Chapter 1: A Midnight Walk in Self-Bondage
I’m a girl who enjoys all kinds of intense sexual stimulation and I’m 18 years old. Two years ago, I fell in love with tying myself up, hands tied behind my back, shackled, struggling on my knees, trying in vain to break free of the ropes on my body so that I could fondle my little hole, but with my hands tied behind my back so tightly, I couldn’t get them loose, and that feeling of desperately wanting to masturbate but not being able to do so always made me very excited.
I live alone in a detached house, which gives me great opportunities for self-abuse. I had all kinds of tools for sexual abuse in my room, and the house had a pretty big basement with all kinds of torture devices.
In the past, I always played in my room. But today, I suddenly had a bold idea to tie out for a walk!
It made my kinky water flow without me realizing it.
I was unmotivated to work all afternoon. Good thing it’s the weekend, I can have a crazy holiday.
After work, I hurried home, ate dinner, and collapsed on the couch, watching a VCD of sexual abuse while waiting for it to get dark. You have to wait until a little later in the day when there are fewer people to tie it up outside.
With great difficulty, the clock struck eleven. I started to get ready to go out.
After a painfully hot shower, I put on black sheer stockings, a black lace trimmed garter belt, and finally black 5 inch heels, nothing else, just a red cape over the outside before going out.
Now the tying can begin. My pussy was wet again without realizing it when I remembered how tight the rope felt against my body.
I took out two 10-meter-long hemp ropes and tied them tightly on each of the two slender legs, from the roots of the thighs to the condyles of the feet, each leg tied to the other, not tied together, because I would have to walk later. But to make walking a little more difficult, I used a 2-inch chain with two padlocks at each end to lock the two thighs to the rope a little above the knee. The keys to these two locks, along with the keys to the leg irons, were kept by me on top of a bookcase in my study, so that when I was in leg irons, I could not climb up on a stool to get the keys by mouth if my hands were still tied behind my back. I had to untie the ropes and handcuffs that bound my hands before I could get the key.
Next, I pulled out the ankle shackles I would be wearing tonight, they were a leather black shackle with a black chain in the center that was also black and only 3 inches long. I put it on my ankle and locked the two brass locks in place. The black shackles don’t reflect at night, lest they be noticed. After putting it on, I tried to take a few steps around the room and realized that I could only move forward slowly, one small step at a time, when it was tied like it was now. “There’s no way to run away if someone finds out.”
Thoughts like this make me even more excited.
Of course, the fake cock is never forgotten. The one I am going to use today is a new product I bought at the adult store last week, a pressure-controlled plastic dildo. If the vagina contracts when it is inserted into the vagina and the fake cock is pressurized, it will automatically start to vibrate, with four levels of strength, the more pressure the vagina contracts with, the more the fake cock will vibrate.
I took out two fake cocks and inserted one of the thicker ones into my vagina all the way to the opening of my uterus, while the other thinner one was lubricated and then carefully inserted into my asshole. Both cocks had a small metal ring at the root, I put on the black leather chastity belt and locked it in place at the front and back before locking the metal rings of the two fake cocks to the metal ring clasp on the chastity belt with a small brass lock. The keys to the locks for the cocks and the keys to the chastity belts and the keys to the handcuffs were kept in the mailbox at the front door, and the key to the mailbox was kept on the floor in the basement, and when I returned in a few moments I would have to walk down to the basement with difficulty in the shackles and get the key to the mailbox, and then struggle down to the door and open the mailbox, and then and only then, I would be able to get to the key to the shackles.
After the lower half of my body was tied up, I carefully walked to the front of the mirror, very pleased with the way it was tied up, but I found that with both legs tied up like this, it was very difficult to walk around trying to keep my vagina from pushing too hard lest I hit the switch on the fake cock. Walking to the mirror and back this time, I managed to get there without turning on the fake cock, but the fact that it could vibrate at any moment made me nervous inside.
Taking out a 15 meter length of hemp rope, I tied my upper body tightly in the “turtle shell” method. I was careful not to trigger the switch on the dildo as I strangled the rope across my pussy. Next, a nipple clamp was placed on each nipple and a 3-twenty weight hung from each clamp. I felt the erection of my nipples.
Now, it’s time to put on the cloak. The red woolen cloak I had was thicker in texture, and from the outside it shouldn’t be obvious that my hands were tied behind my back. I fastened the straps of the cloak, then the straps around my waist, and tried to take two steps; the cloak, which was long enough to reach the condyles of my feet, covered the shackles, but occasionally my thighs, which were tied with ropes, would peek out through the gaps in the cloak.
Well, it’s twelve-thirty and time to get out. I slowly walked out the front door and brought it back up with my hand, the key to the front door in my mouth.
I felt a slight chill from the crisp late fall wind, which made me physically hotter.
There wasn’t a single pedestrian on the street, only the dim streetlights flickering on and off. I turned my hands behind my back, put the handcuffs through the middle cross of the two uppermost ropes tied behind my back, and then, respectively, cuffed my hands together behind my back. In this way, the hands were cuffed behind my back in an upward cross, with both elbows pressed tightly against the sides of my body, so that from the outside it wouldn’t be obvious that the hands were tied behind my back.
I took a deep breath and carefully began to walk forward down the street.
It started off relatively smoothly, I took small careful steps, trying to control my vagina not to push, and kept going like this until I came around the corner of the street, and my fake cock still hadn’t moved. However, as soon as I turned the corner, I noticed a man in a suit coming up the street. I was so nervous that I instinctively stepped up onto the sidewalk steps by the side of the road, and it was this one time that I pushed too hard, and the fake cock in my pussy and asshole immediately and unmercifully began to vibrate.
I was so nervous that a fear of being discovered gripped me. I did my best to keep my composure, put on the appearance of a leisurely stroll, and continued on my way. In the quiet of the late night, the slight clanking of the chains on the shackles sounded like ear-splitting loud thunder.
It was easy to brush past the man, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I could feel the man’s eyes watching suspiciously behind me. I was walking slowly, one small step at a time like this, alone on such a secluded road, and everyone who saw it would be surprised. I just hope he doesn’t ask me any questions.
Now, I was again walking alone down a quiet street. The ankle bracelets were relentlessly restricting my every attempt to end this adventure quickly, and the walk to the street corner was taking much longer than I thought it would. The fake cock in my pussy and asshole kept squirming and I felt the lustful water running down my thighs through the gap between the chastity belt and my thighs. My breath began to catch as I struggled to break free of the handcuffs and feel the sensitive area between my legs, but it was futile, the handcuffs were tightly bound and there was no way to break free. Just as I struggled harder, the vibrations of the two fake cocks intensified another notch. I couldn’t help but start moaning.
That’s when a terrible mistake happened. In my excitement, I completely forgot that I had the key to the gate in my mouth. Just as I opened my mouth, there was a “jingle” and the key fell to the ground.
I was frozen in place as if struck by lightning, and tears began to well up in my eye frames. Without the key to the gate, there was no way I could untie my entire body. And to pick up the key, I would have to lift the cloak all the way up in order to get to the key with the pairs of hands tied behind my back. Because there was no opening on the back of the cloak. Thus, I had to expose my whole body in the street, and it was a poor naked body tightly bound!
Settling down for a moment, I began to think of ideas. The first thing to do was to undo the tie at the waist of the cloak. I carefully squatted down, then pushed my knees forward together and knelt on the ground so that a slit was exposed in the front of the cloak and the end of the lanyard fell into the inside of the cloak. I carefully clamped my knees around the tie and then, trying to keep my balance, slowly sat down on the ground and the live knot of the tie was finally pulled free.
I lay backward on the ground, and with the strength of my feet and elbows struggled to move forward until the cloak was turned up whole, all bundled up and naked in the cool fall air that made my body hot. I moved toward the key until I had it firmly in my hand.
I struggled to roll over and used my head strength to lift myself up into a kneeling position before finally standing up on both knees. After all that, the two fake cocks had long since been turned up to maximum gear. Undressed, I reached my first orgasm of the night just then. This orgasm was ten times more intense than any I had ever experienced before. I almost passed out.
After the orgasm passed, I began to regain consciousness, grateful that I hadn’t been noticed. I let the cloak cover my body as much as I could, and with the absence of the belt around my waist, I had to walk back at a much slower pace.
I finally made it to the gate, and now the vigorous vibration of the two fake cocks was causing me pain, and I really wanted to get them out quickly. But tied up like this, there was no way to be fast even if I wanted to.
I knelt down in front of the gate, took the key in my teeth, and tried several times to unlock the lock on the gate. Now, it was time to walk down two dozen steps to the basement to get the key to the mailbox. It was no easy task to go down the steps with a three-inch shackle. All I could do was move down one step at a time. It took an estimated ten minutes to get to the basement and get the key to the mailbox.
I headed for the mailbox as fast as I possibly could. On the way, reached a second orgasm. This one didn’t feel as intense as the first. Turning my back, fumbling with the mailbox and removing all the keys inside, I rushed back into the room and began to untie myself.
Unlocking all the locks, I carefully pulled out my two fake cocks, still shackled, and went into the bedroom, where I lay down on the bed and felt heavenly comfort. Finally I could masturbate with my own hand. I reached my third orgasm of the night.
After the excitement, extremely tired, I immediately went to sleep. The shackles will be taken to bed with me, and I’ll untie them tomorrow!