Subject: THC: The Adventures of Terri And Jennifer(ff/bd) Ch.1 1/5
Date: Wed, 29 May 96 02:00:56 -0700
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ADVENTURE 1 1/5
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
ADVENTURE 1 2/5
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THE ADVENTURE
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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.
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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 lessened 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 irritation. 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!
ADVENTURE 1 4/5
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.
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, THEN THE WAIT!
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.
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, with my latex
corset still locked on. Remember, I still would have to wait until
Monday Morning to get to my office before I would be able to unlock and
remove the corset. 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!).
.......THE ADVENTURE CONTINUES...STAY TUNED...
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ADVENTURE 2 1/3
CHAPTER SIX
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 SEVEN
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.
ADVENTURE 2 2/3
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 EIGHT
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.
ADVENTURE 2 3/3
"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.
To be continued............
ADVENTURE 3 1/3
This is the third installment of the TERRI and JENNIFER
adventures. In this installment, Terri and Jennifer discover the
fun that two females can have with bondage. Terri introduces
Jennifer the fine art of restraint, dressing for pleasure, and the
erotic denial that bondage can bring.
CHAPTER NINE
JENNIFER
It seemed like a long time lying there all bound and gagged.
My mind was racing with the endless possibilities that could occur
this evening. I was very excited 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 wives very jealous. 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 equestrian gear, riding boots, and gloves.
Jennifer 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 lives
and different fantasies. We have even had a few lesbian encounters
from time to time but just for fun and excitement and nothing long
term. We both valued the friendship of each other including the
touch of each other hands. However, we both considered ourselves
heterosexual 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 across 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 TEN
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.
ADVENTURE 3 2/3
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 ELEVEN
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,
caused her tits to stand out straight and made her nipples hard.
I couldn't resist the urge to "tweek" them with my fingers.
Jennifer just closed her eyes 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 TWELVE
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 caressed 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 juices. 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
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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 movements 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 jelly 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
electricians 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.
TO BE CONTINUED.......
ADVENTURE 4 1/2
In this installment, Jennifer is released from her tight
bondage and places Terri in strict rope bondage.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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 whines 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 excitement 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 slept, 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 FOURTEEN
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.
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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 luckier 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.
TO BE CONTINUED......
In the next installment, TERRI and JENNIFER tie themselves up
for an afternoon of fun...see how they keep themselves from leaving
the guestroom until the right time...their poor nipples!!!
ADVENTURE 5 1/3
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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 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 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 SIXTEEN
THE EVENT
ADVENTURE 5 2/3
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 SEVENTEEN
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.
ADVENTURE 5 3/3
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.
TO BE CONTINUED.......
In the next installment...we find out how Terri and Jennifer
get along in their self-bondage and if their nipples hold
out...We also will see what it is like to make a long slow walk
hobbled and heeled.
ADVENTURE 6 1/2
The is the 6th installment of the TERRI and JENNIFER adventures.
In this installment, Terri and Jennifer find out just how good they
have tied themselves
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
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 NINETEEN
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 her payback for
moving me around back in the guest room. The tough part was
over.
ADVENTURE 6 2/2
Once my nipple 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
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 gray 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.
TO BE CONTINUED......
In the next installment...we see some of the bondage games
that the two girls can come up with and the submissiveness of
Terri to Jennifer's wishes. .
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ADVENTURE 7 1/3
This is the 7th installment of the adventures of Terri and
Jennifer. In this installment, Terri and Jennifer describe some of
the bondage games that the two beauties play.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
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-TWO
A BIRTHDAY TO REMEMBER
ADVENTURE 7 2/3
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.
TO BE CONTINUED.........
In the next installment, we lean about the game of solo-
bondage and the wild night in store for Terri...
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ADVENTURE 8 1/2
This is part 8th installment of the adventures of Terri an
Jennifer. In this installment, Terri is describing to us the
second game that her and Jennifer Play.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
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-FOUR
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-FIVE
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.
TO BE CONTINUED........
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ADVENTURE 9 1/2
This is the 9th installment to the adventures of Terri and
Jennifer. Will Terri get out of her bondage...
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
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 caressing my 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 blindfolded, 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-SEVEN
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.
ADVENTURE 9 2/2
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 excitement grew by leaps and bounds...bound for 12
hours...could I make it through!
TO BE CONTINUED.........
In the next installment we see how Terri places herself in
bondage for 12 hours...we see what it is like to wear a hood for
such a long time period so stay tuned...!
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ADVENTURE 10 1/2
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
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 some way 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 grateful 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.
ADVENTURE 10 2/2
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 overwhelming 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 TWENTY-NINE
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!.
TO BE CONTINUED.........
In the next installment, we will go with Terri as she
continues to have fun in the leather hood and boots....
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ADVENTURE 11 1/2
This is the 11th installment of the Terri and Jennifer
adventures. In this installment we send the day with Terri in her
self imposed bondage of boots, leather hood, and gloves. Can she
make it for 12 hours of BONDAGE!
CHAPTER THIRTY
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 un-repaid. 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.
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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-ONE
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 approached, I reached out and grabbed the
clothespins and held on. Jennifer stopped in her tracks and only
whined. 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 unlocked 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...
In the next installment...we learn more about other games that
Terri and Jennifer continue to play. Terri learns what a bondage
model goes thru at the hands of a female bondage
photogrpher...NOTE: These installments are still under development
and are not released yet.