Trapped in my own Self-Bondage ( F/F )
Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2024 6:46 am
This particular story was fully inspired by a video i saw on-line, and i'll say no more about the contents of that, as it is all described below. Although i have 'adapted' it to suit my own 'kinks.' For example, the captive lady in said video has bare legs, but all of you who know me, will i'm sure guess that her legs will be covered in my story! And you all know what by.
At last, I was alone in the house. Only just now the taxi had departed taking my young lodger, Anna Wilkinson, to the railway station, she was off to spend the weekend with her parents. Time for some serious self-time, doing something I’d fancied for ages, but now for the first time since I’d acquired the necessary equipment, I had the opportunity to indulge in. In what, I hear you all ask? Well, I was going to imprison my body to my own bed, I wanted to try a bit of self-bondage.
I walked into my bedroom, dropping the satin dressing gown on the floor, as I selected a sexy suspender belt, manufactured from the same utterly delicious material, sliding it up and over my shapely, if I say so myself, legs into position around my waist. Then I took hold of a pair of very sheer nylon stockings, nothing like tasty lingerie to get in the mood, eh? Being very careful how I fitted them but succeeding in doing so without damaging them at all. So far, so good, then. This being the extent of any clothing that I’d be adorned in.
Some of the aforementioned ‘equipment’ was already fastened to the bed. Each of the bed’s wheels either side of the luxury headboard had a length of solid metal chain attached, long enough to reach my wrists when I’d assumed position on my bed, holding me there, but allowing some degree of movement to me, if not enough to permit escape. On the other end of each length a padlock was located, to be used in clamping the ‘D’ ring of a leather cuff to said chain. As I say, these chains were already in place.
Now my bed has no lower bed frame at all, but I’d solved that little problem. Each of the wheels in the lower corners of the bed also had a chain fitted. These had been locked together in the centre, then the two combined chains featured a bond to a spreader bar, after about a metre or so, enough so that said bar reached unto the bed’s surface itself. As normal with such bars, a ring was securely screwed into each end, ready to accept a padlock, which naturally would also clamp onto more ‘D’ rings, on leather cuffs that I’d have put around my ankles.
So, as I opened the rest of my self-bondage kit, emptying it all upon the black satin sheet covering the bed, I checked that everything I wanted to use was there. The four leather cuffs, two for my wrists and two slightly larger ones for my ankles. Tick! Incidentally, these cuffs were the sort that didn’t feature buckles, they had a metal ‘ring’ inserted into the leather. Along the length of the cuffs were ‘slots’ that fitted over said ring and could be securely held there with yet another padlock, using whichever ‘slot’ was necessary to hold the cuff firmly shut around its bearer’s wrist or ankle.
In addition to the cuffs, my kit contained a blindfold, one of those ‘proper’ ones, made of soft leather, but with a foam border mounted all around the edge. Which would slightly compress when the blindfold was over its victim’s eyes, forming a boundary through which no light whatsoever could pass, rendering its wearer totally blind, turning their world into complete darkness. And there was a ball gag, a bright red plastic ball held with a black leather strap, to be placed around and secured to its bearer’s head.
With nervous anticipation coursing throughout my whole body, I climbed onto the bed that I fully intended to imprison myself to. Noting that the keys to all of the padlocks, on a little ring, was definitely present and correct, and I carefully positioned it so it wouldn’t get knocked off the bed and onto the floor. After all, I was alone in this house, and would be for a couple of days. No need for any ‘accidents!’
And I started at that lower end, enclosing my nylon coated ankles with the solid leather cuffs, using the appropriate slot to slide over the metal ring, and then employing the padlock to make sure the cuff stayed where it was supposed to. I’d set it just right, the cuff could move, rotate for example, but there was NO way I could remove it without undoing the lock. Within seconds my other ankle also had an accessory fitted. Time to attach myself to my own bed. I spread out my legs and using two more padlocks bound my ankle cuffs to each end of the spreader bar, respectively. There, I’d started the process. The time to ‘bottle out’ had now passed.
Laying back on the satin covered bed now, I swiftly encoiled both of my wrists in secure leather, making sure that yet again, although the cuff could move a little, it could not pass over my hand, on either side. Nearly there, I just needed to fasten two ‘D’ rings to two chains.
But there was a couple of tasks to perform before I did that. Grabbing the ball gag, I made sure that I bit down on the plastic ball, before firmly tying the strap around my head. I was now effectively silenced. Then I placed the blindfold onto my head, but I didn’t put it into position over my eyes just yet. I would do soon however, don’t worry about that!
However first I imprisoned my left arm, using a padlock to secure the cuff’s ‘D’ ring to the loop on the end of the chain. Three limbs captured, only one to go! Before I did so, now was the time where I removed my own power of sight, placing that very effective blindfold into position over my eyes, making my world turn totally and utterly black. And now I completed my capture by the bed, with feel I managed to successfully padlock the ‘D’ ring of that last cuff to the end of the chain. This was it then, this was bondage. I belonged to my bed, although I reassured myself as my fingers located and felt the keys that were the key, pardon the fully intended pun please, to my escape when I’d had enough.
Something that would quite clearly be some time away, as I simply revelled in the delicious feeling of being bound, helpless and captured. Believe me my pussy was beginning to become quite wet, and I promised myself I use my wand vibrator once I’d decided to release myself. Making a note to myself, I’d need to buy another vibrator, one I could insert within my pussy, the next time I’d chain myself to the bed next time. And make NO mistake, there most definitely would be a next time!
Above all I loved the feeling of not being responsible. You see, my husband had left many years ago, making it quite a struggle to pay the mortgage on my home, one of the reasons why I’d allowed Anna to rent one of my bedrooms. And my job, although well rewarded financially, was very demanding and stressful. It was therefore quite a pleasure to almost be devoid of any freedom, with no decision making required on my part.
But then this rather delicious state of affairs came to an abrupt end. At first, I thought it was my mind playing tricks, as I was sure I’d heard the front door being unlocked and then opened. However, to my utter dismay, next I detected the voice of young Anna, as she cried out. “Are you there, Maria? Bloody R.M.T. have called one of their strikes, and no trains are running this weekend!†( The R.M.T. is the biggest Trade Union in the U.K. representing Railway workers, and have been holding short strikes for some time now, in a dispute over pay. )
Isn’t hindsight such a wonderful thing? For now, with the benefit of that commodity, it’s utterly clear to me what I SHOULD have done in this position. I needed to stay silent and still, not attracting any attention at all. It was likely that Anna would just assume I was out of the house, it had been some time since she had left it herself. I could then have used the keys to release myself and could have claimed to have been asleep in order to justify not having answered her question. But her arrival had shocked me, so that’s not what happened. Oh, no!
Instead, because I was so shocked by Anna’s reappearance I cried out in shock, although gagged as I was it came out almost as a cry of utter despair. Which, in a way it was, but only at the potential embarrassment at the very real possibility of young Anna witnessing me chained to my own bed.
However, Anna is a decent and caring person, and respectful too! There’s no way in normal circumstances that she’d have entered my bedroom uninvited, I was her landlady after all. But she, understandably of course, had come to the conclusion that I was in serious trouble, and so had come bursting into the room, to be confronted by the sight of me confined to bed as it were!
Even now she still believed that I found myself just where I was by somebody else’s hand. “Good God!†Anna exclaimed. “What’s happened here, just who has done this to……†Because she now clocked something, had I not been blindfolded, I’d have seen a rather dirty smile emerge upon her face, as the truth of my position became clear to her. She’d seen the keys lying right by one of my hands. “Well, well, it seems that the answer to my question, is that the person who has put you there is none other you, yourself, are we looking here at a case of self-bondage?†For once I was actually grateful that I was gagged, it gave me a valid excuse not to answer her reasonable question.
Anna moved quickly, taking hold of the keys to my cuffs. “I think it’s probably best if I take charge of these?†Knowing just what that meant I began to panic, crying out as much as my gag would allow. Anna carried out her threat, placing the keys in the top of the stocking on my left leg. Meaning that although I knew where the keys were, I couldn’t reach them. I was now Anna’s complete carnal captive; I was in her hands and until she decided otherwise under her complete control. I WAS NOW HERS!
TRAPPED IN MY OWN SELF BONDAGE
At last, I was alone in the house. Only just now the taxi had departed taking my young lodger, Anna Wilkinson, to the railway station, she was off to spend the weekend with her parents. Time for some serious self-time, doing something I’d fancied for ages, but now for the first time since I’d acquired the necessary equipment, I had the opportunity to indulge in. In what, I hear you all ask? Well, I was going to imprison my body to my own bed, I wanted to try a bit of self-bondage.
I walked into my bedroom, dropping the satin dressing gown on the floor, as I selected a sexy suspender belt, manufactured from the same utterly delicious material, sliding it up and over my shapely, if I say so myself, legs into position around my waist. Then I took hold of a pair of very sheer nylon stockings, nothing like tasty lingerie to get in the mood, eh? Being very careful how I fitted them but succeeding in doing so without damaging them at all. So far, so good, then. This being the extent of any clothing that I’d be adorned in.
Some of the aforementioned ‘equipment’ was already fastened to the bed. Each of the bed’s wheels either side of the luxury headboard had a length of solid metal chain attached, long enough to reach my wrists when I’d assumed position on my bed, holding me there, but allowing some degree of movement to me, if not enough to permit escape. On the other end of each length a padlock was located, to be used in clamping the ‘D’ ring of a leather cuff to said chain. As I say, these chains were already in place.
Now my bed has no lower bed frame at all, but I’d solved that little problem. Each of the wheels in the lower corners of the bed also had a chain fitted. These had been locked together in the centre, then the two combined chains featured a bond to a spreader bar, after about a metre or so, enough so that said bar reached unto the bed’s surface itself. As normal with such bars, a ring was securely screwed into each end, ready to accept a padlock, which naturally would also clamp onto more ‘D’ rings, on leather cuffs that I’d have put around my ankles.
So, as I opened the rest of my self-bondage kit, emptying it all upon the black satin sheet covering the bed, I checked that everything I wanted to use was there. The four leather cuffs, two for my wrists and two slightly larger ones for my ankles. Tick! Incidentally, these cuffs were the sort that didn’t feature buckles, they had a metal ‘ring’ inserted into the leather. Along the length of the cuffs were ‘slots’ that fitted over said ring and could be securely held there with yet another padlock, using whichever ‘slot’ was necessary to hold the cuff firmly shut around its bearer’s wrist or ankle.
In addition to the cuffs, my kit contained a blindfold, one of those ‘proper’ ones, made of soft leather, but with a foam border mounted all around the edge. Which would slightly compress when the blindfold was over its victim’s eyes, forming a boundary through which no light whatsoever could pass, rendering its wearer totally blind, turning their world into complete darkness. And there was a ball gag, a bright red plastic ball held with a black leather strap, to be placed around and secured to its bearer’s head.
With nervous anticipation coursing throughout my whole body, I climbed onto the bed that I fully intended to imprison myself to. Noting that the keys to all of the padlocks, on a little ring, was definitely present and correct, and I carefully positioned it so it wouldn’t get knocked off the bed and onto the floor. After all, I was alone in this house, and would be for a couple of days. No need for any ‘accidents!’
And I started at that lower end, enclosing my nylon coated ankles with the solid leather cuffs, using the appropriate slot to slide over the metal ring, and then employing the padlock to make sure the cuff stayed where it was supposed to. I’d set it just right, the cuff could move, rotate for example, but there was NO way I could remove it without undoing the lock. Within seconds my other ankle also had an accessory fitted. Time to attach myself to my own bed. I spread out my legs and using two more padlocks bound my ankle cuffs to each end of the spreader bar, respectively. There, I’d started the process. The time to ‘bottle out’ had now passed.
Laying back on the satin covered bed now, I swiftly encoiled both of my wrists in secure leather, making sure that yet again, although the cuff could move a little, it could not pass over my hand, on either side. Nearly there, I just needed to fasten two ‘D’ rings to two chains.
But there was a couple of tasks to perform before I did that. Grabbing the ball gag, I made sure that I bit down on the plastic ball, before firmly tying the strap around my head. I was now effectively silenced. Then I placed the blindfold onto my head, but I didn’t put it into position over my eyes just yet. I would do soon however, don’t worry about that!
However first I imprisoned my left arm, using a padlock to secure the cuff’s ‘D’ ring to the loop on the end of the chain. Three limbs captured, only one to go! Before I did so, now was the time where I removed my own power of sight, placing that very effective blindfold into position over my eyes, making my world turn totally and utterly black. And now I completed my capture by the bed, with feel I managed to successfully padlock the ‘D’ ring of that last cuff to the end of the chain. This was it then, this was bondage. I belonged to my bed, although I reassured myself as my fingers located and felt the keys that were the key, pardon the fully intended pun please, to my escape when I’d had enough.
Something that would quite clearly be some time away, as I simply revelled in the delicious feeling of being bound, helpless and captured. Believe me my pussy was beginning to become quite wet, and I promised myself I use my wand vibrator once I’d decided to release myself. Making a note to myself, I’d need to buy another vibrator, one I could insert within my pussy, the next time I’d chain myself to the bed next time. And make NO mistake, there most definitely would be a next time!
Above all I loved the feeling of not being responsible. You see, my husband had left many years ago, making it quite a struggle to pay the mortgage on my home, one of the reasons why I’d allowed Anna to rent one of my bedrooms. And my job, although well rewarded financially, was very demanding and stressful. It was therefore quite a pleasure to almost be devoid of any freedom, with no decision making required on my part.
But then this rather delicious state of affairs came to an abrupt end. At first, I thought it was my mind playing tricks, as I was sure I’d heard the front door being unlocked and then opened. However, to my utter dismay, next I detected the voice of young Anna, as she cried out. “Are you there, Maria? Bloody R.M.T. have called one of their strikes, and no trains are running this weekend!†( The R.M.T. is the biggest Trade Union in the U.K. representing Railway workers, and have been holding short strikes for some time now, in a dispute over pay. )
Isn’t hindsight such a wonderful thing? For now, with the benefit of that commodity, it’s utterly clear to me what I SHOULD have done in this position. I needed to stay silent and still, not attracting any attention at all. It was likely that Anna would just assume I was out of the house, it had been some time since she had left it herself. I could then have used the keys to release myself and could have claimed to have been asleep in order to justify not having answered her question. But her arrival had shocked me, so that’s not what happened. Oh, no!
Instead, because I was so shocked by Anna’s reappearance I cried out in shock, although gagged as I was it came out almost as a cry of utter despair. Which, in a way it was, but only at the potential embarrassment at the very real possibility of young Anna witnessing me chained to my own bed.
However, Anna is a decent and caring person, and respectful too! There’s no way in normal circumstances that she’d have entered my bedroom uninvited, I was her landlady after all. But she, understandably of course, had come to the conclusion that I was in serious trouble, and so had come bursting into the room, to be confronted by the sight of me confined to bed as it were!
Even now she still believed that I found myself just where I was by somebody else’s hand. “Good God!†Anna exclaimed. “What’s happened here, just who has done this to……†Because she now clocked something, had I not been blindfolded, I’d have seen a rather dirty smile emerge upon her face, as the truth of my position became clear to her. She’d seen the keys lying right by one of my hands. “Well, well, it seems that the answer to my question, is that the person who has put you there is none other you, yourself, are we looking here at a case of self-bondage?†For once I was actually grateful that I was gagged, it gave me a valid excuse not to answer her reasonable question.
Anna moved quickly, taking hold of the keys to my cuffs. “I think it’s probably best if I take charge of these?†Knowing just what that meant I began to panic, crying out as much as my gag would allow. Anna carried out her threat, placing the keys in the top of the stocking on my left leg. Meaning that although I knew where the keys were, I couldn’t reach them. I was now Anna’s complete carnal captive; I was in her hands and until she decided otherwise under her complete control. I WAS NOW HERS!