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Terri & Jennifer (1/8) [f ff bd cons]
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Someone requested a repost several of the tj series. I don't
have 9 but I'm posting what I have. Apoligies if someone else
reposted and I missed it. Didn't write it, just posting.
Here is part 1 of 8 of the Terri and Jennifer series that I have.
These are the only eight parts that I have. I will not repost
them, I will not e-mail them and I will not ftp them anywhere
unless I made a mistake.
THE ADVENTURES OF TERRI AND JENNIFER
CHAPTER ONE
THE BEGINNING
I don't consider myself beautiful, but I do turn the heads
of the boys around me. I have shoulder length brown hair and
blue eyes, stand about 5'7'' tall and and wear a 38C bra.
I never considered myself kinky or different but I have
always liked to wear sexy lingerie under my clothes and recently
started to wear leather clothes and lingerie. Also, I have an
extensive collection of high heels and boots that I wear to work
and around the house. I love to "Dress for Pleasure" to please
myself first.
The subject bondage and restraint has always intrigued me.
I have always seen my self in the role of the bound and gagged
heroine on TV. The thought of losing your freedom through
bondage sends chills up and down my body. If I could only find
that special someone to share this fun with. Until then, I had
to find an alternative.
I got started on self-bondage when my girlfriend Jennifer
gave me a pair of handcuffs as a joke at a lingerie party that
she and I had recently attended. Jennifer told me to use them on
my boy friends, but when I got home, curiosity got the best of me
and I tried the cuffs on myself, first in front of me and then
locked behind me. I really liked the feeling of helplessness and
what was even better, was that I had done it to myself. From
then on, I had other ideas for the cuffs, I kept on using them to
tie myself up.
When I could, I picked up as many pieces of bondage
equipment that I could find (ropes, straps, thumbcuffs, etc.).
It became a challenged to see how many ways I could bind and gag
myself and still get out without help. I was hooked on bondage,
namely, self-bondage.
The one problem with self-bondage, is that once you are
bound and gagged, the fun is all gone unless you can find some
way to stimulate yourself. Yes, there is always that thrill of
being bound, gagged and all alone not really knowing for sure if
you can get out, without outside help. However, if you have
devised a foolproof method of releasing yourself and have
practiced it, that thrill is lessened considerably. Someone could
still find you all bound and gagged though.
I feel that bondage and especially self-bondage are very
exciting when something is forced upon you that you can't get out
of, or rid of because of the restraints (i.e. tickling, sex,
spankings, plugs, clothespins, etc.). I have used plugs, nipple
clips and other small items on myself to enhance the feeling of
helplessness, but I was always looking for more.
The other aspect of bondage that is exciting is the
anticipation of something happening or about to happen that you
can not prevent. This anticipation was the one thing that I was
missing for quite awhile in my self-bondage fun (I had not found
that special someone yet to share my fun with.)
Recently, I happened to be looking for ideas in bondage
magazines, at a local adult bookstore. One magazine caught my
eye. It had to do with the subject of enemas. I was never into
"water sports" for my sexually fun, but I thought that I could
use the enema as a stimulator, in some cases of self-bondage.
This particular magazine showed a pretty female with her
hands tied behind her back, legs tied apart at the ankles, and
her mouth gagged with a ball gag, receiving an enema from another
female dressed as a nurse. The story line that went along with
the photo set talked about the bound girl paying for the services
an "ENEMA NURSE." The story showed a willing bondage and
watersports combination.
After reading this story, and seeing the expression of
apprehension and uncertainty on the face of the poor bound girl
receiving the enema, I began to fantasized that if you are
tightly bound and gagged and are about to receive an enema that
you can't stop and then you are forced to retain the enema for a
period of time, you would then begin to appreciate the finer
points of bondage (light humiliation, slight, but erotic,
discomfort, etc.) It's like being tied up and tickled, you can't
control it. Since I can't tickle myself when I tie myself up, I
thought I would try and give myself an enema.
The idea that I had for this adventure was to tie myself up,
give myself an enema, and then get out of my bondage without
making a mess all over the place. The planning for this
adventure took about two weeks and this upcoming weekend, I was
ready to give it a try.
The problem that I had to overcome in this situation, was to
be able to give myself an enema at some time period after I had
tied myself up and then be able to release myself after the enema
had come. I also wanted the bondage in such a way, that once I
was tied, there would be no return. I was going to get an enema
like it or not, and I would be forced to hold it until I could
get free.
To make self-bondage more fun you have to have a way to make
the feeling of restraint real. To do this I usually freeze a key
to a lock in an ice cube. This lock is usually used to lock
leather cuffs on my wrists. When the wrist cuffs are locked on,
without the key, they don't come off. The key that is frozen in
the ice cube could also be used to unlock a set of handcuffs or
thumbcuffs that I sometimes use for my bondage fun.
I usually place the ice cube, with the key frozen inside, in
someplace that I can't reach. Usually I hang the key from a hook
in the ceiling. When the ice melts, the key falls to the floor
and I can then release myself. If I have tied myself to a bed or
chair, or have suspended myself, I attach a string to the key and
attach the other end of the string to another hook in the ceiling
above where I am bound. That way when the ice melts, the key
will swing down to where I can get to it. This allows me endless
possibilities for self-restraint. By varying the size of the ice
cube, I can change the length of time spent in bondage.
I used the "key frozen in the ice" technique again in this
situation and I also used the ice method to control the amount of
time before I would receive an enema
CHAPTER TWO
THE ADVENTURE
I started the adventure off Friday night by freezing a key
to my wrist cuffs in a freezer that is in a guest room out behind
my garage. This guest room has a bed, bathroom, and T.V. I also
placed in the room all my bondage equipment that I was going to
use and the special clothing that I selected for the day's fun.
In addition to the key, I also froze a piece of string in a
separate ice tray. I'll explain this in a moment. I was so
excited about the next day's adventure, that I slept with a set
of handcuffs and leg cuffs lock on all night. Come Saturday, the
water was frozen and I was all set to go.
About one o'clock Saturday afternoon, I decided to start my
fun. The first thing I did was to write a short letter
explaining where all the keys that I would be using were, what
they were for, and that I was out in the guest room all bound and
gagged. I then put the letter in an envelope and placed the
envelope on the coffee table with my girlfriend's name on it. I
then called her and asked her if she could come over about nine
o'clock that night, because I had some of her clothes that she
had left over here to give her. I also told her that if I wasn't
home, come on in and wait for me and that I would leave a note
for her on the table in the living room (she had her own key).
My real reason for asking Jennifer over was because this was
the biggest adventure that I had undertaken dealing with self-
bondage, and I didn't want to take any "big" chances (self-
bondage is a big chance all by itself). If something went wrong
with the keys or ice, at least I knew that I would be able to be
rescued later that night. I also have had this fantasy of
someone like my girlfriend finding me all bound and gagged (maybe
it will happen tonight?) It would be very embarrassing and self-
humiliation to say the least.
After the note was placed on the table, I undressed and
wrapped a towel around me and headed out to the guest room,
locking the house as I went (the key to house was out in my
mailbox in the front yard).
When I got to the guest room, I went inside and locked the
door. I then removed the towel and ripped it into small pieces.
I did this so that I wouldn't be able to use it later to cover up
myself.
Once I was nude, it was time to dress for the occasion. In
addition to being fond of leather clothing I recently started to
collect several pieces of latex items. I liked to feeling of
restriction that latex gave me. Today I selected to wear a black
sleevless latex leotard that was crotchless. This leotard was
slightly boned around the waist, had cutouts for my tits, and
zipped up in front.
As I pulled the leotard on, the feeling of restriction was
beginning to make me very excieted. I carefuly pulled my tits
through the cutouts. The cutouts were a little smaller that the
size of my attributs and the latex squeezed the base of my tits
causing them stand out and the nipples to harden. I then
carefully zipped the leotard up. The heavy latex bonning around
the waist gave me a slightly hourglass figure.
This leotard had a special feature in addition to the lack
of a crotch, that I had ordered. At the top of the leotard was a
small rubber hasp that allowed the zipper to be locked in place.
Once the leotard was on, zipped up and locked, the only way to
get is off was to cut it off. With the price that I paid for the
leotard, cutting wasn't the answer. I quickly put a small lock
through the zipped and the hasp. The leotard was now on for
awhile. The key to the lock on the leotard was in my desk drawer
at work. I would have to wait until Monday morning to get the
leotard off.
Locking my clothes on is another little bondage game that I
play with myself. I lock items of clothes on that can't be
removed until I can get to the key. For example, I have locked a
pair of high heels on my feet for the whole weekend. I have gone
to work with a leather corset locked around by waist that had
been on since Friday night. I have even gone as far as wearing a
pair of shoulder length leather gloves that had a small chain
attached to the ends. These small chains were locked to a small
leather collar buckled and locked around my neck. Until I can
remove the collar the gloves stay on. Once I even mailed a
letter to myself that contain a key to a set of locks that were
used to lock the high heels, corset, and gloves on, all at the
same time. The post office took two days to deliver that letter.
Anyway, in addition to the latex leotard, a put on a pair of
thigh-high latex stockings and a pair of white leather thigh-high
boots with 5.5" spiked heels. The boots made walking kind of
difficult and restricted, which was why I choose to wear them.
In the bottom of my left boot was a key taped to the sole. This
key would unlock the ball gag that I was going to use to silence
myself with later. Without the key, the gag and harness would
not come off.
The leotard was crotchless because I intended to wear a
leather chastity belt. This belt had one three inch strap that
went around the waist and a one inch strap that went through the
legs. They both locked in front. Attached to the strap that
went between the legs, was a small butt plug and a vibrating
dildo. The butt plug had a small hole in it and this was where
the enema nozzle would fit.
Next, I locked a set of leather ankle cuffs around each
ankle. I then locked the cuffs together with a twelve inch chain
thus, hobbling my legs and restricting movement even further.
The key to the locks on my ankles, was taped inside my mailbox
out in the front yard along with the key to my house.
Therefore, I would have to wait until dark before I could
walk out to the mailbox and get the key to my ankle cuffs and
also get into my house. I would have to wait until darkness came
so that I would not be seen all bound, gagged, and dressed the
way that I was. It might raise a few eyebrows to say the least!
One other thing that you should note is that with the ankle cuffs
locked on, the boots would not come off, so therefore, besides
being hobbled in high heeled boots all day, I was to remain
gagged for a good part of it.
I was now ready to gag myself. Next to a good dildo, I feel
that a good gag is the most senusal part of the bondage. I
picked up the ball gag and head harness and placed the red rubber
ball between my lips and pulled the straps around my head. I
buckled the straps tightly beneath my hair at the nape of the
neck. The ball was of medium size so it filled my mouth
completely. I then pulled the head straps over my head and
buckled it, also in the back. Finally, I buckled the chin straps
under my chin forcing my mouth to close down on the ball. I was
now gagged very securely. I could make very little sound and my
mouth was useless to work with.
Next, I picked up three small locks and placed one on each
buckle of my gag. Once these locks were in place, the gag and
harness were not coming off without the key (and remember, the
key to my gag is in my left boot that is locked on my foot with a
lock whose key is out in the front, in my mail box).
It was time now to set up the ice cubes. The cube that held
the key to my wrist cuffs, was hung on a hook from the ceiling.
This key had a pre-measured string attached to it. The cube was
hung in such a way that when the ice melted, the key would swing
down to where my bound hands would be and I would then be able to
free myself. The other cube, the one with a string already
frozen into it, was also hung from the ceiling.
To one end of the string, I attached a weight. To the other
end, I attached a wooden clothespin. The clothespin would pinch
the enema hose and thus hold the water back. However, when the
ice melted, the weight would fall, and the force of the weight
dropping would snap the clothespin off the hose and the water
would start to flow. There would be no way to stop the water
without repinching the hose. If I am bound in such a way that I
can not get to the hose, I get an enema.
I was now ready to begin the final steps of my bondage. I
had set up a VCR with about five hours of bondage tapes that
would keep me in the bondage spirit. I had put a timer on so
that it would start twenty minutes after I had tied myself up.
I now filled the enema bag with hot water. Hot water was
used because it would be some time before the ice would melt, and
I did not want a "cold" enema or so I thought. I hung the bag on
a rack and connected the hose to the bag. The bag was suspended
about six feet off the floor to give the water sufficient driving
force for an enema. I then pinched the hose and attached the
clothespin and removed the spring clamp which was holding the
water back. There was no leakage. If the clothespin comes off,
the water would start to flow.
I took one last look around the guest room to make sure that
everything was alright (I did not want more than one surprise
while I was tied up). I had earlier made sure that the room was
locked and that the window shades were pulled. I had left a key
to the guest room door in the envelope that I had left for my
girlfriend to find in case of an emergency.
I now stood in the place where I was going to stand for the
rest of my bondage. I had attached two hooks to the floor spaced
about four feet apart. I stood between these two hooks. I took
two leather straps and attached one to each hook. I then
attached on strap to my left ankle and the other to my right. I
pulled these straps tight, thus spreading my legs apart (they
would only go twelve inches remember, due to the hobbling chain.)
I now picked up a three inch leather collar and buckled it
around my neck. The collar help my head up high and allowed very
little movement. A set of leather wrist cuffs were attached to
the back of my collar by a nine inch chain. The length of the
chain was such that when my hands were locked in the cuffs, they
would be held in the middle of my back. I would be unable to
reach the butt plug or enema hose and stop the enema from
ocurring.
I now put on the chastity belt drawing the waist strap snug.
I then carefully lubricated and inserted the butt plug and the
vibrating dildo. I then pulled the crotch strap tight, locking
it in place. It was not coming off without the key. This key
was locked in the bathroom and the key to the bathroom was out in
the garage. After my hands were free, I would be forced to walk
outside to the garage with the chastity belt still locked on and
the enema held inside, to get the key to the bathroom. This
provided just a little more work for myself and it makes the
bondage deprive me from doing something that I needed to do.
I made one last look at the set up to make sure that when
the ice holding the key to the wrist cuffs melted, they would
swing down to the right place. I had done this evolution many
times before, so I knew that it would work. I was now all set to
go except for a few minor items.
I carefully attached the enema hose to the butt plug. I
made sure that the hose would not come off no matter how much I
struggled. I then picked up two spring nipple clamps and placed
one on each harden nipple. My tits were already getting
sensitive do the way the latex leotard was cut. the leotard had
forced my tits to stick out and up thus causing my nipples to
stay erect.
As the clamps were applied, there was a sharp bite at first,
but after a few moments, the bite lessend to an erotic ache.
There would be no doubt that they were there. Attached to each
clamp, was a six inch spring with a small weight on the end. Any
movement at all, would be compounded by the spring and weight,
thus increasing the stimulation to my nipples and breasts.
I now picked up a set of elbow length kid leather gloves and
placed them on each arm. I found that gloves add to the
difficulty in trying to unlock my wrist cuffs. The leather
gloves make it hard sometimes to find key hole. Again, I had
always been using then in the past so, I knew that I could get
free. It would only take a little "patience".
One last item to add and I was ready for the big moment. To
keep me from bending my body backwards and possibly reaching the
enema hose, I had attached an additional hook to the ceiling
right above where I was bound. To this hook, I had attached an
adjustable leather strap that hung down to the top of my head. I
attached this strap to the D-ring on top of my head harness and
adjusted the strap so my body was held erect.
I was now at that "moment of truth." I slowly reached my
hands around behind me and placed the wrist cuffs, which were
attached to my collar, on my wrists. Before I locked them, I
tried to move around to see if I had been sloppy in any of my
bondage restraints. I also wanted to see if there was anything
that was going to cause me major discomfort or irritaion. Once I
was satisfied of my bindings, I took a deep breath and I locked
the cuffs on. I had gone past the point of no return. I could
have not turned back now if I had wanted to.
CHAPTER THREE
HELPLESSNESS
This is my favorite time in self-bondage. Feeling the last
lock click shut, taking that last chance for freedom away, gives
a rush that is very hard to describe. What if, as I was locking
the last lock I happen to look around at the ice holding my key
to freedom and see it lying on the floor or maybe that the string
was not tied correctly and that I had just sealed my fate for the
next several hours with no hope for escape except for my
girlfriend finding the note. What If!
Before I had started my bondage experience, I had place a
full length mirror in front of me. When I looked in it, I saw a
young girl dressed in black shiny latex and white leather boots,
completely bound and gagged.
I felt just about how I looked. I could not move more than
a couple of inches in any direction. The vibrator was doing it's
job of keeping me very stimulated, and any movement was instantly
transmitted to my nipples through the springs and nipple clamps.
The one thing that I had forgotten, was to look at the
clock. I knew it was in the early afternoon and that was it, and
I also new from experience that I had about two and a half hours
before the ice holding the key to my wrist cuffs would melt. I
did not know however, how long the ice holding the other string
and weight would last. I assumed that it would fall sooner just
because of the additional weight. As it turned out I was right!
After a while, the VCR started and I tried to "relax" and
watch some of my favorite bondage movies. It was hard to
concentrate on the movies with the vibrator going. My mind
started to drift and fantasize. I dreamed that I was some
mistress's slave that was being punished for some small deed that
had not pleased her. I also fantasized that while I was bound
and gagged, my girlfriend walked into the room and found me.
Instead of releasing me, however, she continued to tease me and
tighten my already tight bondage. It was these kind of thoughts
that made the bondage all that more exciting.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE WAIT
Even with the movies and the fantasies, time started to
drag. The muscles in my legs started to get tired and my feet
begin to ache due to my high heeled boots and lack of movement.
My gag seemed to be getting tighter, the ball in my mouth growing
bigger, and my anticipation for something to happen increasing.
I did not know what an enema felt like. I did not try one before
I started. I had only read about one from that magazine that I
had bought and as the time grew closer, my fear for the
unexpected also grew. I was beginning to wonder if I had made a
mistake, but of course it was too late. I was getting to good at
my self-bondage.
From the way that I was tied up, I could only see the piece
of ice that held the key to my wrist cuffs. I could not see the
one that held the string and weight. Therefore, it would be a
surprise when the enema came. I would have a couple of seconds
after the weight dropped before the water started to flow. That
would be my only warning.
CHAPTER FIVE
THE COMING
It had seemed like hours since I had first locked my wrists
behind me. I was half way through the fourth bondage video when
I heard the weight hit the floor. I tried desperately to
struggle to stop the water from flowing (the fun part of
bondage...the struggling against the restraints), but I had
planned my bondage well. I could not reach the hose. I felt the
warm water entering my rear. It was a very strange sensation to
say the least. I suddenly had this building urge to go to the
bathroom but my bondage prevented that. The urge continue to
build as the rubber bag emptied. Finally, after what seemed like
forever, the flow of water stopped.
I had used about two quarts of water thinking that it would
be enough. It was! I was also beginning to think that I had
made a mistake about using an enema as the stimulator, but there
was nothing that I could do now. The enema was being forced upon
me just as I had planned. I would just have to hope that the ice
holding the key to my wrist cuffs would melt soon.
After a few minutes, the combination of the enema, vibrator,
nipple clamps, and the tight bondage got the best of me. The
first wave of orgasm hit me like a brick wall. Then the second
wave hit me. I was in heaven. Had it not been for the head
strap holding me up, I would have collapsed right on the floor.
Slowly, my breath returned and along with my breath, so did the
cramps in my lower abdomen. I also noticed that I was sweating
profusely. I now wanted very much to get out of my bondage, but
looking over at the ice that held my key to freedom, I could tell
that I still had a while to go.
Time at this point really started to slow down. The more I
wanted the ice cube to melt, the slower it seemed to drip. The
feeling in my rear was very uncomfortable and I needed to use the
bathroom NOW! After about fifteen minutes (it seemed like hours)
of standing there with a rear end full of water and a strong urge
to use the bathroom, the ice that was holding my key to freedom,
finally melted and the key swung down to were my hands were
bound. I tried about four times before I was able to unlock my
wrist cuffs. The leather gloves had again done their part.
When my hands were free, I removed the strap that was
holding my head up. I next removed the leather collar from about
my neck. I now very carefully removed the nipple clamps. This
proved to be harder than putting them. As each clamp was
removed, a shock was felt that started at the nipple and ended
between my legs with the vibrator. My nipples were very
sensitive and sore from all the struggling. I finally removed
the leather gloves. I was free from my bondage with the
exception of the hose that was still stuck in my rear, the straps
that held my legs apart and of course the gag.
I now picked up the spring clamp that was lying on the floor
and pinched the hose shut as near the butt plug as possible.
Trying to bend over and concentrate was very hard to do with a
rear end full of water. Once the clamp was in place, I then cut
the hose thus separating me from the enema bag. I then reached
down and unhooked the straps that were attached to my ankle
cuffs. I was now free to walk around the room
CHAPTER FIVE
THE WAIT
My next priority in life was to get out to the garage, where
I could get the key to the bathroom. If you will remember, the
key to my leather chastity belt is locked in the bathroom. I
could not use the bathroom with the chastity belt on and the butt
plug still inserted. I walked over to the door and looked
outside. Walking was very difficult in the high heeled boots and
hobble chain. It was even more difficult with the cramps due to
the enema.
When I looked outside, the backyard was clear so I opened
the door and very slowly started walking towards the garage. I
had no sooner taken three steps (small steps) when I quickly had
to walk back inside. I had heard the next door neighbors talking
on their back porch. They could see my garage from where they
were standing. They were saying something about washing their
car and that they had better start soon. Unfortunately, I would
have to wait for a while until my neighbors were through.
Hopefully, it would be a short time, because I needed to use the
bathroom very bad and my will power was slowly going away.
I went back inside and tried to lie down and see if that
would help relieve the cramps. It did not. My jaw was sore from
the ball gag and all the walking was not helping my poor feet.
The vibrator was still going and I realized that with the
chastity belt locked on, I could not get to it to turn it off.
The stimulation was however helping to ease the pain in my lower
abdomen. So, I just laid there watching the rest of my bondage
movie on the video tape machine.
After a half hour, I checked the backyard again. This time
the neighbors were gone. I once again started towards the front
of the garage. When I got there, I found the key to the bathroom
and started back towards the guest room. It was a long slow walk
to the garage and back (about 200 steps) in boots and hobble
chain. I finally got back to the room and unlocked the bathroom
door. I got the key to my chastity belt, unlocked it, and then
removed it along with the butt plug and vibrator. I then sat
down on the toilet to relieve myself.
I must have been some sight. There I was sitting on the
toilet wearing white knee high leather boots, black latex
stockings, and a red ball gag and black harness, with my ankles
ho bled by a twelve inch chain, trying to go to the bathroom. If
my girlfriend could only see me now.
After I had totally relieved myself, I decided to clean the
room up. I could not go out to the mailbox until it was dark,
which was about another two hours, so I would have to stay
gagged, booted, and hobbled for the rest of the afternoon. If I
had tied myself up in the house, I could have put on a long dress
to hide my boots and outfit, and a hooded shirt to cover up my
gag and then made my way out to the front of the house to
retrieve the key without raising any questions. Since I was in
the quest room, I had no other clothes to put on (by design) so
therefore, I was not going anywhere and better yet, I have to
remain in some sort of semi-bondage!. This was the reason for
using the guest room for my bondage. I just hope my poor jaw and
feet can hold out.
Eventually, darkness came and I slowly made my way out to
the mailbox to get the key to my ankle cuffs and to the house.
Luckily, there was nobody outside, so the walk was fairly
uneventful. I was going to be very glad to get the boots and
ball gag off. I will have had them on for about seven hours.
When I got in the house, I unlocked the ankle cuffs and
removed the boots. I next removed the key to my gag from my boot
and unlocked and removed the gag and harness. What a relief! I
took off my latex stockings and my corset and took a nice long
shower. I was all set to greet my girlfriend when she came over.
While in the shower, I thought back over the last several
hours of bondage and decided that I was very satisfied with the
bondage experience. I had set out to completely tie and gag
myself and then force something on myself that I was unable to
get out or stop due to the bondage.
When my girlfriend arrived, we talked for a while and
started to leave to go out for dinner. We walked into the front
room and I saw the note that I had left for her on the table. I
had forgot about it and luckily she did not find it. It would
have been very interesting if she had found me all bound and
gagged, with an enema hose stuck in my rear, or if she had found
the note and asked me about it (I might have told her!).
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