My name is Misty, and I wanted to tell you a story about the 5th wedding anniversary present that I gave to my husband last weekend. My husband was going to a football party, and uncharacteristically I stayed home for a little “time to myself.”
To tell you a little about me, I’m not model quality, but let’s just say that none of the guys mind me walking around the football parties and barbecues in my shortcut summer shorts and tight cut-off cotton shirt. On another note, I love bondage, and I love being tied up. I’ve even played around with self-bondage for years, even before I met my husband. Luckily for me, my husband loves tying me up now and then. I have spent more than one weekend as his little slave pet. He makes me do all my chores, mostly naked or with bondage slave gear on. He sits around watching games, occasionally calling on me for “special chores.” He makes me get him beers, give him a lap dance, get him food, and if I’m really good, he’ll make me give him a blow job, or he’ll mount me quickly during a commercial. I love the casual dominance he has over me on those rare weekends. In our ordinary life he really knows how to treat me like a proper woman, but on these weekends he really knows how to treat me like a sex toy or slave in just the right ways.
Anyways, back to the story. Since my husband would not be home, I knew I had all day to do whatever I wanted including set up his present since these game parties are all day get-togethers. I started out by closing all the shades in the house except for the back windows, just to feel daring. No one would see me unless they were in our backyard, but just the knowledge that someone COULD see me, IF they WERE there kept me daydreaming of getting caught throughout my day.
I stripped down and admired myself in the mirror for a moment before grabbing a tube of stuff my husband got for me at the porn store. It was a chemical that was supposed to make your skin swell slightly and become more sensitive. I applied the stuff to my nipples, kissing lips, pussy lips, and clit liberally. Everything was tingling now, and I noticed in the mirror that my kissing lips had become fuller and poutier, and my nipples had become hard.
I went into my bondage drawer and pulled out my slave collar; two thick solid curved metal bands with a hinge in the middle that formed a rigid “O” around my neck—once locked on with a small padlock. After putting it on and locking it, I threw the key on the bedside table and started putting on my leather ankle and wrist cuffs— securing them on—and adding their keys to the pile. After these I added—on a whim—a custom fitted black and red boned corset. This corset had a chain coming from the zipper in the back that I locked onto my slave collar once I had pulled the zipper up. With that chain locked the corset was not coming off without the key which was now in the pile with the others. Looking in the mirror again, I could see my breast sticking out of the half cup bra of the corset, my nipples still standing at attention.
I went to the bathroom and gave myself a quick enema over the toilet being very careful not to soil my outfit. Now I was fully dressed as my slave-self and clean in the ‘back’ for my husband’s use, I went to my drawer to get one more item that would add to the sensations already distracting me. Out of my drawer came my slave tail, a butt plug with what looked like a horse tail coming out of it, and into my butt it went with a tiny bit of that sensitivity gel to coax it in.
Now for my chores. I started cleaning the house downstairs where my husband would be forced, by my devious plan, to walk through when he came home. Then, with plenty of time to spare, I cleaned most of the rest of the house, ever aware of my full exposure to the world through my open back windows and glass patio doors. Good thing the power and cable company don’t come on weekends! At some point, I had seen movement out of the corner of my eye out on the back lawn, and an almighty thrill of discovery ran through my body as I turned to look and found that it was just a crow taking flight. A couple of times I stopped and took a break, sitting at my computer to look at bondage sites, and self-bondage manuals. No one on the net had any information on what I was about to try.
Just a side note, my husband had ingeniously altered my computer chair. If the chair were turned “on,” every time either of us, on our separate computers in the office, would click either mouse button, my chair would momentarily vibrate under me, thus making browsing the net that much more interesting. The chair even had an optional screw-in dildo and butt plug attachment points. He has tied my hips down to the chair more than once, with both monsters in me, while he played his online games... My arms tied behind the char, a flat gag keeping me quiet, and sometimes a blindfold on. Today though, no attachments, just the vibrating chair would be enough.
When it was time to get down to business, I reluctantly turned off my computer and went out to the garage with a bag of stuff I had already prepared. First thing I did was open the garage door about a foot wide and swept the garage clean. Then I used a swifter broom to get up any dust I could, wondering if anyone could see my bare feet and ankle cuffs under the garage door. By the way, our garage is mostly empty since I parked my car off to the side of the wide driveway and my husband was gone with his truck. We keep the garage pretty uncluttered.
We recently had the garage floor sealed with a type of hard heat insulative sealant that helps keep the garage water pipes from freezing during the winter. The hard sealant stuff was still new and relatively smooth-- and now thanks to my efforts it was spotless. The insulative sealant would keep me from having my body on cold concrete. Once the floor was clean, I went to the center of the floor and found the hole my husband had installed in the concrete before the sealant was laid. This hole was actually one of many inlaid sturdy nuts that my husband explained to the contractors “was for lifting engines with pulleys.” I knew damn well though that these nuts were for tying me to the floor, so I went to the toolbox and pulled out the eye bolt that fit and screwed it into the floor.
Still working with the garage open one foot, wondering again if anyone could see what I was doing, but knowing it was unlikely. I went about screwing twelve more eye bolts into the garage’s many embedded nuts in the walls and ceiling - I’ll explain those later. Then I attached a cable lock along each path. These devices let rope pass easily through one direction, but they secure the rope to prevent it from traveling backward. I disconnected the garage door opener from the door and left the door poised so that it was right between the point that gravity would pull it shut, and the springs would pull it open. This sent a rush through me, knowing that at any moment if the door shifted, it could pop open so the whole world could see my naughty game. I left the garage door disengaged, set so that it would not catch if the garage door opener were operated.
I pressed the garage door button to make the garage door opener move into what would be the garage open position, and tied four ropes to the disengaged mechanism. I then ran each of the four ropes through one eye bolt near the garage door then out through the other twelve eye bolts in the walls and ceilings, each rope going out from the first eye bolt through one of the four corners of the garage. The four ropes ran across the ceiling, through the cable locks, then down the wall’s corners, then back to the center of the garage on the floor. I tied a knot in each of the ropes in such a way that the knot would be WAY out of my reach once I was done. Each knot had a long loop of rope extending from them, and each knot was precisely measured for length.
The other day I had come into the garage when my husband was not home, and I had set up one rope the same way as I had today. With the garage door clicker in hand, I had tested the strength of the opener to make sure that my eye bolt pulley system and the garage door opener would not pull so hard that it could hurt me. Through trial and error, I had found out what setting on the garage opener’s safety fault-sensitivity would pull hard enough on me to strain against my strength, but not hard enough to hurt me. Today I set the garage opener to the safe, but strong setting I found the other day. Then I stored the ladder I had just used back on the wall, and swept one more time, cleaning up the dust knocked loose when I installed the eyebolts and pulled the rope through.
I went over to the garage door and manually closed it. It was time to get serious. I took a piece of thick chain and a large padlock out from my bag of tricks and used them to secure the garage door shut so that no one could lift the door. I went and checked all the entries in the house to make sure that they were all locked and that I would be left in peace until my husband came home.
I dumped out the remainder of my bag of tricks and grabbed a piece of one inch chain that fit around my waist and put it over my corset. With a large padlock, I locked it in place so that it was relatively tight, and set off for the master bathroom.
Once upstairs I removed my butt plug covered it with a good deal of sensitivity gel and worked it back into my bottom a couple times to get my insides well coated, eventually removing it, cleaning it, and putting it back in its place in the drawer. I grabbed up a new toy I had only used once (that my husband does not know about). This fantastic toy is a HUGE butt plug that fills me up just about as much as I can handle. Not only is it difficult to insert due to its thickest segment but its total internal mass is thick and long.
It has two totally AMAZING features. The first was a keyhole in the bottom of it. I lubed up the toy with sensitivity gel and with a considerable amount of work, I got it into my ass. I grabbed the key, inserted it in the bottom of my new toy and tried to turn it. The toy just spun around inside me, so I grabbed onto the toy with one hand and the key with the other and turned the key about 10 turns. This turning action was pulling the ends of the plug closer together, and making the part inside my body expand about one and a half inches! Now there was no way to get this toy out without the key! This butt plug was much like a drywall anchor the way it expanded to prevent removal. I’ll tell you about the other AMAZING feature later... Wink wink...
I added the butt plug key to the pile of keys on the bedside table then grabbed up all of the keys, my sensitivity gel, a multifunction rabbit dildo, and headed back downstairs. Back in the garage, I set all the keys from every lock - even some locks I was not using - on a pile on the floor against the side wall. I placed a sign made out of cardboard near the keys on the floor reading “spoils of the slave auction sir, slave number 42 ready for extensive testing”. I added the multifunction dildo on top of the cardboard sign.
Now, typically when I do self-bondage, I like to tie myself up tight, but not taut. Then I’ll spend anywhere from 2-3 hours tied up. I’ve found that the first 30-60 minutes is ecstasy and daydreaming. Then the next 10-20 minutes or so is kind of boring, but after that, I go into a sort of zen trance, calmly daydreaming about being caught, or found, or punished. This works exceptionally well when I’m tied up so I can’t move much and I’m blindfolded to remove outside distractions.
Today would be something entirely new for me though, TWICE new. I wanted to try what bondage would be like if I had the freedom to move around, my legs reasonably loose, my arms almost entirely free to move. I would be able to touch my body, and pinch my nipples, but I would be in a position so that I could not touch my privates to get off. I ALSO wanted to see what it was like to be bound so taut I could barely breathe, secured in an utterly lewd position, held vulnerable to whomever was in the room. Today I would get both!
I grabbed a giant pair of pliers and bent the eyebolt attached to the center of the floor down as far as I could. I moved myself to the center of the floor and placed the 5 locks I would need by my side along with the tube of sensitivity gel and a locking blindfold. I padlocked my ankle cuffs to the ropes nearest the garage door.
The third padlock was a bit of a pain. I had to push the padlock under the now bent eye bolt, then lay on my back on top of the eyebolt so I could get a link of the 1” chain around my waist into the lock. With my hands behind my back, laying down on top of the eyebolt, I finally got the lock closed around a link on the chain behind me. My heart started pounding with excitement. Now, with this lock closed I was completely trapped! No way to get to my keys. I tested my situation. With the eyebolt bent down, and my corset protecting me, I could lay flat on the ground with the lock pushing only slightly into my back, but not uncomfortably. Continuing on with my plan I grabbed the sensitivity lube and put enough on my kissing lips, pussy lips, and nipples so that it would soak in, but I added a considerable amount of the stuff to my clitoris, and inside of my pussy lips. Then I took the tube of lube and pushed it into myself and gave it a good squeeze adding as much to my sex as I could, but not enough for it to leak out. I threw the tube of lube under the toolbox out of sight. Last but not least I took the remaining two locks and locked my wrists to their respective ropes. Now I was done. I was slave number 42, ready for my new master to service me and try me out however he liked.
I played with my bonds some. I could not sit up because of my waist chain locked to the floor, but I could move my waist back and forth and up and down some. My legs could move mostly freely. I could not lift them more than 45 degrees off the floor, but I could move my legs out as far as I liked. I could only close my legs until my ankles were about a foot from each other, although I could still get my knees together. I tried to rub myself to orgasm by squeezing my legs tight, but I just could not get any friction with that much lube between my lips.
My arms were also reasonably loose. I had an almost full range of motion. The only thing I could not do was reach my sex. I could only touch my body as low as my belly button. This is why I attached my waist to the floor; otherwise, I would have just scooted up some and been able to touch myself. I grabbed my nipples and pinched them, feeling a surge of sexual energy pulse through my body straight into my loins while I squeezed my legs together more, trying to get some friction. I had some fun for a while playing with my free bondage. So close to being able to get off, if I could just touch myself, or rub my legs a little harder!
About an hour had passed now, and I was starting to get bored. I had no clock, but I knew my husband should be getting home probably in about two hours. By then I would be deeply daydreaming of bondage. To help pass out of boredom into daydream land, I took the locking blindfold and added it to my predicament. Within no time I was off dreaming in la-la-land.
...The pressure of the butt plug in my sex reminded me of the first time I tried it. When I first got it, it was about a quarter inch larger than my most massive toy, but I just had to have something that would lock inside my body, and it has to be TIGHT going in for the lock to work. I spent five days working on it, trying to get it in, training my asshole to accept it into me. On the fifth day, I had worked myself into a sexual frenzy trying to get the bastard in. I had it sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and when it finally popped in it surprised me right into a powerful orgasm! The shock and the pleasure made my asshole clench tight. I learned really quickly how significant the second AMAZING feature was! It has a pressure sensor it in, located where the sphincter encircles the toy once fully inserted. When it’s squeezed hard enough, it makes the plug vibrate like a hornet’s nest, not just some slight vibration! Let me tell you, when I have an intense orgasm, my whole body tenses HARD. When that monster popped suddenly into my body, and that surprise orgasm racked my body, my anus tensed with the rest of my body and the plug turned on for the first time. I almost passed out in exquisite orgasmic bliss and surprise...
That first full insertion had been so much fun. I had ended up on the floor in a fetal position enjoying the intense orgasm, and when I was done, I had tried to squeeze my ass to shut it off. It turned out my tired body was not able to easily create enough pressure to trigger a shut-off. The hornet's nest of vibrations continued to rack my body even after my orgasm was passed. I started to panic - mildly - from the overstimulation of it. I tried to pull the butt plug out, but in my position on the floor, it was difficult. So I decided to stand up and found that the pleasure re-brewing in my gut was making my legs weak. I tried to squeeze it again, desperate to make it stop but it continued to pound away in my gut. Then the pleasure started mounting into a new and unusual kind of orgasm that was all new to me. The forced orgasm. When this new and intense orgasms crushed through my senses, my ass clenched hard enough to stop the beast’s vibrations. I lay on the floor whimpering my moans of pleasure for a good while before - very, very carefully - standing up and sitting on the edge of the tub with my ass hanging over so that I could remove the enormous toy from my body. After that, I climbed into bed and watched TV until my husband came home. I headed off any chance for him to come on to me for sex by giving him one hell of a blowjob before bed, then I passed out in his arms right after.
Now that my plan in the garage was in motion I could not wait till my husband was fucking me and this baby goes off...! I gave the plug a test squeeze and let out a little squeal when its powerful vibration gave me a good ‘kick in the ass.’ Too bad it’s not enough to get me off!
...Moments later I was dreaming again. I stretched my body out spread eagle and pretended that I was tied down like this, except with the leg ropes a little tighter. I dreamed that the garage door was not locked shut and suddenly opened. I knew in my dream that someone would have had to open it. But who was it? Was it someone I knew? Was it the geezer next door? Was it Bobby the eighteen year old boy across the street? What would someone think if they were to see me tied down, vulnerable, legs, arms, and waist immobile - not able to fight them off?
...I took a moment to dream about the geezer, poking at me with his walking stick to see if I was alive. Then he would take the bottom of the walking stick and feed it under my waist chain toward my head and insert the hooked handle end into me. Then he left and went down the block and told everyone that I was there. Everyone in the neighborhood came to gawk at me. That scenario was not really turning me on much so I moved on.
...Instead, I thought about what Bobby might do if he found me. I imagined him gasping, backing away and closing the garage door really quick. Then he would go get all the other - of age - neighborhood kids, male and female, and bring them back. He made them bid their allowances to touch me and play with me. A girl won the auction the first time, and she went to the toolbox and applied some clamps to my nipples. Next, one of his guy friends won, by the sound of it, this guy sounded older by far than the others. He asked if he could fuck me, but Bobby said no, so the auction winner decided to finger me. His inexperienced clumsy hands went to work on me. I imagined my instincts overriding my fear and embarrassment, and I writhed my hips into his hand as well as I could, trying to help him hit my clitoris to no avail. One after another Bobby charged them money and they each humiliated me, and the whole time I heard cell phone cameras clicking. When everyone had finished with me, Bobby ushered them all out and closed the garage door with Bobby still inside. “Wait till you see what I have in store for you Ms. Young!”
...All my daydreaming was halted when my heart sank right down to my navel! The garage door opener had been activated! This is what I had been waiting for, my husband coming home. I had had a chance to enjoy loose bondage, now was my chance to enjoy TIGHT bondage. With my ropes attached to the garage door opener disengage mechanism, the ropes started growing shorter.
Soon my legs were being pulled apart, and my arms were being pulled up above my head. And just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. OH CRAP, I thought, he hit the button again, now I won’t be pulled tight for him. In mid-thought, the motor started again. Good, he tried it again. Though it was going the wrong way now. Then it stopped. CRAAAP. Then it started and kept going in the correct direction to tighten my bondage. That’s when I began to panic, wondering if it would be too tight.
I started pulling against my bonds, but I had set the garage door to fight against my strength. I struggled more and tensed my body against the ropes. I tensed so hard that my butt plug started vibrating and scared the hell out of me, I tried to clench my butt muscles to turn it off, only to succumb even more to the pull of the ropes. My arms were being pulled farther above my head, while my legs were being pulled down and out. As I got to the point where I was utterly tight, my legs were held open at a lewd angle, and my arms were immobile, but the machine kept pulling. It was pulling hard on my arms, and my body started to slide upwards until my waist chain was pulling down on my hips harshly - but not painfully. When I was about to start screaming - so tight I thought I would die, when I could barely breathe anymore - only then did the motor sense the resistance and stop. I heard the garage door rattle, he was trying to open it from the outside.
There I was, strung so tight, legs way more than 90 degrees from each other. I could not move a hair in my body, and I could not even move my hips thanks to the waist chain being so tight. My legs and arms were pulled so tight they were straight as laser beams. I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could, hoping my husband would come in here fast. As I listened carefully for any sign of my husband’s presence, I realized that - although I was strung extremely tight - it was kind of comfortable. It was terrific - almost freeing - not being able to move anything.
When the garage door that led into the house opened I expected to hear something like “So, I see my little wife has been up to no good.” But instead, I heard “Holy crap!” and it was NOT my husband! It was George! George is a very, very close friend of my husband and mine - incidentally, he knows a lot about our sex lives. I know George knows about our bondage games too, but for him to find me like this! I didn’t even try to struggle; I just held my breath and listened.
“Well... Umm... Seems both of you are in a bit of a pickle... your husband will be home soon, he’s busy fixing a truck problem he had on the way here. He asked me to stop by and pick up a tool or two.”
I heard him walk over to the toolbox, and mess around in there for a bit. I could not believe he was acting so casual about all this; it must have been just as much a shock to find me as it was for me to be found. I heard him walk over to the area near the pile of keys and stop. “Hmmmph,” he uttered. Then he walked over to me, stepped over one of my legs, and then knelt down between my knees. In an almost clinical professional manner, he checked my hands and feet for circulation and feeling. I knew that's what he was doing even though he didn’t ask. I could feel his touch just fine though, so I said nothing. Once he seemed satisfied that I was not in any particular danger, he turned off the ‘clinical’ attitude, and his usual ‘jovial’ personality returned.
“Well I bet he won't mind if I just stick this in here...” he muttered - more to himself than to me. I felt something press against my pussy lips. “In you go there little bunny...” he said as something slid deep into me. “And a little adjustment...” Suddenly the ‘something’ in my sex sprang to life. It was my multi-function rabbit style dildo. He had turned on the setting making beads rotate in my sex. Somewhere deeper in my mind I complained that he didn’t turn on the vibration. “There, that should do it.” He stood up, and I could hear him walking out of the garage. He stopped at the door into the house and spoke one more time. “By the way, this is a very original setup you have here, I would have loved to see it in action when the garage door was really pulling on you, I won’t ruin your surprise, just wait till he gets home and clicks the opener a couple more times. And he should be home in less than thirty minutes, enjoy.”
My mind was swirling and spinning as if it was in rhythm with the beads in the dildo spinning in me. All these years of dreaming of getting caught, dreaming of the humiliation, the turn-on of getting used by someone against my will as a mere toy... All these emotions now, flooding my feelings, but this time for real, not pretend! And all that with me tightly bound, helpless and entirely immobile. I’m kind of glad it had been George who found me instead of someone else, at least this was someone I knew and trusted. Someone I could come to terms with once my heart rate slowed some.
With the toy teasing away at my insides - not enough to get off, but so close to climax - I squeezed my butt to try to climax. The burst of vibration was so powerful, too powerful, all it did was get me more frustrated! Time moved at lightning speed. In the midst of all this excitement, I could not stop myself from daydreaming...
...I dreamed that George had come in and seen me... He came over just as he just had, and put the toy in me. In the dream though, he fucked me with the toy - turning the vibration on and off - teasing me. He expertly kept me on the edge of orgasm, driving me wild. Then he stopped fucking me with the toy, leaving me hanging on the edge of an orgasm. Against my will, I heard my own voice beg him, “please don’t stop.”
He started to slowly make circles around my clit with his finger, slowly teasing, not making even close to enough pressure to get me off. “Beg me to fuck you. Beg, or you will go without.”
I could feel my body betraying me, attempting to press up into his finger. “Fuck me please, hurry, fuck me, I want you inside of me now, I’m begging you, please.”
Before I knew it, I was snapped back into reality again when the garage door opener was activated again, three times it turned on and off like before. This time the motor was able to get another couple inches tighter on each rope before the opener stopped. I was bound even tighter than before, humiliated, excited, horny, and desperate. I lay there, slave 42 waiting to be treated like a toy to whatever man(?) came through the door this time. I swear I was excited enough to accept just about anything available.
“Lucky me...” my husband said as he came in. “I’ll have to have a talk with George, he obviously saw you here when he got my tools, and he didn’t even bother to tell me. Naughty little girl, I should have let him play with you some - tease you - just so you get your just desserts.” Little did he know that the toy spinning in my sex was not of my doing!
My husband was kind enough to remove the toy, then use me as he saw fit. He also learned about the butt plug surprise when I came hard and long. When he was done fucking me he loosened my leg ropes so I could get my feet together - barely - he unlocked my arms, and he helped me take out the butt plug. Unfortunately - fortunately - he left my waist locked down, and my legs still tied. He brought down a blanket and tucked me into sleep, locked in the garage. “Good thing I just called in sick for you for tomorrow, since it’s going to be hard for you to go to work tied up all day servicing me, we are hosting tomorrow’s big game here, and you are going to be the hostess. I’ll wake you up early... 42.”
Morning came with a sudden yank of my legs. One second I was sleeping curled up on the floor, and the next my legs were pulled taunt out 90 degrees apart again, but this time face down! As my husband pulled more slack out of my leg ropes my body slid down until the waist chain grabbed at my ribs, forcing my legs apart even more. My husband threw my blanket over my body and wrapped it quickly around my arms, pinning my arms to my chest. Holding my chest down with his knee he pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed a tube of something into my pussy and squeezed. In no more than a few seconds he was on top of me using his body weight to pin my arms under the sheet. One quick thrust and he was in me. He had never been so rough with me, but it was good - it was loving - but hard. I had never felt as used as he took me for his own pleasure, ramming home hard, grunting slightly as he came inside me and fell to lie next to me.
“Today should be interesting for you... hostess 42...”