Twas the night before Christmas.

Usually, it’s family gatherings, spending time with relatives, awaiting midnight to open presents, seeing kids’ eyes light up with whatever Santa’s brought, whether they’ve been good or naughty.

But on this Christmas eve, Karen was alone. She was not lonely, only alone. She had found every excuse possible to be by herself. She wanted to do that stunt for years, now she had the chance, thanks to Mother Nature who made driving a hellish stunt by sending a weather soup of snow, rain, hail, freezing rain, frazil, you name it. The best excuse to stay home.

For many, this meant a  not so joyful day. But for others, like Karen, it was almost a dream come true: she would spend Christmas night… bound up.

By noon, she had done her red neck entry catsuit, and accessorised it with white leather collar and simple cuffs, a black latex corset and black knee high leather platform boots with a six inches heel, topping everything with a red and white latex hood. She had spent the afternoon wandering around, fixing everything for her night in bondage, especially her secret bondage furniture.

She had made her Christmas tree right besides her unique flower pot stand, a well disguised vertical stock she constructed herself. It was made for self bondage, with an electromagnet holding close the collar/hand board. All the hardware was well concealed under false foliage or accessories to her flower pot.

It consisted of five boards: ankles, knee, hips, waist and neck/wrists. She carefully removed all the flower pots from the different, ahem, support holes, and removed the concealing foliage to reveal fine brass hardware. She was shivering with anticipation. It was too early to get herself into it. It would be for later. Nonetheless, her breath was shaking and she was getting hot by the minute. Every step she made, every movement she did, was arousing, and she had to do quite a few to remove the total of 9 flower pots that were on the supports.

She stood by the window, looking at that harsh weather. Right now, it was heavy, wet snow falling. There was barely no car down the streets of her apartment building. She still felt guilty of not attending. She had planned her stunt for months, finding the best excuses, and then the weather made it all easier. She had a thought for her family she was not going to see. “There’s always new year”, she said to herself.

A little over two hours to midnight. She took two huge vibrating dildos and gently inserted them inside the latex  sheaths of her latex catsuit before closing the zipper over them. They were set for random firing, and their batteries should last until morning. To make sure they would stay well in place, she put on her stainless steel chastity belt, putting the crotch strap as tight as possible so it would push the dildos in, fully, without any chance of falling down. The waistband had been adjusted to close over that corset, and it was nonetheless a tight fit. With a shiver running up her spine, she closed the chastity belt lock. Those keys were in a timed safe: she would not take them off before noon the next day. 

She added up a panel gag equipped with a huge ballgag that pulled her tongue down. She would be unable to make the simplest of sounds. She fastened the leather harness tightly around her head, adding small padlocks of which keys were in the timed safe.

It was time to set up the stocks. She had a friend who had made her an electronic timer, with hours setup only. She pressed the setup button until it indicated 8. She figured eight hours would be long enough, which was also pretty much the extent of her vibrating dildow batteries.

The timer was embedded under the board so that nothing was showing. The circuit and magnet were wired through the wall. Nothing was visible, and there was no way to unplug anything.

She opened all the boards, which were on hinges, to take place. Putting her ankled first, she bent down to close the board. It was a tight fit over her leather boots and exactly the right height to fit with those boots. It was kept close, as all the others except the neck board, with draw latches. She had to use the pulling force of the latch to close the board, compressing the leather of her boots around her ankles. To keep the latch closed, she fed a carabiner through the locking hole.

The knee board was also a tight fit, although she was just wearing her skintight latex catsuit. She had to be careful not to pinch her skin or the suit. She closed the latch and added the carabiner.

Followed was the hip board, squeezing her buns hard, and pressing against the steel belt. Again, the draw latch proved useful as forcing the board closed.

The waist board had also been cut to fit over that corset. Anything bigger would not have allowed it to close and even then, it was a tight fit.

Finally, the neck and wrist board. This one had a draw latch, but it was only to maintain it fully closed when used as a flower pot holder. The closing mechanism was provided by a spring-loaded hinge. She put a small pin held by a string between the board and the magnet, preventing them from touching, then pressed the start button of the timer. A red dot appeared in the display. She was set.

She pulled open the board, fed her right wrist the right hole, placed her neck and placed her left hand on the right hole, the spring-loaded hinge making sure the board was getting pulled back to the closing position. The simple leather cuffs, without any kind of attachments, were acting as fillers and cushions between her wrists and the wood, maintaining a tight grip.

She wiggled her legs and hips as much as she could, which wasn’t much, and did a mental check of everything, then pulled the pin preventing the neck board from fully close.

She felt it get tight around her neck and heard a very dry clack sound, meaning that the magnet had mated with the steel plate. She tried to force it open, but it wouldn’t bulge. The 125 Kg magnet was just too strong for a wrist to work it out.

She squirmed in her bonds, which enhanced her pleasures. At the same time, her dildos fired. Together!

She jolted. And she drooled. Moaning, she squirmed, but nothing moved much. She would be immobile for the next eight hours.

She was half asleep, half in heaver, half in hell (okay, that’s 3 halves, I know). She suddenly believed she heard sounds, voices. She stopped breathing.

“Karen? Are you here? It’s Lynda. I used your spare key, I didn’t want to knock in case you’re asleep.” she heard the woman whisper, somewhat, loudly.

She went wide-eyed! Lynda was in her apartment?

She heard gigglings and footsteps going away, toward her bedroom. She saw the light turn on.

“Surpri… Damn she’s not there.”

Karen heard footsteps coming toward the living room, as well as the classic shuffling sound of a puffy nylon down jacket.

“I know! I’ll leave the gifts by her three. She will have one hell of a surprise, as if Santa really went here”, said Lynda to herself, giggling.

Lynda entered silently and crouched at the Christmas tree to put down two small boxes.

“There. Perfect.” she said as she turned around to leave.

Karen was holding her breath, trying to go invisible, although the christmas lights of the tree were reflecting on her shiny catsuit. Then her dildos fired, and she couldn’t repress a moan quickly muffled.

“What the hell was that? Said Lynda..

Lynda turned around and looked at the shiny shadow just besides her. She was quick on the light switch, kind of hoping to catch a thief or something, but she startled at the sight!

“Oh…My… Gawd!!!”

Lynda approached the bound woman carefully, as if afraid that she would jump on her. Karen didn’t move. Well, she couldn’t anyways.

“Karen? Is… is that you?” she asked, getting closer to look at her eyes.

Karen nodded a yes.

“Who put you in this… thing… wait a minute?” she said, seeing all the flower pots on the floor. “That is your flower pot stand? I always thought it was looking strange.” she said, giving a long look at Karen’s setup. “Well, I didn’t know you were kinky, but… I like what I see.” she said with a wink. “How do you get out of this?” she asked, looking at the draw latches held closed with the carabiners, then she saw the electronic display on the neck board. “Oooo. Self bondage. And this number is what, minutes?”

Karen nodded no.

“Hours??” she said, startled.

Karen nodded yes.

“So, you still have, like, hum… 6 hours left before being released? And that sound I heard?” she said, crouching down at crotch level. “You have a vibrating dildo… no, two!”

“YOU HAVE TWO VIBRATING DILDOS IN THERE?” asked a stunned Lynda, getting back up, wide eyes.

Karen nodded yes.

“And those padlocks?” asked Lynda, taking one of the gag locks in her fingers.

Karen gestured 1 then two.

“One, two… 12? 12 hours?” said Lynda, but Karen nodded no, drawing a circle with her finger.

“Twelve… Noon! You’ll get the keys at noon.”!

Karen nodded yes.

“That’s so… interesting,” said Lynda. “Well, looks I don’t have anything else to do but wait for six hours for you to get out of this thing.”

Karen nodded no, and tried to make a swift head move toward the door.

“What?… you want me to get out of here?”

Karen nodded yes.

“In your dreams, Karen. I think I’m gonna have fun with you, but, well, for the next six hours, I don’t have much to do. If you don’t mind, I will squat your bed. See you in the morning.” she said with a devilish smile.

She took off her down jacket, that appeared to be rather tight fitting, to reveal a turtleneck shirt and jeggings, and comfy winter boots with a slight wedge sole. She took the boots off and walked away. Karen saw the light of the bedroom being turned back on.

“What the hell… Geesh, you do have a lot of toys!” said Lynda, discovering the opened secret stash drawer, with cuffs, ropes, chains and other fun and restrictive goodies.

She heard her shuffle stuff around, and then she opened the wardrobe.

“Oh my… No wonder why you never wanted me to peek into it. So much stuff. I… I think I’ll try that… and this.”

A few minutes later, she heard high heel clicking sounds, and Lynda appeared in a tight fitting PVC catsuit and high heel shoes. She was holding things in her hands.

“Say, Karen, I found a lot of padlocks but no keys. Are they all in the timed safe?”

Karen nodded yes. It was true, but also, she hoped it would be enough for her to try them, but would get stuck because, you still needed the combination to open the safe, and Karen could have her revenge, keeping Lynda locked.

“So, if I lock this, I won’t be able to remove it before the safe is open, right?”

Another yes nod.

“Well, I figured that I might sleep longer than 6 hours and I want to be sure you wouldn’t make anything… funny. So, better be safe than sorry.” she said, producing a handful of locks and replacing the carabiners with the locks on the stocks. When she reached the neck one, she noticed the draw latch that was opened. She closed it while looking with devil’s eyes at Karen and put the last padlock.

“And I also found this. I believe this goes… right over here.” she said, as she snapped a padded blindfold over Karen’s eyes, the push snaps fitting her head harness, rendering her completely blind.

“There.” she said, at the same time she squeezed Karen’s latex covered breasts. She then approached Karen’s ears, and softly whispered into them. “See you in the morning.”

Karen heard Lynda clicked her heels away, heading for the bedroom.

She was alone, in the dark, unable to move, and perfectly aware that she still had now 10 more hours in the stocks. The vibrators started. They usually tease her without making her lift off, but this time, perhaps because she now had no control over her setup, she had an orgasm. A very powerful one. A very powerful… first one.

The Morning After

She heard the clicking sound of the timer. The electromagnet had released. Just to prove to herself that she was still stuck, she nonetheless gave it a try, but the board didn’t open. Yes, she was locked in it, and very much awake. Her  muscles were beginning to ache, especially  her feet. She had been standing, completely immobile, for 8 hours now, and she had four more to go.

Her dildos had died out a short while ago. She would be standing there, immobile, blindfolded, gagged, and totally void of any stimulation. The little movements she could make inside the tight stocks prevented her to get anything out of the now dead dildos.

She had no way to tell the time. For all she knew, the safe could be unlocked, but Lynda was simply toying with her.

She finally heard some sounds coming from the kitchen, then the smell of coffee. That smelled good. She heard high heel footsteps coming closer and the smell of coffee getting stronger.

“Hello darling, how was your night? Did you rest much?”

Karen nodded no. She didn’t really sleep. She didn’t expect to. HER plan was to get out of the stocks and collapse on the bed to sleep a few hours before getting totally free. But, somehow, her plan had changed.

“Just so you know, you still have about half an hour to go, and here’s a small problem we have: I will need the combination for the safe. Just make the numbers with your fingers when you’re ready.

Using both hands, Karen gave the five numbers of the electronic lock of the safe.

“Okay, noted. I just hope I’ll be able to open it. See, last night, I played with the handcuffs and, somehow, I managed to lock them on my wrists… in my back, so… Wish me luck.” she said with a teasing tone in her voice.

Inside her blind mind, Karen began to panic: the safe was resting on the floor. Someone with her hands tied in her back would not be able to open it, or with a lot of difficulties, and three false codes lock the safe for two hours before any new attempt could be made. It was only when Lynda went to free her that she realized that, somehow, she had been able to make coffee and drink it. Lynda had simply toyed with her.

But ‘Lynda coming to free her’ was an overstatement. She unlocked the ankle and knee boards first, keeping Karen blindfolded. Karen moved her legs, slightly flexing the knees, getting some relief on her aching foot, but Karen pinned them down and wrapped something tight around her ankles: bondage cuffs, to which she linked with padlock.

Only after that did she free the rest of the boards, but not removing Karen’s gag or blindfold.

Karen wobbled a few steps away from the stock when Lynda stopped her and turned her around, again placing bondage cuffs on her wrists and linking them in her back. She added a wide bondage collar and snapped a leash on it.

“Come, follow me. We’re going to your bedroom.”

Karen followed, making itsy-bitsy steps, her feet aching and only wanting to either sit or lay down. The travel to the bedroom was long and excruciating, and when Lynda backed her against the bed, she let herself drop on it, letting out a big long shigh.

“Okay, now. I had time to look around and you have quite a setup here. I mean, there’s rings all over the platform bed frame, better make good use for them. I assume you want to rest?”

Karen nodded yes, but figured that her rest would not be… restful.

Lynda untied Karen’s feet and spread her legs to each corner of the bed before linking them to chains. She forced Karen to twist to her side while she reached to release her wrists, but they were quickly tied back to each corner of the head of the bed.

Lynda went again to Karen’s ankles, removing the links and pulling as hard as she could to stretch Karen like a bow string, before locking the chains back on.

“There. That should allow you to rest without the risk of falling off the bed.”

Karen grunt.

“You know, I know that you don’t have any plans for the rest of the Holidays, and neither do I. What do you say I stay here with you for the whole time? Don’t worry, I will take good care of you.” she said, then from a very lower, creepy voice, she added “Very good care of you.”

© Pete / monsterp63, December 25, 2017

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