Another Fine Mess (By Tonya)

Hmmmmm........ Where should I start this time? The beginning is always a great place. I seem to have a minor problem with fate stepping in and making my adventures, well, more adventurous. Here we go... again...
While housesitting for a friend, I decided that I needed to play a bit while I had the time off. Lord knows I haven't had the time lately to do much of anything bondage related. I needed to get stuck for a little while. I boxed up all of my "things" so that I wouldn't have to make the ninety-minute round trip to pick them up from home if I got the itch. When the itch did arrive, I was ready. I sat down at the computer and starting brainstorming, looking through stories and pics to see if I could find that spark of inspiration. I began looking on all my sites that I visit on a regular basis, not much there though. I noticed on several sites that the "girls kidnapped and frantically trying to escape" theme was rather common this time of year, and another with several girls being forced into the trunk of a car. The weather is really nice and it's not getting absolutely frigid at night anymore, and then it hit me. I've never been tied up in the trunk of a car before, by my own hand or my husband's. Kerri's late model Corolla was sitting in the garage, just waiting to become part of my plan. The first thing that I did was empty all the crap she had stashed in the trunk. I was going to need that space fairly soon. Then I made sure that the seats folded down, sixty-forty split will work just fine. I unlatched the smaller one and pushed it forward and with some bailing wire and a little luck, wired it so that it wouldn't latch back. This way I wouldn't end up locked in the trunck for another four days waiting for her to get back home. I called Anita when I got back in and gave her exact directions to Tim and Kerri's house and we worked out a time that she was supposed to be there, 7:00am. Safety first you know.
Next was to decide what type of mostly-helpless damsel in the trunk I was going to be. The corporate exec who wouldn't give up the secrets to her forcast software, the bitchy lingerie shop sales girl, the Royal Court dance team member, or the nurse that just needed to get tied up for a while. Tough choice, but I finally decided on the dancer, it is playoff time you know.
Time for more tough decisions, how to be tied. I fought with this one for a good hour, if not two. I didn't know how tough it was going to be to get out of that trunk, into the backseat and out of the car, over to the button on the wall to open the garage door, then around the side of the house trough a gate in the privacy fence and sneak back into the house through the back door. Once I get back in the house, I have to go to the front door and get the key to my locking bag that my snips are in, then back into the garage to get the bag with my snips so I can cut the ziptie cinch on my wrist ropes and run to my freedom. More inspiration....... mouth stuffed, taped and wrapped, ears plugged, ankles crossed and tied, legs tied above and below the knee, arms strapped down to my sides, and last but not least, wrists tied behind me, palm to palm. There, that wasn't so hard.
My husband is a huge Sacramento Kings fan, and last year he made a trip out to the west coast and it resulted in me being the proud owner of 3 different Royal Court dancer uniforms. I wore one for him once when he tied me up and it's been one of my regular outfits ever since. I wore the one that basically consists of a sports bra and tiny, tiny tight shorts, with tan hose of course.
At about 11:30pm, I made sure that all the doors were locked except for the back door. I placed the key to my bag on the front door knob, and the bag on the backseat of the car. I then placed my safety snips on a high shelf in the garage with a large saucepan filled with a half and half mixture of cooking oil and tomato juices sitting on top of them. If I pulled on the string attached to the snips, I had a fairly good sized mess to clean up, assuming of course that I didn't get any on myself. After that I went into the bathroom and stuffed a hankerchief into my mouth, bit down hard and placed several strips of tape over my mouth, sealing it shut. Another strip or two under my chin, ear plugs and a little silly putty to keep out any excess noise, and a nice coban wrap to keep everything in place. I felt a tingle all over, this was going to be fun. I grabbed my ropes and ziptie and headed into the garage, making sure to lock the door behind me. The only light left on was the trunk light in her car. Not much light, but there was plenty of light to see so I could finish getting tied.
I hopped up into the trunk and swung my legs over the side. Sitting in the trunk, I crossed my ankles, right over left, and tied them tight. Next below my knees, doubled the rope, four wraps and a cinch, and then I repeated the same process above my knees. I put my series of loops on over my shoulders, half the ropes above my breasts, the other half below, and then began to cinch them down tight. Tying the excess off at the back of my neck, as usual, was the toughest part. The moment of truth had arrived. I reached up and grabbed the short piece of rope that I'd tied to the trunk lid so that I could reach it with my arms tied to my sides, and then gently fell over onto my side. The trunk slammed shut! I reached over and picked up my wrist loops, slid my right wrist in, then my left. The ziptie cinch was the final touch. With each little click I got more and more excited. I could feel my heart about to jump out of my chest. I had done it. Totally helpless in the trunk of a car, surrounded by darkness. I might as well have been a deaf/mute as well, mouth and ears plugged and wrapped as they were. I'm not sure how long I laid there, rolling around in the trunk, struggling uselessly. My only hope of escape was to begin my journey, or wait on Anita to come and free me.
I couldn't wait to tell my husband what I was able to do, all by myself no less. I imagined that he was the one that tied me and tossed me in the here, and we were on our way to our little vacation home in the mountains. I was a little disappointed when I realized that I had forgotten my usual crotch-rope, but it just afforded me the opportunity to focus more on my current predicament. I had no idea what time it was, but I knew that I easily had several hours before Anita arrived. I decided to make my escape in plenty of time to relieve myself, several times if necessary, get cleaned up and grab a quick bite to eat. I started sliding across the trunk feeling behind me for the part of the seat that I had wired. Finally after a little searching, I hit something that moved. I positioned myself so that I could slide out, feet first into the back seat. I pushed the seat the rest of the way down, and began to wiggle my way out. I felt like I was sliding backwards, uphill toward the front seats. When my feet hit the floorboard I was almost through, when something snagged my hair.
I pulled gently at first, then just yanked my head to one side, ripping out quite a few strands. I sat up in the back seat and regained my sense of direction and leaned over and started feeling for the door handle. When I found it, I pulled and leaned against the door, nothing happened. I pulled a little harder and leaned much harder. Still nothing.
I was puzzled at this point. This did not make sense. Damn child safety locks were keeping me from opening the door. I'd have to squirm my way into the front seat if I was going to get out of this. There was almost no room between the seats, and this was not a car known for it's headroom so going over the seats wasn't really an option either. IF I could reach the switch I could lay the seat down a bit, or move one of them backwards or forwards enough to squeeze my way through. I couldn't reach any of the switches on the seats, so I stuck my head in between them and put my feet against the seat and started pushing. Once my wrists were through, I knew I was going to make it. Somehow I ended up with my head in the driver's side floorboard though. After solving that minor problem, I went to work on trying to get out the front door. I should have shut off the dome light, the damn thing very nearly blinded me. It was bad enough that it was pitch black in there anyway, but the sudden light made me see stars and it took a few minutes for my eyes to readjust. After I shut the door, after I got onto my feet. I guess I hit the doorlock on the way out, because when I tried to reopen the door to get a little bit of light so I could see to get to the switch, it wouldn't open. I spent about half an hour looking for the garage door opener on the wall, but when I found it, a new suprise was waiting for me.
Watching the weather might not have been a bad idea, but it was the furthest thing from my mind when I was planning this little adventure. The not-so-little thunderstorm was a nice addition to my trek around the house and into the backyard. My ears were plugged so well that even the thunder wasn't getting through. I just hoped that the storm wasn't too bad and that there wasn't going to be any hail, or worse. That would have put a serious, serious damper on the rest of my evening. I didn't know if I had time to wait it out, and it didn't show any signs of slowing down, so I starting to make my way into the rain and around the house. My footing was just fine until I reached the grass next to the house.
Apparently wet grass is very slick sometimes and if you're hopping with your ankles crossed and tied, you can easily lose your balance and hit the ground pretty hard. Some say it will even knock the wind out of you, and still hurt several hours later. I wonder if I wouldn't have been safer in heels. They would have sunk into the soft ground and made hopping around that much harder, but my footing might have been better. I struggled to my feet after hitting the ground, and kept going. When I made it to the gate, I didn't realize how high the handle was. Reaching out and grabbing it was one thing, but reaching out and grabbing it with your arms tied to your sides and wrists tightly tied behind you was another thing. Standing on my tiptoes, bent over, fingers straining to grab the handle and open the gate, I must have been quite a sight. I could only get three fingers on the handle, but it was enough. I felt the gate move and leaned forward to pull it open. When I did, the wet handle slid from my grasp, and I fell yet again. This time just to my knees. I got back to my feet and went through the gate. As I cleared the side of the house, several different lights in the backyard came on.
Blinding me again, and scaring the hell out of me. I wish Tim and Kerrie would have told me about the motion lights they installed. I hopped quickly, easily in view to all three neighbors, had they been watching, and made it to the back door. I closed the door quickly behind me and leaned against the wall. I began hopping again, towards the front door to get my key. Once I retreived the key and the spare set of car keys I headed for the door into the garage. On the backseat of the car, under the folded down half was a locking bank deposit bag with my snips in it. Just perfect for cutting plastic zipties and setting moderately sore, very wet, very tired girls free. After unwrapping my head, untaping my mouth, unplugging my ears, and untying my legs I wondered back into the house and flipped on the hall light. Nothing like ground-in muddy, hopping backwards footprints all the way through a house to kill a great post self-bondage mood. I had tracked grass and mud across tile and carpet both, from the back door to the front door and all the way back into the garage. I immediately stripped and tossed my soggy outfit and my ropes into a lingerie bag and into the wash. I had to work quickly to get the mud and grass out. Luckily these nuts have their own steamer and within an hour and a half I had the place looking pretty good again. Time for a hot bath and just about time for breakfast. I was lucky, it would have been kinda tough to explain why there were tracks all across the house, even more difficult would have been explaining why they were together, and backwards.
There were a number of things that could have gone wrong here, some of which did go wrong, but it could have been much, much worse. Oh yeah, there was only one spot that wouldn't come up, but it was by the front door and, so far, they haven't noticed. ;-)

END

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Stuck Student (By markson)

It was a dark night and all my housemates were in bed. As a student living with other students its very rare that I get a chance to do self bondage. So when I feel like I will have a chance to do this I take it. I slowly walked downstairs to go get the sissors and the rope that I would be tying myself up with. I managed to do this without tripping over anything. Once I got back to my bedroom I stripped down and picked up a sock. This sock would be used as a gag so that essential I couldn't talk. I made some coils of rope for my wrists. I made sure that it was just big enough for me to squeeze my hands in however it was a tight fit. Now that was done I needed to move onto the slipknots which would then be used to tighten my wrists and legs together. This would essentially put me into a hogtie. I had never attempted this so made sure to take it slowly. I tied up my legs and put one end of the slipknots in between my ankles. Next I tied ropes just above and below the knees. I then tied up my balls and cock so that they were in bondage. At this point I put the sock into my mouth and using a piece of rope I secured this into my mouth. I lay onto my stomach and brought my legs up behind me. I put on the wrist coil and slipped the slipknot onto them. Before I put my final wrist through I made sure that my escape plan of having scissors attatched to a string near by was ready. Once this had been checked my wrist slipped in. Then with a big pull the knots tightened.

I love the feeling of when the final knot is done then I know I am stuck for the duration. I tried to see if I could escape my new situation. However I was trapped. My legs wouldn't move and my wrists were cinched tightly up towards my shoulder blades. I wriggled and wriggled but couldn't get loose. Satisfyed I closed my eyes and let my fantasies swirl around me. I had set a timer on my tv to switch the tv on silently after an hour. Since this was my first time I didn't want to be in bondage for too long. I would just have to wait till the tv switched on so that I could see what I was doing.

As I lay there I kept pulling my wrists to test my bonds. However, this is where the major problem occured. I pulled so hard the knot tightened even more. I tried to swallow hard but the sock gag prevented this. I struggled thinking "shit, if I don't get out soon my arms will go numb". At this point the tv came on. This meant I could now see what I was doing and since my arms were slowly having their circulation being cut off I tried to manuver the scissors around to cut my bonds. With all my previous experiences if you cut the slipknots keeping your arms and legs held together it will uncinch allowing you to get out. So I positioned the scissors and with a few short snips the rope in the middle snapped. "phew" I moaned through my gag. I tried to remove my hands.......they were stuck....."SHIT SHIT SHIT"!!!. I thought. How the hell was I going to get out. I stopped and thought carefully. Don't worry you have your scissors you can just manuever it round to cut the wrist coils. I calmed down and tried to remove the wrist coils.

 

However since they were so tight it was difficult to get the scissors in a position to cut. After a lot of moving and adjusting I managed to get it in between the ropes. I started cutting.....when I did the scissors kept slipping and just wouldn't cut it. This is where I started to panic. Non of my housemates knew of my interests in bondage and I was worried I would have to hobble to them to get them to untie me. This scared me more than anything and I started to struggle on the bed. Not being able to get loose. After three more attempts I couldn't loosen them anymore and my arms were slowly getting weaker and becoming more numb. I started hopping towards the door slowly thinking its no good I will have to go and tell my housemates.

My whole future life flashed before my eyes and I imagined everyone laughing at me and not wanting to talk to me thinking I was a freak. I was determined not to let that happen. The panic was rising but I tried to stay calm. "One more try" I thought to myself. " If this doesn't work then I will have to go to my housemates bedroom and get her to untie me". I moved the scissors and started to hack away at the ropes. After 10 minutes there were still no hope..I was just about to stop when suddenly I heard one of them snap.. I tried pulling my wrists apart and miraculously they came apart. I have never been so relieved in my life and when I unded the ropes I had massive indentations where the circulation was being cut off.

I sat down on my bed in a collapsed heap and rubbed my cock untill it shots its load. I then needed to rest for the rest of the night. This will probably be my last selfbondage eventure with out proper planning. I hope its a warning for the rest of you.

 

markson

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Screw Screw (By happy guy)

So my little sister goes to sleep and i look at your stories and it turns me on so i decided to do my own selfbondage.   I grab a bunch of stuff and go to the upstairs bathroom. The bathtub is surrounded by 3 walls and one of the walls has a towel rack on it. So i take a rope and tie it to my handcuffs then i have the rope go around the rack and hang down and on the other side of the rope is a pair of anklecuffs. Then i get nipple clamps and tie them to a string and also have them go around the towel rack.   Then i go down stairs and drink 10 cups of water knowing im going to have to pee soon. So i grab a plastic bag and duck tape it to a long silly straw (on one of the ends of the silly straw is a hard plastic covering so i cant bite on it. I go to the garage and grab a screwdriver with a huge handle. I go back upstairs and strip all the way down. Then i take the screw driver and shove it 7 inches up my ass handle first. i then duck tape the bag around my cock and duck tape the end of the straw to mouth so i cant push it out.   I get in the tub and put on the anklecuffs and then clip the nipple clamps on to my balls, the end of the string attached to the clamps is tied onto my handcuffs. I make the rope so tight that the only way i can put the handcuffs on is if my body is 90 degrees from the ground so the only part of my body touching the bottom of the bathtub are my shoulders and my head. I take the key to handcuffs/anklecuffs and i put it 3 feet away from my head so the only way to get the key is to grab them with my hands (which actually lifts my shoulders of the ground since they are tied to the anklecuffs AND to have the nipple clamps slowly pull of my balls).   i put the handcuffs on and then the fun starts. I mentally say to myself that i cant get the key till i piss in the bag and drink my piss. I am in the bathtub for atleast two hours before i even start to feel lik i have to pee. The whole time my legs and arms are shaking from being up in the air the whole time and the skin of my nut sack is stretched about 3 inches because my arms are so tired.   Finally half an hour later i have to pee so i just let it go and while im halfway drinking my piss i feel lik im going to throw up (thank god i dont). After im done im so weak that it takes me ten minutes of struggling to finally get the key, however when i get it my balls are in so much pain that im close to crying.   I unlock everything and take the screw driver out of my ass (which hurt lik a bitch) and cleaned up. Right my balls are still sensative and my ass hurts so bad that i am about to cry. I hope you like this story and put it on the site for everyone to read (ps the 21 days story is so hot i really wanna try that myself)

 

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The Keyhole (by Abrank )

“It’s awfully heavy isn’t it?” Priscilla said cradling the metal collar in her hands.

 

Sir Howard sighed. “Yes, the intention was to make the wearer continuously aware of its presence.”

 

“It looks awfully old.”

 

“Not really,” Sir Howard replied. “Only about 200 years.”

 

He was thinking of the difference between the English and American concepts of age when Priscilla spoke again.

 

“It’s very pretty.”

 

“Yes those old craftsmen decorated all their objects. They abhorred a plain surface. Besides, this was intended to be worn by a woman. But the silver and gold decoration you see was done in an earlier style.”

 

Priscilla examined the fine tracery more closely and ran her fingers over it. “Is this real gold?”

 

“Yes, but only a thin layer.”

 

”It must be very valuable.”

 

“It is, extremely valuable. It’s unique, I don’t know of another like it.”

 

“Where did it come from?”

 

“One of my ancestors brought it back from Italy. Family tradition says it originally came from the Borgias.”

 

She didn’t say anything. Sir Howard felt she had passed her first test.

 

They were sitting in one of the private rooms of the castle, one not open to the general public. Sir Howard had intercepted her while she was on the self-guided tour. He had selected her, as he had previous candidates, because she had shown particular interest in the torture chamber and the dungeon. She had lingered there for a considerable time before moving on to the upper floor.

 

He was annoyed at the presence of tourists in his castle. The Government’s financial policy, particularly the crippling death duties, had reduced his once proud family to a state of poverty. The only way he could continue to live in his ancestral home was to open it to the public. He resented their intrusion, and considered them fair game.

 

Not that he caught many, very few in fact, perhaps one a year. He only caught the very stupid ones, and considered his practice a benefit to society as well as a personal means of gratification. Nearly all his potential victims escaped, and were unaware they had ever been in danger. The average person had nothing to fear from him.

 

He regarded Priscilla closely. She was a young and brash American with perfect teeth and large breasts. But her waist was not slender. He looked distastefully at her casual clothes and wondered why women had given up the practice of wearing corsets; they looked so very much more attractive with a narrow waist. He thought that if she were ever in his power, he would make her wear a tightly-laced boned corset. His reverie was interrupted by Priscilla.

 

“How do you open it?”

 

“It unlocks with a key. I’ll get it for you if you like.”

 

“Oh that would be very kind, your Lordship.”

 

He smiled. She was only trying to please, so he did not correct her.

 

He awkwardly stood up, his elegantly cut but slightly shabby clothes hanging loosely from his tall angular frame, and walked into the adjoining room. He regretted that he had forgotten to return the key to the display case where he kept the collar. He wondered if he should have offered to get the key, it was a leading invitation, and he normally did not incite his victims by making suggestions, their downfall had to be entirely of their own doing. But he reasoned that the key was normally displayed alongside the collar, so he was now merely leveling the playing field, as the Americans would say.

 

He found the key where he had left it in the drawer of his Louis Quatorze desk and returned to the morning room. “Here it is,” he said placing it on the table. He did not want to cheat by handing it directly to her; she had to pick it up.

 

“What an interesting key!”

 

“Yes, the Italians were consummate craftsmen.”

 

“Do you mind if I try it?”

 

“No, go ahead.”

 

She picked up the key and inserted it into the lock. He noted that she did not ask the obvious question; perhaps she would be the one. But he was not optimistic; he had learned that very few fell into the trap.

 

“How does it work?”

 

“Just keep turning the key to the right keeping it pointing straight in. First the screw threads engage, then the lock will open.”

 

She turned the key, and after a few revolutions the collar fell open.

 

“Oh wow!”

 

“Yes. Beautiful isn’t it?”

 

“How do you close it?”

 

“First you unscrew the key and remove it, then you can press the collar closed. The teeth are spring mounted.”

 

“Why are they such a funny shape?”

 

“That’s to prevent the wearer sliding a knife into the opening and forcing the teeth back to open the collar. The tooth guards also make the collar stronger; it can’t be twisted or bent.”

 

“I see.” She unscrewed the key and laid it back on the table. “These projections on the inside, they’re blunt. If I were making an instrument of torture I think I’d make them sharp. You know, to stick into the person.”

 

‘How unsubtle you Americans are,’ thought Sir Howard. Out loud he said, “That would certainly appear to make it a more fearsome instrument of torture. But, surprisingly, the blunt spikes are crueler. Sharp spikes would, as you must realize, penetrate the skin. They would cause immediate bleeding, and infection would soon set in. The unfortunate wearer might well be dead within a fortnight. But the blunt spikes don’t immediately do any damage. It may take weeks before they abrade the skin sufficiently to cause infection, so the wearer might live for months in agony before dying.”

 

“Oh, wow!”

 

“Initially the blunt spikes are not painful,” Sir Howard continued, “so if the wearer were a lady of the court she could still attend court functions. She could perform all of her normal duties for several weeks. Unless of course, she foolishly moved the collar around.”

 

“Why would she do that?”

 

“Well some victims don’t like the weight resting on their shoulders or the spikes pressing into one particular spot, so they lift it or move it around, and that abrades the skin. They would live longer if they simply left it alone.”

 

“How horrible!”

 

“Yes it is.”

 

Priscilla sat with the open collar resting on her jean-covered thighs. She ran her hand over the spikes on the inside. “It doesn’t feel too bad.”

 

“No. Initially it’s quite comfortable I’m told. The rounded edges at the top and bottom prevent it digging into the skin. The only thing you notice is the weight, as you pointed out, but the bottom is curved to distribute the weight more evenly around the neck.”

 

“The top is shaped too.”

 

“Yes. It’s designed to hold the head in one position, but of course that depends to some extent on how long a person’s neck is.”

 

Priscilla closed the collar until the teeth engaged, but did not press hard enough to lock it. She moved her right hand around the inside of the collar feeling the smooth metal and the short blunt spikes.

 

Sir Harold held his breath. He did not want to influence her decision one way or the other, but it had been a long time, and he felt very tempted to say something.

 

“Do you mind if I try it on?” Priscilla asked.

 

“No I don’t mind, but you’ll have to put in on yourself.”

 

“Which way does it go on?”

 

“The hinge goes in the back. That way, viewed from the front, the collar looks entirely decorative with an uninterrupted design.”

 

Priscilla opened the collar and placed it around her neck. She pressed the two halves together, but it did not close fully.

 

Sir Howard wondered if he were doing the right thing. To be trapped you had to be both stupid and strong. He felt he should be doing his bit to eliminate the stupid and the weak as well.

 

“I can’t seem to get it closed.”

 

“You have to push very hard.”

 

Priscilla placed her palms flat on each side of the collar and grunted as she jerked her arms together. The collar closed with a loud click. “Wow! What a neat feeling. You were right, it’s not uncomfortable, but it does feel heavy.”

 

“It’ll feel heavier with time.” This was one of Sir Howard’s favorite parts, the delay before the full realization of the problem.

 

“Wow, I’ve discovered another problem. When I turn my head it moves the collar and I can feel the spikes moving on my neck.”

 

“Yes. You’ll have to learn to keep your head still.”

 

“What does it look like on? Can I see myself in a mirror?”

 

“Certainly. Come this way.” Sir Howard led the way into the day room.

 

Priscilla examined herself in the large ornate mirror. “Oh it’s beautiful. Can I take a picture?”

 

“Yes, of course.”

 

“Do you mind taking one of me?”

 

“Not at all.”

 

Priscilla rummaged through her pocket book, lifting it since she could no longer bend her head to look down. She located her disposable camera and handed it to Sir Howard. He turned it over in his hands unsure how to operate it.

 

“You look through here,” Priscilla explained, “and then you press this button here.”

 

Sir Howard raised the camera to his eyes.

 

“No you’re too close. Can you step back a little?”

 

Sir Howard obliged, took the photo and handed the camera back to her.

 

“Thanks awfully. My friends will be so jealous when they see this picture.”

 

Sir Howard smiled but said nothing and they returned to the morning room. They sat down and Sir Howard waited for the penny to drop.

 

But Priscilla started on another tack. “Your torture chamber is so interesting.”

 

“Thank you. But it’s not a real torture chamber.”

 

“It isn’t?”

 

“No, it’s just something we made as a tourist attraction. Practically all the instruments on display are reproductions.”

 

“They are?”

 

“Yes, and the room wasn’t even a dungeon. I think it was only ever used as a storage cellar.”

 

“Really? How disappointing!”

 

“The real dungeon is in this part of the castle. But it’s a trifle damp, so it’s not suitable for crowds of tourists. You can see if you like.”

 

“I’d love to. But perhaps I could take this collar off first.”

 

“Certainly, if you can figure out how.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Well the keyhole is on the inside so I don’t see how you can get the key in to unlock it.”

 

“Oh my god! How do you get it off?”

 

“Well it’s far too valuable to cut off, so I usually cut off the wearer’s head. After they’re dead of course.”

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Outdoor self-bondage (by Cindy)

I have been planning and fantasizing on doing an outdoor self-bondage session for a long time, and today I finally got the courage to actually do it for real, thanks to members of Boundanna and Icebound for the ideas and suggestions.

I want to caution anyone up front that this is risky activity and not for everyone.

I had a few days left on my vacation and occasionally go hiking at trails 15 miles from home, and thought that would be a great place to do this outdoor bondage session, these trails are crowded on the week ends but very empty during the week (at least I hope so).

I got up early today and took my shower and packed my backpack with bondage gear. What I plan to do is leave a master set of keys at the base of the trail in an open public place as my safety keys to use as a last resort. I will leave a key to a small steel box at the beginning of the trail, and walk to the look out point at the top of the hill (around 1/3 mile) and lock this box holding the keys for my release to a tree using a small chain and padlock.

My plan is to strip at the top of the hill chain myself, and walk fully nude to the bottom of the hill to get the key to the steel box, and then I will need to walk back up the hill still chained nude to unlock the steel box with this key to gain my escape.
It was time to leave, I arrived at the trails end and parked my car in the small dirt lot at the bottom junction of three separate trails. (I am the only car here) so I assume I am the only one here. (Note I contacted my girl friend where I was going to be and she has been here with me in the past, of course I did not tell her what I was planning).

I walked around a little bit to make sure there were no others here, my heart was pounding with the thought of what I was planning to do.

 

I left a master set of keys under a rock in full view of the main highway, so to get them in a emergency I would risk discovery and would only get them as a last resort. I walked up the trail to a point that I could see the parking lot through the trees below but if anyone was there they could not see me. I left the key to the small steel box next to a tree and under a rock.

I continued up the hill to the lookout at the top, around 1/3 of a mile, I walked off the trail and found a good spot to hide the master box of keys, and chained the box to a small tree, now the only way to get free is to walk down the trail to get the key that would unlock this box.

I unpacked my backpack and laid the bondage gear at my feet, I knew I was getting closer to the point of no return. I took a long look around and was getting scared and excited at the same time (I almost talked myself into packing my stuff and getting the hell out of here). I striped all my clothes off and really started to get nervous, I put spike heel shoes on and tried to walk a little to see if I could navigate in these shoes, it was hard but manageable. I walked to the trail and took one more look around to be sure no one was here. Now I was ready to start!

 

I locked the waist chain on and put the steel collar around my neck and locked it in place and locked a small chain to the collar and locked the other end to my waist chain.

 

Now for the dildos, I have two that have small eyelets attached to the bases that will lock to a crotch chain. I have the dildos in a zip lock plastic bag all lubed up and ready to insert. I inserted the vagina dildo with no problem but the ass dildo takes a lot of pressing to insert but once it passes half way it pops right in like it belonged there.

 

Now I locked a chain to the back of my waist chain and ran it between my legs and up my crotch, and locked it in the front, now I took two small luggage locks reached between my legs and locked the dildo base hooks to the main chain, I have four labia majora rings pierced to my labia lips, two on each side I then took two more small locks and pulled my lips over the crotch chain and locked my labia lips on top of the chain. Now the chain was locked against my clit and I could not move the chain away from my clit and could not remove the dildos without the keys. I smiled a little knowing if I was discovered by some man, he would need the keys to rape me.

I locked the shackles to both my wrists (I like to use shackles instead of handcuffs because they fit better and don't hurt my wrists) I can be in shackles for a long time with no problem. I buckled the ball gag in my mouth, now I was ready to lock that last padlock in place locking my hands to the waist chain (I don't know what turns you on but the click of that last lock rings all my bells.

I reached behind me and snapped that last lock in place, now my hands were held to the small of my back I could not even cover my ass, my bondage was total and escape was impossible.

 

Now the reality hit me, I was fully nude chained with 12 locks and so helpless and vulnerable it was absurd, I could feel a tingle in my clit and was so excited I could explode.

The only escape now was to walk down the hill to get that dam key, I started to walk to the main trail and now I was in full view of any one coming up the trail (I wish I had a camera and someone could take my picture, I must of looked "hot" and demented). I only walked an estimated 100 yards and found walking with high heals with your hands chained behind you is harder than I realized.

I came to a steep section of the trail and found I was going to fall if I continued and my feet were starting to hurt, I didn't know how I was going to remove these shoes I turned facing the hill and dropped to my knees and found the chain running from my neck up through my crotch prevented me from bending forward, every time I tried the chain pulled against my clit and my hands could not reach the straps to unbuckle them.

I was getting scared now here I was lying in the middle of the trail, and could not get the dam shoes off, and someone could walk up on me any second. I sat on my ass and managed to take the spike from one shoe and push one of the shoes off but fuck how was I going to get the other shoe off.

After what seamed like an eternity I grabbed the loose shoe and managed to push the strap off the other shoe using the spike heel. Now I was bare foot but didn't care if my feet took a beating. I was counting my blessings! When I heard voices coming up the trail and I scampered to the side of the trail and lay in some bushes. All I could think is ((( o shit they must of seen me ))) they kept talking and I thought they must not of seen me or they would have yelled or something. I started to feel I dodged a bullet, then I remembered "fuck" the shoes are in the middle of the trail.

I could hear the voices getting closer and closer, and the gag was dripping a lot of salvia, I had to be very still if I moved the chains would start to make noise, I kept thinking how did I allow this to happen to me.

I could now see them!!! It as a older couple and they walked right past the shoes and kept walking and talking they must of seen the shoes but made no notice, I felt so relieved and now the excitement transferred to my clit and it started to spasm, I thought great here I am and I am having a orgasm and that's the last thing I needed now, all you gals know once you start to go off there is no stopping, your clit has a mind of its own. That chain rubbing on my clit kept the action going a long time, I knew I had to reach the key at the end of the trail, I hoped the couple kept going to the end of the trail, and now was my chance to get that key.

I was going as fast as I could so I could get the key and hide and let the couple walk down the trail and I could sneak past and get to that dam locked box and get free.

I came up to the spot where the key was and got the key and looked toward the parking lot and saw a third car pull up and park, and a man got out and had two dogs with him (Fuck if he picked this trail the dogs would surly sniff me out) Embarrassed , I must have smelled like a French whore on Halloween. I watched the dogs and shit they are looking up this way and were barking, I thought this is it I am fucked big time. Just when I was thinking of what I would say to this guy, he whistled to the dogs and put them in the car and drove away (he only pulled over you let the dogs pee). Now I had to wait for that couple to come down, so I could get the keys at the top of the trail, there is only one way up and one way down, must have been a hour before I could hear them coming down the trail, the gag and crotch chain was really bothering me but I could not change anything.

I waited for them to pass and drive away then started to climb up the trail to freedom. Every time I took a step that dam clit chain was rubbing me and the ass dildo started to itch.

I passed the two shoes right where I left them, glad I was getting them back. Seamed forever to reach the top and open that box to get the keys to set me free, I unlocked the wrist lock and my arms were so stiff it took a moment to straiten my arms. I could not wait to remove the gag and dildos (what a relief) I looked at my watch and I had spent over 4.5 hours on this hill nude and chained. I packed and on the way home I could not stop laughing.

I have included a poor drawing to give you a idea of how I looked.

I dare some of you to try this but know the risks, don't ware spike heels, don't use crotch chains and dildos.

I am going to get some sleep now!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bound to you!
Cindy

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My First Bondage (by Nicole)

Okay, it started a year ago when, just for fun, I typed in "Bondage" on a google search. After sifting through the million links that came up, I found Bound Anna. I really liked what I saw! I thought about trying something myself. One weekend, I decided it was time. As an emergency release system, I called my boyfriend to come over later that evening. If I needed help, I'd have a way out.

I had planned an elaborate ice release system to free me. I put on my sexiest black corset and French panties, and got to work. First, I used a long length of rope to bind my legs from the ankles to the knees. I pulled myself up onto my knees and tied another rope around my chest, just above my breasts. I wrapped it so the knot was tucked safely out of reach inside my corset. Buckling a belt around my waist, I ran handcuffs behind it to harness my hands. I crammed one of my thongs in my mouth and sealed my lips shut with duct tape. I inserted my favorite vibrator. It was one of the ones that turns on and off randomly. It's enough to drive a girl crazy!! Then I lowered myself onto my stomach, attached handcuffs from the ropes around my ankles to the belt to hold my legs secure. Then with a deep, excited breath, I locked my hands.

 

I was trapped! I floated in the helplessness of my situation, hardly believing that I could have put myself in such a perfect hogtie, and on my first try! I struggled a little at first, testing my work. Eventually, I found I could writhe and kick and squirm, but nothing was releasing me except my key, held in ice high above me. It was the greatest feeling I had ever experienced! The vibrator was driving me pleasantly insane as it brought me to the edge of orgasm again and again, but stopped just before I could release. At last, it stayed on long enough for me to climax. I soaked my frilly French panties with cum, and I guessed I was leaving a puddle on the floor.

 

It was February, so it got dark outside at around 5:30. Luckily, I had left the light on, so I had an uninterrupted view of myself. That is, until the power went out.

Yep! I had read warning after warning about the destruction a blackout could wreak on an otherwise happy bondage session, but I never thought it would happen to me. I was wrong, so horribly wrong.

Plunged into darkness, I started to get scared. I never liked the dark, and now my helplessness didn't seem so inviting. I started to wonder if the blasted key would ever drop. Well, it did. But I couldn't see it. I heard it finally hit the kitchen floor right next to me with a ping , only to skitter away into the void. I let out a moan through my gag, and desperately inched around on the floor searching for my freedom.

 

For two hours, I searched. I slid around on the cold, hard kitchen floor, several times finding my puddle by accident. The cum was nastily cold by then, and I was anything but aroused, so it only disgusted me. I finally gave up. I was stuck. If I hadn't been gagged, I'm sure I would have let out a stream of curses, but as it was I could only scream in frustration. I feared the key was lost under the refrigerator. What was worse, I now had no idea what time it was, so I didn't have a clue how long I'd be waiting in my soaked panties for my boyfriend to come for me.

 

After ages, he finally arrived. He knocked on the door and called my name.
I could only scream through my gag. Thinking I had been raped or something, he burst through the door and came running to the kitchen, following my continued screams. He had a flashlight, and gasped when he saw me.
"My God!" he cried, "Nicole! Baby, who did this to you?"

After he took the tape off my mouth, I spit out my thong and whispered, "I did."

 

He instantly understood. He found my key (it was under the fridge, just like I feared) and released me. Oh, it was so embarrassing! I had to explain everything in detail. He laughed at my bad luck.
"Well," he said, "I don't hold it against you. Let's do something together next time? Then you won't get stuck again." I was so thrilled that he didn't find me strange for tying myself up. He even wanted to play with me next time! That night we were glad for the blackout as we had the hottest sex I had ever had.

 

And so it began. Now, a year later, I'm quite experienced at self bondage.
I don't make silly mistakes like I used to, and I have a lot more fun as my games get more and more daring and complex. Also, I've found that I love being submissive! Once I get comfortable with a scenario, I do it together with my boyfriend. It has definitely strengthened our relationship.
Thanks, Anna!

 

All my love,
-Nicole

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I Have Been Gang Raped

The Racist Brother & His Friends 

During my senior year, I had to do a project with one of my peers, Josh, so we agreed to start working on it at his house since he lived in walking distance. When I went over to start the project, their was nobody home so he got some snacks then we started on our project. After about 2 hours. we heard people come home so he thought it might have been his step-dad or mom, but is wasn't. It was his older brother Mark with 3 of his friends. Josh tells me one of them is an actual skinhead while the his brother and the other 2 were just looking to join the gang. Mark came into the room for something but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me and his face turned cherry red. He yells to Josh, "What is this ugly chink doing in our house? Get her out of here." Josh tried to defend me to stay and do the project but Mark wasn't having it. His tone must have caught his friends attention because they came over with curiosity in their eyes. I could already tell which guy they wanted to get approval from. He had tattoos all along both his arms, and I could tell he had more underneath his clothes. They all looked to be 23-24 years old and all around the same height. I start making my way for the exit but the one with tattoos stops me at the door.

He shoves me back in and tells the others he has a better idea. "You guys have a chance to prove yourselves, show this rice picker which one of us is the dominate race."
Mark, "Alright Zoner(he really called him that) , grab her. Downer you hold her legs, we're going to plow this *****. You hear that *****? You ain't going anywhere til we all nut." I was starting to panic now, I looked at Josh who just head eyes of fear on him.
Josh whispers to me, "Sorry Tammy, I didn't mean for this at all, honestly." I knew it wasn't his fault, just my luck though, right?
I tried pleading them to let me go, but it was like they couldn't even hear me. 
I was held down with my legs spread wide open, in tears at what was about to happen. Mark tore off all my clothes and I was completely naked in front of them. Josh tried leaving but his brother yelled at him to stay and told him to watch. I felt hopeless at this point, but I kept pleeing anyway, hoping it was just all a big prank. Once I saw Mark's huge **** though, I went quiet; already imagining the pain I was about to go through. He spits on his **** to lube it and starts fingering my *******, rotating slowly inside. 
Mark, "The ***** is off limit boys, we're going to show this chink wassup by ripping her *** open. Scum like her doesn't deserve any peasure."
He think slowly enters his **** into my *** til the whole head was in, then he shoves it in real hard, making me yell in pain. His friends all laughed at the pain I was going through, even encouraging Mark to go harder. Mark then switched with Zoner, luckily his **** and Downer's weren't as huge as Mark's. Once they all got a turn ******* my ***, they bent me over the bed and continued to hold me down. I saw Josh just sitting their and I could tell he was really regretting what was happening. They loved the humiliation they were putting me through by dominating my ***. The tattoo guy didn't want a turn though, he told them he doesn't touch filth unless it has to be done. His comments made the 3 of them get even wilder, they had my head hanging off the side of the bed and took turns face ******* me while one of them was ******* on my *** on the bed. Without warning Downer cummed all in my mouth and made me swallow everything. Mark and Zoner then put me into doggy position and spit roasted me, Zoner ended up ******* next all over my face. Mark slammed my *** as hard as he could til he cummed, having it drip from my ***.

After they were done, Mark told me if I ever snitched, he was going to make Josh pay the consequences and left. Josh came and told me he'd be fine with me calling the cops, he can deal with whatever his brother and his friends can dish out, and I was so moved by that. After I cleaned up a bit, I went over to Josh and without saying a word, I unzipped his pants and sucked his ****. He was surprised but didn't resist it and let me keep going. I told him I won't snitch on him, just don't tell anyone about what happened at school, and asked him to **** my ***** since it needed some attention.

I never snitched, but I was lucky word never got around school about what happened to me or else it would've forced me to relocate. This event didn't traumatize me, but rather got me to realize I like to be dominated during sex. I didn't accept the feelings I got then, but this event did help me realize some of my inner fantasies.

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