Adventures in Self-Bondage

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)

First, please understand that I'm not encouraging any reader to try to emulate my story. Self-bondage can be quite dangerous, and some of it may be illegal where you live. This story is based on a true adventure that I did, with some embellishment to improve the sense of adventure. Trust me, the real thing was scary enough.

I've been interested in the 'damsel in distress' situation for years. It started with old movies, where the girl was in danger and she was always rescued in the nick of time. This has changed over time in my life to become self-bondage play. I'm now 28 and single, since I just haven't found the right person to share my life with. It's not that I haven't tried, but they'd have to be at least as kinky as I am.

So you can understand my story more clearly, you should know that I live in a house my Aunt left me after her passing. It's a two story older house in great condition and has land around it and a big back yard. Also, it's rather isolated and sits back from the road. The distance from the porch to the mail box by the road is about 100 feet of dirt driveway sloping down to the highway. There are some bushes along the front of the property to try to keep traffic noise down.

My Aunt was always the live wire of the family, and she and I got along great. After her passing, I was surprised to learn that she was interested in fetish and bondage! I can't deny that fact, because along with the house, I'd inherited her private collection. It was as if she was telling me, "Samantha, don't be a stick in the mud fuddy-duddy like most of the world! You seem to take after me, so take a little walk on the wild side! Look at my magazines, and see if bondage appeals as much to you as it did to me!" The few items I'd found weren't much, but that led me into the community.

As I got older, my desires for bondage increased and I had to invent scenarios that would fulfill my cravings to be the damsel in distress. After I got a well-paying job, my salary helped me purchase more toys and equipment. Therefore I became more daring and excited with the chance of being discovered or trapped as I performed my acts of self bondage.

I'll relate one of my most dangerous and exciting adventures in self bondage at that time. It was a Friday leading into an empty weekend. I had nothing planned to do so I soon grew bored. My mind started to explore options and I decided to spend the following day in self-bondage. But as I thought about the problem, I realized it wouldn't be much of a challenge if I had the key. So what should I do? While I stood looking out my window, watching random cars pass now and then, an idea came to mind.

My mouth watered with anticipation, because this would be dangerous and so exciting! I planned it for the following day, Saturday. I took my ring of keys and some string and walked down to the end of my driveway and tied the keys to a branch that wasn't too high and which faced the road.

The next day, I got up early and ate a light breakfast, ready to put my plan into motion. When I was done eating, I got my bag of toys from my closet and selected a set of police leg cuffs and handcuffs. The keys to both were currently hanging from a branch down by my mail box.

I stripped naked and put my leg cuffs with the chain between them onto my ankles, closing them until they were snug, but not tight. I then placed my wide black leather collar around my neck and secured it with a small pad lock. There's a bell attached to the front of the collar which rings whenever I move. Next came the handcuffs. I thought about putting them on behind my back but, realizing I'd have to reach up later to that branch holding the keys, I played it safe and attached them with my wrists in front of me. The handcuffs were also put on until they were snug, and double locked for safety. I love handcuffs! When they ratchet closed, there's no doubt you're stuck until you use the key. When the house is quiet, I found it funny how loud the bell on my collar seemed to be as I walked around.

It was still well before noon, so I went about doing dishes, dusting and straightening up in general -- but soon ran out of things to do. However, I enjoy knowing I'm a prisoner of my own doing. I like hearing the bell and the sound of the ankle cuff chain dragging on the wood and tile floor. Those sounds help reinforce the fact that I'm trapped until I'm rescued. In my imagination, my rescuer might be a good guy or might even be a bad guy. Sometimes my imagination strays in a different direction. It might even be a cruel Mistress who has captured me, humiliating me for her pleasure in front of everyone in the small town. She forces me to walk naked down the center of town as everyone watches, laughs at me and calls me filthy and embarrassing names.

As I day dream an itch begins to form and build inside me. When that happens, I know there is only a way or two to cure it. I head for my bedroom and face my tormentor that in my mind will use and humiliate me at his pleasure -- my bed. I'd picked this bed frame because of the finials that top its four posts, They're kind of soft pointy and flare out just the right amount then reduce in thickness, sort of like an inverted Christmas light shape. Proceeding down from the finials are grooves that spiral around and around down the length of each post.

In my day dream I'm pulled into the interrogation room and forced naked over the back of a chair. They tie me to the chair bent over in that position. The interrogators stand around and tell me what they're going to do to me if I don't tell them what they want to know.

Of course, I refuse. So the first walks up behind me and I feel his penis touch my pussy. In real life, this is when I slowly lower myself onto the finial so it starts to spread me open and enters me. As I lower myself it spreads me open more, stretching me. In my mind the interrogator penetrates me more, as he humiliates me verbally and slaps my ass while I fight the restraints. My fantasy attacker doesn't care about me at all -- he just wants his own pleasure. The cock (finial) pushes deeper and deeper until my pussy lips start to close together down below as they reach the point where the finial becomes smaller in diameter. Finally, my pussy grabs onto its base, and my tunnel is stuffed with the entire finial.

It is completely in me and I wait for the interrogator to cum hard inside me, but he pulls out and another takes his place. To mimic this, I'm moving up and down, simulating being taken over and over by these men. I can feel my juices building and flowing, and my cunt drips as the grooves allows the fluids to flow out and down. Mt tormentors humiliate me over and over. And I cum over and over, making my room smell like some whorehouse.

But now, after I've been caught up in this imagined scene for quite some time, I'm harshly brought back to reality by a clap of thunder. As I was busy cumming, my eyes were tightly shut, so I didn't notice the clouds had built up and the wind was starting to gust. Now I'm aware of the rain starting to hit my windows. And I realize many of them are open! So I practically pop the finial out of my pussy with a loud, rude, sloppy squishing sound. Then I scurry as fast as my ankle chains allow from room to room slamming windows shut. As I look outside, I see that despite the cloud overcast, it's still fairly light out, so it's still too early to retrieve my keys. Plus, with the storm, any cars going by will have their headlights on, making it a lot more likely I'd be seen!

Aware of my chained ankles, I carefully make my way downstairs and turn on the TV to catch the weather. I see that there's a weather alert in effect. The weatherperson shows the radar and states that it'll be gusty with local heavy rain moving through the area all night long!

As I turn to look out my window, I learn it's grown much darker and the rain has picked up to a steady pace. I could see the water running down the driveway, filling in all its low spots with puddles. It was still a bit light and the traffic on the road was slowing down and splashing water as they travel past, plowing through deep puddles flanking the roadsides.

Time passed and the rain kept coming. I wondered how long the storm would last. It was getting late and I was a bit nervous about the situation I was in. Like any careful self-bondage practitioner, I did have a spare set of keys in my garage. However I made it so it'd have to be a real emergency to retrieve them, because it would be a horrible mess to clean up, and slightly dangerous, so I was not anxious to head for those spares.

By now, I'd watched and watched, and it was quite late. I had to make a move or be stuck all night. Wearing only shoes for safety in the dark, I went out onto the porch searching for any possible onlookers and took my first steps toward freedom. It was cool and windy, the rain falling at a steady pace and I was soon very wet. At least my clothes weren't getting soaked, because I wasn't wearing any! I shuffled along and the dark night was punctuated with loud claps of thunder that scared me. I was half way down the driveway when I stepped into a puddle that I thought was shallow and solid, but the collected water had turned it to slippery mud! I slipped and landed on my ass in more soft mud. I was mad about losing my balance, but I knew I needed to get this done. It had to be done while it was dark out! I was very wet and now splashed in muddy water and my shoes and feet were all muddy.

I was doing OK until I got near the end of the driveway, The last section sloped down to meet the road and it'd become muddy and slippery. Sure enough, after a few steps, I slipped, landed again on my ass, then fell back and slid down the last ten feet in the mud! I was so mad I could spit! But the rain kept falling as I got to my feet on the apron to the street. Thankfully no cars were coming down the road at that moment, because I would've been quite a sight.

Taking stock of my situation, at least nothing was broken or sprained, but I'd probably have some interesting bruises tomorrow. I was naked, wet and covered in muddy water. My hair was soaked and matted down, hanging in my face. I almost froze in place when I saw headlights coming my way! I dove for cover behind a bush, but my hand slipped in the mud and I ended up laying face down in the mud! I hoped the bush had enough coverage for me to hide behind from any cars. Looking up, I could see the keys hanging from the branch just yards away.

I could feel the rain running down my body as I raised myself up to get out of the mud. Strangely enough, my attention became focused on the water dripping from my nipples, which felt super hard from exposure to the cold water and cool air.

As another car got close it hit the accumulated water run off on the side of the road and covered me in a sheet of icy water, rather adding insult to injury! "What else could go wrong?" I thought to my self. I soon found out.

Checking both ways for cars, I moved out onto the highway and tried to reach my keys but the wind was whipping the trees around and all I could do was try and jump up to catch the keys that were dancing in the wind.

I jumped and jumped, trying to time my jumps to the movement of the branch. I was very aware of my breasts bouncing and swaying as I did this. I was really exposed and next to helpless, although it was a small blessing that my hands were cuffed together in front of my body. I shudder to think what would have happened if I'd cuffed them behind my back. I was getting quite tired, but finally got the keys in my hand and pulled trying to break the string. As I did, that released all the accumulated water on the branches and I got a fresh torrent of cold water splashing down on me. But I got the keys!

I felt alone and miserable as I shuffled back up the driveway clenching the keys tightly. I made it to the porch and used a dirty towel I leave there to wipe my shoes off when I work in the garden. My hair was dripping and it was plastered to my face. Trying not to drop too much mud on my floor, I hurried to the bathroom and started the hot water flowing in the shower. I stepped into the shower still cuffed to wash any dirt off my restraints and my body.

As I stood there starting to warm up, while I washed myself with cuffed hands it struck me how exciting and helpless I'd been. Suddenly horny, I started to jill myself, fingering my pussy. I had such a massive orgasm that I leaned against the wall, and then slid down the wall of the shower as the orgasm continued crashing through me until I found myself sitting on the floor of the shower with the hot water spraying over my cuffed, naked body.

Finally, I removed the handcuffs and the leg shackles, glad they were rustproof. I set them out on the bathroom rug to dry. Still sitting in the shower, now free of all my restraints, I covered my body with soap and ran my hands over my slippery skin, enjoying the smoothness of my breasts, ass and legs. Ultimately, I got out of the shower on shaky legs and dried myself. Climbing into my bed I slept soundly. When I woke, I was proud of my accomplishment and wondered what my next self-bondage adventure would be.

Months passed. (Note: this section on self-bondage is not based on a real life experience... yet)

I sprang wide awake in bed and my hands flew to my neck, expecting to find a chain locked around it, but nothing was there. I muttered to myself, "Samantha, this is the third time this month you've had that same dream." When I calmed down, I saw that I was in my room, and safe in my bed. Looking around, everything was in its place, so I fluffed up my pillow, then rested on my back, but I couldn't fall sleep again because the dream had been so vivid.

I stared at the ceiling, thinking, "Something is telling me to take the next step in my adventures in self bondage." And I knew exactly what adventure. I'd been doing bondage since I was in college and loved the excitement and danger. I realized there were possible ways I could overcome the obstacles that were in that dream scenario. I resolved to see if I could actually put the plan into motion.

The very next day, I went to the super hardware store to get what I needed for my biggest adventure to date. Asking an employee for assistance in locating the items I'd need made my shopping very efficient. I've found that a guy will always help a pretty woman if you smile at them.

First I needed some chain. I figured about 20 feet of medium chain should be sufficient. Next we located a pad lock that was the correct size to fit the links of the chain. The employee made no comment when I added a big, heavy duty tarp to the moving dolly. One last thing was a large 31 gallon steel trash can. Making my purchases, I drove home thinking about the best location for this adventure. Since it hadn't been sold yet, I still had access to my family's farm and I checked their mail daily for them, so I headed there to unload. First I wandered around outside looking for a good spot and decided on a small hill some distance from the house. I dragged the tarp there, timing how long that took. In fact, it took over 20 minutes to walk the distance and I'm sure it'd be much longer when I'd be on the midst of this adventure.

Since I needed a big block of ice, I sat at the kitchen table looking through the local phone book and found the number I was looking for fairly easily. Dialing, I asked to speak to the production manager. When he came on the line, I said, "Hello, Sir. My name is Samantha and we'd like to perform a science experiment in physics with some students from our local college, and for that we need a very large block of ice. If I provide you with a length of chain and a 31 gallon steel trash can, will you be able to freeze an ice block that size, with one end of the chain embedded in it?"

"That's an unusual request, Miss, but if you provide the trash can and chain, I can't see any difficulty in making such a block of ice. What type of physics experiment, if I may ask?"

"It's sort of a challenge. They'll take measurements of the ice, and taking into account the current temperature and wind speed, they'll make predictions of how long it should take to melt. The calculations are fairly complex, and they may even have to adjust their calculations if the conditions change." I was glad I'd dreamed up a fairly reasonable, but convoluted explanation of why I wanted the ice.

"That sounds fascinating, and I'd be interested in learning the results. So when can you bring us the chain and trash can?"

"I can be there the first thing tomorrow, and we can work out the details." Thanking him, I hung up.

I made sure to smile at the production manager the next day when I arrived at his office with the chain, trash can and a dowel rod I had from my garage. We lowered one end of the chain into the trash can until it just touched the bottom. Then I slid the dowel rod through the chain link right at the top of the can, which held the chain in place, draped down the center of the can. Once it was filled with water, the chain would end up locked in the center of the ice block. "We'll have to leave a little room at the top of the can to allow for the expansion of the ice," he explained.

"That's fine," I replied. "Once its frozen, they'll measure it, whatever size it is. I imagine it'll be heavy, so I'll also need it delivered to a nearby farm. They've agreed to let it melt there."

We settled on the price and I paid. As we finished, he assured me, "It'll be delivered on Friday before noon." And I thanked him for his help and smiled at him again before I left.

I spent Thursday night at the farm, and Friday morning I was up early and had everything ready. About 10 AM I heard a truck sound its horn outside. Wearing cutoff shorts and a top, I went outside to greet the driver. The passenger side window was down, so I stepped onto the running board, smiled, and said, "Good morning!"

"Howdy, Miss. Where should I unload this?" he asked. I could see the trash can standing upright in the flatbed at the back of the truck. It was being stabilized by the truck's lift, which was secured to the chain. The trash can's surface looked frosty with cold.

"We've got a small dirt road that leads near the top of the hill. I'll hang on right here and direct you." He didn't protest me riding like that one bit. Perhaps he was influenced by a few things. First was the fact that I wasn't wearing any bra under my T-shirt. That was coupled with the manner in which I was hanging onto the truck door, which caused my breasts to sit on the shelf formed by the window opening. He drove slowly and sure seemed to turn his head in my direction to supposedly check that he was going the right way. Having him staring at my tits made my nipples engorge and press at the thin material, which gave him even more to look at and drive a little slower.

We reached a gate, so to his regret, I climbed down to open it. He drove through, but was gentlemanly enough to let me climb back on the running board and perch there until we reached the hill. I asked, "Can you back closer to the top of this small hill to unload?"

"I'll try as long as the ground isn't soft, because I don't want my truck getting stuck, due to its weight," he explained. He backed very slowly into position, and we both saw that the ground held firm. Once there, he parked and used a lift attached to his truck to raise the chain with the block of ice and trash can attached. As I'd hoped, the trash can had been warmed enough by the drive to the farm to melt the edge of the ice block enough. The trash can fell off while the chain was still suspended, and there was that beautiful block of solid ice hanging from the chain. Before he lowered the ice block I moved the trash can aside and spread the tarp out under it, to keep the ice from directly touching the warm earth. Then he slowly and majestically lowered the ice block to the mat, where it came to rest on its side, due to the slope of the hill. Flipping the edge of the tarp over the ice block to protect it from the sun, I took out my cell phone and pretended to tell the students that the ice block was here, so they should now hurry and bring their notebooks and calculators.