## Spring Break Selfbondage (Part 2) (Solo-F)

Post by Devious.agent » Mon Sep 07, 2015 1:07 pm

Sarah lay there on her bed in her bikini, almost in a daze from the intense amount of pleasure she got from her first adventure. It was a day to remember, even though she spent all of two hours doing it. She gazed up at the ceiling and saw the surface of the water as she had seen it from when she was chained to the weight. Then she remembered she had some cleanup to do outside. She snapped out of her trance, got up from her bed, and left her room.
Back out by the poolside, Sarah was diving back into her pool, retrieving her bondage toys from the bottom. She found the two sets of handcuffs, still attached to the long chain, and the pair of thumbcuffs. She retrieved her keys from the bottom before deciding on how to retrieve the 20 lb. weight still on the bottom. She decided she would grab it by the eight-foot chain and hoist it out of the pool. It would be great to design a trap where it just pulled you right to the bottom before you could escape, she thought. She then thought it would be stimulating going back down there to get "inspiration" for her next act, so she took her leg shackles, locked them around her bare feet (as she was still in her bikini), and dove into the pool.
She swam down to the weight and found the open padlock. She grabbed onto it, then swung down so her feet touched the bottom. Making sure she had the wristband of keys, she took the open shackle and closed it around the long chain of the leg shackles. She then swam up and felt the tug of the weight against her ankles, but only after her head had broken through the water, albeit barely so. She could breathe, although the water still was up to her ears and she knew she could not maintain this forever.
But the effect of being chained down there again was exhilarating. Many of the old emotions returned. She was turned on again by being so helpless and held in place by the unforgiving metal bondage. Sarah let herself sink down to the bottom and pretended she was in real danger of drowning as she tugged on the weight, as if her wiry muscles could lift it out of the pool. She realized it did not have the same effect of helplessness once she saw the keys still attached to her wrist, so she removed them and reluctantly tossed them as hard as she could behind her toward the other end of the pool. It made her feel like she was really trapped down there.
An idea came to her right there and then. It was not water related, but that didn't mean she didn't want to try this again when she had more elaborate equipment to work with. She remembered her experience with the hogtie and almost being discovered during her first attempt at self-bondage. It wasn't the most restrictive tie you could do with those restraints, but it was enough to get her going. She remembered the pull each cuff had on her limbs, of how she had to be judicious about which of her limbs she was going to relax or withdraw so it wouldn't pull on her cuffed wrists.
She remembered that her thumbcuffs could hold something more than just her thumbs or toes together. She would take her two pairs of handcuffs and lock them in each end of the thumcuffs by their short chains. Then she would hogtie herself in the most restrictive hogtie imaginable, and would writhe about as the steel bit into her wrists and ankles. It was so tantalizing that she could almost feel herself cum again in the pool.
Possessed by this idea, she sank back down the the bottom and began crawling toward the end of the pool toward her keys. Each inch she crawled felt like a mile because of the 20 lb. weight pulling on her ankles. She hoped the corners of the cement weight weren't damaging the pool as it scraped along its bottom. She knew this but thought only of acting out her next bondage fantasy.
Eventually she reached the keys after surfacing a couple of times in between to catch her breath. She unlocked the cuffs around her ankles, then kicked her way to the surface. After about ten minutes, she mustered enough strength to hoist the weight out of the pool, banging against the rim before situating it right by the poolside. Sara rested her arms on the poolside and gazed at the heavy weight, wondering what other fantasies it might become a part of.
Back in her house, she had toweled off and was walking around the living room, still in her bikini. She sat on her couch and looked down at the red marks the cuffs had left in her ankles. She walked into the kitchen and gathered an empty cooler and filled it with ice cubes. She placed the cooler between the couch and the coffee table across from it and stuck her feet in it, hopefully to get rid of the swelling. Sarah opened the laptop resting on the coffee table and logged into Facebook. There she saw an update of her parents having stopped by a restaurant about two hours away.
"Enjoying the food at so-and-so's." Sarah could have cared less about the name, just that it was long enough away that her parents would have to drive for two hours to be back home. It was perfect timing. Closing the laptop, she looked at her feet in the ice and wondered if this was how people in cement shoes felt. Now that was a wild fantasy, and something Sarah would have to be incredibly brave to try. Maybe, she thought.
Sarah walked back into her room carrying her cuffs and the wristband with keys. She placed the wristband around the bottom left bed post on her white, metal frame bed. Then she placed the two pairs of handcuffs evenly apart from each other on the bed and set the pair of thumbcuffs between them. She held her chin with her fingers, thinking if it was really possible to try this without hurting herself. She had seen and now experienced the hogcuff, but nothing like what she was planning.
Realizing she was completely home alone and with the bikini now chafing her skin, she took off the swimsuit and tossed it by the doorway. She got on top of the bed and immediately cuffed her right ankle in one of the handcuffs.
Wait, she thought. Probably would be easier this way. She took the keys and undid the cuff, then placed the keys back on the same bedpost. She grabbed one pair of handcuffs by the chain with one hand and the thumbcuffs in the other, then secured one end of the thumbcuffs around the chain. She repeated the process with the other pair of handcuffs.
Sarah held up her creation in front of her. Four cuffs, with not even a foot of distance between the ones that would link her hands and feet together. It looked menacing. It looked restrictive. It turned her on.
She could not wait as she started with the ankles. She locked each cuff around her bare ankles as tight as they would go. She made sure to double-lock her cuffs to make sure they didn't bite in any more than she wanted. Sarah then spun herself around on the bed and lay flat on her stomach, grabbing the handcuffs and pulling her feet toward her buttocks. Then she felt the urge to be bound and gagged, so she scooted off the bed and hopped to her sock drawer and pulled out one of her ankle socks, which she stuffed in her mouth. She didn't want to tape it shut in case she had trouble breathing. Her tongue felt every rough fiber from the sock as her mouth salivated around it.
Now back on her stomach, Sarah once again pulled the handcuffs towards her free hands. Her nipples became rock hard at the idea of , being tightly cuffed and gagged naked on her bed. Wouldn't this be something to surprise a potential lover with? She locked one cuff around her left wrist and, inhaling deeply through her nose in anticipation, locked the last cuff around her right wrist. Click.
Ecstasy overcame her. She felt her legs pull back on her wrists even tighter than before. Her shoulders flexed backwards at the weight and force of her legs. Her hands became red from the blood flow being cut off. She felt the unforgiving steel clasped around her bare ankles and tried to pull at the ratchet, but no give.
She rolled onto her side and heard the clicking of the cuffs hitting each other, the short chains from each set passing through the narrow holes of the thumbcuffs. She was in heaven. Try as she might, she could not pull her hands free from the cuffs. She was proud of her workmanship and flexibility. If only her bonds permitted her to pleasure herself, but she could not reach around even with her long fingers. She felt the cold sheets and the cool air pass over her naked body as she writhed on her bed in the restrictive hogtie.
An hour passed. A grin had almost frozen to her face from the unparalleled satisfaction of her bondage. She closed her eyes and fantasized about the pool again, of how she might incorporate a position like this in a perilous, underwater environment. Definitely plan ahead for that one, she thought.
After a while, she noticed the sun begin to set and felt that despite how wonderful the bondage felt, it was time to let go. After all, she had a life outside of self-bondage, as much as she hated that thought. She felt for the wristband with keys and realized it was not there like usual. Her eyes widened in a panic as she wondered where the keys were. She let loose a mild scream through her gag, but was relieved when she saw the wristband draped over the same bedpost from earlier. She rolled her eyes, blaming herself for forgetting.
Sarah rolled over once toward the foot of her bed, careful not to roll too far or fall off the bed and risk injury. Or worse, having no access to the keys. It was a unique and frightening challenge. She had not envisioned how hard it would be to grab keys off a post with all four limbs secured behind her, and so closely together. She twisted her body around so she could feel the bar of her bed frame with her fingers, and gradually felt her way toward the wristband.
Gotcha! she thought when she lifted the band from the post. Suddenly, she felt the band slip from her fingers and fall to the floor, a consequence of her handcuffs cutting off some circulation. She held back from gasping in horror, remembering she had the sock gag in her mouth, which she could very easily inhale and choke on. She looked over the bed and stared at the keys now laying on the floor.
Goddamnit, goddamnit, goddamnit! she thought. It was the reverse of her first hogcuffing predicament: her on the top, keys on the bottom. It was a good two feet from her bed down to the floor, a negligible distance but not safe if your're hogtied. She whimpered for a minute, realizing her stupidity. Fuck! she thought, burying her pretty face in her blanket.
It was then that she realized how helpless she was. She became wet and her breathing and heart rate quickened. It was like she was about to climax. She could feel her body convulse in ecstasy against her bonds, which now cut deeper into her already tender wrists and ankles. Going to need an ice bath for those!
She held back, however. She knew the risk of climaxing with a gag in her mouth. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the fall she would have to endure to get the keys. But then she came up with a plan. To reduce the risk for injury, she rolled onto her back and began pulling as hard as she could at her blankets, bunching them up underneath her body, then pushing them along with her body toward the side of her bed.
Once the blankets had fallen to the floor, she would at least have something below her to cushion her fall. She glanced to her left at the pile of blankets on the floor. Here goes nothing, she thought. She rolled to her left, tumbling and then falling like a rock off the side of her bed. The plan worked. She landed on her side on the cushion of blankets, albeit an imperfect landing, letting out a muffled "Ow" through her gag.
She wrestled herself from the blanket and rolled on her side toward the keys, which she felt with her toes. She gripped the wristband with her toes, then transferred it to her half-numb fingers. Freedom.
In a matter of moments, she had released her hands and feet one at a time from the cuffs. She sat up and tossed the wicked assortment of cuffs to the side. She massaged her raw ankles and wrists, then felt overcome by ecstasy, followed by a savage orgasm.
Moments later, after having applied a cold, wet washcloth to her wrists and submerging her feet in ice cubes, she became lost in thought. Dressed in athletic shorts and a soccer shirt, she opened her laptop and started typing out plans for her next self-bondage adventure.

### Re: Spring Break Selfbondage (Part 2) (Solo-F)

Post by SelenaGfan » Tue Sep 08, 2015 3:04 am

If you continue this story you can just add new part by replying to this part. That way it is all in one topic instead of new topics.

### Re: Spring Break Selfbondage (Part 2) (Solo-F)

Post by Devious.agent » Tue Sep 08, 2015 11:00 am

Just did that and added it to the post under the first story. Thanks for the advice I've got 2-3 more parts to it that I'll just put with them when they're ready.

### Re: Spring Break Selfbondage (Part 2) (Solo-F)

Post by SelenaGfan » Tue Sep 08, 2015 11:02 am

Look forward to more.