...I tug at my wrist chains, knowing I couldn't possibly escape. I feel so helpless. Can't even lift my elbows. I try to turn my head but the cords tied to each side of my gag harness restrict my movements. I know I will have to force my head to the side at dawn in order to see the locks holding my wrists. What if I can't? I must. I have to.
I swallow a mouthfull of acrid liquid only to feel more seeping down the tube through my ball gag. How long will it take for the cubes of frozen piss to melt? I used the whole tray filling the funnel hanging over my bed. Will I have to drink it all before I can get free?
I realize at some point, when the funnel loses enough weight, it will be pulled up by the old antique cuffs tied to the other end of the cord holding up the funnel. I don't know when this will happen, but I know it will and I can't stop the inevitable.
My nipples have finally settled down to a dull ache. I no longer fell the sting of the needles that I jabbed through my nipples and through the holes in the clothes pins. I must admit, it is a nice painfull touch to top off my bondage session...
...Positioning myself on the inflated airbed on my back, I squirmed around and managed to attach the ankle chains to the screw eyes in the respective posts at the foot of the bed. My legs were spread and elevated, just like I wanted them.
I buckled a ball gag in place extra tight. I snapped a clothespin on each nipple. My pussy burned in anticipation, but I knew if I rubbed it I would go off like a roman candle and take the edge off, so I refrained.
This was the moment of no return. I looked around to see if I had forgotten anything. Coffee pot turned off, doors are locked, A/C is set at a comfortable level. Here goes nothing!
I had to lunge to reach the screw eye in the post by my left hand, but I was able to lock the end of the 1’ chain from my wrist cuff to the screw eye with a small padlock. I checked to see that the string from the airbed release valve was in place (it was). With another lunge I was able to lock the end of the 1’ chain from my right wrist to the screw eye with another small padlock and my imprisonment was complete...
...I made sure I had the gag locked on tight because I knew the next step was going to hurt a lot, at least at first. For this all to work, I needed nipple clamps that wouldn’t give up unless they were on the brink of ripping my nipple off. These clamps had small teeth on the end of them that bite into the skin a little bit. They hurt a lot when you first put them on, but since they go on behind the nipple, the pain subsides after a few minutes.
MMmmmmmphph! There’s the first nipple. MMMMMPHPHPPH! There’s the second one. I could swear that it is even stronger then the first. I just sat on my bed for few seconds massaging my breasts and letting the pain go away. Sure enough, after a few minutes, it did and I continued to tie myself up. I attached a rope to an eyebolt on the other side of the room and then threaded it though another eyebolt in the ceiling (old cabins with wood beams come in handy) then down through the D ring on my right elbow cuff, behind my back and then tied it to my left cuff. The idea behind this is when I move to the opposite side of the eyebolt, my elbows will be pulled together. When I back up, it will be easy to move my elbows apart again.
What little slack my elbows had now I used to tie my legs together at the ankle and above and below the knee. With a little effort I grabbed the lock for my cuffs and stood up. I picked up a remote and turned on the bedroom TV that already had a bondage tape running on auto repeat. I tossed the remote onto the bed and looked at the time. 11am. I figured that should be plenty of time to get free and maybe even drive into town and have a bite to eat...
...First of all she took out several items of rubberwear which she began to put on. Long rubber stockings, a full length pair of rubber gloves, a rubber corset and a tight pair of rubber panties. Before pulling the panties all the way up Angie found her favourite vibrator (the one with the remote control) and, after applying some lubrication, slid it slowly into her pussy.
Next out the box came a pair of ankle cuffs which she put on and tightened. By now the excitement inside her was almost too much to bear and it was all she could do to continue. Another item from the box, this time a ball gag. Opening her mouth. Angie pushed the ball in and fastened it behind her head. Not too much more to do now. A pair of handcuffs were next, followed by a large plastic bag and some cable ties.
Angie sat the remote for the vibrator on a table next to the bed and set it to go off in 15 minutes. She also placed the keys on the table near the edge were she would be able to reach them...
...She semi- sat on her bound legs, in her high back, arm-rested office chair. The lasso end continued down between her upper thighs, thru the back of her calves, under and over the ankle cinch, and up to her wrists in back, which were crossed and bound within four circles of slip knot lasso. The belts had been joined and tightly secured around her upper body, above and below her ample breasts. The gag was face cloth stuffing, held in with another scarf.
When Tracy did what she was told, her wrists were but a few inches from her crossed and bound ankles in back of her. The hog-tie was, to say the least, severe. But Tracy 'knew' what she was getting herself into, and John had assured her of a way of escape if she could not manage one herself. Before she slipped her wrists into the four lasso circles, he instructed her to hit any right board key to answer 'yes,' and left for 'no.' Even though reaching the keys with her nose was difficult, Tracy managed to do so in the minutes that followed. Every time she did, the crotch rope tightened considerably, sawing at her wet crevice, which, in turn, produced its desired effect. Nose typing also tightened the lasso loops around her wrists, a result she hardly noticed at first, but later realized and appreciated without concern. ‘Wow, I really feel tied up.’...
