It's been a while since I've written anything. For fans of "Sarah's Spring Break Selfbondage," I haven't given up on that by any means, but as a writer, sometimes it just hasn't come to you yet. Hopefully those who have read my previous work, or are new to my work, enjoy this sample below.
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Emily was a 22-year-old girl from Missouri. She lived on a farm with her parents and found very few thrills living in the middle of nowhere. Sometimes she would get dragged with her parents to see a semi-pro baseball game or go shooting at the nearby range, but neither did it for her. She would find herself leaning on her arm and gazing wistfully out the window at the endless rows of corn near the red-painted barn.
Her friend Eduardo was in the police department in the nearby small town. He would often come to visit, sometimes playing cops and robbers with Emily, using his real, police-issue handcuffs on her. She felt the slightest thrill from being held prisoner as the cuffs clicked closed around her wrists. She secretly wanted to live out this fantasy of being a real prisoner on her own.
Emily loved the damsel in distress fantasy. Sometimes she would sometimes tie her feet together with a long towel and "borrow" Eduardo's handcuffs to tie herself up and throw away the key. Of course with her parents around, that often just meant leaving it on the floor some distance away from her. She would pretend she was left there by her captor and then miraculously found the key, as if they merely forgot. She was desperate for something more intense.
She had gotten a set of iron shackles off eBay for a week's pay. It was expensive to her, but it was also like paying for a vacation she could go on whenever she pleased. She would lock on the tight-fitting cuffs around her wrists and ankles and walk around her room, dragging the chains against the wood floor. She would loop the shackles around a leg of her bed and cuff her ankles, making her feel like a slave girl.
Emily put on a blue farmgirl dress and walked barefoot to the barn, feeling every cool, dew-soaked blade of grass. She briskly walked out to the barn carrying her chains and wearing only her blue farmgirl dress. She had no underwear on underneath so she could feel what it was like to be kept as a slave without even that luxury. The chains clinked together as she carried them toward the barn with one hand with the keys in the other. It was one of those cool days that signaled the end of summer and the advent of fall, with the warm sun and cool breeze that often accompanied it. You could still get away with short sleeves before the air became crisp. She knew this would allow her bondage to have an extra bit of sensation to it: the warmth of the sun permitting her to wear only her farmgirl dress, and the cool breeze coming in to make it just slightly uncomfortable while chained. She imagined the shackles becoming colder and feeling more unforgiving as she sat there chained hand and foot.
Emily crossed the open threshold of the barn, stepping barefoot onto some hay she had strewn about. She set the cuffs down to her right and contemplated how she would tie herself up. She sat down on the hay and opened up one of the ankle shackles. She placed her left ankle in one shackle and closed it, padlocking it shut. She tried sliding the cuff up and down her ankle but it held tightly to her delicate, pale skin. She knew it would leave a mark, but for her she would not have it be loose at all to preserve the fantasy of being held in unforgiving bondage. She placed her right ankle in the other cuffed and locked it like so.
She pulled on the old, heavy chain connecting her ankles, lifting her feet into the air. She set them down, then picked up the intimidating wrist shackles. She locked one around her right wrist, clicking the padlock shut. She quickly glanced down to make sure the ring of keys was still there. She imagined the helpless terror of being shackled hand and foot to some post in the barn with the cold breeze coming in and nobody to hear you scream until your throat bled. Yet at the same time it was enthralling to the 22-year-old Emily.
She checked behind her and saw the rusty eyelet and heavy padlock hanging from it with the hasp open. She twisted to her left and pulled the ankle shackle chain behind her, scooting back on her knees until the chain could reach the padlock. She pulled the chain up until it could hang in the hasp without locking it in place. The chain was taut enough to only allow her knees to rest on the hard floor.
She out her right hand and let the open shackle dangle in front of her, taking in the full terror of what she was about to put herself through. She swung her right arm behind her and felt for the padlock hasp and ran the chain for the wrist shackles through it. Feeling around, her thumbs found the top of the steel hasp and forced it closed. Click. Her right wrist and her ankles were secured to the immovable steel eyelet. The left wrist shackle invitingly awaited her last free limb.
CJ took the keys with her free hand and dropped them almost arbitrarily in front of her. She put them in front of her knees so she could reach them when the bondage adventure had run its course. She would not gag herself in case she really did need to scream til her throat bled.
A chill ran through her body. She knew the next step was potentially the point of no return. She picked up the last padlock and slowly reached behind her and grabbed hold of the open shackle. She turned her head so she could see her work. She placed her left wrist in the shackle and threaded the padlock hasp through the holes. She inhaled deeply before rotating the hasp around and pushing it down slightly into the padlock hole. The padlock hesitated before locking the hasp in like normal, but it was if it was calling for Emily to back out of this extremely dangerous situation.
Nevertheless, the girl closed her eyes, took another, deeper breath, and pushed closed the padlock. Click. She relaxed her muscles and her body fell forward. The steel held her wrists and pulled her arms back. She tried scooting forward but immediately the ankle chains became taut and held her feet down. She straightened her back to minimize the strain on her wrists and exhaled, as if becoming totally helpless completely relaxed her whole body.
She moaned to herself. A cool breeze came through the open barn door and permeated her thin, blue dress. The sensation she felt with the wind coming up her dress was something else. She bit her lip as she decided to test her bonds, struggling a bit against the medieval steel, but they held tight against her delicate skin. The shackles around her ankles were tight but luckily not chafing. She resembled a barefoot slave girl ready for auction. She hung her head down, resigning herself to her inescapable bondage. She felt for the thick padlocks and pulled on them, making sure each one was locked tight.
Her reddish-brown hair fell down on her shoulders and over her cleavage. She had contemplated a blindfold before, but she wanted to be able to see the keys--
Her thoughts stopped dead in their tracks as Emily looked down in front of her and saw the ring of keys about a foot from her knees. She struggled and tried to bend down and see how close she could bring her face to them. She tried scooting forward with her knees, as if she could entrap the keys underneath them, but the result was the same: the keys were completely out of reach.
"No...!" she exclaimed, realizing her mistake. No matter how much she struggled, her body would not move an inch forward. She grunted and clenched her teeth, trying to pull at the chains, hoping for a weak link. She turned around and tried pulling on the padlocks she knew were securely locked. She tried pulling on the eyelet that the main padlock was attached to, but it remained anchored by the four bolts that held it to a support beam. She even tried twisting the heads of the bolts with her bare fingers, only to hurt herself. She thrashed and rattled the chains, pulling with all four limbs but the locks held. Emily bowed her head and started to cry.
"No, no! They can't find me like this!" she said of her parents who were away.
To be continued...