Self-Bondage Story, untitled.
She was certainly not a shy girl. Maybe inexperienced
in some ways, but not one to be afraid to go out wearing tight fitting
T-shirts with no bra. In fact she had been doing just that. Around the
house and doing her gardening she had been wearing revealing tops and skimpy
shorts as three young men were working on reroofing the house for the past
. . As she kept an eye on the progress of their work,
she was very aware that she was very attracted to their rugged tanned bodies,
as they no doubt were attracted to her body.
. . One morning she came out of the upstairs bathroom
in her bathrobe and passed the open door to the guest room. One of the
men working on the lower section of the roof, in the window well, was looking
right at her. She gathered her robe around her and scurried past the doorway.
. . She thought about how much worse it would have
been if she had walked out of the bathroom nude... and maybe had not noticed
him looking at her. At first her thoughts of being seen horrified her,
but later, much to her surprise, she found herself getting turned on at
the prospect of being seen in the nude.
. . That afternoon she lay on the bed in the guest
bedroom with the blinds closed and brought herself to orgasm as she listened
to them working outside the window, thinking about how it might be to have
them see her with no clothes on... making her do things to them... doing
things to her. After her climax she lay on the bed and thought about things.
. . Wouldn't it be interesting to be put in a situation
where she might be seen... not really be seen by strange men while she
had no clothes, but where the possibility existed... and to not be able
to get out of that situation, at least for a period of time?
. . She got up, went to the window and pulled down
on the sash cord that raised the blinds. A few pounds should do it, she
thought, and went down to her husband's shop and found a piece of metal
seemed to be the right weight. Back up in the guest room she tied the weight
to the end of the sash cord and watched as the weight of it slowly pulled
the blind all the way to the top, the sunshine of the hot summer afternoon
streaming into the room. She pulled a straight back chair over to facing
the window and placed it in the sunbeam.
. . She sat in the chair and soaked up the thought
of sitting in the chair in the nude, exposed with the men working outside.
. . She removed the weight and went downstairs and
prepared an empty plastic spice bottle, filling it half full of water and
putting it in the freezer.
. . She found a small eyebolt which she took up to
the bedroom and screwed into the molding at the top of the window.
. . Several hours later she took the bottle out of
the freezer and placed some coiled string onto the ice with the ends hanging
over the lip of the bottle. Filling the bottle with water she again put
it in the freezer.
. . The next morning after her husband went to work,
she took a long bath and carefully did her hair and makeup. Around ten
o'clock she left the house, waving at the guys on the roof. She spent the
next two hours at the shopping mall.
. . Arriving home a little after noon (when she knew
the men would be at lunch), she parked her car down the street and walked
to the house. She did not want the men to know she was home, in case they
would knock on the door asking to use the phone or something.
. . She took the ice from the freezer and cut the
plastic bottle from around the ice. She wondered how long it would take
to melt. Not too soon she hoped.
. . Upstairs she arranged what she would need in the
bedroom and made last minute touchups to her hair and makeup. If the unthinkable
were to happen, she thought, at least she would look her best. Looking
in the mirror, she let her dress drop to the floor and unclasped her bra,
letting it fall to the floor as well. She cupped her small pert breasts
and gently pinched her small erect nipples, both horrified and excited
that soon the men may be staring at them.
. . Wearing only white panties and white high heeled
shoes she went into the bedroom. She tied the weight to the end of the
sash cord, again testing its ability to open the blind. She tied another
rope to the weight and ran the end through the eyebolt over the window.
She lowered the shade and tied the end of the rope to the chair. The rope
supported the weight, keeping it from pulling the blind open.
. . With her nervous excitement rising she took the
ice and tied one string to the key and the other to the top of the back
of the chair. When the ice melted the string would unravel letting the
key drop down the back of the chair.
. . She sat down on the chair and stared at the closed
blind. Sitting in the quiet room she was very aware of her exposed breasts...
with the excitement within her building, she spread her thighs, placing
her feet wide, putting her hands behind the chair, she looked down at her
breasts, her white panties and white thighs. This was one act that she
hoped the curtain would never go up on. On an impulse she went to the window
and opened it about half a foot.
. . Sitting back down in the chair, she took a manila
rope and securely tied an ankle to the outside of one of the chair legs.
With another length of rope she tied her other ankle to the outside of
the other chair leg. Sitting back she reassured herself that she would
not be able to close her legs, not be able to hide her exposed inner thighs
and white panties from anyone who might have an opportunity to look.
. . Taking a long manila rope and doubling it, she
tied it around her chest just above her breasts and around the back of
the chair. After two turns, pulled as tight as she could make them, she
made two more turns on the underside of her breasts and knotted the end
to the chair back.
. . Taking the leather cuffs she strapped one to each
. . Taking a deep breath she untied the rope from
the chair holding up the weight. If she let go of the rope, she knew, the
weight would pull open the blind... exposing her to anyone outside. Carefully
she positioned the = rope in her mouth, biting down in it hard with her
teeth. Letting it go she found that although it had a firm pull she did
not think that she would have much of a problem holding it... for now,
. . Without hesitating she reached for the padlock,
put her arms around the sides of the chair and snapped the lock into the
rings on the cuffs, locking her hands behind the chair.
. . She sat quietly for a moment, the realization
of what she had done sinking in. She explored the extent that she could
reach up with her bound wrists. Trying every contortion, with her chest
roped tightly to the back of the chair, she resigned herself to the fact
that she could not reach the key, hanging too high up between her shoulderblades
behind the chair.
. . The effort of struggling caused her to perspire
in the hot room. Through her efforts she never lost concentration on tightly
holding the rope in her mouth. She must not, under any circumstances, let
. . She settled back and tried to relax, wondering
how long the ice would take to melt and set her free. She felt the first
drops of cool water hit her hands, thinking that in the hot room maybe
she would not have to be stuck there for too long. She steadied her breathing
and tried to relax, this wouldn't be so bad, she reassured herself.
. . Her confidence was short lived as she heard sounds
of the men on the roof. A panic rose inside her as two of them stopped
right outside the partially open window, talking quietly.
. . His wife sure has a nice little body, she heard
one say. I'd sure love to squeeze those little titties... or just get a
good look at them just once. She flushed with embarrassment and shot a
glance down at her breasts framed with the ropes. Little do they know how
close they are to getting just that, she thought.
. . They continued to talk about the things they would
like to do with her... stick their dicks in her mouth... fuck her in the
ass... As they talked she felt herself becoming aroused, her juices beginning
to soak through her panties. She tried to fight her feelings of arousal,
but could not stop it.
. . Finally they moved away from the window and she
tried to settle herself down. Her wet hands told her that she may not have
to be stuck there for too much longer.
. . After a while she realized that her jaw was getting
tired from clenching her teeth on the rope. The weight seemed much heavier
than at first. She tried to reach the end of the rope with her cuffed wrists.
Nope, the rope was too short for that. She had made sure of that. She wished
she had not been so efficient in her planning.
. . A few more minutes and she could feel a trembling
in her jaw muscles. She prayed that the ice would finish melting soon.
. . After another period of time, while the men periodically
moved past the window now and then, the ache in her jaw became a burning.
She imagined the humiliation she would feel if she let go of the rope,
the terror of them seeing her bound almost nude to the chair, her having
to explain that she had done it to herself, them leering at her body. If
only she had used a smaller ice cube, she moaned to herself.
. . Finally her stamina was overcome by the weight.
With a moan she let go of the rope and watched with wide eyed horror as
the blind slowly began to raise. Sunlight streamed in as the opening became
larger, bathing her body in warmth.
. . Her eyes began to adjust to the light as the blind
reached the top and she noted with little relief that she could see no
one outside the window. But she could clearly hear them.
. . She frantically struggled against her bounds praying
for the ice to finish its purpose and give up the key to her. She strained
against the ropes around her chest. If only she could loosen them a little
she may be able to reach high enough to grab the key. Looking down at the
ropes she became aware that her naked skin was bathed in sunlight. The
light made her feel even more exposed than before. She felt hot from her
efforts bathing her in a light sheen of perspiration. No, the ropes above
and below her gleaming breasts would not give at all. She had done too
good of a job of tying them.
Suddenly, one of the men appeared at the window
and moved off. He had not looked in. Only a matter of time, she thought
She felt something hit her hands. It was the key
on the string. With a ray of hope she desperately grasped the key and fumbled
with it in the lock. After several tries she successfully inserted the
key in the lock and clicked it open.
Her hands free, she frantically pulled at the
knots of her chest ropes, freeing her to work on the ankle ropes with one
eye warily on the open window. As the ropes came off she quickly gathered
them up (she couldn't just leave them there), and sprinted for the door
as she heard movement outside the window. Just as she reached the door
she heard a wolf whistle from behind her.
She dashed into the bathroom slamming the door
and collapsed in a trembling heap, realizing how close she had come to
being discovered. She lay back on the floor and gave herself a much deserved
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