Finally, it was the weekend. I had worked hard all week at the office and even nailed the interview for the promotion I've been wanting for 2 years now. I was in a pool of 10 candidates and I was chosen! I was on top of the world, so it's fitting that things would flip upside down later that night.
I said my goodbyes to my fellow coworkers for the day, declined going out for drinks with the other guys and gals of the office, and began walking home. I had my own celebration in mind. Having a 10 minute walking commute to work was nice as it let me clear my head. Another way I would relieve stress was by practicing a little self-bondage. I loved bondage with ropes, but tying yourself is a hard skill to master. I often would settle for classic handcuffs and ankle cuffs to get the job done.
As soon as I got home, I dropped all my stuff on the ground and immediately went into my bedroom. I took the handcuff keys and dropped them in a small bowl filled with water and put it right in the freezer. I then took the cuffs and cleared some space in my living room in front of the tv, so I could roll around on the carpet.
After enjoying a few drinks, I decided it was time to really celebrate. I took my shirt off and then my pants and socks. I was alone in my apartment with nothing but underwear on and soon to be some shiny cuffs. I checked on the key in the bowl in the freezer, and sure enough, it was frozen solid. I took the bowl and set it down on the carpet next to me.
I carefully locked the ankle cuffs on first and then laid flat on the ground. I carefully locked my right wrist and then weaved the cuff around the long chain of the ankle cuffs and locked my left wrist. I was now securely hogcuffed on the floor for as long as the ice would last, which by my estimation would be about a few hours. I had been horny from the moment the cuffs touched my skin, but now that I was truly helpless, I couldn't help but get a bit of an erection.
I laid flat on my stomach and softly humped the carpet. The security of the cuffs and my position on the ground made me feel like I was at the feet of an imaginary Domme. I would imagine her coming in and being pleasantly surprised with her sub, cuffing himself on the floor. How she would then begin petting my head and telling me how good I was for restraining myself for her. I closed my eyes and pictured and moaned softly.
These lovely thoughts were interrupted when I heard a knock at my front door. My heart sank as rarely anyone ever came to my door, and no one had ever tried to accidentally interrupt a self-bondage session. I stayed still and quiet in hopes that they would eventually leave, before I heard more knocking on the door. I continued to stay quiet in hopes that they would leave and come back later, or preferably not at all.
Then I heard the door knob and the lock fidgeting from the outside. Someone was trying to break in!
Fuck
I was in a completely helpless predicament for this potential burglar, and now I was sweating badly and struggling hard in hopes I could maybe still squeeze out of my cuffs. I rolled on my back and lifted my legs in the air, but it was no use.
Who would even consider trying to break in? I had no enemies or pissed anyone off. I decided to move the small ice bowl with the key underneath the coach with my hands, that way it would stay hidden.
Finally, I heard a loud clicking sound, and the door slowly creaked open. I froze in place, not making a noise. Slowly a shadowy figure creeped in. They were dressed in all black. They shut the door behind them and froze themselves when they saw me lying on the floor while hogcuffed.
"Wow... you made this really easy for me," the masked figure said in what sounded like a woman's voice. She walked over to me, and I got a better look at what she was wearing.
She had a black spandex catsuit on with black gloves and black shoes. She also had a black ski mask on as well, so I could only see her dark brown eyes and bright red lips. Her voice sounded a bit familiar. She crouched down right in front of me to get a better look at the predicament I had put myself in.
"Please don't hurt me. Just take whatever you want and leave"
"Well I was just gonna steal some valuables, but you've made getting revenge on you much more interesting."
"What are you talking about?! Do I even know you?!"
"If you don't, we're gonna keep it that way, pretty boy."
She then caressed by face before rolling me back on my stomach. She then began spanking my back and ass.
"OWWW what the fuck?!"
"You don't like a little spanking? You clearly look like someone who's kink freak."
She continued smacking my backside and taunting me.
"This is what you get for stealing that promotion."
"Wait what? You know me from work?!"
There were about 6 women that applied for the same promotion I did, so that narrowed it down a bit. I strained against the cuffs, much to her amusement. She pulled out a roll of duct tape and looked at me with a crooked smile through her mask. She took one of my dirty socks that were still on the floor and rolled it into a ball.
"Open your mouth!"
I turned my head away from her and stayed silent. She then grabbed me by the hair, forcing me to look back at her. I yelped in pain for only a brief moment before she shoved the sock in my mouth. She then took the roll of tape and began wrapping it around my head, covering my mouth several times. I now had now way of speaking or communicating with this tight gag. She got up and began taunting me again.
"I think I'll have a look around the place now. I'm sure you have some valuables laying around somewhere..."
"Mmmmphhh!"
It was no use. I was completely helpless, mostly of my own doing. She still had not found my ice bowl with the key hidden under the couch. I snuck a peak, and I could see the ice had started to melt some. Hearing her rummage through my stuff in my apartment made my blood boil. I wasn't rich, but I had several things that were valuable to me like old records I had collected, classic comic books, and even a cool gaming PC. I had some cash laying around as well, but I decided to play it cool and to try not to piss her off anymore than she already was.
"Oooooh found the rest of your bondage toys. You are a naughty boy with all these aren't you?"
I simply groaned on the ground. When she came out from the other rooms back to me, I could see she had a trash bag filled with some of my valuables, including some of my nicer clothes! Suddenly she took her phone out and began pointing it at me. She took pictures from all different angles including close ups of my tape wrapped face. The worst was when she hit record and started speaking.
"This is what happens to bondage freaks who think they can steal jobs from others. Look at how cute he is though with those nice handcuffs. And the best part, he put them on himself! That's right... Richie likes himself a little self-bondage. He gets off on it. As evident by..."
