Part 1
Tom had decided to come back to university early, under the façade of revision. What he actually planned to whilst alone in the student house was to have his first self bondage experience. He had been planning it for days and had finally decided, after much deliberation that he tie himself spread-eagle. He had bought some ankle restraints online and had decided to tie his ankles apart and connect them to the bed frame. He would tie one hand to the top left hand corner of the bed and handcuff his other hand at the top right hand corner. Then all he could do was wait. The ice would melt and the key would set him free. The day was March 2nd.
He ate heartedly that day and felt the piercing sunlight upon his face through the window. All the rope, restraints and handcuffs lay on the bed. The bottle with the key cooled nicely in the freezer, the water slowly turning to ice. He was excited, who wouldn’t be, for he would be doing what he had been wanting to do for years.
The night came.
He took the cold bottle out of the freezer, a long tall bottle that in it’s previous life has housed cordial orange. The key was at the bottom, a mountain of ice on top. He smiled as he took it out the freezer. He walked upstairs and placed it at the side of his bed. He reckoned that he could untie the rope with one hand whilst he was tied, then he could pick up the water bottle, drink it and get the key when the ice had frozen. He hadn’t tried it out yet but hey, it was a sure fire hit, had to be.
He locked his ankles into place, one at one side, the other at another. The sun was fading now and the night came in. He had turned the heating on, the ice would melt quicker was his thinking.
He tied his wrist with soft rope and tied it to the top left hand corner. He felt the soft rope dig into his wrist and admired the pain. He took his other wrist and handcuffed himself to the other side. Then he waited.
It was then, whilst waiting that he saw the web above him.
Then he saw the spider in the distance. He saw the dot of red on it’s back.
“No.” Tom whispered.
He knew what sort of spider it was, had read about it before.
It was a black widow spider, one of the most dangerous spiders in the world.
To be continued.