For this afternoon's adventure, Monica 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 front yard 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 Monica 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 Monica'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 Monica was going to use to lock her high heels on her feet. I was going to wear high heeled boots.
Monica 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 Monica'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 Monica 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 Monica 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 Monica 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 its 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 tying 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, Monica 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 Monica's tanned thighs. The mini skirt didn't cover the top of her stockings and I could see where the garters were attached. Monica did not wear a blouse, so she was nude from the waist up.
I chose to wear my black boned corset
that required Monica's help to lace up. Attached to the corset, were six garters to which I attached a pair of black stockings. When the corset was tightly laced, it gave me an hourglass shape and its 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 Monica'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 Monica 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.)
The first thing that Monica did when she got to the room was to lock her high heel 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 Monica 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 Monica 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 our 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 Monica 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 Monica 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 Monica, 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 Monica 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. Monica 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. Monica'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. Monica 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 Monica 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. Monica 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. Monica 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 Monica 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 ankle cuffs and hobbles for about six or seven hours. It would just depend on when Monica and I could make that long trip around to the front yard to get the house key that was sitting in my mailbox.
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 backup 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.
Monica 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 breasts 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 Monica 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, Monica moves, and we both pay for it.
