.
The time seemed 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 Brenda. She was a co-worker of Monica's. She said that Monica 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 Brenda my problem. But, I was tied too 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 Monica 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 Monica would come and release me.
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 odor of perfume. It was a kind that Monica always wears. There was someone in the room with me. I tried to call out but the gag did its 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 nowhere.
It suddenly dawned on me that Monica had been here all the time and that there was more then one person in the room besides Monica, because I felt three hands, one caressing my head, and one each on my tits. I almost died from humiliation. Suddenly the coldness on my 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 Monica was going to change my bondage, but no one touched me. I was dying 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 Monica, 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 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 Monica's co-worker Brenda. 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 eyebolt in the ceiling, and her legs were spread apart with the three-foot spreader bar. Brenda was gagged with a large red ball-gag, and Monica was strapping my "Joni's Butterfly" vibrator tightly to her crotch.
Monica was wearing a black leather mini skirt, black stockings and garter belt, black leather bustier that pushed her breasts 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 Brenda's vibrator in one hand, and a long white cigarette in the other.
Monica answered my questioning look by stating that she and Brenda had lunch a few weeks ago and the subject of bondage came up. One thing led to another and Brenda wound up here being bound, and gagged, and being teased by Monica. Brenda had stated her submissive tendencies at that lunch and Monica was glad to show her the ropes. Brenda was shaking her head to all that Monica said but just stopped and moaned into her gag as Monica turned on the vibrator.
Before Monica released me, she completed Brenda's bondage by blindfolding her with a latex sheet and then attaching a set of metal nipple clamps to Brenda's already swollen nipples. These clamps were connected by a small chain. Monica slowly bent Brenda's head forward and attached the chain to Brenda's ball gag. Since Brenda was blindfolded, she didn't know what to expect. As Brenda tried to lift her head, she increased the tension on her nipples. This forced Brenda into quite the submissive look!. Between the vibrator, and the nipple clamps, Brenda 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. Monica and I showed Brenda 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, Brenda got to try on everything, including the vibrating nipple clamps, discipline hoods and of course, a butt plug and vibrator or two. Monica and I made sure Brenda 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.
