Hi everyone, I'd started writing this a while ago, back when I was with family for a while and this the closest I could get to self bondage...I've written more, but this is the first section - let me know your thoughts, what I should change (or if I should just stop now ) Thanks so much in advance: Let me begin this story by first explaining where I am, or should I say how I am, or even what I am. The answer to where I am, is in my bedroom; the answer to how I am is that I am securely tied in a hogtied; the answer to what I am is a bondage addict who got more than she expected; finally to answer who I am, I’m Ashleigh. To describe my current predicament as being restrained would not convey my true condition, no I would better describe my position as being tightly tied such that I can’t move, talk, hear or even see. I can feel, and that is pretty much the only sense which I have left to use...and using it I am.
At current, I’m dressed from head to toe in latex, and bound with a combination of straps and metal cuffs. If somewhere were to walk into my bedroom, they would simply see a black bundle of latex; underneath the latex suit I’m further restrained, with a chastity belt holding my toys in me, and clamps on my ever sensitive nipples; I did say I was using my sense of touch after all. Under my hood is hidden a penis gag for my “pleasure†and earplugs that isolate me from any sound, and the hood is topped off with a latex blindfold that shuts all light out. I’m stuck in a cocoon, tormented by my own toys, unable to do anything about it. The part of all of this that would knock any sensible person off their feet, is that this is of my own doing. I did this to myself, leaving no escape route. The real story is how I got here.Discovery I suppose this all started one day when I was on vacation during a snow storm. I was supposed to be in London, but my flight was cancelled due to the storm, so I was stuck at home bored out of my head. Trying to think of things to do, I turned to the Internet to find something new; after poking around online, I saw an ad for something that would normally have repulsed me: it was a woman tied down to a bed, naked. Her facial expression was one of distress, but my reaction was one of...arousal. I didn’t know why, but her inability to move turned me on. I started to explore this more...reading into BDSM, looking at sites and forums. I found that I was turned on just by the idea of women being tied down and even gagged, unable to move or even voice their objections. But more than just finding pictures and videos of it arousing, I found the idea of it being me in one of those situations made me even more wet.As time dragged on while I was stuck at home, trapped by the snow storm, I continued to explore more about bondage, trying to find new and exotic things...forced sex, outdoor bondage, latex, french maids...and then I found what I was yearning for: sites devoted simply to women tying themselves up; videos of it, guides on how to do it, ideas for things to do. It was what I had been looking for...a way to get tied up by myself while I was stuck at home. A way to get tied up without anyone knowing of my new “interests.†After reading through the sites on how to accomplish a simple tie, a spread eagle, I went to find some rope and some tape to use, along with a pair of scissors. I aimed for my first attempt to be simple and easy to get out of, yet a taste of what I could do with more time and investment.There’s Always a First My first experience was perhaps a little crude; certainly not equipped properly given I was trapped by a snowstorm, I could only use what I had in my house. I scrounged up some clothesline, some duct tape, a pair of scissors and some clothespins to experiment with. I wanted to feel sexy yet exposed while doing this, so I dug into my wardrobe to find some clothing. I settled on some stockings that I had been using for a while, but had a run in them, grabbing two pairs in case I should need more; I also grabbed a nice lacey garter belt to match. I also grabbed my shortest skirt, and boy was it short; I had used it in college once as a way to tease the guys; I also grabbed a thong, a sheer cami and my tallest pair of pumps. I was all set to get started.I quickly started to get dressed, putting my thong on and my cami; grabbing a pair of stockings and sliding them up my smooth shaven legs enjoying the feeling of the nylon sliding up my legs, finishing by attaching my garter belt to them. I finished off by putting the skirt on, which didn’t even cover the top of my stockings; when I sat down in it, you could easily see my panties. I finally slid my heels on, a 5 inch pair of black pumps that buckled on at the ankle; I wouldn’t be kicking these off with my hands tied up. Finally all dressed, I turned my attention to the bed: I took 4 pieces of rope and tied each of them to a bedpost, leaving enough length to tie the pieces to my wrists and ankles. I set a fifth piece on the bed for something else I’d read about.Lying down in bed, I started by tying my ankles to the two lengths of rope at the bottom of the bed; my knots didn’t look pretty like I’d seen online, but they were tight enough that I wouldn’t be able to work them loose by struggling. I then tied a noose into the ropes meant for my wrists so I could easily pull them tight, and be well secured, also setting the scissors right where my right hand would be so I could get free. Ready to take the final steps, I grabbed the extra pair of stockings and shoved them into my mouth, pretending someone had grabbed me and was forcing them in. I made sure they would stay in with a few strips of duct tape over my mouth and also under my chin, taking a second to look at my newly gagged face in the mirror. Just seeing myself gagged felt incredibly sexy. I tried to scream, and I could make some noise, but not too much. I finally took a deep breath and decided to add two twists: the first was a crotch rope with the last piece of rope. I tied it around my waist and between my legs, putting the rope underneath my panties so I could feel the rough cotton rub my clit. I pulled the rope between my legs tight, feeling it cut into my pussy, and slightest movement causing it to rub against my pussy and sensitive clit. The second thing I added was clothes pins on my nipples. It took a few tries to get them on just right while holding my cami up. I could immediately feel some mild pain from the clips, and I again imagined that my captors had held me still long enough to put them on me for further torment. I went the extra step and put a piece of duct tape over each nipple, holding the pins there until my hands were free, unsure if I’d regret my two additions. I finally reached up, slid each wrist through the nooses in the ropes and pulled until they were tight. I was finally tied up; only a day after discovering bondage...I thought I must have been crazy. I contemplated my bondage, pulling on the ropes some, making sure I was not able to free myself, and in doing so, making the crotch rope rub along my wet genitalia...a sensation that made me shiver each time I felt it, becoming more aroused. I knew that freedom was right next to my hand, I could cut myself free at any moment, but I didn’t want to. I looked down at myself, short skirt, stockings, heels and all, and could feel nothing but excitement and arousal. I wanted to stay bound for a while, pretending to be at someone’s mercy. In my head, I had been kidnapped, drugged and awoken in this state, not knowing what was next and terrified, trying to escape. I pulled at my ropes and rubbed my clit against the rope, trying to scream though the tape and the saliva soaked stockings in my mouth.I got so into my fantasy that I lost track of both time, and the fact that my escape route was slowly inching it’s way off of my bed as I struggled. I snapped out of it when I heard something hit the floor. Not knowing what it was, I looked around, and then finally realized the scissors had hit the ground, totally out of reach. My first instinct was actual panic - after pretending to panic for so long, it felt odd to actually be panicking suddenly. After pulling at my ropes for a while, I finally calmed down, trying to think of what to do; it was when I calmed down that I realized how aroused I actually was...I wasn’t just hot and wet, I was actually yearning for an orgasm...which I did my best to grant myself. I kept rubbing with the crotch rope until I hit the edge of an orgasm, kept going and finally pushed myself over the edge, screaming into my gag so loudly that the neighbors must have heard me. It felt amazing, and at the same time exhausting. It felt like the last hour of being tied up had finally manifested itself in a huge orgasm, and without a doubt the best orgasm I had ever had. I eventually worked myself lose from the ropes, having left marks on my wrists and ankles from my struggling. I immediately turned my attention to relieving my sore nipples...and learned that it hurts more moving the pins around and taking them off than it does wearing them; just pulling the tape off hurt as it moved the pins around. When I finally pulled the pins off, I was glad that my mouth was still packed full as I screamed again. I pulled the tape off my mouth, noticing the nice mark my lipstick left on the tape, and pulled my saliva soaked stockings from my mouth, happy to be moving my jaw again. I finally turned my attention to my crotch rope, which not surprisingly was wet, along with my thong. It was obvious I had enjoyed the whole experience just from that sight. This would be something I would repeat again...very soon, and with any luck, very often.
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hey. i had the same feeling as u. the difference is im a guy =x
RE: Looking for an initial reaction: SB story
Ashleigh, i think many of the stories on this site are written as much for the enjoyment of the author as for the reader. i liked what I've read, although otheres may not, but if you get enjoyment out of writing this story, then go ahead with it. From what I've seen on this forum, any criticism will be constructive. if you like wriying, then go for it.
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Enjoyed the tale must say. Thanks for sharing