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An Overnight Self-Bondage Tale

Although the room was dark, the girl was obviously attractive and she had a very curveous body, if anyone had been with her, they would have considered themselves to be lucky. She looked like a 36D-28-36 figure with long auburn hair and was dressed as if she was planning on going clubbing tonight.

It was late evening, for it was dark out and the bedroom curtains were drawn. Josephine had just finished her makeup and with a quick 'kiss' at the mirror, turned to the bed. She checked her preparations and finding things to her satisfaction, set to prepare herself for the night's entertainment.

Turning to the full length mirror, she checked that the seam of her black fishnet tights where straight and running her fingers down her white blouse that the seams of her purple bra were just visible through the thin material. Continuing down her body, she checked that the back vent on her short, tight, red mini-skirt was perfectly centered between her legs. As she run her fingers around her gently curving bottom, she could feel the lacy frills of her French maid white panties pressing against her fingers beneath the figure hugging skirt.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she slipped her feet, one at a time, into a pair of black knee-high boots, each with a four inch heel. Once last look around that everything was set, the timer on the bedside light, the keys taped to the bed head and with a gentle nod to herself, she took the final steps for her night's entertainment.



First, she picked up the ankle cuffs with the long chain, slipping one cuff around her left ankle, cinching it on the ratchet with a satisfying noise until it had just a little play, then the second cuff onto her right ankle. The spare key was used to set the lock on both cuffs so that neither would open nor close until she was finished. Then she tossed the key into the corner of the bedroom.

Still sitting at the end of the bed, she reached for the rope, previously tied off to the foot of the bed and tied it off around her left ankle. She wrapped it around and around her ankle, both above and below the leg-cuff finally using the reminder above the mark she made earlier that day when she tried each section out to tie enough knots to make removing the rope a long and drawn out experience.

Reaching to her right, she proceeded to do the same with the length of rope she prepared earlier to tie her right ankle off so that the ropes pulled her ankles apart to the full extent of the chain between the leg-cuffs. She shuffled back onto the bed and found that she had got it right, once she was on the bed, her feet would not move more than an inch or so in any direction.

Shuffling back a little, she reached for the rope which was tied off to the middle of the bedframe. This one she had positioned earlier so that it could be tied to her belt, around her waist so that she would be unable to move from the waist down, or so she hoped.

Tying one side off she pulled the slack up to the right and threading it around the belt, wrapped it around her waist a few turns for added security. Again, she tied it off with a few knots so that it would not come undone easily.

Now she was ready for the final steps, she had timed this next bit before and taking a deep breath, tapped the Enter key on the computer next to the bed, it was a stretch, but she could just make it.

The computer, monitor turned off so that there was no light to help her, started its countdown.

'No going back now' she thought.

She reached for the ball gag and quickly slipped it into her mouth, forcing her luscious red lips wide and pulled the cinch tight behind her head, feeling behind her to carefully slip the small padlock in place. A pair of cordless headphones was next and once they were on, covering her ears so she could hear nothing but a gentle hiss of static, she glanced down to confirm the position of the gloves and picked up the length of cloth she would use as a blindfold.

Quickly wrapping it around her head several times, she was now deaf, dumb and blind. She tied the blindfold off, tight, behind her head, securing the headphones over her ears and reaching blindly for the gloves, slipped them on over her hands. The gloves made feeling small things, like keys, very difficult but would also protect her wrists against the final stage of her overnight bondage, the steel handcuffs.

These where ready for her, one for each hand, one already secured to the bedhead, and the other ready for her to complete the lockup for the night. She stretched blindly over her head for the left hand cuff and finding it, used her right hand to fasten her left wrist to the bedhead. Picking up the second pair of cuffs, she used her left hand to fasten the cuffs to her right wrist, then stretching blindly, and with quite some difficulty, managed on the third attempt to fasten the open cuff to the right hand side of the bedhead.

'There,' she thought 'safe and secure for the night.'

She lay in the dark for some time, it was hard to tell just how long for she had no way of telling if minutes or only seconds had passed, she could not hear anything except the soft buzz of the static in her ears, nor see anything past the layers of material blindfolding her. After a while she started to struggle a little against her bondage, but she had tied herself too well this time, she could not free a single knot on the ropes and the steel cuffs around her wrists and ankles prevented any over zealous movements as they cut into her skin, even through the gloves or boots.

'Wish I'd put a pillow under my head, at least I would be a little more comfortable.' She thought, then wondered how long it had been. 'I suppose I ought to try to sleep, it would be wonderful to wake up after even a little sleep and not know where I am or what was happening to me, just as if I had been kidnapped or taken hostage.'

Some time later, it struck her that by now her computer should have started up the program she had prepared for this night. She could not understand why the program had not started and what was taking so long.

Still blindfolded, deaf from the headphones and wrapping of the blindfold, she had not heard the announcement from the utility van driving past an hour ago which had warned of a power cut which would last upto five hours. The ballgag was now starting to hurt. Her jaw ached from being forced apart whilst her mouth was slowly filling with drool. She realized that she was in danger of drowning in her own drool and tried to swallow it but the combination of the gag and being pretty much flat on her back defeated her attempts to clear the drool. All she could do was turn her head to one side and allow some of it to drain out the of the side of her mouth and onto the sleeve of her blouse.

She was getting worried now, she was still completely deaf and blind, tied very securely to her bed, unable to move and starting to feel sore from the pulling of the cuffs, not to mention starting to panic from the horror of nearly drowning in her own drool. Possible due to the lack of oxygen or just from the sensory depravation, she slipped into a restless light sleep where she dreamt that she had in reality being kidnapped from her office and drugged, before being tied and chained to a bed in some darkened room awaiting either rescue or finding out what her captors would do to her when they were ready.

She woke slowly, still half remembering the dream and unsure of where she was and what was happening, she struggled but still nothing moved, all she would do was disarrange her clothes. Then, there was a loud CLICK which startled her into immobility, even though the headphones she heard it. Behind the blindfold her eyes darted from side to side;

'What was that?' She thought 'Has someone broken in? Oh my God!'

What she didn't know was that the power had come back on and now her computer started up and once ScanDisk had done it's checking after being shut down so abruptly, her program started up, some four hours late!

Still struggling, not knowing what had caused the noise, she was so far gone in panic that she was shocked when a male voice said in her ears;

"Well, well, what do we have here then? A pretty little lady all trussed and ready for the plucking. Is it Thanksgiving or something? If it's not Thanksgiving, it must surely be Christmas 'cos this is the sort of Christmas present I dream of!"

"Mfffggmmmgmmmmgegg"

"Aw, don't fret pretty lady, I'll take real good care of you. Can we make sure you are comfortable like that, it must be really 'cos it looks like you are there for the night after all. Just let me check these long legs out and oh boy, what do we have here?"

As the voice said these words, she felt something move against her satin clad, damp crotch.

'ooooohhhh' although the only sound which escaped the gag was more along the lines of "MMMMMMMpppphhhhh"

"Oh, do you like that then, well, let's try it again shall we?" Once again, she felt the sensation of something hard rub against her crotch.

'oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh' and "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!" though her body arched as much as it could against the bondage that she had subjected herself to.

Finally the rubbing stopped and even the voice stopped, allowing her to come down to earth a little although she was sweating heavily now.

She struggled a little, though weakly, against her bonds while she waited for her tormentor to make the next move. She didn't have to wait long.

"You know, I haven't seen a body as good as this in a long time, especially in such a wonderful position. Can I see what you've got on? You don't mind do you?" the voice went on.

She tried to shake her head, but her arms, pulled up above her head made shaking her head difficult and the gag stopped most sound, what came out was not exactly understandable after all.

"Oh good," the voice continued "I hoped you wouldn't mind. Let's see, are you wearing a bra," a moments pause then she felt something move over her breasts and something seemed to caress them.

The voice continued as the caressing started up again.

"Oh yes, and it's purple, very lacy too, you don't mind if I fondle them a little while do you? NO? Good, are you enjoying this as much as I am?"

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