Terry and Jennifer from 1998 newsgroup

Postby samuria » Tue Jun 10, 2008 4:27 pm

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

THE ADVENTURE

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. 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 lessend 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 irritaion. 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!

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.


CHAPTER FOUR

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


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.


CHAPTER SIX

THE LONG LONG WAIT

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. I would still
have to wait until Monday to get the key to my locking
latex leotard. 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!).


CHAPTER SEVEN

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 EIGHT

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.

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 NINE

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.

"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.


CHAPTER TEN

JENNIFER




It seemed like a long time lying there all bound
and gagged. My mind was racing with the endless
possibilties that could occur this evening. I was very
excieted 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 wifes very jelous. 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 equesterain gear, riding
boots, and gloves. Jennfier 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 lifes and different fantasies. We
have even had a few lesbian encounters from time to
time but just for fun and excietment and nothing long
term. We both valued the friendship of each other
including the touch of each other hands. However, we
both considered ourselves hetrosexual 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
accross 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 ELEVEN

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.

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 TWELVE

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,
gart