Tina's Self Bondage, free self bondage stories
My name is Tina, and I am into self-bondage and erotic torment. I love wearing
restrictive clothing; my co-workers might never believe what I usually wear
under my business clothing. After reading some articles on the net, I decided to
put a plan into action I have been considering for some time. I wanted to be
hopelessly bound and relentlessly tormented. The preparations were fairly
extensive - but that's part of the fun.
I have several keyed-alike padlocks and some odd locks. First I opened one of
the odd locks. Then I tied the key to a string and placed the key at the bottom
of a gallon milk jug, filled it with water, and placed it in the freezer.
Next I epoxied a steel ring to one of my vibrators and epoxied the on/off switch
in the high position. Now I was through for the day. I checked the epoxy the
next morning and found that the ring and switch were quite secure and could not
be altered. The key was also solidly frozen in a gallon
sized block of ice.
I began my final preparations about nine o'clock last night. I took an eight
foot length of chain and secured it to a steel ring set that was cemented in the
floor of my basement with a padlock. I cleaned out the area around the ring and
placed an old mattress on the floor. I got an old lamp and plugged it into a
twenty-four hour timer. The light and timer would both be out of reach once I
was secured. Then I turned off the overhead lights.
I went upstairs to my bedroom and dug my bondage belt out of the closet. This
belt has a locking buckle in front and ?O' rings at each side and the middle of
the back. I have a fairly narrow waist and ample hips, so when the belt is tight
there is no way I can remove it by working down over my hips. I secured a short
length of chain from the back ring with a padlock. I pulled the chain between my
butt cheeks through my crotch, snugging it tight to my sex, and secured it to
the locking buckle with another padlock.
Now the only ways out of the belt were to cut it off or use the key. From the
excess length of chain in front I secured my handcuffs (I usually like to cuff
my hands behind me, but tonight I might need to eat or drink so I would need the
use of my hands.) With my hands cuffed, I would be able to reach my mouth and
sex, but could not reach over my head. I left the keys to the padlocks and cuffs
on the nightstand by my bed.
I grabbed a set of extra-long life batteries, vibrator, the odd lock, one of the
keyed-alike locks, a jug of water and some snacks, and the frozen milk jug and
headed down to the basement. I dropped most of the stuff on the mattress. I cut
the very top out of the milk jug and hung it upside down from the ceiling over a
floor drain about five feet from the ring set. I attached the key string to a
string hung from the ceiling so that when the ice melted and the key fell, it
would hang about crotch level - within easy reach. When I cuffed my hands,
however, I would be unable to reach the jug to speed up the melting process.
Next I set the timer on the lamp for 11:00 P.M. (it was about 10:00 at the
time). Then I walked over to the mattress and locked the chain from the ring set
to the ring above my left hip. Now I was stuck. The only release key frozen in a
block of ice and no tools within reach. Even if I didn't carry out the rest of
my plan, I would have to wait until the ice melted to get free.
I put the the batteries in the vibrator and assembled it. As soon as I started
screwing it together it started buzzing loudly. Before I could think about it
too much, I worked it into my already aroused sex and snapped the lock on the
ring to my crotch chain. Finally I cuffed my hands in front. Now I was
completely stuck. I was chained to a ring in the floor and had a vibrator in my
pussy I couldn't remove or turn off. The vibrator I had chosen was about seven
inches long and over one inch in diameter at the base. It had pea-sized bumps
along its length. Quite by accident, the way I had glued the ring on and
inserted it, one of the bumps was positioned right against my clitoris.
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I started to sweat and had a small panic attack. I began testing the belt and
chain in an effort to remove the vibrator or get the belt off, but I had done
myself too well. The only way to turn the vibrator off was to take it apart. To
take it apart, I had to get it out. To get it out, I had to wait for the ice to
melt, get the key from my nightstand upstairs, and unlock the chain. I had
sentenced myself to several hours of sexual stimulation with no hope of relief.
I enjoyed the feelings of resignation and despair that I always get from self-bondage.
I knew I was in serious trouble when I started climaxing after only a few
minutes into my self-imposed ordeal and I panicked again. I struggled with the
crotch chain in a vain attempted to pull the vibrator out a little or adjust its
position. It was in as deep as I had ever pushed it and could only stand it in
that position for a few minutes. Now it was in deep and in to stay for several
I was into my fourth orgasm when the light snapped off leaving me completely in
the dark struggling to find a position for my legs and hips that would ease the
pressure on my spasming love tunnel. Time began to crawl now that I had no way
to mark its passing except in my count of orgasms, and no way to be sure if they
occurred every five minutes or every half hour.
I slipped into a kind of sexual fugue marked by orgasms of increasing intensity
between periods of bitter-sweet stimulation. Right after each climax, when my
little clitty was swelled and super-sensitive, that vibrating bump was
stimulating it toward the next peak. I soon lost count of the orgasms and had no
idea of the time.
After some time (minutes? hours?), I began to have mini-climaxes. I would rise
to a peak and slowly slide back down, but not as far as at first. These came
closer and closer together with increasing intensity until I had a SUPER ORGASM
that left me sobbing from its magnitude. I remember believing that the vibrator
had become possessed by some intelligence that knew when I couldn't stand these
and deliberately caused them because they happened at random intervals. The pain
and pleasure centers in the brain are closely related and at some point each
orgasm, instead of giving extreme pleasure, began to cause me intense misery.
I tried using sheer willpower to reduce what was happening in my crotch with
zero success. (An old professor of psychology told me one time, "the mind
rebels, but the body compels!", She was right!)
I tried to drift off to sleep, but each time I was just about relaxed enough to
drop off, that monster shook, rattled, and rolled in my pussy pushing me over
the edge causing me unimaginable misery. I ate nothing and only sipped a little
water. I remember pleading with it to breakdown or the batteries to run down.
Each time I felt a super orgasm building I would curl up in fetal position and
rock mumbling a mantra of, "Please I can't take another one! Oh please not
another one!" Of course I was FORCED to endure it.
I began to worry that I would die from pleasure. Someone would find me hours or
days later. Finally I passed out from sensory overload or went to sleep from
physical exhaustion - I'm not sure which. When I came to, dawn's light was
streaming in the window of the basement. I looked over and saw that the key was
hanging within reach. I half crawled, half stumbled over to it and unlocked the
chain. I stumbled up the stairs my legs weak from the hours of pleasure/pain I
I nearly crawled into my bedroom and snatched the key from my nightstand.
Unlocking the belt, I was finally free of my tormentor. I held it and could
barely feel its feeble stir from the near-dead batteries. I looked in the mirror
and almost didn't recognize my self. There were dark circles under my eyes and
my face was drawn and haggard; but I was smiling!
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Like a person who has been on a ship for some time then gets on dry land and
feels it ?moving', I could still feel my pussy singing. It took several hour for
that feeling to lessen and I can still feel it to some extent. After a hot
shower and a nap, I took stock of my condition. My sex was a little sore and I
had some bruises from struggling against the belt, but that was all. Then I sat
down and typed this up for your enjoyment. After last night, however, I don't
believe I will feel like masturbating for awhile.
I'm wondering how it would be to do this again in a couple of weeks with two
vibrators (one in each orifice). I'm also wondering if I can find some batteries
that will last longer than 7 or 8 hours for them. If I can find some, I'll use a
two gallon jug next time.