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Terri & Jennifer (8/8)
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Terri & Jennifer [8/8]
The other game that Jennifer and I play a lot, is called
"Solo-bondage". This particular game involves my favorite
subject, self-bondage. Even though Jennifer and I tie each other
up a lot, I still enjoy putting myself in restrictive bondage.
The thrill of not really knowing if I will get free without help
always makes self-bondage a love that I will never give up.
However, now that Jennifer knows what I do to myself, and that I
use her for my safety monitor, I have become more creative in my
self-bondage adventures.
The rules to this particular game were simple, I would call
Jennifer at work and tell her what time to come over and release
me from my bondage. Because I ask a lot of her, Jennifer gets to
add some extras requirements of her own. I would also tell her
the type of bondage that I would be in, so that she would have an
idea of the amount of restraint and stress that I would be under.
Jennifer knows that if I am trying some suspension bondage on
myself, she can't be very late. However, if the bondage involves
a chair or bed, well Jennifer just might take her time in
arriving.
Earlier that day, I had called Jennifer and asked her to
come over later that night around eight o'clock. I told her my
plans and she then told me that I was to wear a blindfold and
wooden clothespins on my nipples. My bondage was now set. With
what I had planned for myself and the extras that Jennifer had
demanded, I would be in for an interesting evening of restraint.
The position that I used for this night's bondage adventure
came from a bondage movie that I had recently purchased. The
idea is to straddle a leather covered saw horse with your hands
tied behind you. The fun part comes when you pull your ankles up
behind you off the floor. This forces most of your weight to be
supported by your crotch. If your crotch is filled a dildo, then
the dildo is buried deep within you with little hope of being
expelled. Any movement by you on the horse causes instant
reaction to your crotch.
I got home from work around five o'clock and I moved the saw
horse from the garage to the middle of my bedroom. It had only
taken me a few days to build the horse and cover it with leather.
I then quickly shed all my clothes. I had planned on tying
myself up in the nude, but I decided to wear a pair of elbow-
length black leather gloves. They protect my wrists from
chaffing and make it that much more restrictive.
Next, I attached a pre-measured length of chain to one of my
hooks that I had installed in the ceiling. To the other end of
the chain, I connected a set of leather wrist cuffs that were
lockable. The length of the chain was such that when my wrists
were locked behind me and I was sitting on the wooden horse, my
arms would be pulled up to about the middle of my back.
Before I went any further, I set up my own safety device.
This was done just in case Jennifer was unable to come over and
release me later that evening. In the past, I have had to use
the safety device to free myself on a couple of occasions.
Jennifer's car failed to start one night and I had tied myself up
on the bed in a tight hogtie. When Jennifer failed to show up
after a couple of hours the keys to my wrists that I had frozen
in an ice cube finally melted, and I had to crawl over and
retrieve key. Jennifer however, still had the keys to my leather
collar and my ankle cuffs. I will explain more about this little
quirk to the game later on.
The safety device that I used this time was a #10 can that
was filled with water and frozen solid. A key to my wrists cuffs
was frozen in the middle of the can . Attached to the key was a
string about seven feet long. I now removed the ice block from
the can and placed the block up on a shelf across the room. I
had also placed the block in a tray to catch the melting water.
The other end of the string was now tied to the same hook
that my wrists would be attached to. When the block of ice
melted, the key would then swing down to where my hand were and I
would be able to get free. To help the string swing correctly, I
attached a small weight to the middle of the string.
The ice cube was large enough so that it would take about
seven hours to melt. This amount of time forces me to wait for
Jennifer or stay in my self-imposed bondage for a considerable
length of time. Thus far, my longest time spent in self-bondage
was about two and one-half hours.
I was now all set to begin. I put on a pair of elbow-length
leather gloves and then placed leather cuff on each ankle. I
locked the cuffs on with two small locks. Attached to each cuff
was a small chain about three feet long. I next buckled a two
inch leather collar around my neck and also locked it on with
another small lock. This collar had a metal "D" ring attached
to the front. I was now ready for the gag.
This gag was special. It was known as a "pump gag". It
consisted of a wide leather strap that went around the head and
buckled in back. The strap had a small hole in the front through
which a small rubber tube was inserted. On the inside of the
strap, attached to one end of the tube, was a small rubber bulb
and on the outside of the strap, attached to the other end, was
an inflator, much like the inflator used in measuring blood
pressure. The idea is to insert the bulb into your mouth and
then buckle the strap around your head. You then slowly inflate
the bulb until speech becomes non-existent.
I carefully inserted the bulb into my mouth and then buckled
the leather straps tightly around my head and under my chin. I
had modified this gag by adding a chin strap which keeps me from
opening my mouth as the bulb is being inflated.
I now begin to slowly inflate the gag. The feeling was
wonderful. I could feel my speech being deprived with each pump
of the inflator. I pumped the bulb up until my mouth was filled
with rubber. The chin strap did an excellent job of not letting
me open my mouth. Once I was satisfied that I was gagged
securely enough, I locked the gag on with another small lock.
I should explain about these small locks. The ones on my
ankles, leather collar, and gag had a blue dot on them. Jennifer
is the only one who has the key to these locks. The spare key is
kept taped under my mailbox out in my front yard. This is just
something else to add to the fun. Anytime I use these locks, I
always have to wait for Jennifer to arrive and free me. One
time, she left me hobbled and gagged all night long (my hands
were free though). I tried to hobble out to the mailbox late
that night, but Jennifer had taken the spare keys and had only
left me a note saying she would be back in the morning before I
went to work. All I could do was go to bed and sleep with my
bondage. I was now ready for the final stage of tonight's self-
bondage adventure.
I made one last check of the front and back doors to ensure
that they were locked (Jennifer had her own key). I then turned
on the radio to keep me entertained while I waited for Jennifer
to arrive. The time was now 7:05 in the evening, so I had about
an hour to enjoy my bondage.
I picked up the leather blindfold and buckled it loosely
around my neck. I then picked up two wooden clothespins and
carefully attached one to each nipple. Putting them on is not as
bad as taking them off. The clothespins on the nipples have
always given me a greater appreciation for my bondage. They
serve to remind me that the bondage is real, self-imposed or
not,in that I can't remove them until my hands were freed.
I now picked up the dildo that I had previously
lubricated and carefully inserted it deep in my crotch. I then
got up on the saw horse and position myself in the middle. The
pressure on the dildo was instantly felt in my crotch. I only
hoped that I would make it through the evening.
Attached to the top of the wooden horse in back of me was a
metal ring and two snap hooks. I very carefully brought one
ankle up behind me at a time and attached the ankle chain to the
snap hook.
Attached to the horse in front of me, was another metal
ring. This metal ring had attached to it, a three foot
adjustable leather strap. On the other end of the strap, was
another snap hook. I snapped this hook to the "D" ring on my
collar and tightened the strap enough to prevent me from lifting
myself off the horse.
I took one last look around the room to ensure I had not
forgot something and to ensure that my safety would work if
needed. You never know when the bondage can become your enemy.
I now buckled the blindfold that was hanging around my neck,
tightly over my eyes. This blindfold was a leather strap, four
inches in width which had a hole cut out that my nose fit
through. The blindfold was lined with fur and did an excellent
job blocking out all light. With that done, I reached around
behind me and locked the wrist cuffs on each wrists. That was
it. All I could do was wait for Jennifer to free me or for the
ice to melt and the key to swing down allowing me to free myself.
Again, I was getting to good at my bondage. I could not see
or speak. I could hardly move without changing the pressure on
my crotch or the pushing the dildo further up my cunt, and I
could not reach the clothespins that were pinching my nipples. I
loved it! I tried struggling to see if I could get free but it
was of no use. The movement only made the bondage that much more
uncomfortable, so I just tried to "relax" and let my fantasies
take over.
Jennifer was pretty good at being on time when she wanted to
be. Sometimes she would be late just to let me stew for awhile.
It all depended on the bondage that I had chosen for myself.
Usually when she arrives, she has her way with me. She either
tickles me, spanks me (lightly), or makes my bondage more
restraining. I could only wonder what the night's encounter
would bring.
There have been times when she has joined me in bondage and
we have had to work together to get free. When we do this, the
safety device is always within fairly easy reach since Jennifer
is no longer able to free me. For instance, one time, Jennifer
and I were tied face to face, totally nude with the exception of
black leather gloves and high heeled shoes. We were each wearing
a black discipline hood, that allowed sight, ball gags, leather
collars and ankle cuffs, of coarse the high heels were locked on
too. The two sets of ankle cuffs were locked together by a small
chain as were the leather collars. Our hands were locked with
handcuffs around the back of the other person. We had the
appearance that we were hugging each other.
To prevent us from lifting our locked hands over each other
heads, the cuffs were connected by a small chain that ran between
our legs. It took us about two hours to wiggle our way into the
living room to retrieve the key to the handcuffs. It was very
exciting to be bound breast to breast with Jennifer. Her nipples
were always hard and they were caressing mine all evening.
Needless to say our evening ended with both of us sexually
satisfied.
Being tied up by your own hand is exciting but the only
way that you get a better appreciation for the bondage is to have
a little outside stimulation i.e. dildo, butt plugs, clothespins
on the nipple, etc. If something is being done to you and
because of the bondage you can not make it stop, then the feeling
of restraint AND helplessness is that much more rewarding.
After about a half hour, I was beginning to think that I had
put myself in bondage a little too early. My crotch was
beginning to complain from all the weight and from the dildo
being constantly pushed in and out and my nipples were starting
to ache from the pinch of the clothespins. When you are
blindfolded, bound and gagged, time really seems to slow down.
When my grandfather clock sounded in the living room, I knew that
it was 8:00 and Jennifer would be here any minute.
The time seem to drag by. Then the phone rang. It nearly
scared me to death. It rang four times, then my answering
machine started and stated that I was all tied up at the moment
and that I would get back to them as soon as I could get free.
The call was from a girl named Robin. She was a co-worker of
Jennifer's. She said that Jennifer told her to call her and tell
her (Terri) that she had gotten called away to a meeting in a
nearby city and that she would be over to pick you up around 7:30
the next morning. I was in a state of shock. I wanted very
badly to rush over to the phone and explain to Robin my problem.
But, I was tied to good. The struggling only made the bondage
that much more uncomfortable.
The mere thought of spending the next seven hours or more in
this position with a dildo stuck up my crotch was almost to much
to think about. Seven hours was how long I had to wait before
the ice melted and the key to my wrists cuffs would swing down to
my hands. The other problem was that Jennifer had the keys to my
ankle cuffs and the pump gag (I could always go out to the front
yard to my mailbox or I could cut the other restraints off).
However, all I could do for now was wait. I was not going
anywhere, so I just hung my head down in defeat. If only
Jennifer would come and release me.
In the next installment, we find out if Terri gets free from
her self-imposed bondage...and what will Jennifer find when she
arrives the next morning??
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