My second story, I will finish my first soon but I wanted to write this one whilst the idea was still in my head. This is a completely fictional story (Unfortunately) except for the character called Ric who is an accurate representation of myself.
It was a bright and sunny Saturday in July, and even though I live in England it was a lovely 27 degrees (Celsius) a perfect temperature. It wasn't too warm or too cold and I was extremely excited about what was to come. My nine year old sister was at her friend's house so she was out of the way, my 17 year old brother was staying over at his girlfriend's and my mom and dad were going to be taking my dog to the vets for a procedure of some sort which would take anything between three and half to five hours depending how busy it was and how well my dog behaved so I was betting on them being out for at least four hours. My plan was to put my dog's old crate to good use and do a little self-bondage. I am five foot nine inches tall, I have a blonde mop and I am skinny.
"Are you sure you'll be okay on your own Ric?" asked my mom whilst my dad took Barney, our Bernese Mountain dog, out into our car. Barney was too big for his crate and had been for a long time so he just went in the boot of the car which fortunately was large.
"I'll be fine Mom, I might go to a friend's house some point," I answered.
"Okay, see you later," she said and left.
I waited ten minutes before putting my plan into action, this was to ensure my Mom and Dad weren't coming back for any reason. First I scrawled a note on a piece of paper and stuck it on the front door, it said that I have gone to a friend's house and that I wouldn't be back until around 8pm that night, which meant I had 7hrs before I was supposed to return. I then went up into my room and grabbed my old school back out from its hiding place under my bed, it contained all my gear, a dog collar that I had dropped into my Mom's shopping without her realising and I had removed again before she emptied that shopping, a good tactic I thought as she had paid for it without realising. The bag also contained handcuffs, mittens wrapped in duct tape which created cheap leather mitten-like replacements (I had decorated these with fabric and plastic claws to make my hands become paws), a ball gag, a blindfold, a belt that had many straps and a tail, a leash that used to belong to Barney as well as a dog bowl that used also used to be Barney's. The bag contained a few other things that I would be using as well. I took all of this in the bag down to the garage which I opened with my key, only me and my dad had a key. I dumped the bag on the floor before pulling Barney's old crate from the corner of the garage over to the space underneath my dad's workbench. I pushed it underneath with the entrance facing out, I then turned my attention to concealing the crate, I grabbed old rags and shirts that my dad uses to clean things with and piled them up on top of the crate arranging them so that the crate was completely submerged in the pile except for the entrance which was open. Above this on the workbench I placed a blanket on which I placed more rags and I tied string to the corners of the blanket so I could pull it down with the rags to conceal the front of the crate. Now that was done it was time to turn my attention to myself. (I imagine the crate to look like this but metal and with a few modifications to allow for padlocking of the crate,
http://flyingwithadog.com/wp-content/up ... -crate.jpg, under a workbench like this,http://www.harborfreight.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/i/m/image_20328.jpg, with the bottom shelf higher up).
I locked the door of the garage and placed my key on the workbench before opening my bag, light from the few windows was enough for me too see what I was doing, just about. I stripped all my clothes off except for my boxer shorts and dumped them behind the pile of rags that concealed the crate. I put the dog collar on first, I buckled it tightly with the O-ring at the front, then I padlocked the two D-rings on the back of the collar together to prevent it from coming off even if I undid the buckle. Then I tied a length of rope, the length from my foot to my shoulder, to my ankle in a noose/cinch knot which I pulled tight around my ankle and I did the same to the other ankle leaving the ends loose. I then took one of the socks I had just removed and folded it before stuffing it into my mouth, then I took the ball gag from my bag and pushed it into my mouth before buckling and locking it (I imagine it to be something like this,
http://www.dhresource.com/albu_26046776 ... buckle.jpg). I could now make little more than an inaudible mmph and I was drooling a little at all times, just like a real dog! (I have always fantasized about being a human pet, specifically a dog). I took a roll of tape from in my bag and taped over my gag a lump at the ball, next I taped around my head again and again until only my nostrils and eyes were exposed. I then attached the leash to the workbench leg and then clipped it onto my collar's O-ring to allow myself to feel more dog like whilst I prepared the rest of my scene.
First of all I took the belt from my bag, I stepped through the leg straps and pulled my arms through the shoulder straps before tightly buckling the belt just below my waistline, causing my tail to hang over my butt but look like it started just above not halfway up my body. I then took the handcuffs out and locked them tightly on my wrists, then I took what I would need out of my bag, including a small plastic food bag which contained the keys to all my locks and cuffs, before chucking the now practically empty bag into the corner. Next I took the ends of the rope and prepared a cinch knot on the loose end of each length. Then I attached two knee pads to prevent injury and then I got down on my hands and knees. Then I went to the bag of the rag pile, stretching my leash to its fullest and then I cocked my leg and peed up the pile of rags, I wanted my experience to be the best it could and I was sparing no expense. My wee smelt strongly unfortunately for me, once I was finished I returned to where my leas was tied and undid it before unclipping it from my collar and reaching into the crate and retying it to one of the gaps on the side of the crate. I then took my four remaining padlocks and hooked them through the hoops designed especially for additional locks. Then I took my mittens and placed them in front of the crate, finally I put my wrists through the cinch knots I had made earlier and pulled them tight.
To sum up my current position, I was forced to stay on all fours, the highest I could get was a low begging position and no higher, my wrists could get no more 15cm apart due to the handcuffs, I could make practically no noise due to my gag, my belt gave me a tail and my mittens would soon provide me with nearly no use of my hands reducing them to nothing but paws.
I began to back into my crate taking the bag of keys with me, once my feet were at the back I tucked my knees under my stomach to fit myself in with enough room at the front of the cage for me to lock it. I grabbed my mittens and blindfold (
http://stockroom.com/common/images/prod ... 1/C741.jpg) from outside of the cage and pulled them in before placing the end of the string that was tied to the blanket above me just in front of the cage. I put the bag of keys down in front of the cage and tried to close it but the bottom of the mesh caught on the bag. Without thinking I tossed the bag away, much further away from the cage than I had intended, I had to lean out of the cage to get my finger tips to them but I didn't realise this because I was so excited about being in the crate. Without realising my mistake I closed the cage door and bolted it shut by sticking my fingers out, through the gaps in the mesh, I then snapped the black plastic that covered the bolt into place. Next I looped the first padlock, the first of four this one was near the top of the exit, through the first loop on the cage's front and clicked it down. Without even realising, I had just locked myself into the metal crate and prevented almost any chance that I could release myself, I could if I tried extremely hard probably bend the mesh enough for me to be able to reach the keys though.
I moved onto the next lock, which was situated just above the middle of the crate, I looped it through again and clicked it shut, this padlock was one of two high security padlocks that I had 'borrowed' from my Dad's old safe, there was no chance of opening it without both of the required keys. The next lock down was just below the middle of the crate and was the second high security padlock, I had positioned the lock in this way specifically to prevent escape as the two weaker locks supported the bottom and top of the mesh to prevent me bending the mesh and the two high security padlocks were there to stop me from bending the mesh enough to reach/get out. I had only taken this precaution because I had seen Barney use his paws to bend a crate door down when he got them onto a slightly bent section. I knew I was no where near as strong as Barney and this crate's door was twice as thick and no where near as old as the other crate but I wanted to make sure I had absolutely no option but the keys which, even though I hadn't realised, were also no longer an option. I locked the second high security lock with a loud clunk which I had not heard from the other high security lock, I tried to wiggle the metal arch a little and I could not but I could wiggle the other lock's arch. I ignored it and assumed that it was fine and nothing was wrong, fortunately I was correct but it still sent a burst of fear through me at first. Finally I locked the last padlock at the base of the mesh which was still an inch or so from the floor.
I picked the string up off the floor with the tips of my fingers and pulled it gently into the crate, careful not to cause the rags to fall prematurely. I then pulled my first mitten onto my right hand, all my fingers and my thumb were encased in the finger section of the mitten, when I made the mittens I had done one hand at a time and used nearly half a roll of duct tape on each one and then applied extra to the sections where my hands and fingers bent resulting in mittens that could not bend, I pressed the loose duct tape that was on the wrist end of the mittens down onto my wrists as hard as I could. I struggled to get my left hand into it's mitten but I managed and once it was on I pressed and smoothed the duct tape with my other hand. After this I grasped my blindfold, placed the cups on my eyes and held them there with one of my mitten covered hands whilst I got the other hand through the harness and pulled it over my duct tape covered head. I removed my hand and with a painful twang the harness shot forwards and hugged my duct tape covered head, resulting in absolute darkness.
'Now for the final part of my plan' I thought to myself, I would have said it out loud but I had been gagged for the last twenty minutes since I had started my bondage. I fumbled for the string but once I found it I picked up the it's tip with what I now thought of as paws, I struggled to hold it tightly as the duct tape was quite slippery. Once I had a grip on the string, I prepared myself for the full enclosure, then I pulled.
The string pulled the blanket from the top of the workbench as planned, as it fell the blanket caused the string to slip from between my 'paws', out of the cage and out of reach. The as the rags and blanket fell on top of me it was quite noisy and I was very quickly plunged into a pitch black pit that tore me away from everything else in the world. But as the rags tumbled down I heard something clink and clatter along with the rustle of thin plastic, it registered in my mind almost immediately. THE KEYS! They had been swept further away and buried under the rags, I instinctively tried to yell 'NO!' but my gag reduced what would have been a yell that could have been heard half way down the road into little more than a practically inaudible mmmphh that I was certain could not be heard on the other side of the rag pile. I quickly recovered and realised that the gag preventing my yell was probably for the best as people hearing yells like that would surely want to investigate and to find a fifteen year old boy tied up, locked in a metal dog crate and buried under a good 40cm deep pile of rags would surely end badly.
I thought about the crate door, I couldn't have bent it without the padlocks and bolt, why on earth had I thought I could, and why did I think four padlocks and a bolt were necessary to keep me in the crate. I began to hate myself for doing something so stupid, I was trapped and no one would know because they thought I was at my friend's house and they most likely wouldn't even enter the garage garage over the next few days. In my despair I tried to push the door open but it didn't even wobble, then I went into a frenzied panic of thrashing around. During this desperate frenzy I learned a few things about my crate.
1. The door is solid and unmovable.
2. The crate's base is too heavy to let the rest of the crate tip.
3. There isn't much space.
4. The rags had fallen right up against the door so no matter how close the keys had been without being inside they
would have been buried anyway.
5. Finally, practically no fresh air can get in through the rags so everything gets very warm if you move too much.
I finally managed to calm down and think, 'I can't escape on my own and my gag, my duct tape hood, my tail, my paws and my blindfold reduced me to a silent, blind unidentifiable, essentially naked boy-dog,' at this last point I almost completely forgot about my terrible situation and focused on what was a very arousing and brilliant thought, I was a human dog. This made me happier and more confident that I would find a way out.
I tried to bark through the gag but it came out as a slightly louder and deeper mmph than before but I was pleased none the less. I curled up on the bottom of the crate, really wishing I had put some blankets down. I cried a little at first but I soon fell asleep in my crate, feeling tired after my earlier frenzied attack on the crate, but I felt that I could live happily here.
That's all I have time for, I'll finish it off tomorrow or later. I hope you've enjoyed it so far.