Anja's extreme selfbondage (f-self, Ff)

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Anja's extreme self-bondage -
stupid, r eally, really stupid.
Info: This is a translation of a story I wrote in 2016. I used a software for this translation. My English is not good enough to correct probable errors. Please excuse.

Anja was an accountant. That wasn't just a job title, it was a description of her personality. She never did anything rash, she thought first and then acted. She planned every detail, thought about it. When she went abroad on holiday, which was actually too rare for her liking, she informed herself as thoroughly as possible about her destination. So thoroughly that she could have worked as a tour guide there.
And she had also planned and prepared this weekend, which she wanted to spend at home, thoroughly. This weekend was actually only supposed to be a precursor to an action week, as she called her plan goal in her head. And occasionally she even thought about an even longer adventure.
A few years ago she had enjoyed tying herself up now and again and had let her imagination run wild in such a situation. When she had spoken about it with her boyfriend at the time, he had been horrified. Shortly after that, the relationship came to an abrupt end and Anja had been single again for two years, shortly after her 27th birthday.
Not that she was unattractive. She was a little taller than average, 1.73 m tall and weighed 54 kg. Despite her low weight, she had very pretty B-cup breasts, even if they sagged a little. Her blue eyes framed a cute, not too flat, snub nose and her dirty blonde hair reached down to her shoulders. She went jogging three times a week and once a week she went to a tanning salon to maintain a light tan like she had after a vacation. But she kept both jogging and tanning in moderation, never overdoing it.
She had already started preparing for this weekend three weeks ago, when she bought a weekly timer and a strong electromagnet from an electronics mail order company. As she was leafing through the electronics mail order company's catalog, she also found a magnetic key box, which she ordered at the same time. After delivery, she had extensively tested the timer together with the electromagnet. She found that the magnet could hold a key securely, but only reliably released it if a small weight was attached to the key. Without the weight, the key had still gotten stuck on the magnet on display twice.
On Fridays, her working hours ended at 2 p.m., as her company always had half an hour of work ahead on the other days. So Anja arrived at her apartment at around 2:20 a.m. On the ground floor, she had briefly checked again whether she could safely put the key box through the slot in her mailbox. Only then had she climbed the three flights of stairs to her apartment. The building had five floors, but it was so old that there was no elevator. This didn't bother Anja, because climbing the stairs kept her in shape, and this weekend it was an additional kick. There were two apartments on each floor, a large one and a small one. Anja had lived in an apartment like this for a year.
When she got to the apartment, Anja immediately took off all her clothes and went to the toilet again. She would have preferred to take another shower because the weather was unusually hot and the thermometer had been showing more than 35 degrees for days. Since she wanted a very extreme weekend, she decided against it. She took an anal plug out of a drawer in the bathroom, smeared it with Vaseline and pushed it into her rear hole. Anja had bought this plug in a shop just two days ago and it was a bit thicker than the plug she usually liked to use. Inserting it was relatively difficult and a little painful. Then she went into the kitchen, where all the keys she needed for her plan were on the kitchen counter. Then she put on short shorts, a top and sandals and left her apartment. She went up the two flights of stairs to the top floor. Luckily, the tenants of the large apartment had flown to Spain for three weeks and the apartment had been empty for a few months. On the fifth floor, unlike on the other floors, there were three apartment doors. The middle door gave way to a wooden staircase that creaked terribly with every step and led to the attic. Anja had been to the attic several times in the past few days and had brought several bags with everything she needed for the weekend. The attic was never used otherwise, the only important thing there was the distributor for the satellite system.
Anja took off her sandals and climbed the stairs. She felt the dirt under the soles of her feet, which already excited her a little. When she got to the top, she took off her shorts and top. As she had hoped, it was even hotter and stuffier here under the roof than in her apartment. Naked, she then fetched the bags that had been left there and placed them by the fireplace. She opened one of the bags and took out a chain. She threaded it through the legs of the shorts and the armholes of the top and went with it to a corner of the attic. There she looped the chain around a roof beam and locked it with a padlock that clicked into place. The key for this lock was with the other keys in her kitchen. It was already clear that she could only return to her apartment naked. She also took a cash box out of her bag and hung it on the end of the chain. She put her apartment key in the box and locked it. The key to the box was the one that was in her mailbox. There was a camping toilet in a corner of the attic, which she took out and put next to the fireplace.
She then took a much heavier chain out of the same bag and put it around the fireplace. She took the timer to the satellite system and plugged it into a free socket. Then she took the electromagnet and hung it on a crossbeam quite high up in the beams right next to the fireplace. She plugged the electromagnet's connecting cable into the timer. This would reliably switch the magnet off at 10 p.m. the next day. She hung the key for the chain on the fireplace on the magnet with a small weight.
She put the other end of the chain around her neck twice and secured it with a lock. This limited her possible range of movement to just under 3 meters. And she wouldn't be able to get away from the fireplace before 10 p.m. the following day. Now she took two heavy weights out of another bag that she had already prepared. She had found them at a flea market some time ago. They probably belonged to a dumbbell, like the ones used for weight lifting, and each weighed 10 kilograms. They also had a round hole in the middle, through which Anja had already pulled a chain and fastened it.
In the next step, Anja took handcuffs and leg cuffs out of the bag and put them on. She would have loved to put the handcuffs behind her back, but unfortunately that wasn't possible. The last items from the bags were a small plastic tub, just big enough for her to stand in, two large vibrators and 6 plastic bottles, each containing a liter of liquid. Two of the bottles were marked with red ribbons.
Anja had decided to make this weekend really extreme. So she had collected her urine over the past two weeks. The marked bottles were filled with pure urine, the others with a mixture that was half urine and half water. She looked around again to make sure everything was in place, then she took one of the two marked bottles and opened it. She smelled the bottle briefly, then raised it above her head and began to pour the contents of the bottle first over her hair, then onto her face, and finally over the rest of her body. With her free hand she rubbed the liquid into her hair and face. When the bottle was empty, she waited a moment until nothing was dripping from her body anymore, then she got out of the tub. There was a small slider on the fireplace that was probably used by the chimney sweep. Below the slider was a small pile of ash and dirt from the fireplace. Anja went over there and took some of the dirt, which she also rubbed into her hair and body. She made sure that she rubbed some of the dirt into her now quite wet pussy and pubic hair. Finally, she rubbed some of it into her face.
Now Anja pushed the tub to one side and completed her bondage by connecting the weight chains to the chains of the handcuffs and ankle cuffs. Satisfied, she sat down on the dirty attic, then lay down flat and rolled around in the dirt.
Her plan was to repeat the urine procedure the next morning. She hadn't brought anything to eat with her and the only thing she could drink was the urine-water mixture from the plastic bottles. When the timer released the key the next day, she would unchain the chain on the fireplace. Then she had to go down the 6 flights of stairs to the ground floor naked, dirty, tied up and probably smelling disgustingly, where no one should see her, fish the key for the box out of the mailbox there, and climb the stairs to the attic again. There she could then get her apartment key out of the box and go down to her apartment. She had decided not to take a shower there, but to lie down in bed dirty and smelling.
While she lay there on the dirty floor, she fantasized about what it would be like if a kidnapper were holding her captive. Maybe in an attic or, better still, in a torture chamber or a hole in the ground. It didn't take long before she grabbed one of the vibrators and masturbated. The orgasm she brought on was exactly what she had hoped for. Again and again she put the vibrators in her pussy. In between, she licked the vibrators. She also ran her hand over her pubic area and then wiped her juices across her face. Every now and then she reached for one of the drinks bottles and drank some of the smelly mixture. Each time her body reacted with a sweat and gradually she smelled it too. It was
only after hours that she fell asleep, exhausted and satisfied with herself. There was no light in the attic, or rather she hadn't turned it on so as not to give herself away. The only thing she saw was the green glow of an LED on the satellite distributor.
When Anja woke up the next morning, the sun had already risen. She drank half a bottle, then, as planned, she stood back in the small plastic tub and repeated the procedure of pouring urine on herself. This time it was not so easy because the weight hanging from her handcuffs pulled her arms down strongly. She made a mental note to consider this problem on her next adventure. The day passed slowly and it was again unbearably hot. Anja had no watch and she could not estimate what time it was.
In fact, it was already 6 p.m. when she noticed that it was suddenly getting darker outside. She suspected that the timer would soon release her when suddenly there was a thunderclap. Although Anja could not see the lightning, the sound of the rain pouring down and the constant claps of thunder told her enough to recognize a pretty heavy thunderstorm.
Suddenly she heard the door to the stairs on the 5th floor being opened. Fear ran through her body. She heard voices. Because of the darkness she couldn't see anything but she suddenly noticed that the LED on the satellite system was no longer green but red. At that moment the light in the attic came on. Two rather dim lightbulbs bathed the room in a dim light. Now she heard the voices again. A female voice called: "I'll take a look. The storm probably blew the fuse!"
Then it was quiet again and she heard the same voice say: "What kind of sandals are those?" And then louder: "Hello, is anyone there?"
Anja would have preferred to hide in the furthest corner, but she had no chance. "Hello, who is there? Just answer me," the voice called. Then the steps creaked as someone came up the stairs. Anja first saw a head. She recognized the daughter of the house owner, who lived in the large apartment on the first floor. Anja had spoken to her a few times, but she didn't really know her. She knew that her name was Hellen, that she was a little younger than herself and had probably studied business administration. But that was the end of her knowledge.
Hellen looked around and spotted Anja at first glance. Anja prepared herself for a thunderstorm that would certainly rival the slowly subsiding storm outside. She would probably have to find somewhere new to stay next week. Hellen stared at Anja for a few seconds, then went to the satellite system and pressed a button. The LED lit up green again. Then Hellen went to the stairs and went down them. "So, everything should be working again now," she called down. Anja heard a quiet "thank you" in response.
After a moment, Hellen was back in the attic. With her hands on her hips, she stood in front of Anja. "And what do we have here?" She spoke quietly and calmly. "That's a nice sight."
"I... I," stammered Anja. What should she say?
"Shhhh," said Hellen. "First of all, enjoy the whole thing. You don't see something like that every day." She walked around Anja, looked at everything carefully and pulled on the chain around the fireplace. Then she lifted one of the weights briefly and put it down again.
"Well, I hope you're not trying to tell me that you were attacked and that someone left you like that."
Anja lowered her gaze and shook her head.
"So you did it yourself. That's obvious. Where are the keys?"
"Up here is only the key for the chain that is around the fireplace," Anja explained and pointed upwards to where the magnet with the key was hanging. Hellen reached for the key and pulled it off the magnet.
"And now?" she asked demandingly.
"When I have that, I can sneak down to the ground floor and get the key from the mailbox. With that I can then open the box in the corner and get my apartment key out." Anja pointed into the corner,
"You want to sneak down to the ground floor and back like you are now? The way you smell, all the neighbors want to see who stinks so much. It would be a spectacle, of course. Well, I'll go downstairs and get the key. In the mailbox?"
"Yes, in a magnetic box."
Hellen put the key for the fireplace chain in her trouser pocket and left the attic. She came back a few minutes later. "Phew, it's pretty intense in this heat. Even if it's slowly cooling down a bit after the storm." She went to the corner where the cassette was and came back a moment later with the apartment key.
"Before I forget, first the most important thing," said Hellen and pulled a cell phone out of her pants. She started to take a series of photos of the naked Anja. The cell phone flash blinded Anja. "What's that about?" Anja asked excitedly.
"Just a little leverage," said Hellen. "I want to make sure that everything goes the way I want it to. Now I'm going to go get the other keys from your apartment. Where can I find them?"
Anja was desperate. She was at the mercy of this woman. She could blackmail her with the pictures. If a picture like that turned up at the company, she would have no choice but to quit and emigrate. "On the kitchen counter."
Hellen left the attic again and came back a few minutes later. Although there were far fewer stairs to her apartment, Anja felt as if Hellen had taken longer to get there than she had to go to the ground floor. Hellen had a small plastic bag in her hand when she returned. "I have everything we need. Come on, let's go." She leaned over to the chain around the fireplace and undid the lock. She took the chain in her hand and pulled on it. Anja struggled to get to her feet and tried to follow Helen. But the shackles were a hindrance and the weight that was attached to the shackles with a short chain also played its part. Anja promptly stumbled and fell flat on the floor.
"Tramp," said Hellen, but she waited until Anja could get up again. Then Anja had to carry the weight on the ankle cuffs in one hand and the other with the other hand. She was strong, but the two weights were almost too much for her. "I don't understand why you're acting like this. You had planned to sneak down to the ground floor with the two weights without anyone noticing."
"That's right," admitted Anja, "I must have completely misjudged it." The stairs from the attic to the fifth floor were almost too steep and she could hardly manage to climb down them. Hellen pulled Anja mercilessly behind her.
"Why don't we go to my apartment?" wondered Anja.
"It's far too cramped for me at your place," said Hellen. "I still have a lot planned for you."
They continued down the stairs like this until they reached Hellen's apartment on the first floor. Hellen pulled Anja into her living room. There Anja had to stand with her back to the door. Hellen threw the chain that was still hanging around her neck over the top of the door and wrapped it twice around the door handle. Anja was forced to stand upright at the door. Hellen took the weights from her and put them on the floor.
She then took a high-quality camera out of a cupboard and took another series of photos of her captive. This time she also took detailed pictures, especially of Anja's upper body with its slightly sagging breasts and smeared face, but also of her pubic area. When she was done, she took the memory chip out of the camera and put it in her laptop, which was lying on the table.
"Just so you know: The pictures are now in a private area on a file server. If you cause problems, it's a small thing to release the photos so that everyone on this planet can download them and admire you in all your beauty. By the way, I'm not doing this to embarrass you, but only as a means of pressure. There will also be a video confession, which we will also record. In it you will explain exactly what happened today. The pictures and the video confession ensure that you belong to me. Clear?"
Anja nodded. She was aware that this woman could do whatever she wanted with her.
Hellen turned the laptop over on the table and aligned it precisely. The notebook had a camera in the frame and Anja could see herself on the monitor. "Count from 1 to 10 once so I can adjust the volume," she ordered. Anja saw that she had no chance and counted slowly and clearly from 1 to 10.
"Good, then we can begin," explained Hellen. "I will ask you questions and you answer them. And clearly and only the truth, no lies. Otherwise you will be able to find your photos halfway across town tomorrow morning."
"Tell your name," Hellen demanded.
"My name is Anja," she said.
"Last name?"
"Bergheim. Anja Bergheim."
"Place of residence?"
"Jüchen, Hansastrasse 14."
"There, it works. Birthday?"
"March 17, 1990."
"Occupation?"
"Accountant."
"Where?"
Anja was silent.
"Where?" Hellen asked much more sharply.
"Marbach GmbH."
"Height and weight?"
"1 meter 73, 54 kilos"
Then Anja had to describe exactly how she had tied herself up the day before. When she got to the place where she had poured urine over herself, Hellen commented: "You can still smell it. You stink like a polecat."
Later, Anja said that she had made a mixture of water and urine and that this mixture was all she had drunk the whole time.
"You really have an imagination," said Hellen. "I would never have thought of that. How many bottles did you drink?"
"3 bottles," said Anja. Hellen laughed.
Next, Anja had to tell about the fantasy she had had there. Anja said that she had imagined that someone had caught her and was keeping her as a slave. She would have to work in a mine and would be abused and humiliated by her kidnapper at night. He would repeatedly whip her or torture her in other ways.
"I have to say, I like your story," commented Hellen.
Then Anja had to tell the computer how Helen found her. Hellen finally had enough. She sat down at the computer and uploaded the recorded film to the file server.
When that was done, she untied Anja and had her sit on a kitchen chair. But she did not remove the chain from Anja's neck, although Anja had long feared that the chain would leave clearly visible marks on her neck. Instead, Hellen reached under the chair from behind to Anja's ankle cuffs and connected the chain to the ankle cuffs. Only then did she remove Anja's handcuffs and take the weight off her. To do this, she put Anja's hands behind her back and tied her hands to the heavy chain there.
Hellen briefly left the living room and went into her bedroom. After a few moments she came back with a black object that she held in front of Anja's mouth. Anja realized that it was a penis gag. She definitely didn't want this object in her mouth, but Hellen grabbed her right nipple and twisted it so hard that Anja howled in pain. Hellen took advantage of this moment and pushed the penis gag between her teeth.
"You'd better do what I tell you," said Hellen. "Otherwise it will only hurt more. Besides, I don't have anything bad planned. I just have to write something on the computer now and I have to concentrate. There's no point in you babbling and begging me to let you go."
Then she sat down at the table with the laptop and started typing like crazy. Sometimes she stopped suddenly and seemed to be thinking. Anja couldn't possibly say how long it took. In fact, it took Hellen an hour and a half to finish. Then she turned on a printer and printed out the mess twice. Only now did she turn to Anja again.
"So, so that you can see clearly: From now on you are my property. You will immediately and completely obey every order I give you. I will do whatever I want with you. As long as you are obedient, the film and the photos will be kept safe and nobody will see them. If you try to run away or take any other action against me, whatever - I don't think I need to say anything more. I will now free your right hand and you sign this." With that, she put the two printouts on the table in front of Anja, along with a ballpoint pen. Then she went around the chair and freed Anja's right arm. She leaned forward as far as she could and saw for the first time what she was supposed to sign. At the top was a bold heading:
"SLAVE CONTRACT"


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