CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE THE PROCEDURE FOR SELF-BONDAGE
THE ADVENTURES OF TERRI AND JENNIFER
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
THE PROCEDURE FOR SELF-BONDAGE
Saturday at noon, it was time to start my adventure. The first thing I did was
to lay out all of the bondage items that I was going to use. This included a
medium size ball-gag, black leather discipline hood with locking collar, black
leather wrist cuffs, leather ankle cuffs that were connected by a twelve inch
chain, a four inch wide leather waist strap, and a new pair of shiny black
thigh-high patent leather boots with five inch spiked heels, and finally, elbow
length black leather gloves. The waist strap had a small three inch chain
attached to the back to which the wrist cuffs were locked. This would allow some
freedom of movement, but not much.
There were seven keys in all that would be used in this adventure. One for the
ankle cuffs, three for the wrist cuffs (they were the same key), one for the
waist strap, and two for the leather hood and collar.
Since I did not call Jennifer and tell her my plans, I thought it a good idea to
use another safety. Saturday morning before I started my fun, I took one of the
keys to my wrist cuffs and also the discipline hood and placed them on a shelf,
waist high out in the garage. Since I was going to be hooded the whole time, I
had to have someway of guiding myself out to the garage (I would sure hate to
get lost in my own backyard in the middle of the night). I used a string to
guide me to the right place. I took one end of a long string and tied it to the
side door of the garage and took the other end and tied it to the doorknob of my
back door, on my back porch. The string was long enough to lay along the walkway
to the garage. This way, the string would not be visible to my next door
neighbors.
All I would have to do was wait until dark and then walk off the porch and take
hold of the string and follow the string to the garage to retrieve the keys to
my wrist cuffs and leather hood. I had set a small alarm to go off a 10:00 p. m.
which would signal that darkness had arrived and that I could make the trip to
the garage if required.
Also that morning, I had brought a step ladder into my living room, which has a
cathedral ceiling. I then took two alarm clocks (two for safety reasons) and the
keys, and climbed to the ceiling where I had previously installed two small
hooks. I attached an alarm clock to each hook, wound the clocks and the alarms,
and pulled the alarm switch out. I tested each alarm four times to ensure that
the alarm mechanism worked and the alarm key turned as it unwound. I then set
the time on each alarm clock for five minutes AFTER the time the alarm was set
to go off. The alarms were now set to go off at 12:30 a. m. This gave me about
twelve hours of self-imposed bondage fun.
Next I placed one of the keys to my wrist cuffs on one of the cardboard squares
that were attached to alarm winding key. I then placed the other one along with
the keys to my ankle cuffs, waist strap, and leather hood on the other square. I
did this so that in case something happened to one alarm clock, the other one
would be a backup. I could always cut the other restraints off if needed or make
my way out to the garage (it would be much easier with my hands untied).
I made one last check of the alarm set switches and carefully climbed back down
the ladder. I placed a towel under each alarm clock to mark where the keys would
fall. Since I was hooded, it might be hard to tell where the keys fall and
bounce to. At least this way, I have a starting place to look from.
I took the ladder out to the kitchen and placed the ladder just outside my back
door. I then locked the ladder to the railing of my back porch with a small
chain and combination lock. This evolution prevented me from even thinking about
trying to get the ladder back into the living room after I had tied myself up. A
combination lock was used because when you are hooded or blindfolded, you can
not work the combination to open the lock. Without the ladder the clocks were
too high to be reached, even if my hands were not tied. With my hands locked
behind me, and my ankles hobbled, the feat would be impossible.
I now turned on the TV in the living room, my stereo in my bedroom, and set my
answering machine to auto. I also set my alarm clock by my bed for midnight in
case I fell asleep. I did not want to sleep all bound and gagged all night. I
was now all set for the bondage part of the adventure.
I removed all my clothes and put on the thigh-high boots and leather gloves. I
then decided to spice up the adventure with some light breast bondage. Since I
did not want to use clothespins on the nipples for over twelve hours, I decided
to use rope instead and fashion a rope bra.
I picked up a 25 foot section of soft cotton rope and proceeded to make the rope
bra. I wrapped the cords around each breast and around my back then secured the
whole bra by tying the loose ends up behind my neck. The rope bra was
comfortably restrictive, making my breasts stand out and nipples hard and erect.
Too bad I would not be able to caress them for the next twelve hours. I was
greatful that Jennifer had discovered that my tits were large enough to bind.
I decided not to wear panties of any kind because I would not be able to pull
them down to use the bathroom if I had too. Wetting my pants was not my idea of
fun. I had planned on wearing a pair of white latex underwear that had little
nubs of rubber in the crotch, otherwise known as "grope panties". These would
have provided stimulation while I was bound and gagged, but I did not feel like
having to wait to use the bathroom for over twelve hours or use the bathroom in
my panties. The little stimulation that the latex panties would provide, would
not make up for the discomfort of not being able to go pee.
The discomfort of not being able to use the bathroom when you need is another
form of stimulation that Jennifer and I have used in our bondage games. Jennifer
has once in a while made me drink several glasses of water before she ties me
up. Then she leaves me alone for a couple of hours with the sound of running
water nearby. I only have two choices; wait for Jennifer to untie me or go in my
underwear. After of a couple of hours, I would do anything to use the bathroom
and Jennifer has used that "WILLINGNESS" to her advantage.
I sat down of the edge of the bed and picked up the ankle cuffs and locked them
on my ankles. Remember, these cuffs were connected by a twelve inch hobbling
chain. When the ankle cuffs were locked on, the boots were not coming off. Next
I locked the four inch leather waist belt, to which the wrist cuffs were
attached to, around my waist. The leather was cold to the touch and the fit was
snug to ensure the belt would not slip. Now for the ball-gag.
I picked up the red colored rubber ball and leather strap and placed the ball in
my mouth, buckling it firmly but comfortable behind my head, under my hair.
After the gag was buckled, I moved my head around to ensure that the gag would
not be too restrictive. The fit was fine and speech was all but impossible.
I made one last look around the room to ensure things were alright because now I
was ready for the leather hood, which would cut off all sight, further dampen
any noise made through the gag, and restrict my hearing. It was now 12:15 p. m.
in the afternoon. I picked up the hood and unzipped it and placed it over my
head. The smell of leather was overwhelming as I zipped the hood shut. The hood
became like a second skin. The only holes in this hood were around the nose to
allow for easy breathing. There were two soft leather patches that were attached
on the inside of the hood that comfortably pressed my eyes shut.
Before I locked the hood on, I again moved my head around getting use to the
feeling of the tight hood. I would not want the hood to be so irritating to the
point that the bondage would be a torture for twelve hours.
I laid back on the bed and relaxed for a moment. The smell of the leather and
the restriction of the breast bondage was having an over whelming effect on me.
I was getting extremely excited and I knew that if I did not hurry and finish my
bondage, this building feeling would be taken away by my own caressing gloved
hands, which were slowly rubbing my hard nipples.
I sat up and brought the ends of the leather collar that were attached to the
hood, behind my neck and buckled the hasp through the zipper. I then reached
down and got the lock that was lying beside me and proceeded to lock the hood
on. The hood was not coming off without the key. Before I could change my mind,
I reached my arms and wrists around behind me and locked the wrist cuffs
securely on. The job was done. All I could do was wait for the alarms to go off
or darkness to come.
