01 - Chained in the Dungeon
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By Cindy K
Thursday, April 11th 2002 - 04:51:50 PM
Chained in the Dungeon
About four years ago, when I was 13, I tried my first serious self bondage. I had read stories about how to freeze keys in ice and that sort of thing, but I was always afraid that I would not be able to reach them or that they would get stuck or something like that.
I decided to make a special release mechanism by using a plastic coca cola bottle. I filled it with water, then stood it upright an dangled a chain into it. I then put in in the freezer overnight.
The next day, my mom went to work and I would be alone all day. I took the frozen bottle to our basement. I had some other chains, four padlocks, some duct tape and a pair of handcuffs. Our house is old and there is a small room in the back that used to be a coal bunker when houses were heated with coal. It is dark with no windows and a big heavy solid wood door. It makes the perfect dungeon.
I started by hanging the keys to the padlocks and the handcuff key on a nail outside the door, up almost as high as I could reach. I had all the locks open. I put several strips of tape over my mouth to create a gag. I placed a chain around my feet and locked it with the first lock. I placed a length of chain around my body and locked it with the second padlock. I left a small loop with about four or five links of chain behind my back. I placed the chain from the top of the coke bottle through this loop, then used the third lock to attach the coke bottle to my left hand. I attached the last padlock to the loose end of the chain around my feet and around the chain from the coke bottle - not locked onto this chain, but allowing the chain to just pass through the lock. Finally, I snapped the handcuffs to my right hand and around the neck of the coke bottle. I had done all of this with the room door open so that I could see. Now I used my head to shove it closed. I could not reach the door knob so I was now trapped in total darkness.
I was securely hog-tied and was going nowhere until the ice melted in the bottle. I estimated it would take about four to five hours, but I had no way to judge the passing of time. The room admitted no light whatsoever and even outside sounds were almost completely blocked. The rough concrete floor was cold and damp and I was totally helpless. It was going to be a long four or five hours.
As time went on, I started guessing how long it had been. I estimated one hour, and I was already quite sore. The coke bottle was starting to drip, but there was no movement of the ice at all. I estimated two hours and my knees were in great pain from being bent so long. The ice was starting to rattle in the bottle, but very little. I was very cold. I had worn an old sleeveless leotard that was now a bit small for me and it did not provide much warmth on the cold floor.
I estimated three hours, the ice rattled in the bottle. I yanked on the chain, but no hope of pulling it out yet. An estimated four hours and little progress. Every muscle now ached and I desperately wanted out, but no mercy from the ice. As I estimated five, six and seven hours, the ice continued to melt ever so slowly. My feeling was one of controlled panic. I knew that I was in no real danger, the ice would melt and I would get out, but I did not want to wait. I pulled violently at the wrist chains to try to shatter the ice, but succeeded only at bruising my wrists. I was starting to worry that I would not get free before my mother came home. I now estimated ten hours had passed and that would make it only two more hours before my mother returned. The ice was stubbornly slow to melt.
Finally, when I guessed that eleven hours had passed, I gave one mighty final yank and the remaining ice shattered and the chain came loose. It was now very easy to slide the end of the chain out of the lock it had been placed through and out of the loop of my body chain. My hands were now free. I found it very difficult to straighten my legs after being bent that long. There was intense pain in my knees and shoulders and I was freezing cold. With great difficulty, I stood up, opened the door and retrieved the key. I removed the chains from my ankles, body and left wrist and took the cuffs off of my right wrist and finally peeled off the tape gag.
I then went upstairs and found that my estimated time was off, but not by much. I had spent eight and a half hours in that dark dungeon. At least I had time to spend an hour in a hot bath before my mother came home. It was a day of hell and I swore I would never do anything so stupid again, but by the next day, I had already started planning my next adventure.
Cindy K.
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