Well, the big Mid-Atlantic blizzard of 2010 is over now for a couple of weeks, and everyone is back to work; traffic is about normal, schools are open; and, frankly, considering what happened, I look forward to another.

As far as this story goes, government and schools were shut down for several days. Heat and lights were on, and I was well stocked with food, but cars were buried and the road was drifted shut, so I just relaxed.

On the second day, I heard a knock at my apartment door. It was Suzy from the apartment above mine. She had come to borrow some tea. I invited her in, we chatted for a while, and she left to go back to her own apartment.

Now, a little bit about Suzy. A school bus driver. Fortyish. Brown hair, brown eyes, built like a brick shithouse; meaning sturdy, muscular, very attractive as far as I am concerned. Suzy kind of turned me on (still does) the way she dressed too; for instance when she came to borrow and chat: usually quite casual; this time in tight jeans, warm turtleneck top, and sneakers with crew socks… which I got just a peak of between the jeans and sneakers. Let me say right now that I have a definite foot fetish: bare or wearing sneakers and/or socks; at that time I had never seen Suzy barefoot, but was curious. Suzy is a positive, sometimes assertive lady.

I had never tried to come on to Suzy, because she was my neighbor, and it might have become very awkward if things went sour, considering the things I would like to have done with her if we had become intimate. So, we were just friends.

Now, you, the reader, know that this is about self-bondage; and you have been introduced to Suzy, so you have an idea where this is going. It might be useful at this point to tell you about something else I did not know at the time of the beginning of this little adventure; and that is that Suzy had similar feelings about me in that she wished us to become intimate, but was holding back because of our neighborliness, and my seeming indifference.

So, enough background; on with the story, which began the day after Suzy had visited…

I had always had a thing about seeing women bound, and another thing about being tied up myself. I never wanted to BE a woman, or dress as one, but had often imagined myself in the predicaments I saw them in on various websites. I also sometimes imagined myself as the strong warrior who had been overcome by inferior persons of greater numbers, and bouind for torture. I had learned about self-bondage and had done some mild experimenting with ropes, handcuffs and gagging materials. With the storm outside being homebound (no pun intended), I decided it would be a good time to try something I never had before; a kind of suspension, of the sort I had sometimes seen where a captive is to be whipped.

My apartment had a horizontal beam above the door in the partition between the living area and the kitchen, and I had sometimes thought about using it for a bondaqe suspension. Now was to be the time.

I had always thought that a proper captive should be almost naked, so I got down to just my jockeys, after being sure all blinds were closed and the door locked.

Thus prepared, I moved a chair beneath the beam. Then I used a pair of women's stockings I had bought for the purpose to very tightly cleave gag myself. Next, taking with me my handcuffs and key, I mounted the chair. I laid the handcuff key atop the beam, figuring I could reach it after I remounted the chair on conclusion of my scene. I laid the chain of the handcuffs across the beam. Just before I put the cuffs on my wrists, I did something foolish: I added a bandanna blindfold. Then, by feel, I closed the cuffs around my wrists … easy enough to do and much like just cuffing myself in front, something I had often done but found to be inadequate for the desired feelings.

Wrists cuffed, mouth gagged, almost naked, unable to see, I was already quite excited and hard. The I stepped down off the chair and carefully shoved it away with my bare feet, so I could pull it back when I'd had enough. I stood on just toes and the balls of my feet, arms stretched taut above me. And my erection became harder and longer, bulging the fabric of the underwear. The sensation was all I had expected. The feelings of the handcuffs and gag made me feel a real prisoner; but the frustration of my erection and desire to put it into something - anything, anyone anywhere- really magnified my sensations of captivity. And I also imagined what it would be like to be whipped and brutally interrogated while so helpless. But the wished for interaction with another person was missing, and I soon began to lose the excitement of my taut bondage.

And then my telephone rang. Before I became too alarmed, the answering machine took a message: "Hi, Suzy here. Wondering if you'd like to come up for lunch. Guess you must be out, trying to dig out your car. Call me when you get in."

With the call, Suzy was injected into my imaginative captivity, though the last thing I really wanted would be to have her find me like I was. Then, with her call in mind, I began to want to get free, because I remembered having lent her a key to my apartment some time before so she could enter it and take care of my plants while I was on an extended trip… and I had never gotten it back.

I reached out for the chair with my foot, to drag it to where I could climb onto it and free myself. I caught it and began to pull. But, quite unexpectedly, the darn chair caught on something and toppled. It was nearby, so I reached out blindly with my foot to righten it again. I began to lift it when the phone rang again, with the answering machine taking over again. "Hi Strand. Suzy again. Not in yet? Are you ok? I better come down and see if you are alright and not caught out in the blizzard. Besides, I want to borrow again. I'll use the key you lent me. If you come back and find things a little disturbed, you'll know it was only me."

This made me almost frantic to get free and clothed. But stretched so tautly and unable to see, I was not able to find and lift the chair. So there I was when I heard the door open and Suzy walk toward me.

I heard a gasp, then, "Ohmigod!" Silence for a couple of seconds as she evaluated what she had found, and wondered if whoever had bound me so strictly was still in my apartment. But Suzy was quick. I sensed her taking in the chair intended escape route. Then, "Strand, you did this to yourself, didn't you? Some kind of experiment? And it went wrong? Do you want me to help you out of it?"

No accusing tone to my relief. I nodded my head in the affirmative. "Ok; I'll just get this chair where you can stand on it. Hmm, you look kind of interesting that way. Powerful, like Superman, but helpless. I like it. But we better get you down, even though I'd rather keep you like that."

When I was finally helped to get free, I went to pull my pants on, but Suzy said, "No you don't. I like you at a disadvantage for a change. So, now let's talk about this experiment of yours."

I was relieved to have Suzy think that what she had found was me doing an experiment; and she did not seem to try to make more of it, though I now believe that she knew more than she was letting on. I thought then that I managed to convey to her that I had been working out something I had read about online something that I thought was a bit foolish but had made me curious. I did NOT let her know of the true depth of my interest in bondage.

"Well," she said, "it seems like it might be a fun way to pass the time, if you don't get hung up somehow and hurt yourself or even die. I think that if you ever do it again, you should let me know so I can rescue you again if you get in trouble. After all, what are friends for? We are friends, aren't we?"

I really liked the way she took it and that she was not accusatory or belittling me. "Ok, thanks. I will."

A bit more chit chat and Suzy said, "I guess I'd better let you get dressed, even though you are awfully cute this way," as she gestured toward my jockey shorts, which were really no briefer than a swim suit. "Why don't you come up in a while, after you get dressed and so on, and we can visit some more?" I agreed to that, and then, as she rose to go, she said, "By the way, may I borrow you handcuffs, and some of that rope you have over there? Maybe I'd like to experiment some." And so she did.

Alone again, I pondered where Suzy and I might be going as I showered and dressed. I had noticed her noticing my bulging Jockey shorts with a little smile. I wondered if I might sometime soon be favored with a mutually understanding intimacy after all. Then, finding the key to Suzy's apartment which she had lent me, much as I had lent her mine, I called first, and receiving no reply, decided to pay her a visit as she had me.

I guess that I was not totally unexpecting what I found on the rug in her living room. It was Suzy, performing her own variation of my experiment, using the handcuffs and rope I had lent her. First off, she had stripped herself down to a thong and very brief top, and was barefoot. She had cleave gagged herself so that her face almost appeared in torment; I thought right away that she had maybe done herself tighter than intended. The narrow strip was buried in her mouth far behind her teeth. She had apparently tied her ankles together and added a short rope which attached them to the chain of the handcuffs which held her arms behind her; she was in a self-made and very stringent hogtie.

Suzy rolled onto her side and looked up at me. Her face expressed almost terror, but also relief at my finding her. I thought that she might be almost choking on the over tightened gag, so fumblingly began to remove it. Once her gag was out of her mouth, Suzy said, "Oh golly; I overdid things a bit. It's a good thing you came along when you did. I couldn't spit the gag out and then realized that we had forgotten to send the key along with the handcuffs."

"You mean you're stuck?"

"Yes, I am; I guess you can untie my ankles, but the handcuff key must still be downstairs."

"So, do you want me to untie your ankles before I go down for the key?"

Suzy grinned and said, "I don't know. Do you like me like this, Strand?"

Did I ever! "You must be kidding! You're one hot captive. I'd like to keep you like this for hours."

"Well, I'm bent back pretty bad, so why don't you get the rope from the handcuffs to my ankles off before you go get the key. Then you can keep me tied up and handcuffed as long as you want."

So that is what we did. Suzy and I played back and forth for another day and night, with breaks for food, drink and the toilet of course;. There was no more self-bondage because we were pleased to do each other. And, yes, I did get to fondling and kissing those delicious feet that I mentioned earlier. We never did 'normal' sex, but really got into hand masturbation, and then oral, the culmination of which was when she spreadeagled me on her bed and got onto me face to crotch, or sixty-nine, with my tongue inside her and her puckered ass against my nose.

It really hasn't been but a few days since the adventure when we really discovered each other, so Suzy and I are still experimenting with different ways of tying each other. And she has even hinted at bringing her younger cousin into our games; a girl who she says is barely of age, but has a curious nature. Sounds like fun, but I am happy as it is; both the tying of her and being tied up by her.

I've mentioned to her that I'd like to take a few pictures of her, but she has put that on hold for a while at least. She has hinted that we might, if I will let her photograph me too. We'll see.

Meanwhile, we are eagerly awaiting a shipment of a couple of new gags, including one of those dental devices.

Thanks for reading my little story; and let me know if you have any thoughts about it.

Strand Ankler

09.05.10