Karen – Self Bondage Adventures

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She took a deep breath, struggling to breath though the bubbler bottle. She fastened the last steel cuff around her right wrist to the awaiting chain.

One last step to go. One last action to take, and she will be stuck, bound, unable to move, only to be teased by the very setup she put herself into.

It started with latex underwear: a red latex bra with conductive pads on the nipples, and red latex panties with sheaths that would accommodate the two huge vibrating dildos that would go in a wee bit later.

She would be there for a long time. So, already she had given herself an enema, and had inserted a catheter in her urethra. After all, at the most, she would be in for 12 hours, at the worst, 24 hours. That was the range of the random portion of the timer operating the electromagnet that would secure her in place.

Once the dildos and catheters were in place, it was followed by a tight, black, neck entry latex catsuit with attached gloves and toe socks. There was only one small hole for the catheter tube to be linked with a urine collector bag.

A black leather corset with white trim would squeeze her already thin waist another five inches. It was a lockable corset, which keys were in a timed safe.

A tight rubber hood was put over her head and the collar carefully fed under the neck entry catsuit, creating an almost seamless joint. The hood had dark bulbous lenses and a built-in blow-up gag, she inflated until her cheeks were bulging out, before unscrewing the pump and putting it in the same timed safe. Since that pump was required to remove the gag, even though she could get free of her bondage earlier, she would not release the gag before the safe opened. A wide leather posture collar was wrapped around her neck so taking the hood off would be quite difficult. Her original plan was to have it locked up, but she realized once she was all setup on the bed, that she had forgotten to. Well, the key was already in the safe, so, when she would be released, it was her goal to put the padlock on. She was sure she was going to have the necessary commitment to do so.

Finally, to keep everything on, she completed our outfit by a stainless steel chastity belt, locked tightly around her corseted waist.

She topped her head setup by a full gas mask with lenses that had been taped shut, so she wouldn’t have any clue by the amount of light entering the room, of what time it was. She fastened the numerous straps of the gasmask as tight as she could. The breather portion of the mask was linked with a long hose to the bubbler bottle.

Her feet were linked to the corners of the bed with chains attached to the steel cuffs by screwable chainlinks. The same on her wrists and collar. Her knees had also been fitted with steel cuffs, linked with a chain just long enough that, with her ankles fully stretched, there was a small pull inward of her knees, just enough to make it noticeable, at the same time, limiting even more her movements. She had also put steel cuffs over her elbows, but they were for the feeling, the weight only.

She squirmed on her bed, her limbs stretched to each corner, her neck entry latex catsuit creaking on the latex covered bed.

She slowly let go of her right arm, placing it over her head, toward the far right corner of her king size bed. Through her gasmask, she could still hear the chain going down, letting the steel plate slide inside her guiding tube toward the powerful magnet, until her arm reached the maximum, but the magnet hadn’t made contact.

She closed her eyes and sighs. Using her hips, already almost rigid by the tight corset, she pulled herself upward, pulling on the steel cuffs linking her feet to the corners of the bed. Then, she twisted her shoulders, trying to get even more toward the wall at the head of the bed, pulling on her left arm, stretching it, to get the slack required for the steel plate to reach the magnet at the end of her right arm.

Then she tried again, stretching her right arm. She closed her eyes, and suddenly, with the last pull, she felt her right wrist being pulled along as the steel plate made a secure contact with the magnet, sealing her fate.

She tested her bonds, pulling on all her limbs, one after the other, and all at the same time. She had no way out. She was stuck. Her leather corset creaked as she tried to take another deep breath. She worked the blow-up gag filling her mouth. Opening or closing her eyes made no difference. She was in total darkness.

She moved her neck, held straight by the large leather posture collar, fastened loose enough to be comfortable for 24 hours, yet tight enough to remind her she was wearing it. As she tried to move her head up, she was reminded that it, too, was attached to the wall behind her.

As if on cue, the two huge dildos inside her began their dance of firing and stopping, sometimes in sequence, which helps build up the orgasm, and sometimes totally out of sync, which made them only disturbingly, teasing. The tens unit was sometimes having a mind of its own, and at other times, was in sync with the dildos, increasing the feelings.

She pulled on her feet, wrapped in knee high black leather ballet boots, feeling the cuff pull against them, not giving up.

After the first pretty basic and almost boring orgasm, she dozes off. She could do nothing else. She was in her own little world, almost totally cut from any exterior sensory input, except from some faint hearing as she forgot to put the ear plugs prior to putting the full latex hood. A small detail. Since she was alone in the house, it wasn’t a big hassle.

She was awakened by a shock on her breasts. The tens unit was firing. Alone. Again. It wasn’t painful, just incredibly disturbing. She had absolutely no stimulation at her crotch, only the zapping on her breasts. She moaned and squirmed, trying to get the dildo to fire, as if it was the way it worked. They were controlled by a small microcontroller, a friend of her programmed. Right now, she was hating that guy. 

Then, everything went dead. Then one simple jolt of one dildo. Then silence. Then a jolt of the other dildo, followed by a silence. Then the zap. Then one dildo. Then the other. Then both at the same time. Silence. Zap, fire1, fire2. Silence. It went on, building it gently at first. Slowly, keeping her always aroused, but not enough to have pleasure. Always on the edge or teasing.

Damn! She really hated that guy.

Then the dance went on faster, more sequenced. Now, she was liking that guy. Yes. It was stimulating. A lot. She squirmed in her bonds, which only increased her pleasure. That was the reason why she loved bondage in the first place, getting pleasure from the restraints themselves. Then it built up, stronger, faster. Oh man! This was going to be awesome. Yes she was launching, the engines were lighting.

She loved that guy.

And… All hell broke loose. No, she didn’t launch. Her brain became all mixed up as all of a sudden, every toy was out of sync, canceling one another. Throwing her back on the ground.

She hated that guy.

Then it was back in sync. More powerful, faster. She was straining to breath, increasing her arousal. The corset was too tight. The collar was too tight. The binds were too tight. The toys…

A thermonuclear explosion was a wet firecracker compared to that. If the bed hadn’t been bolted on the floor, it would have traveled across the house, tearing every wall in the process. She screamed, but it was only in her mind. Her heart was racing, her brain was getting short circuited. It lasted an incredibly long time before it slowed down, dying slowly, leaving her completely exhausted, emptied, satisfied for the next millenia.

And it was only the first real one.

Damn! She loved/hated that guy.

She fell asleep. She didn’t mind her difficult breathing, the tight corset, her stretched aching limbs. She could sleep on a bed of nails. Her hormones had kicked in.

Some while later, she had no clue of the time it was, after another powerful orgasm like that, she was about to doze off, switching from reality to fantasy to reality again when she thought she heard some noise. She stopped breathing, heart pounding, putting it on her imagination. Her brain was practically getting fried by her hormones.

“Damn! Did I locked the door? I’m sure I did. I double-checked it” she thought, puzzled.

She listened some more.

“llo? Hello? Anybody home?” she heard.

Shit. There was really someone in the house! Really? Who would that be? She told everybody she knew that she was going away for the weekend. She even hid her car in a parking lot and came back by cab to make it believable, so she would be all alone.

“Hello?” said the man’s voice this time, getting closer, followed by a woman’s voice “Hey-Ho… Anybody home?.. See? I told you. She isn’t here. She had been blabbing on facebook for the last week she would be gone. It was almost an invitation to come while the house was empty. Some people are so stupid.” said the woman.

Karen suddenly realized what she had done. Now she hoped what they were looking for wasn’t in the bedroom. The computer, TV, electronics were nowhere near the bedroom, and everybody knew she had minimums jewels.

“Okay, you proved your point.” she said. “Now let’s grab those files and get the hell out of here.” said the man.

“Relax. There’s no rush. And more, I’ve never visited such a house, and I want to take a tour.” said the man, getting closer to Karen’s bedroom.

“And this should be the bed… Oh shit! Would you look at that? She isn’t gone after all. She’s just one of those BDMS freak or something.”

“Oh my…” said the woman.

Karen was trying to stay immobile, as to pass for invisible, but a black shiny body, spread-eagled on a red latex covered bed, is hard to miss. 

She twitched when she felt a hand on her latex covered thigh, slowly going upward, toward her crotch. And it’s at that moment the vibrators decided to turn on.

“Well, she’s all prepped up. I guess we could have some fun. Isn’t it part of those games?” asked the man.

“You can’t.” said the woman. “The holes are already occupied and there’s no way in.” she said as Karen felt a pull against her steel chastity belt, holding the dildos in place.

“There must be a key somewhere for that thing.” said the man.

Karen heard some struggle.

“Stop it, Phil. Yeah, you’ll have some fun, you’ll spew your cum all over her and leave, leaving a trail of DNA as long as how stupid you are. Go get those files you’re after and we’ll leave. We did too much already.”

“Yes… yes, you’re right. I saw her laptop over there.” he said, his voice going away.

Karen tried to struggle, tried to get free, but her setup was too secured. She still felt a presence close to her.

“Wow, a timer, and to release you in… Oooo. Nice setup. Lets change the rules a little, shall we.” she said as Karen heard the bips created when people pushed the timer buttons.

The bubbler was making more and more noise as Karen became more and more nervous, anxious.

“Now, now, honey.” she heard as the woman was climbing on the bed, over Karen, sitting on her waist. “you have to take slow breaths. Apparently, the bubbler is not enough. Let me fix that.” she said.

Karen struggled to get free, but it was a lost cause. She felt her neck collar being loosened then tightened even tighter. Now, swallowing would be difficult. This was way too tight to be comfortable.

“There you go, honey. You’ll feel much better now. Sweet dreams.” she softly said, then yelling “DID YOU GOT THOSE FILES OR NOT?” as she left.

Soon after, Karen heard the door close.

She hadn’t planned this situation. Her brain was going wild, trying to cope with her bondage, the tight collar, the visitors and the files they were coming to get… but what files? She didn’t have any sensible information on anything. 

And the other questions: what did that woman do? What setup did she put Karen into.

The dildos firing again were not welcomed, but she couldn’t help it. She had no way out. The orgasm buildup was just too powerful. She let herself be dragged by their dance, in unison with the tens unit, waving her body, relentlessly building another powerful orgasm. She was straining against her tight bonds, rocking as hard as she could on the bed, swinging her stretched body on the mattress, bed creaking, almost lifting off the floor. The restraints held tight. It was a good thing otherwise the whole bedroom would have looked like a war zone.

The tight collar, the added restriction to her breathing actually made it even more powerful. She felt like burning inside her.

Damn! It was so good!

She slowly cycled down, her body gradually stopped shaking and squirming, her breathing became more regular, more relaxed.

“Wow! That looked like something I should try someday.”

Karen startled. She turned her head toward the voice, but couldn’t see anything. The mystery woman was back. Then she felt a touch on her stretched right arm, just on her upper arm. A gentle touch. A soft rub, going slowly down, to her armpit, to her breasts, where the single finger made a slow figure 8 loop around them, then made smaller and smaller circles, going up to her nipples, feeling the tens pad under the latex. She squeezed them. 

Karen couldn’t help it and moaned. She liked it.

Then, starting between her breasts, the finger slowly slid down, over her corset, toward her navel, where again, it made a couple of circles before reaching the chastity belt.

Then it was both inner thighs. Fingers were drawing little circles inside her legs, as close as her crotch as they could be.

Karen couldn’t help it again. This was just too good. She trusted her hips upward, welcoming the touch. Although it was a stranger and she could do nothing about it, the feelings were just too strong, or her will was simply too weak by then.

After playing in her inner thighs for a while, she felt the weight of someone sitting on her legs, and the caressing hands moved upward, gliding along her corset, squeezing her breasts again, then around her neck and gasmask, until it reached her arms, up to her hands.

She felt fondling at her wrists, then her arm was firmly gripped, and pulled forward. The chainlink had been removed and she had been untied!

She fought as hard as she could, but the rest of her body was still very much secured to the bed.

“Now, calm down, sweety. Just play along.” said the calm woman’s voice as her right wrist was drawn to her chastity belt, where she heard a padlock lock her steel wrist cuff to a D ring on the side of the belt. 

Then she felt the stranger lean on her, crushing her chest, her head getting close to hers. “Isn’t this part of the game after all? Being dominated?” said the woman, softly, whispering over Karen’s covered ears.

The same thing was done to her left wrist. The woman then turned around, sitting over Karen’s knees, and unlinked her ankles, then using her own knees, she pulled Karen’s legs together, putting a padlock at her ankles and her knees cuffs.

Karen tried to struggle, but she was still firmly held by her collar linked to the wall. The woman got off Karen’s legs and quickly turned her on her stomach. The short chain linking her collar to the wall was making her neck twist, almost choking her.

“Behave and it won’t be too long.” said the woman as she grabbed the steel cuffs on Karen’s upper arms and linked them together in her back before turning Karen on her back.

She sat on her corseted waist.

“Now, once more, you will behave. Anyways, the way you are tied up, you won’t get far.” she said as she untied Karen’s collar from the wall, giving her some air at the same time. “Let’s call it… The Game.”

Karen felt pulled to sit and slowly dragged out of the bed. Her bubbler bottle was squeezed between her arms, then the woman took her up and balanced her on her shoulders to carry her.

Karen squirmed, but she knew there was nothing much she could do. Even more since the dildos decided to fire. It was not the time! The woman seemed to laugh.

“It will make your little travel time more enjoyable.” she said, laughing.

Karen was searching who that voice was belonging to, but with her hearing dampened with the hood and gasmask, she couldn’t figure out who it was, and it had to be someone quite strongly built to carry her like that.

She knew the house, and she figured that she was getting transported to the front door.

She had chosen that house because no neighbor could see it. It was for her privacy. Now, she wished she didn’t have that much privacy.

She was sitting on the floor, inside what she made out was a utility van, as she was tied to its wall with ratchet straps over her shoulders, another one at her waist, and her legs, tied to the floor with more ratchet straps at the thighs and ankles. She struggled the best she could, but she couldn’t get any slack out of them.

She concentrated on the travel. She knew the area. Yes, the van was turning right out of her driveway. Okay, first stop forward, then left at the next intersection. Yes, she knew where she was heading: the main boulevard. But then a left, right. A very slow turn. What happened? Did she turn right or made a U-turn? Then it was right… but was it really an intersection or just a curve on a street she didn’t know? Shit! She was lost. She had no way to figure out where she was going.

She tried to concentrate on the noises, bumps, railroad tracks, long stops indicating that it might be traffic lights, but when her dildos fired another time, she lost memory of everything. Sitting like she was, created a new vibration pattern. She moaned loudly. She hated that guy again.

“Having fun, back there, hey? Better enjoy it while it lasts.” she said, followed by some evil laugh.

After what seemed like hours, but could have been, well… hours, the van stopped.

This time, she heard men’s voices. She was untied and easily picked up and carried out of the van to some room, where she was stood on a stool, her collar linked to a chain obviously coming from the ceiling. She could get up, but walking was next to impossible, and she felt the constant pull of that chain on her collar.

She could hear the camera clicking. They were taking pictures of her. Amid the noise, she heard a few key words: bid. Auction. Winner. Shipping.

Shit! She was being sold!

By now, the fun was totally gone. She was carried once more, but this time, she was laid down in what she found to be a quite comfortable table. Then something was spread over her. Then she felt a strong compression and something was banging. She began to panic: she was being crated!

She squirmed as much as she could. Again, the dildos and tens unit decided it was the right time to fire. Almost unable to move, the pressure of the packing material was increasing the feeling. The orgasm came. She was sure that, from the exterior, the crate was rocking like it was possessed, while in reality, nothing showed. Not a sound. Not a move.

She felt being loaded into something. Then the noise, the feeling… an airplane. A small, private airplane. She panicked! That was unreal. Straining against her bonds and the tight crate, she quickly got exhausted and fell unconscious.

She was breathing calmly, then suddenly, a rush, a tug on her bonds. She felt her neck not able to go farther than a few inches, the collar tightened to a comfortable position. She was stretched. She heard a noise: an air conditioning. HER air conditioning.

What the hell… She realized that her last orgasm had been so powerful, that she had been obviously delirious for a while, and imagined, dreamed her abduction, her being sold to the highest bidder.

“What a fucking experience!” she said to herself, feeling her bonds, pulling on her limbs, exactly as she had made them a few hours earlier. She realized that the visitors, the files, which she still had no clue what they could be, were all part of that strange delirious dream.

She relaxed. Everything was going fine. She wondered what the next orgasm would bring. What her fucked up brain would imagine.

She calmed down, slowly squirming on her bed, feeling the tight rubber clinging on her body through a fine layer of sweat. She loved to tug on her bounds, feeling the restriction.

She was about to doze off when she heard some noise. What the hell. She concentrated.

“llo? Hello? Anybody home?” she heard.”Hey-Ho… Anybody home?.. See? I told you. She isn’t here.

© Pete / monsterp63, February 16, 2017

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