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A cabin in the woods; the master bedroom, upstairs. I'm lying on the bed in the dark; I cannot move, speak, or see. She moans; she is near me, but in the same condition.
Perhaps I should start from the beginning; it would be easier to understand that way ...
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Call me Jane; that will do. I'm a normal Caucasian female from a normal family, five foot six, one hundred ten pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, average looks. I got good grades in school, graduated college with a business degree, moved out west, and got a good job. I saved up a bit, got a little place and some furniture; I'm doing well.
As for how I got into bondage, I grew up with it. The westerns, with the pretty heroine tied up by the dastardly villain, only to be rescued by the handsome hero; you get the picture. I always identified with the heroine; held captive, at the mercy of some evil man. Exciting stuff.
I never had the chance to indulge my fantasy in school; most of the guys were too straight, boring, or downright creepy. Not even in college, although there were one or two guys I had sex with. But once I got a job, my own place, and learned about the internet I was ready to go.
I surfed the net constantly, marveling at all the material out there. All kinds of stuff, from outfits to bonds to whips to whatever. And examples abounded; thousands of photos and videos. I made a few discreet purchases; once the packages arrived I was all set.
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Friday night, after work. A nice leisurely supper, followed by a hot shower and hot coffee. I had prepared the day before by filling a small Tupperware container with water, tying the handcuff keys to a length of string, putting the keys in the container, and sticking it in the freezer; the idea is that you can't get free until the ice melts. It's a common method for self bondage, which is what I was about to do.
After I finished my coffee I retrieved the container from the freezer and headed into the bedroom. I stripped down to my panties, then sat down on the bed. I had tied lengths of rope to the footboard and headboard and tied a pair of handcuffs to each of them. I locked one pair around my ankles, then set the container on the floor next to the bed and tied the other end of the string to my thumb. Next I put a vibrator down the front of my panties so that it was up against my pussy, then strapped a ball gag into my mouth and slipped a sleep mask over my eyes. I switched the vibrator on and laid back, locking my wrists in the second pair of handcuffs above my head.
Now all I had to do was lie back and enjoy the ride. I tried the cuffs; no give. I couldn't get my hands or feet free or pull my hands down far enough to get the blindfold or gag off, let alone reach the vibrator. I relaxed and laid back to wait, while the vibrator did its work.
It worked all too well. I was aroused, nipples hard, pussy wet, flushed, and breathing heavily as it brought me ever closer to the edge. I resisted, trying to hold back, but it was relentless; finally I climaxed with a shudder.
It seems I miscalculated. I was sure the ice would be melted in a few minutes; wrong. I tugged at the container; nope, still frozen. The vibrator kept right on humming; I could not escape it, no matter how I wiggled and squirmed. I climaxed again. And again. And again ...
I was exhausted, sweating, panting, chest heaving; still the damn vibrator kept right on humming. If I ever catch that Energizer bunny I'll kill him for sure. And still the damned ice wasn't melted. I screamed, moaned, pleaded, whined, and whimpered, all to no avail; my remorseless friend kept right on going.
An interminable time later the keys finally came free and I could pull them in. I had lost track of time, of climaxes; I was exhausted, spent. I got my hands free, then immediately pulled the vibrator out and switched it off. Finally; I lay back on the bed and immediately dropped off to sleep.
In the morning I finished freeing myself, used the bathroom, then promptly climbed back into bed. Around noon I finally stirred enough to get up, dress, and fix some lunch. While I ate I reviewed the night's events.
First, I had seriously underestimated both the length of time it would take to melt the ice and the strength of the batteries in the vibrator. If anything had happened, well, I would have been in deep trouble. As it was I was still weak and sore from it. On the plus side I had had at least ten and possibly as many as fifteen climaxes; I didn't really know, but I never dreamed I could be pleasured for that long. Wow.
I spent the rest of the day lounging and surfing the net; no more for me for a while, thanks.
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I had been poking around on the net when something caught my eye; I read it and found it intriguing. In retrospect I probably should have been more cautious, but I wasn't thinking that far ahead.
There was a wooded area near where I lived, about ten minutes away by car. It was privately owned, but not posted, so I didn't think anyone would mind if I had a little fun there.
A nice warm sunny Saturday afternoon; I put my things in the car and drove out there. I had Googled it; there was a cabin at the end of the road. About halfway up the road was a little trail which wound through the wood past a pond to the cabin; that would be perfect for what I had in mind.
I parked my car where the trail met the road. I figured I would have the place to myself; I had been here a couple of times before and never saw anyone here. (The fact that the trail's existence implied that it was in use didn't enter my head.) I had both sets of car keys with me; I took one set and headed up the trail. By the pond I found a particularly large tree; I tied a loop of string to the keys and hung them on a low branch, then headed back to my car.
Back at the car. After a look around to make sure I was alone I opened the trunk, undressed, and laid my clothes in the trunk. One pair of handcuffs connected by a short chain went around my ankles; I could only take baby steps now. Another pair of handcuffs was locked to a chain around my waist behind my back. A leather gag with a thick insert went into my mouth; a padlock secured it. Weighted clamps went on my nipples; a lubed dildo into my pussy, secured with another chain through my crotch and locked to the waist chain. Just to add a little more spice I hung a sign around my neck; it read "If you can catch me, you can have me." Almost ready.
I checked to make sure that I had all the necessary keys to the bonds, then laid them in the trunk. I locked the car, then put the car keys in the trunk as well. A last check; I shut the trunk. I reached around to the handcuffs behind me, then locked my wrists in them. All set.
I tested everything; all secure. I was naked, hobbled, hands locked to my waist, penetrated, nipples clamped, and gagged. Totally at the mercy of anyone who happened along; my nipples hardened at the thought of someone finding me this way. The only way I could get free was to walk to the tree, retrieve the car keys, and walk back to the car. I walked around the car for a bit, savoring the moment, then set off up the trail.
First lesson; a day which seems merely warm when you're fully clothed can be really hot when you're naked. By the time I was halfway up the trail I was sweating profusely and on my way to a good sunburn. Memo to self; next time, lots of sunscreen.
More education; a trail which is easy to walk when your legs are free and you're wearing shoes may not be so easy when you're barefoot and hobbled. I fell half a dozen times on the way; on my butt, my side, my face. I was thoroughly dirty and scraped up by the time I got near the pond.
I froze; someone was coming down the trail toward me. My heart started pounding; I could hear him walking steadily along. I scurried off into the bushes and peeked out; there were the keys, but could I get them before whoever it was came into sight?
No. He came into sight; a young man, early thirties. Medium height and build, short sleeve cotton shirt, cargo pants, hiking boots. Clean shaven, nice face. Brown hair and eyes. I ducked out of sight as he approached, praying that he didn't see me.
The keys! He spotted them and walked over to them, then looked around. Oh my God; suppose he took them? I would have to follow him, put myself at his mercy. My knees went weak and my heart sank; I was frantic, near panic. Please leave them; please don't take them; please don't find me ...
He took them off the branch and looked around; I nearly buckled. No, you can't take them! Please don't take them; please put them back. I willed him to put them back, prayed for him to replace them, to leave me in peace.
