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erica's self bondage
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erica's self bondage
by ~ben63376
Edited By: Coresetted Cait http://coresettedcait.deviantart.com/

Erica looked over the small space with a feeling of accomplishment. She finally finished this spare room, a former bomb shelter in her basement none the less.

She had method to her madness. She finished the room to use it for self-bondage, an activity she enjoyed. She always worried about someone walking in or her family stopping by unexpectedly to use their key and interrupt. She figured only she knew of this shelter, and of the door that required a key to lock it from either side.

More a cell than a shelter, furnishings were sparse. She just finished putting together an old bed on one side and the shelter had an enclosed half-bath with toilet and sink. Earlier she stocked the cabinets on the wall with food and put her equipment under the counter. With so many plans for the small room she hoped to spend as much time using it as her schedule allowed.

She started the next weekend, taking Friday off. She woke early, cooked breakfast, ate and then went down to the storage room to the door of the shelter. She grabbed the rather large key from the old desk, walked into the small room and then closed and locked the door behind her.

Placing the key, now on a silver chain, around her neck, it was now “On.” So many things did she want to try that she was unsure where to begin. She decided on a simple spread-eagle position and would use an ice-timer in the middle of the four ropes. She set it up so the ropes at the corners of the bed with simple slip knots would loosen when the ice-timer released.

She pulled one of her ice timers out of a small freezer under the counter top and configured the ropes in less than five minutes. She looked through her toys and chose a small battery powered vibrating egg, leaving it for the time being.

She never before used ice timers so didn’t know how long it would last, being completely full and the temperature at around 60-65°F in the room. Mentally preparing herself she undressed and set the vibrating egg to a medium low setting. Employing latex panties she held it in place over her vagina and pulled the panties over her hand, which she then pulled out slowly. The panties, a size or two too small, held the egg in place well. Avoiding the urge to help the egg do its job she donned a latex dress which fell to her mid-thigh, then came up to her arms to a straight bodice hem with straps over her shoulder. Dark purple, it was latex like the panties. She grabbed a midsized ball gag from under the counter, also purple.

Biting her lip a bit from the buzzing action of the egg under the tight panties, she fell upon the bed set up with the ice-timer above her. The ropes went through the bed frame and then to the top of the head and toe bars of the rugged old-style steel bed. Positioning herself in the middle of the bed she threaded her feet through the slip knots and pulled them tight, then placed the ball gag in her mouth, pulled her hair out from under the straps, and buckled it closed before laying back. She slipped her hands through the other two slip knots, closed her eyes and pulled......
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She suffered a mild panic as this was one of the most intense things she ever did to herself. Continuing to pull at the ropes with her legs and arms, she soon realized that her attempts were futile and that all her struggles got her were tighter knots. Not uncomfortable, she had some of the best bondage rope she could find. All there was to do now was watch the ice-timer over her head and enjoy the vibrator, and that is what she did.

“MMMMMMMMMHHPPPHH!!!” She screamed into the gag as she came to orgasm, pulling the ropes tighter as she tried to pull her legs together and reach her hands down to help; the third time in two hours. She had a clock on the wall visible from the bed but had no clue how long it would be until release, but she wanted it that way. Not knowing was painfully pleasurable for her. She continued to muffle words, moan and cry. Tears streaked her face. It felt like four hours passed already. The hem of her latex dress rolled to the top of her thighs with her legs spread as they were. Still, in her helplessness she laid her head down and tried to relax, but to no avail with the vibrator still buzzing with no end in sight

*CRASH*

“MMMMMMHHP!!!” she let out when she heard something fall outside the bomb shelter. She couldn’t fathom what happened as there was nothing to fall in the other room. She couldn’t see outside the door but felt safe knowing the key was on the chain around her neck. She heard now nothing but the vibrator. She also set the house alarm and her cell phone would be called by the security company if it went off. She would have to look after she escaped.

*slide-SMACK* “MMMPHHP!” She hadn’t thought about where the ice-timer would fall. It hit her square in the forehead. She rolled to her side as she untied her wrists then reached in to her panties and grabbed out the egg. With a sigh of relief she turned it off setting it on the bed next to her. She looked at the clock on the wall; the ice-timer lasted six hours. She undid the ropes on her ankles and lay back down, not bothering with the ball gag.

It wouldn’t bother her unless someone saw her. She could never admit she had anything like that. She would sooner put on a permanent chastity belt. She shuddered, just thinking about chastity. It made for very appealing fantasy, but she would never be able to keep herself in a chastity belt and would never trust anyone to know about it, let alone control it by giving them keys. This thought always worked to talk her out of buying one.

She looked at the clock and it read 11:00 A.M. Awake since 5:00 A.M. she wanted several sessions of self-bondage today, so she gathered the rope, refilled the ice-timer and put it back in the freezer. She removed the gag from her mouth, washed it off and put it back in its place while contemplating what to do next. She went to the wash room and filled herself a glass of water to drink while she thought. As she drank she made a face at the awful taste and figured the water softener wasn't working again.

Deciding to use an old eye hook in the ceiling Erica threaded rope through the D-rings of her leather wrist cuffs, through the eye hook and down to an ice-timer attached to an old hook in the wall down low out of reach. She employed a spreader but not a vibrator; thinking through her chastity fantasies she wanted denial of pleasure as payment for the previous orgasms.

Otherwise fully configured, she picked out an inflatable butterfly gag with a ring gag to keep it in place. She fit them in her mouth then buckled the ring gag behind her head pulling her hair out from under the strap. She pumped the inflatable butterfly letting out ecstatic whimpers as it filled her mouth so fully. She pumped it a bit too full but didn’t let off any air figuring it would keep her all the more quiet.

She rigged the spreader bar, though it didn’t pull her legs too far apart. Still it was enough to make it very difficult for her to stimulate herself. She stood with her dress hem peeled up again and though no one saw she knew, and blushed at showing her panties. Stepping up on the small stool she placed under the eye hook when she rigged the ropes, she put her hands in the cuffs, tightened them, and stepped off the stool to feel her arms and wrists pulled up and together. Her feet just barely touched the floor.

“Good thing I added a bit more rope than I first figured,” she thought as she stood stretched in the small room, panties showing from under her dress. Tightly gagged you would never know she tried to scream bloody murder as the tension stretched her like it did.

Inexplicably, as she stood there, she suddenly felt exceedingly drowsy. Despite her best efforts to stay awake she fell asleep, as she fell she decide that it wasn’t fatigue she felt, she felt…drugged. The last thought through her head was, “D-DRUGED? How was...I... drugged……” Erica slumped in her bonds and slept dreamlessly.

*SNICK-SNICK-SNAP* *SLAP* were the sounds as an unknown assailant picked the lock on the door. Though they echoed through the small bomb shelter, in her unconscious state Erica never flinched at the threat that came through as the door swung open.

Revealed was a man wearing a medium gray suit, a red shirt and a red and tan tie…and a buffalo-nickel coin pin on his lapel. The Caucasian man looked to be in his early 20's.
He moved quickly and snapped photos of Erica from several angles in front and from behind with a small digital SLR camera. He then looked through the room and in the cabinets to find and note her toys. He took the vibrating egg she used earlier, turned it to low and pulled her panties away from her skin to push the egg in place. Next he looked at her release mechanism and made a substitution for what he had hidden in his suit.

He appreciatively snapped several more photos and a close-up of her face, then pumped her inflation gag fuller as she actually left it rather soft in his estimation. Satisfied with its puffiness in her mouth he walked out of the small room, shut the door, and employing the picks that gained him entry he locked the bar and put things back in order as though he had never been there. He turned the alarm on for her as he walked out, locking the front door behind him.

Erica snapped awake as whatever drug used on her worked out of her system. She panicked for a moment noting the vibrator in horror! “WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!” she screamed into her seemingly doubled-size gag. Crying she noted she never heard a sound of her screaming. The tears ran down her face. Her jaw ached and stimulated by the vibrator she grew ever closer to orgasm only to fall short in continuous frustration. She screamed and screamed for help through her gag, not caring if anyone saw her, but found it hopeless as her now doubly effective double-sized gag allowed such low levels of noise to escape her throat.

Twisting in her bonds seeking escape, she found her release was somehow changed. She looked at the clock to see that she was unconscious for nearly four hours. Seeing her ice ice-timer on the floor near the hook and unsure of what replaced her release, she knew she couldn’t improve her situation any. All she could do was stand in torment from the tease of the vibrator. She couldn’t even touch the leather cuffs she buckled on herself but admired their comfort despite the situation.

Despite her painfully heightened arousal she stood in utter frustration as the vibrator on low kept her at the edge but wouldn’t let her cum. She dreaded to look down, perhaps to find herself in a sinisterly designed chastity belt that would continue to tease her and when it finally stopped would still deny her. She almost wanted that to be the conclusion despite the feelings of horror welling within her, but when she looked she gave forth a sigh of relief at seeing only her dress gathered at her waist and her panties tightly holding the egg within.

To her relief, after three hours the contraption behind her on the wall let go and she fell to the floor. Pulling her arms apart she reached into her latex panties and turned the vibrator on high and for the first time since she put the gag in her mouth she could hear herself let out a shout so loud that you could hear: “MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHH!!!!”

As she lay there unsure if she could pull herself up from the floor she struggled to pull the egg out and turn it off, wet as it was. She lay there a few minutes until she could sit up and then removed the gag from her mouth, deflating it from the small knob above the pump. She removed the spreader bar then walked over to the new release to marvel at the small timer device. It appeared you put a knotted piece of rope through the tubes at each end of the device and it holds the ends within somehow. It seemed it could be used in several other capacities as well.

She cleaned up the ropes and took her cuffs off. She put the new device in on top of the mini freezer in which she kept the ice-timers, then went in to the wash room and cleaned up the egg. She took off her panties to wash them as well, however when she reached down to take them off she leaned over the sink basin; the key to the door fell into the basin. When she stood the key caught on the sink faucet. Falling in the running water the key went down the rather large drain.

“No!” she exclaimed as she stared at the sink drain in utter horror and all too late turned the faucet to off. Trying to maintain her all but lost composure she walked out to the bedroom still half naked and opened one of the tall cabinets. She grabbed her small bag of tools then walked back to the wash room. She used a pipe wrench to remove the trap from under the sink and looked askance at its not-quite building code curve. To her continuing horror when she looked in she saw no key! It seemed to have cleared past the trap!

She went back to the bedroom and broke out in tears as she threw herself on the bed face down. She knew she couldn't just call a locksmith because she turned on her house alarm. Similarly she couldn't just call her friends; they didn’t even know this room existed. It’s not like they could help, she had lost the key. She had always meant to get a second one made but never did. She couldn't unhinge the door; being a bomb shelter and needing to be shock proof it was made so you couldn’t.

She felt helpless and frustrated at trapping herself as a prisoner in her own home. Locked in a room in her basement the only hope she thought she might have would be if the person who entered previously came back. They couldn't have just done that and left! She didn’t dare drink from that sink again but she had about 50 bottles of water in her cabinets and food to last awhile… thinking these thoughts she felt her worst case scenario coming on. She left her phone in her jeans pocket when she hastily undressed, tossing all her clothes in a pile. Out of her bonds for about 45 minutes and now quiet she heard her phone beep; the beep it makes when it just died......

She figured, “Well, if I’m going to die down here I may as well enjoy myself. That’s the reason I’m here. Maybe whoever left the timer will come back only if I’m bound. It’s one hell of a long shot, but what else do I have? If somehow he’s watching it’ll have to be something so crazy,” she thought, “something so outrageous he’d have to know I’m signaling for an emergency intervention…but what? Surely ‘no release’ would bring him around…pretty stupid, girl, that the only way out might be to do something that crazy; so crazy you kill yourself...so, something extraordinary!”

Deciding not to die young she thought better of the “no-release” option. She changed her outfit to a silky T-shirt with no bra. The shirt itself aroused her, caressing her nipples now themselves aroused by her near panic. Then she added a leather chastity belt to hold toys in, the feel of which drove her up the wall with sensation. She used it to hold in a vibrating dildo and a butt plug that self-inflates and vibrates, both with remote controls attached. She wasn’t exactly sure where was the key for the brass lock she used on the chastity belt but she didn’t think this belt a danger now, “What the hell, the way things go I may not live to tell, much less live through the embarrassment.” Not even activated they drove her crazy with lust!

She tied herself in a rope web harness with five points of support. The fifth was in her mid-section where she attached one of her ice-timers and that to the eye hook in the ceiling. There were four eye hooks, one on each wall, which she used. Four other ropes went to the eye hook above then split, one to each eye hook on the walls to which she attached one limb each.

She tied slip knots on the ends of all the ropes then grabbed the ones that would hold her hands. Cutting them close to her body she knotted the ends and fed two ends each through the tubes on the device left by her unknown assailant and set it for 12 hours, since the ice lasted six. Falling back on the fifth rope’s support and after some struggle she tightened the slip knots on both her ankles and was no longer able to touch the ground.

Now hanging straight down when the fifth point broke at the ice-timer she would drop three feet and stop again; the slack in the ropes would be taken up splaying her arms and legs pulling on the support points and tighten the crotch rope she wound around her torso and the rather small leather straps on the chastity belt. She could tell it would do its job when it tightened.

She inserted her butterfly gag again, as much as she disliked the pain in her jaw last time. She buckled the supporting ring gag behind her head and pumped the butterfly full, like it was when she woke. She cried with shock as it expanded, although by that point you would have heard nothing accept her sudden inhale. Satisfied with the gag she grabbed the final item; a silk blindfold with lace around the edges. It too tied around the back of her head.

She searched for the two remotes for her toys and once found she slipped her hands through the knots for her wrists. Holding one remote in each hand she pulled the slip knots closed, set the dildo to do a random tease that left about a 1 in 1000 chance per hour that she would cum, and then set the butt plug to inflate to its largest and vibrate on high. Without delay she dropped the remotes to the ground sealing her fate. when she opened her eyes she noticed somthing, the old HAM radio equipment. she got a horrible feeling as she remembered the key hidden under the table the equipment sat on. She gasped in shock that she actually just did this to herself but all she heard was inflating rubber. It took a few seconds for her toys to activate. When they did she reacted by pulling on all of her ropes, tightening the crotch rope making the teasing more intense. She wouldn’t make that mistake again.

She dealt with the pain and the teasing. The vibrator tormented her no end, starting, stopping just when she started to enjoy it, and then roaring back again just as she cooled; but she endured having no choice. For the first six hours she thought she felt the ice-timer crushing smaller half melted pieces of ice under her body weight, she tuned out all the other stimulation as she cringed for the sudden...*CREEK* “MMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHMPHH!!!!”

it was not as bad as she thought it would be but over time the suspense and the suspension was killing her. She lost her composure at that moment.By the time the device released her hands from their taut positions she impulsively reached for the pull on her crotch rope without thinking and...*CRASH!!*

Erica sat up and rubbed her back to relieve some of the pain from the sudden fall and then went for the remotes for the two toys under the leather belt…to turn them off. She deflated and removed the gags from her mouth and looked for the key to the lock on the belt holding the toys inside her. To her joy she found it right on top of the counter. She removed all the items from her body, dressed in with what she walked in, then went to the small wash room to relieve herself. Once done she walked out to what she remembered while bound; the extra key attached to the bottom of the old HAM radio table Breathing a sigh of relief she retrieved the key, opened the door, walked through and locked the door behind her, expecting never to see the room again.
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