NOTE: this story is FULLY fictional in EVERY way! If this was real life our protagonist would have left herself an emergency mechanism of escape. Please stay safe.
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Well I had finally gotten up the courage to do some self-bondage, but things didn't turn out the way I had planned! This is that story. We need a little extra bit of story before the story to explain why what happened.
My husband has been interested in various bondage and kink fantasies since when I first met him. We have done a few bondage games, including one where he tied me up and then just left me there and went to go play on his computer. At first, I was pissed at him, leaving me in such an aroused state. Moments later I felt like he had just tricked me, so he could go play his internet games, but soon enough he came to visit me. He had only come to visit me to make sure that I was going to stay aroused though. He added some "Liquid V" to my clit and just walked off to his computer room again. About ten minutes later when the V had worn off he came back again, this time he placed a large rabbit style dildo in me but didn't turn it on. Ten minutes later he came back to add some more V and turn on the vibrator deep in the device and push it back in me since I had accidentally wiggled it out (this time he placed a heavy pillow in front of it to hold it in). He added a ball gag and left. My husband knows that deep vaginal vibrations do nothing for me, so turning on the vibrator didn't add much but it had added something.
Ten minutes after that, like clockwork, he came back in and added a blindfold, some more V and turned on the rotating beads in the rabbit along with the clit vibrator, then just left AGAIN. Within moments I was writing and cursing into my ball gag, riding a huge orgasm. I didn't even know he was standing over me until I had come down from my orgasm and started to panic because of the over stimulation of the dildo that I could not dislodge. He had known this would happen and he immediately pulled out the dildo, added some more V, and left AGAIN. Now I was pissed, here I was, tied spread eagle to the bed, trapped, totally un-aroused post-orgasm, gagged and blindfolded (which was no fun anymore and my jaw was starting to hurt), My own juices were dripping down and drying uncomfortably on my butt. I grunted into my gag for about a minute, trying to get my jerk husband to come over and free me.
This is the moment when I found out about MY bondage fantasy. I told that entire story to tell you this, as I started to calm down from my grunting temper tantrum, I started hearing every sound in the room. I heard the neighbor's car start, someone else mowing their lawn, my husband now downstairs in the kitchen, and then I heard the front door bell. Upon hearing the doorbell, I became very aware of myself, my vulnerability, my easily accessible sopping wet sex. Once micro-moment earlier I had no desire for sex, having just cum so hard, but all of a sudden, I was aroused in a new and terrifying and fantastic way.
I thought of what I must look like to someone standing next to the bed. I realized ANYONE could be standing next to be bed, and I would have no control over it. I was still blindfolded, so honestly, I didn't truly KNOW that there was no one there. The fact that I suspected that there was no one there did nothing to tone down my sudden embarrassment and thrill of the idea that there COULD be someone there. I thought of my husband letting the mailman in to see his handiwork, or maybe some neighbor. My thoughts immediately became more devious, I began to daydream of a total stranger sneaking in the back door and finding me. I thought of some neighborhood teen breaking in to steel some jewelry and instead finding me and whispering in my ear "Guess who" before pressing himself into me. I could imagine hearing the whisper, and not being 100% sure that the voice had not been my husbands, but instead suspecting that it was some stranger, but not being sure.
These thoughts drove me into a state of arousal I had never felt before. I wanted to be discovered, I wanted to be found vulnerable and wet, by anyone. I had just discovered the fantasy that would fill my dreams and daydreams for years to come. To be discovered in a state of heightened arousal by a total stranger. Used without permission all while being willingly mentally (but without a choice in the matter) and giving myself to them sexually.
My husband never knew of my fantasy, from that day I told no one, but I daydreamed about it every now and then. I would daydream about being found and used or found and wrapped up in a large suitcase and stolen away from my home to be sold to some rich man for his use. I dreamt of not knowing who was there using me. There were times when my husband was not home that I would hide myself away in a closet like a discarded toy, put some "Liquid V" on my clit, a vibrator in me and wrap my hands and ankles all together in front of me, holding onto the loose end so I felt tied up. I would eventually orgasm from the V and vibrations, without even touching myself. There was also a time, on a date with my husband, which I had thought of tying myself up for him and letting him find me. We were in a restaurant and my husband was talking about boring things like work or computer games or something and I was daydreaming. He never knew it, never guessed that I was wiggling my ass, pressing my sex down onto the hard seat. On this date was the first time I have ever cum unaided, well almost unaided (there is something to be said about a pair of tight jeans that fit "perfectly" where the four seams in the crotch area all come together at the hard nub of jean material, and that nub rests right under your clit when sitting). True deep-down fantasy aside I realized that I wanted to tie myself up to be found and used by my husband, but not be able to know if was truly him or not. I devised a plan.
Anyways it's time to get to the actual story that I'm here to tell you. I'm telling you this story from the self-narrative viewpoint, I didn't know most of what I'm going to tell you when it was happening, but I've pieced together most of it by now.
I had decided during that orgasmic bliss on that date months ago to tie myself up for my husband to find. I wanted to have as much sensory deprivation as possible so that I would never truly know if it was him or not. This way I could imagine it being someone else. The problem was I could never get up the nerve to go through with it. There were a couple of times that I had woken up early on a weekend or holiday and snuck out of bed to grab some supplies before crawling back under the sheets. I blindfolded myself, gagged myself, lubed myself up really good, and tied my ankles and hands together with a knot I had learned on the internet that I could not undo myself. I would daydream about whatever fantasy came to mind until he would wake up, find me bound next to him, ravage me, and then leave me there still tied, dripping on the bed (I would protest when he tried to untie me right away). These morning fillings didn't give me what I wanted, and I knew that I needed to do it all the way or nothing, full spread self-tie, blindfold, ear and nose plugs, and ball (maybe ring) gag!
Well last Friday I finally made the decision to do it. I sent my husband out to the hardware store to get some things, knowing that he probably would get side tracked as usual and not come home for at least 2 hours. I told him that I was going out with the girls for the day. My husband suggested that we bug bomb the house, but I explained to him that I might come home for lunch so that would not work. My plan was to be tied up for him when he came home from the store with the requested items: duct tape, two 2" dowels cut to 4 and 5 feet, 4 eyelet screws, 100 yards of nylon rope; hoping he would figure out a use for them some other time. I hoped that he would dream of tying me up the entire time he walked around the hardware store.
As soon as he had left I went to work setting everything up (*I* had already been to the hardware store after all). I took 4 eyelet screws and screwed them permanently (with gorilla glue) into the bedposts (as a sign of my never-ending desire for bondage) just below the mattress to hide them during daily use. I took a quick shower and shaved every inch of my body from head to toe (except my scalp hair and eyebrows), another sign of my submission. I cleaned out my rear end a few times over the toilet in case my husband got creative later. I oiled up my entire body with this vanilla flavored oil my stripper friend gave me, gives the skin a long lasting healthy shiny sheen. I got every sex toy we had out of the drawer and placed them all on bed between where my knees would be when I was tied spread. I laid out a handwritten note, 4 ear plugs, my new ring gag over-the-head harness, a blindfold that snapped to this harness, and 4 self-locking leather cuffs. I added to the pile 3 color coded small padlocks and all the various lock's keys. I wanted to make sure that there was no way I could wank myself off without help so the liquid V stayed at the bottom of the bed with all the other toys, out of my reach.
I began by separating all the keys that I had. Ankle cuff keys went down between my legs along with the two small padlock keys I had marked with red. The blue small padlock key and the key to one of my wrist cuffs went on the bed near where my right waist would be. I now measured out the 5 lengths of rope I would need for the spread tie.
Since my brand-new ring gag harness ring was a little small (still big enough for most men to fit through) I decided to put it on now to enjoy it while I worked. This harness was a difficult thing to figure out for the first time since it held my jaw up by going over the head and behind the head. These straps were so that the mouth was rigid, could not be closed (because of the ring) and could not be opened (because of the various straps). Once it was on there was no way to open or close the mouth or dislodge the ring. I would need a mirror to put on the harness. I went into the bathroom and admired myself, shiny healthy-looking skin, shaven head to toe, I just wanted to flick my clit right then, but I knew better. After a moment of self-revelry I started figuring out the harness and eventually got it on nice and tight. Another moment's revelry, admiring how just one item could transform me into a bondage slave.
