A bit of background on me other then the fact I love bondage either tying someone up or myself. I have found out at times I can tie myself better than others can which is a drag, but also even when tying myself no matter how hard I try I can at times escape my own hands too easily or too soon. This is not the case for the last tie I had tried. I own a home remodeling company and do work for many people and few if any knew my perverted tastes. For this particular job the home owner was out of state for the summer and would not be home anytime soon and I was the only one with the key to the house. I had placed a lock box on the door as real estate agents do so that the key would not get lost while working on the house. This also served a useful purpose for a safety to get in and still have the door locked to others.
 
I set it up where a woman I had known for a relatively short amount of time would come and check on me at a set time. She is a switch but I think she is more sub because when it comes to being a Domme she does not fair all too well and is inexperienced. Not to say there is an issue with that after all we all have to have a beginning.

My prep was to take a small plastic bottle of drinking water and put my key inside that. I used about 10 ounces of water in a 16oz bottle. Key was frozen at center of bottle with a few large metal washers on string. String was knotted to possibly help it stay in ice longer. In a similar bottle I took an identical non-working key and did the same. These bottles were hung at opposite ends on a ceiling fan at the ends of the blades. Oh and the fan was spinning on low speed. Now it was time to get to work and tie myself.

I took rope and tied my ankles to begin with wrapping the rope in one direction. I then took a pair of metal handcuffs and placed them in the center of a rope and used that rope to cinch ankles together so when tied cuffs would be at the back of my ankles. I then tied my legs above and below my knees. Next came the foam ear plugs followed by a butt plug. This was not easy getting in as I had no activity there in quite a long time. I then placed a leather belt around my waist to keep my arms close to my body. Belt was loose enough to slip them in but not any room where they could move once both under the belt. As well I had a very tight cock ring on that would prevent me from cumming.

Once I made sure everything was set I took some duct tape wrapped my ankles so I could not attempt to loosen my ankles and escape. I had already prepared a note for my safety saying if caught please make sure I suffer and take the rope tied from my head to my ankles and make it already tighter then it is - arching me even more. I left her a camera and strap on. Nice guy that I am you could say.

Last but not least I took my blindfold placed it on my eyes and then pulled on the full head harness gag. I thought the gag portion was too small and not filling enough so I wrapped it in black electrical tape over and over until it was large enough to make me strain. On my gag harness there are about 5 straps that go all over my head to make it tight. I had broken the locking mechanism in the past so I used zip ties to fix it thus making it unable to unbuckle. Three are set in place the last two I can adjust. However if you are not familiar with my gag you would wonder why the hell it won't unlock. With that on I took the rope from the top of it and tied it to my ankles then brought it back to the top out of reach from my hands.

I then simply placed hands under waist belts and had leather cuffs on each wrist and used the metal cuffs attach to my ankles to lock them on. I was now officially seriously hogtied. Every now and then I could feel water drip on my from the ice spinning above. With earplugs I thought it might be hard to know when it fell or where it fell. I quickly lost track of where I was in a 12 x 15 bedroom with no furniture.

Then I heard the key fall with a crash due to the washers, which was the whole purpose. I tried to remember where I heard them hit and work my way there. Moving was a bitch and a very slow process. I lost track very easily if I was moving straight or to the side. In no time at all I had no idea where the key had landed and no matter how hard I tried I knew I was not going to find the key. I laid in bondage struggling and suffering to no avail. Then the door opened. I was happy I would soon be let free.
 
She walked in and seen the note I had wrote but had quickly forgotten about. I tried to talk but the gag was more than effective. I tried like hell to push it out and speak but was beaten by the gag. She tried to understand what I said but could not and that made it very frustrating. Next thing I knew she was taking the rope on my head and pulling it tighter. SHIT! I forgot all about that and now it was the last thing I wanted. I tried to tell her no but it did not work. I found out later she had picked up my digital camera and taken a few snap shots of me.

After a while, I have no idea how long, she released me from my hogtie, but not from my gag or restraints. I was led down two flights of stairs and taken to the basement where I had set up some hooks in the ceiling and floor near a table. I was bent over the table and this is where she took me with the strap on. Unfortunately for me she did not use it long or even push me. I think the most painful part about it was when she just yanked the plug out of my ass. Other than that it was short lived and easy to tolerate. Maybe the next woman won't be so gentle. I was then released to clean up.
 
 
Hey Anna its Ashley. I would like to tell you a great bondage story that you will love.
 
 
About 4 weeks ago me and my friend got on the topic of bondage. Closer to the end of our talk she said "I got an idea. Every day you spend in bondage I will give you $100. I will feed you and make sure that you don't die."
 
 
At the time this sounded like a good idea so I said yes. We worked out the times that she would come every day. 10:00a.m. and 7:00p.m. at each of these times she would take 15 minutes to feed me then she would leave. To do this I would have to spend ALL of my time including sleeping and eating in bondage. If i told her to take of any piece of bondage at any time the bet would be over. But if i escaped from the bondage the bet would not be over just when she comes to check on me I would be in bondage again. For my entire time in bondage I would be locked in my basement so even if I did escape I would have no were to go and I would be forced to wait for her to come back. In the basement there would be no open windows and they would be covered up to prevent me from knowing what time of day it was and there were no clocks or any other way of telling the time.

There was nothing but a bare dark basement, a small dim light in one of the corners a walkie talkie. If I needed help all I had to do was press a button and Cayla would be on her way. there was also a cot on the ground for me to sleep on.
 
Finally the day came. I would not be modelling for about 5 weeks so this was the perfect time to do it. Cayla (my friend) brought these bondage items. Ball gag, handcuffs x4, 5 rolls of duct tape, 150ft of rope, butt plug, corset, and something in a normal brown box. She said that if I was bad or if I escaped she would use the item in the box on me! Cayla said that she would put the keys to my handcuffs somewhere along the ground of the basement. She warned me that if I did unlock myself she would use what was in the box.
 
One sunday afternoon at about 1:30 we were ready. First Cayla made me put on the pink corset and the matching panties. Then she tied my thighs together, she tied my ankles together then tied them off to my thighs making a frog tie. She then she put 2 pairs of handcuffs on my wrists and 1 pair restraining my elbows together. she tied the handcuffs from my wrists off to my ankles making a hogtie and a frogtie at the same time. Finally she tightly strapped the ball gag to my face. "there you go, I will be back in a while so don't wait up on me." I listened to her walk up the stairs, close the door then I heard the lock click shut on the door. I wondered what I got my self into and how long I could last.
 
I lasted for what seemed like 12 hours until she came back. She just walked down about 5 steps, looked at me and said "good" then she walked away and locked the door behind her. I moaned trying to tell her that I needed to go to the bathroom. I could not hold it anymore so I just let it go on the floor. I crawled over to the cot and went to sleep.
 
I woke up with Cayla sitting right there. she had a plate of food. she took off my gag and put the food in my mouth. then i was about to talk to her she strapped the gag back on my face and left. Every day I would search for the key until I got tired. Then one day while I was about to give up, I found the key. I groaned with excitement under the gag. I quickly unlocked my handcuffs then I took off the bonds holding my thighs and ankles together. I also took off the corset and wet panties and sat there on my bed so excited to get out and feel free. I forgot about what Cayla said and soon enough she came back. She looked down the stairs and smiled at me, she ran back up the stairs and grabbed the box. Before I could say hi I was tied up again. "so you thought that you could outsmart me. lets see what you think of this." she pulled out a skinny metal rod with a little box on the end. She stuck the metal rod up my ass and flipped a switch. She said to me "you'll see what it does soon enough, oh and Ashley, I'm taking the keys to your handcuffs." She walked up the stairs and locked the door behind her. I thought to myself this isn't as bad as I thought then I felt a shock in my butt. I screamed under my gag in pain. The shocker never stopped until after what felt like 23 hours it stopped, I knew the battery was dead and the pain was over.
 
Every day she came and fed me at different times of the day to disorient me and screw up my sense of time even more. I never escaped the bondage again. One day I just had enough I crawled over to the walkie talkie and pressed the button. Cayla was over within minutes she unlocked my gag and I said "untie me, I've finally had enough."
 
Cayla told me That I spent a total of 21 days in bondage!!!!! She paid me $2100, and I don't think I'll be doing that anytime soon.
 
I'm sorry that this is wrong but I hope that everybody enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.
 
Ashley
 
 
Mrs. Jacky Graham finally awakes from a prolonged period of utter oblivion following a hard-fought but lost fight with the prostitute she was observing for her client. Eyes blinking in the suddenly-strong light to which she has become unaccustomed during her lengthy spell of eyes-tight-shut forced insensibility, she tries to work out where she is; when she is; and what has happened to her!



How long was she knocked out for? What time is it? Not clear. It’s dark still but for an artificial light. The soles of her feet feel cold and the awakening snoop realizes she is barefooted. Are her feet poking out of her duvet? Her head aches, dreadfully.

Jacky makes to stretch, to exercise muscles that have been unmoving for a long time. As she does so, she pulls up short, gagging and spluttering as something chokes her about the neck! Panicking, she tries to buck and twist to get out but only multiplies the choking sensation till she is coughing badly - and then she realizes her mouth is blocked - she's been gagged! Of course. She’s not at home. Not in bed. Memories begin to flow back to her. She had been sleuthing, late at night, in her body stocking and bare feet! Her eyes focus at last, upon the mesh covering her arms.

Mrs. Graham recognizes the taste and texture of a cloth cleave gag and it finally brings home to her that she is a captive of another. Then her senses tell her that she is laying upon her front, breasts squashed into the carpeted yet still-hard floor and she further detects that her legs are arched above her back! She can wiggle and flex her feet freely at the ankles - but little more! Jacky twists her head about hopefully, big frightened eyes peering into the dimly lit room, now once more accustomed to light.

Attempts to move her legs- or indeed her head - lead to a rapid repetition of her choking fit so that the tied-up ‘tec realizes that any significant movement of either will constrict her throat and that gentle, controlled movements are essential. Notwithstanding the recent self-throttling, Jacky’s rapidly reviving consciousness enables her to assess that she has been severely hogtied, in an unusual manner such that her ankles are secured by rope to a slip-noose around her neck! Jacky’s arms are in front of her, their wrists tied together; this appears to provide a degree of freedom, but in fact she needs to maintain herself upon her elbows to prevent her head and upper body from falling forward, pulling the rope to her ankles taut and strangling her.

Jacky assesses her own condition. Raticus! Her head hurts, not unsurprisingly given the manner in which she succumbed to her enemy, and so do her breasts, again unsurprisingly. She has sore welts around her wrists and ankles from the ropes- and further welts on her throat from the noose located there, which has crushed her windpipe somewhat, making her speech hoarse were she not already gagged. Her crotch aches too, though she can no longer determine what caused it. Her throat welt is oddest of all.

Further lateral struggling and twisting reveals she has been tied up - very uncomfortably- whilst she was still out for the count. But Mrs. Graham has regained her ability to reason. She's been hogtied before and knows from experience that the hogtied body is very unstable, usually falling to one side. Yet here, she came to laying on her front; not only this, but with only minor pain from the noose about her neck. Yet is she had fallen over to one side, even partially, her legs falling back to their usual place, she might well have strangled to death. Yet this didn't happen! Instead, Jacky came round with her arms placed to hold her head upright; and her experimentation with the balance of the rope stretched twixt ankles and throat has demonstrated to her that if she keeps still, the tautness of the rope is just right to hold her ankles and neck in equilibrium! This is too much of a coincidence. Crap.

It leads Jacky to the conclusion that her call-girl captor has engineered the beastly bondage to torment her, probably for interrogation. Had she wished to top her, kill her, she has had plenty of opportunity to do so whilst the Ayrshire Angel slept her forced sleep. That she has not done so, that she has engineered a bondage designed to perfectly hold her in this tense position and no more, suggests more forceful intentions, such as interrogation. The woman is not in the room at present- but is she watching from behind? Jacky can feels eyes looking upon her, her skin already crawling at the realization that the young tart had been playing around with her unconscious, noodle-limp body and limbs, her hands and fingers deftly handling and pawing her all over as she put together the fiendish hogtie and getting the tension of the ropes just right. How many times did the MILF’s mute, inert form drop to one side or the other like a sack of potatoes? That might explain the pains in her ribs!

Thinking positively however, the dauntless Dalry detective figures that there’s probably still time to get clear, get home and up in time to get breakfast for the kids! Her stricken head whirls with a wave of dizziness but Jacky fights the temptation to give in to it and pass out again. She tries to remember what happened to her. The last thing she remembers is the discordant tinkling crash of smashed ceramic on one side of her skull. Pain exploded- then black nothingness. Now, she is here, awake again. She recalls- that’s right- she was wrestling with a nude woman!

Finding herself suddenly jumped by her erstwhile target, the blonde body stocking barefoot bloodhound fought back courageously and not unskillfully, but her lithe and naked antagonist was half her age and after 10 minutes or more the sexy sleuth, caught in a non-carnal clinch, found her stamina running low before she was able to gain any definite advantage. Her younger, fitter opponent seemed to twist free as if covered in oil, forcing Jacky to try to scramble up after her; but too slowly! The prostitute had grabbed a vase on a table and in a single movement swept it against her head! The resounding crack delivered by the vase shattering onto the side of Mrs. Graham's skull, instantly finishing the fight with her knocked unconscious, has left the mystery solving MILF dazed and disoriented, but she can ascertain she is in the same room in which she was beaten and knocked out.

Now the sassy sleuth from Ayrshire knows that she has been tightly tied up during her period of deep unconsciousness; her body stocking has been unzipped; and she can only speculate upon what else may have been perpetrated upon her fallen, insensate flesh by the heinous hooker who had vanquished her in her lost fight.

"MMMMMMMPPPHHH!! MMMMMMPPPphhhHH!!"

The fastidious feminine forty something finds that she cannot enunciate; she has been gagged whilst her mouth lay slack and open in the grip of nothingness. But the tenacious 'tec realizes there is no answer. She is alone. Don't panic, Jacky old girl!

She must now look to escape. The perpetrator is not present for now, but Jacky is aware that the roping from her ankles to her delicate neck requires her to maintain a tense balance or face choking and possible strangulation!

Trying to release her ring blades to slice through her wrist binds, the Prestwick PI is devastated to discover that these have been removed from her fingers as she lay knocked out on the floor! Flexing her bare feet, the tall blonde considers ways to defeat her bonds, as her recently-bludgeoned brain begins to regain activity as slugged-senseless synapses reignite after their lengthy downtime.
Can Mrs. Graham escape? Will she return home by morning? Her family have no notion of the peril which has befallen the wife and mother!
Can Jacky return home in time to take the kids to school?

Or will she remain, a captive at the mercy of the Ayr-based prostitute who struck her down, defeating the determined detective and obtaining power over her flaccid form?


Betty pleaded with Matron to stop the enema punishment.

‘Please, Matron, I’m going to burst!’

‘Nonsense, you silly girl. You can take a lot more of the cleansing fluid yet. And once we’re done, we’ll grease that naughty back passage and fit the plug. Then you’ll be bound and gagged and left for the rest of the afternoon to contemplate your sinful ways.’

But pretty, buxom Betty continued to moan and so Matron called Nurse Phillips away from her duties with another naughty, heavily bosomed beauty (who was already tightly secured in her pretty undies in the punishment seat and pleading desperately into her fat penis gag as the vibrators fitted to the seat buzzed away at full power inside her sex and arse). 

‘Betty’s panties are on the toilet lid. Use them as a gag. Seal them in place with the surgical tape.’

The very beautiful Nurse Phillips smiled and performed a bob curtsey.

‘No, please….please!’ Betty begged, as the thick, creamy fluid continued to flow into her back passage and fill her tormented bowels.

Nurse Phillips stood nearly six feet tall in her demanding stiletto heeled courts shoes of shiny white leather. Her white uniform dress was very short and tight, revealing with the frilled edges of her panties and providing a detailed and arousing view of perfectly shaped legs sealed in sheer white nylon pantyhose. Her large bosom always seemed about to burst the buttons of the dress and a number of the girls had terrible crushes on her, including the very lovely Betty. 

With a mincing feminine delicacy, Nurse Phillips, her sky blue eyes filled with cruel mischief, her strawberry blonde hair bound in a tight bun beneath a cute cap, picked up the pink, white poka-dotted panties from the top of the nearby toilet and then positioned herself so that she was facing away from Betty and the tormented young woman was staring directly at her large, shapely bottom.

Then, in an act of supremely cruel provocation, Nurse Phillips quite deliberately dropped the panties on the floor and, with her nyloned legs held tightly together, bent forward to pick them up. Betty watched, eyes wide with anguish and a terrible, helpless desire as the skirt of the white dress rose up over Nurse Phillips’ backside to reveal, outlined by sheer nylon and her own tight panties, the exquisite, plump orbs of her splendid buttocks. 

‘OOhhhhh!’ Betty moaned, as the Matron pushed the rubber enema tube deeper into her tormented arsehole and as the lovely nurse wiggled her scented bottom cruelly only twelve or so inches from the sweat soaked face of the luscious teenage beauty.

Nurse Phillips then slowly drew to her high heeled feet, the still warm panties in hand, and turned to face a wickedly tormented Betty.
‘Please,’ poor Betty whimpered, ‘don’t gag me with those…not my panties!’

In response, Nurse Phillips very firmly grasped Betty’s nostrils and pressed them painfully together, forcing the prone beauty to gasp for breath and thus create an opportunity to stuff the panties – gusset first – deep into her mouth. 

‘MMMppphhhhh!’ poor Betty protested, as Nurse Phillips took up the roll of thick, wide surgical tape and began – to Betty’s utter horror – winding the wide, sticky material over her mouth and around her head, thus sealing the panties very tightly in place. 

‘Ok, good,’ Matron said. ‘I have just about finished here. Help me fit the plug, then we can tie her up.’

Betty continued to squeal and struggle as Nurse Phillips covered the tip of the plug in a layer of lubricating gel and then, smiling cruelly, Matron eased the enema tube from her pretty captive’s arsehole. And no sooner was the tube removed, than Nurse Phillips stepped forward, pulled Betty’s gorgeously plump buttock cheeks apart and forced the phallic head of the plug deep into her already tormented back passage.

‘MMMMMpppphhhhhhhh!’ the poor beauty squealed in a much higher register as the plug was secured with a wicked determination.
‘Now the ropes.’

Betty whimpered and shook her head in terror, clearly in some considerable discomfort, as Matron and Nurse Phillips began the process of placing the young beauty in tight, disciplining bondage, using thick white cording to lash her nylon sheathed ankles, thighs and thighs together with expert and cruel precision. Then her arms were secured behind her back, bound with equal, taut rigour at her wrists, elbows and shoulders.

As she was tied, the pressure on her strained, bloated bowel increased and tears of pain and fear began to pour from her pretty, honey brown eyes. 

‘Imagine if we took the plug out now – it would be like a volcanic eruption!’

Matron’s sadistic joke induced a girlish giggle from the astonishing Nurse Phillips. 

‘Now the hog-tie; then fit the punishment hood.’

Nurse Phillips obliged with a smile: taking up a further length of the strong, white rope, tying one end to the rope binding Betty’s black nylon sheathed ankles tightly together and then pulling up her legs by the ankles and securing the other end of the additional rope to the rope binding her crossed wrists, and thus pulling the unfortunate and very pretty creature into a demanding and painful hogtie that added to her general discomfort.

Once secured, the hogtie was tested by an obviously aroused Matron. Watching Nurse Phillips take up the black, latex rubber punishment hood, she gently stroked poor Betty’s ample, exposed buttocks and pressed teasingly on the head of the tightly fitted anal plug, inspiring more loud squeals of protest and outrage.

Poor Betty’s eyes widened with a deeper, darker terror as Nurse Phillips stepped forward with the hood: eyeless and mouthless, with just two small holes close together that were designed to fit over the wearer’s nostrils and provide air. 

‘MMMMpppphhhhhh!’ Betty squealed, shaking her head furiously.

But resistance was utterly futile. Demonstrating considerable strength, Nurse Phillips grabbed Betty roughly by her hair and told her very firmly to hold still. Shocked by the pain of nearly having her lovely hair pulled out by its roots, poor Betty obeyed and the gorgeous, buxom nurse began to work the perverse, sinister hood over her head, ensuring an exact second skin fit that ensured she was much more effectively silenced, hardly able to hear and completely unable see.

‘Excellent!’ Matron exclaimed. ‘Now fit Jenny’s hood. Then we can retire to my room for the rest of the afternoon for a little….relaxation.

Jenny, a very buxom brunette, also stripped to her undies (yet also minus her panties) and already very tightly bound and penis gagged, sat upright in the “punishment chair”, a long legged stool whose seat was fitted with two long, thick vibrators that slipped neatly into the arse and cunt of any unfortunate who was positioned upon it. Panty-less and already tormented by the presence of the buzzing dark intruders, she had been positioned so that she was forced to observe her gorgeous, tethered body in the full length bathroom mirror. Yet, thanks to the hood, she too was soon lost in a soundless, voiceless darkness, her ample body assaulted by the steady, deeply arousing vibrations of the phallic intruders.

And this was how the two very naughty girls were left, helpless and tormented, and just as punishment for running down a corridor instead of demonstrating the mandatory ladies wiggle mince, left moaning and struggling while Matron and Nurse Phillips made an intense and quite exhausting love for more than two and a half hours.


(Story credit Christina Shelly)



Movie Name: Baharam Badsha

Language: Bangla

Scene: 2 OTM of same lady

Actress: Unknown actress

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