My arms ached and my mouth felt dry despite the constant drool dripping down between my tits from my ball gag. I had lost track of time or how many hours it had been. Despite all my struggles and my relentless pulling on my cuffs, I was steadfastly held captive. I had made one simple mistake and now my boyfriend would discover my deepest secret.
How had I gotten here? My boyfriend Rich had left for the weekend on a golfing trip with his buddies and I finally had the condo to myself, a rare occasion since he worked from home. I had discovered my love for bondage early on and gotten into plenty of self-bondage in my younger years but since meeting Rich and moving in together my chances to tie myself up had gotten slim. I knew Rich loved me but I had hesitated to share my love for restraints with him due to our relationship being on the newer side and the fact he was about as vanilla as it got in the bedroom during sex. I often had to bury those secret thoughts I would have and keep myself busy with chores or projects, usually volunteering at the YMCA or our church.
Not that I complained, Rich showed his love for me in other ways such as fancy dinners and nice gifts. He didn't disappoint in the bedroom either despite being vanilla. I figured he didn't want to let me down, not to toot my own horn but I am a smokeshow. I currently work as a fashion designer but used to be a model, I still do a bit on the side when I have time. With my slender frame and large breasts, I am often compared to Jessica Rabbit. The bright red hair really ties it together. I love the look of it when it's peeking out from under a bondage hood or soaked with sweat and held down under a head harness. It's like a fiery horse's mane captured and tied down tamed into submission. That is probably why I had started doing some bondage photo shoots. They satisfied some of my cravings to be tied up, not to mention they paid well. I always made sure though I was hooded or enough of my face was covered that I wouldn't be recognized just in case any of my friends were kinky that I didn't know about.
I had gotten more and more into it and started doing more and more shoots with heavier restraints and tighter bondage. I loved being bound under tight leather and rubber or held down by rope and chains while being admired by everyone working on set. It was a feeling nothing else could compare to. Not to mention my collection was growing as I was often allowed to keep items after shoots since they were used. I had hidden everything away in a large trunk in the attic where Rich wouldn't accidentally stumble across it.
This weekend however I had two full days of uninterrupted bondage fun. Saturday went by as well as expected. I stripped and put one of my favorite toys inside me on a random setting and hogcuffed myself after stuffing my mouth with my used panties and using a generous wrapping of duct tape to hold them in place. I used a timer and wriggled around for a good four hours or so before I was finally released and took a long hot bath to ease my muscles. Tonight however I wanted to go bigger and more intense before Rich got home. I was going to restrain myself hanging from the ceiling and set my timer just thirty minutes before Rich was to get back just to add a little thrill to the experience.
I had opted not to strip for this one but once again inserted my vibrating toy as well as a large weighted plug in my rear. The toy would be able to go the full five hours I planned to be bound. I had held them in place with a tight pair of rubber panties followed by my even tighter bright red rubber one-piece. It pulled up between my legs forcing my vibrator deeper within me and pulled down on my shoulders while pulling up on my breasts accentuating them. Only added to by the zipper in the front I had opened almost all the way barely keeping my breasts held within the garment, once bounce away from spilling out. I had once again stuffed my mouth with panties, this time soaked with my orgasm from last night. Overtop of that was a bright red ball gag harness that wrapped around my head with a small strap under my chin and all padlocking to the collar in the back. Despite this, my drool soon soaked through my panties hence filling my nostrils with the smell of my pussy and leaving the same taste soaked into my mouth, not to mention spit and juices mix dripping down my chest and into my outfit covering my chest.
Before all that however I had padlocked my widest and thickest leather cuffs around my wrist and similar ones around my ankles, further padlocking my ankle cuffs to a spreader bar keeping me from closing my legs and trying to fight off the assault from my vibrator. I had decided to restrain myself from a large O-Ring we had bolted to our rafter in the sunroom that we used to hang my reading hammock. The idea that someone might see me gave me a bit of a thrill as well despite the fact we lived in the middle of nowhere with the back of the house facing a small wooded clearing with a babbling brook and our neighbors in the attached condo were on vacation in Florida. Still was the thought that counts.
I had hung a chain from the ring. I had a large padlock I would loop through the D-rings on my cuffs and attach to the chain. The key to said padlock was placed onto my timer lock which I had set for five hours and would start when closed. When opened I would have to slide the key off and release my wrists from above my head. The other keys to my ball gag harness and ankles were on the bed in my room so I would have thirty minutes when the timer ran out to make it to the bedroom and fully release myself before Rich got home.
I took a deep breath and reaching up slipped the padlock on the final link of the chain snapping it shut. Then reaching up I closed the timer lock starting the countdown.
