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Self-enslavement (1)
Recently, I was looking for ideas in slavery magazines, and at a local adult sex bookstore, a magazine came to my attention that was titled “Enemas”. I have never done “water sports” for sexual pleasure, but I would like to be able to use enemas as stimulants in some cases of self-slavery.
The magazine shows a beautiful woman with her hands tied behind her back and her legs tied at the ankles, with a ball gag in her mouth, receiving an enema from a female nurse. The story and photographs indicate that the girl pays the “enema nurse” for her services, and the story shows pleasurable servitude and “water sports”.
Combination.
In reading this story, and seeing that poor tied up girl receiving that enema with a look of fear and anxiety, I began to fantasize about receiving an enema while tightly bound and gagged, and how you can’t stop being forced to receive an enema, and then began to appreciate the good slavery ideas (shame, contempt, nothing but sex, inconvenience, and so on). It’s like tying up and being tickled, you can’t control that. After I tie myself up and I can’t tickle myself in the future, I think I can try giving myself an enema.
That adventurous idea of giving myself an enema, which I was going to realize while I was in self-bondage, was an adventurous plan I was going to implement on the weekend two weeks later.
One problem is: I have to overcome the situation where I give myself an enema in self-bondage, and how to free myself afterward. I want the effect of the bondage to be that I am able to free myself from the bondage after I have tied myself and before I get the enema, whether I like it or not.
To get the pleasure of self enslavement you must have the means to get to create that inhibited real feeling. To get that feeling, I usually freeze the key to a lock in a block of ice. The lock is usually a leather handcuff that is used on my wrist, and when that wrist cuff is locked, it cannot be opened without that key. That frozen key in that ice cube opens the handcuffs or thumbcuffs that are used when I am enjoying the pleasures of self slavery.
I usually place the ice that freezes the key somewhere out of my reach, and usually I hang that key from a hook in the ceiling so that when that ice melts and that key falls to the floor, I can unlock it and free myself. If I tie myself to a bed or a chair, or suspend myself, I tie a rope end to that key with a thread and hang it from another hook in the ceiling so that it can swing as far as I can reach. When the ice melts, that key swings as far as I can reach, which permits me not to terminate my self-restraint.
By changing the size of the ice, I can change the amount of time spent in slavery. By using the “freeze key” technique, I can control the time it takes to receive the enema.
Adventure*
I started that adventure on a Friday night by freezing the keys to my wrist cuffs in the freezer in the guest room behind my garage. This guest room has a bed, bathroom, and TV. i place all my slavery gear and specialized clothing in that room for my pleasure that day. In addition to that key, I also freeze a rope in another piece of ice. At this point I will paraphrase the adventure, I was so excited about tomorrow’s adventure that I slept through the night locked in handcuffs and leg cuffs. On Saturday, that water had frozen.
About one o’clock Saturday afternoon late Saturday afternoon I decided to start my fun. First I write a short letter explaining where all the keys are and what they are for when I am in the guest room with my bondage clamps. Write my girlfriends name on the letter and put it on the coffee table, then call her and ask her if she can come over after about 9pm as I have some clothes belonging to her here to to give her. I also told her to come over to the housing and wait for me if I wasn’t home, and I left the notepad on the table in the living room (she had her own key).
My real reason was to tell Jennifer: I was on a big self-bondage adventure, and I wasn’t sure there was any “big” chance (self-bondage alone is a big chance). If something went wrong, like the key or the ice, at least I knew I would be saved that night. I also have fantasies about my girlfriend finding me in bondage (maybe tonight?). It would really embarrass and humiliate me.
After placing that note on the table, I went to the guest room, naked and draped in a towel, and I went to lock up the house (the key to that was in the mailbox on the patio outside the house).
When I reached that guest room, I locked the door as I entered, then uncovered that towel and tore it into small pieces. I do this so that in the future I can’t use it to cover myself, I’m naked. In addition to my preference for leather clothing, I have recently begun a collection of several latex garments, and I love the limitations that latex gives me. Today I chose to wear a short sleeved latex garment with a small black split, this corset is skinny at the waist, cut out at the breasts, and zipper in the front.
I pulled on the corset and was delighted by the restrictive sensations that began to arise. I carefully pushed my breasts through the cut-outs, which were small enough that the latex squeezed my breasts so that they stood out and, at the same time, hardened my nipples. I then carefully zipped up the corset, the latex corset slimming my waist.
The corset has an opening at the nether regions, which I chose intentionally. At the top of the zipper of the leotard there was a rubber latch that locked the zipper in place, and the only way to close the leotard was to zipper the top of the leotard up and lock it, with the result that I couldn’t just take it off. I quickly locked the zipper and the clasp with a small lock, the tights could not be taken off, the key to the lock on the tights was in my office desk drawer, and I had to wait until Monday morning to get the key.
Locking up my clothes is another little game of slavery I play with myself where I lock up my clothes until I get that key and can’t take them off. For example, I lock a pair of heeled boots on my feet throughout the weekend, and I lock a leather corset around my waist from Friday night until I go to work. When I go to the far side of the house, I likewise wear a pair of shoulder length leather gloves, locked at the end with a small chain that is locked to the clasp of a small leather collar around my neck until I open that collar and those gloves. Once I even mailed a letter to myself containing the keys to the locks on the high heeled boots, corset and gloves I was wearing, and the post office delivered that letter to me the next day.
Anyway, in addition to those latex tights, I wear a pair of latex stockings and a pair of white leg-length leather boots that have a 5.5 inch heel. Those boots have long become difficult and restrictive to walk in, which is why I chose to wear them. In my left boot was a key. This key was used to unlock the ball clamps that I used later in life, without which the harness clamps would not open.
The little split in that corset because I was going to wear a leather chastity belt. This belt had a three inch wide leather cord tied around the waist and another one inch wide leather cord that went across the thighs around the bottom of the crotch, both of which were locked in the front. On that belt between the thighs was a small anal plug and a vibrating dildo, and that anal plug had a small hole in it where it was suitable for the installation of an enema tube.
I then lock a pair of leather ankle cuffs around each ankle, and then a twelve-inch chain to those ankle cuffs, so that my legs are impeded and restricted from making large movements.
The key to the lock on my ankle cuffs was in a mailbox in the courtyard outside the house, so I had to wait until after dark to be able to walk to the mailbox to get the key and return to my house. I could not be released from all my restraints, gags and clothing until after dark. Other things you should remember: the ankle cuffs were locked, the boots could not be taken off, so I would be wearing high heeled boots all day long, which made me hobble, and I would keep the clamps as part of it.
I am now ready to be gagged with a clamp, I think feeling a good clamp is the most fun part of slavery. I pick out the head harness with the ball gag, place the red rubber ball between my lips, pull the strap to the back of my head, and I use the buckle to tie the strap tightly under my hair at the back of my neck. That ball is medium sized and it just about completely fills my mouth, then I pull that leash tight around my head and behind my head to snap it, and finally, I use a chin strap around my chin to force my mouth and the ball to pull tight and snap it. I was now completely clamped and I was only able to make very small whimpering noises.
Next, I pick three small locks for each belt buckle of my clamps. That clamping harness can’t be opened without a key (remember, the key for the clamps is in my left boot, and the key to lock my feet is in the mailbox on the patio outside the house).
Now it’s time to plant that ice cube. Inside that ice was the key to my wrist cuffs, which I had suspended from a hook in the ceiling. There was a rope attached to the key, and when the ice cube hanging from the hook melted, the key would swing through the rope and slide into my bound hands, enabling me to free myself. Another ice cube, also through a rope, hung from the ceiling. At the unending end of that rope, I hung a weight; at the other end, I attached a wooden clothespin that held the enema hose so that it was above that enema. When that ice melts, the weight falls, and that force causes the clothespin to leave the hose, allowing the enema to begin to flow, and there is no stopping the flow of that enema. If I am bound to the point where I don’t reach the hose, the enema will be injected into my body.
Now I am ready to perform the final step of my self-enslavement. I am going to have an enslavement videotape of about five hours to keep me in the spirit of enslavement, and I put a timer on it that is set to start playing the video twenty minutes after my self-enslavement. I now fill the bag with enema and hot water, I use hot water because it takes some time for the ice to melt and I don’t want to catch a “cold” from the enema. I hang the bag on the rack and attach the hose to the bag, which hangs about six feet off the ground so that the enema has enough force to flow. Then I pinched the hose with a clothespin and removed the spring-loaded clamp from the hose. At this point the enema is not flowing, and if the clothespin comes off, the enema will start to flow.
I check the guest room one last time to make sure everything is right (I don’t have some accidents happen when I’m tied up). I made sure that the room was locked and the windows were closed. The envelope to my left contains the key to the guest room door for my girlfriend to use if she finds an emergency.
I now stand and perform the final steps in the enslavement of my self. I fasten two hooks to the floor about four feet apart, and I stand between these two hooks, tie two leather cords to the hooks, and then tie the cords to my left and right ankles, and I pull these cords tight so that my legs are spread apart (remember, they can only be spread twelve inches apart because of that ankle chain).
I now pick a three-inch wide leather collar with buckles around my neck that keeps my head tilted upward and allows only small movements. A set of leather wrist cuffs are fastened to the back of my collar by a nine-inch chain that is so long that my hands are cuffed and locked to the middle of my back, and I can’t reach down to the anal plug or enema hose to stop the enema from happening.
I now lock that chastity belt comfortably in place by buckling the belt around my waist, carefully lubricating and inserting the anal plug and vibrating dildo, and then pulling the belt tight at that split and locking it in place so that it can’t be opened without a key. This key was locked in the bathroom, and the key to that bathroom was outside in the garage. After my hands are free, I will walk outside to the garage in my locked chastity belt to obtain the key to the bathroom when the enema kicks in. At this point, if there is something to be done, the enslavement will deprive me of the ability to do it.
I look at that ice one last time to make sure that when the ice melts that the key to that wrist cuff will swing down to the right place I have to finish these things to make sure that I know it will work properly after I will now finish all the combinations.
I carefully attach the enema hose to that anal plug, and I make sure that hose doesn’t come off no matter how hard I try. I then picked two spring-loaded nipple screw clamps and clamped them on each hardened nipple. My breasts had become very sensitive due to the cuts in the latex corset which forced my breasts upward and thus induced my nipples to harden.
The screw clamps are applied by first clamping the nipple and after a few moments that clamp gets smaller bringing sexual pain and making you pay attention to them. On each screw clamp there is a six-inch spring with a small weight on its underside, and any movement will add to the stimulation of my nipples and breasts.
I now select a set of elbow length goat leather gloves to wear on each arm, I use the gloves to make it more difficult to open my wrist cuffs. The leather gloves are difficult for me to find the keyhole, I have used them in the past and I know that it takes a little “patience” to get me out of my bonds.
I take a moment to prepare for that last big project. To prevent me from bending my body backward to reach the enema hose, I attach a hook to the ceiling in the range of my harness, and on this hook I attach an adjustable leather rope to suspend my head. I attach this rope to the grommet of my head harness and adjust the rope so that my body is upright.
I moved my hands slowly, placing them to the wrist cuffs that were attached to my collar. I had experimented with locking them before, in a careless self slavery inhibition where the hands were moving around and I felt inconvenienced and cranky at the sight of being there and not being able to do anything with my hands. This time I was feeling satisfied with my self-bondage, and my deep breaths traveled to my cuffed hands, and I wanted to leave, but I couldn’t turn my hands to the front.
“Helpless.
This is my favorite time of self-enslavement. Feeling that last lock ticking and locking, the last chance to gain my freedom departing, I lock that last lock. If, on the other hand, I find to look at the rope that holds the key to my freedom ice cube with incorrect knots, then the unknown fate of not being able to escape for the next few hours in my next few hours will have to wait for my girlfriend to find that note.
While in self slavery, I have a full length mirror in front of me. While looking into it, I find a young girl dressed in shiny black latex and white leather boots, fully bound and clamped.
I couldn’t move an inch in any direction how I felt like looking. The work of that vibrating dildo turned me on so much that any movement was immediately transmitted to my nipples through that spring and nipple screw clamps.
One thing I had forgotten was to look at the time. I knew it was just after mid-afternoon, and my experience told me I had about an hour and a half to two hours before the ice that froze my wrist cuff keys melted. However I don’t know how much time it would take for the other piece of ice to melt, I’m assuming it fell first because of that added weight.
After a while, the tape was shown and I tried to “relax” and watch my favorite slavery movie. The vibrating dildo made it difficult for me to concentrate on the movie, and my mind began to fantasize about some dominatrix slave being punished with small implements to make her unhappy, and I also fantasized about my girlfriend coming into the room to find me while I was being tied up and gagged. I thought she was going to be released, however, she continued into teasing me and strangling me in my already tight bondage. How exciting it would be if these ideas of slavery were to come true.
Wait for me.
In the midst of watching that movie and that fantasy, time began to pass, my legs began to tire, my feet began to ache due to my high heeled boots and lack of exercise, and my clamps felt like they were getting tighter, that ball swelling in my mouth.
I don’t know if I like the feeling of an enema because I’ve never tried one before, I’ve only ever read the magazine I bought, time passes and my horror grows unexpectedly. I began to hope for a miracle to stop the wrongs I had caused, but it was too late, my self-enslavement was doing too well.
When I strap myself in, all I can see is the ice cube that has the key to my wrist cuff one. I don’t see the other ice block with the rope and weights frozen in it, so it will be a surprise when the enema comes. I weights weights fall to make the water flow when there is some time, that will be my only warning.
It’s coming.
Some time passed from cuffing my wrists behind my back, and when I was halfway through watching the fourth slavery movie, I heard the weights fall to the floor. I tried struggling hard to stop the enema from flowing (that’s part of the fun belonging to the slavery fun struggling to get out of my bonds) but my slavery was so well planned that I couldn’t reach the hose. I felt the warm water flowing into my anus, it was a very strange sensation and I suddenly felt a strong urge to go to the bathroom, but my bondage prevented me from doing so, the urge continued until the enema in the rubber bag was finished, and the stimulation continued even after the enema was finished.
I think using about two quarts of enema is enough, and I’m beginning to realize that I’ve made a big mistake with the enema stimulant, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. The forced enema was planned and I just hoped that the ice cube with my wrist cuff key would melt quickly.
After a few minutes, the enema, vibrator, nipple clamps and tight, firm bondage used on me gave me the first wave of intense excitement, like being enclosed in a brick; the second wave stimulated me so much that it made me feel like I was in heaven, and if it weren’t for the ropes that were tied to that mind harness pulling me in, I would have collapsed to the floor. Slowly, my breathing caused my lower abdomen to cramp and I noticed that I was sweating profusely. I wanted so badly to be released from my slavery now, but the ice was still freezing the key to my freedom, and all I could do was wait.
Time is slowly ticking away, I wish I wanted that ice to melt faster, it’s so slow it’s like it’s dripping. My behind was feeling very uncomfortable and I needed to get in the shower immediately! After about fifteen minutes (it was as long as an hour), my behind filled with water, and the urge to use the bathroom became more urgent, the ice that was moving the key to my freedom finally melted, and the key slid down into my cuffed hand. Once again, those leather gloves blocked my movement, and it took me four tries to unlock my wrist cuffs.
When my hands are free, I undo the rope tied to my mind harness that keeps me upright. The next step is to undo that leather collar from the neck. I now carefully undo that nipple clamp, moving each screw clamp away is harder. The weights on those nipple clamp springs and the vibrating dildo between my legs bring a vibrating sensation, my nipples are very sensitive and any movement hurts at the touch. Finally, I undid those leather gloves. I was now free from my servitude, except for the hose still in my anus, the chastity belt and ankle shackles still locked, and of course the clamps.
I now pick out a screwdriver and place it on the floor, ready to approach the anal plug, then pinch that hose and try to close it. It was very hard to test to bend it closed because the back section was all my feces. The screwdriver clamped down on that area and then unplugged the hose, separating me from the enema bag. Then I undid the leather cuffs that bound my ankles, and I was now free to wander to a nearby room.
Waiting for a long time.
My next step was to get outside to the garage where I would be able to get the key to the bathroom. Remember, the key to the lock on my leather chastity belt was in the bathroom, and if I couldn’t get into the bathroom, the anal plug and vibrator dildo from that chastity belt was still in my pussy and anus. I walked to the door to look outside, walking in my high heeled boots and chains as the pain and cramping in my lower abdomen from the enema became very difficult.
When I looked outside the backyard was very silent and I opened the door and slowly walked towards the garage. I took a few very slow steps (small strides) and when almost to the backyard I heard my next door neighbors talking on their back porch and was able to see my garage from where they were standing. They had just started talking about washing their car. Very unfortunate that I have to wait until my neighbors leave, hopefully it will be a short wait because my willpower is slowly fading and desperately need to use that bathroom for a bit of convenience.
I went back inside and tried lying down to help with the throbbing pain, but it didn’t work. My jaw hurt from the ball clamps and all that walking couldn’t help my bound feet. The vibrating dildo kept working, making me realize that the chastity belt was still locked and I couldn’t reach it to turn it off. Hoping that stimulation would slow the pain in my abdomen, I lay there watching the VCR showing my slavery tape.
After an hour and a half of looking at that backyard one more time, by which time the neighbors had left, I started marching toward the garage again. When I arrived and found the key to that bathroom, I started back to the guest room. It was a long trip back from the garage (about 200 steps) with my long heeled boots and chains, and I eventually made my way back to the guest room and opened the door to that bathroom. I obtained the key to the chastity belt, unlocked it, removed the anal plug and vibrating dildo, and then sat down on the commode to relax myself.
If my girlfriend saw me now, I would be portrayed as trying to get to the bathroom in white knee-high leather boots, black latex stockings, red ball clamps, and a black harness with a twelve-inch chain around my ankles.
After relaxing myself completely, I cleaned up the room. I could not go outside to the mailbox until dark, which was still about two hours away, so I had to keep the clamps, boots, and shackles for the rest of the afternoon. If I tied myself up in the room, I was able to wear a long animal-skin garment to cover my boots and fetters, and cover my clamps with the hood of my garment, so that I could go in front of the house and retrieve the key without causing any problems. Since then I have been searching the rooms and I cannot find any other clothing (this was arranged) so I have to keep some small slavery supplies wherever I go! This is the reason for using the guest room for self slavery. I want my jaws and feet relieved.
Eventually, darkness came and I slowly went outside to find the mailbox to get the key to my ankle cuffs and return to the house. Luckily, no one was walking around outside, so it was peaceful. I was genuinely pleased to be able to remove my boots and ball gag, which I had been in for about seven hours.
When I got back to the house, I unlocked the ankle cuffs and took off my boots. I obtained the keys to the clamps from the boots and unlocked the clamps and harness, which were all released! I took off my latex stockings and went to the shower. I would have to wait until Monday to get to the point where I could get the key to the latex tights, and I had to pack them before my girlfriend came over.
After my shower, I was very satisfied with the last few hours of my slavery experience (I did my best to bind and gag myself so that I could not fight my way out and end my slavery).
When my girlfriend arrives, we talk on our way to dinner outside. We entered the front room and I found the notebook on the table, I had forgotten about it and luckily she didn’t find it. If she had found me bound and clamped, with the enema hose stuck in my rear, or if she had found the notebook and questioned me (I might have told her!) , that would have been really interesting.
Self-enslavement (2)
“Uneasy.
Busy months of work in a row had denied me the opportunity to play with my slavery toys, except for sleeping at night using the handcuffs attached to my bed.
Sometimes I lock my hands in front of me, strangle my mouth with a strap, and then connect the ankle cuffs with a steel chain, or do some housework in just my high-heeled boots. I think that if you are going to be a slave to work in the house, you could try the same.
However, one Friday morning I woke up very much in the mood for some limited self-enslavement, so after finishing work and returning home, I decided to engage in some entertainment.
Before my morning work, I freeze the key to my handcuffs, and in a block of ice I keep the key to the slavery costume I will be wearing, and the time passes so slowly that my mind can’t focus on my work, and my attention is focused on what is going to happen in the evening. When I was on my way home, that key was ready.
More fun
I locked the door and took off all my clothes, my nipples were already erect. Then poured myself a glass of wine and went to the bedroom, first closing all the doors and windows, making sure they were locked.
I sat on the bed, sipping my wine and fondling the slave supplies I had picked out to use that I had left outside: the dress, the wrist cuffs, the ball clamps, the soft white nylon thick rope, and of course the pair of boots. I could hardly wait, but, knowing that it would take longer to achieve a better result, I took some time to dress first.
First, I place a beautiful black leather corset around my waist, slowly adjusting and tightening the straps so that the corset cinches tightly around my waist from my breasts to my hips. It was heavy and it pushed upward on my breasts making them stand up and my nipples harden. I slowly stroke my nipples and sip my wine.
Next, I carefully put on a pair of black silk stockings that had black seams down the back. The stockings were attached to the girdle with eight garters, and I was very fussy and had to make sure the stitching was straight. Concealed over the stockings was a pair of black leather string panties.
I slowly sipped my wine and crossed the bedroom to the full length mirror to see what I looked like. That thin waist was enough to make anyone swoon, and I enjoyed the caressing sensation of the corset cinching tightly around my waist and stomach. If I wore this to work from time to time, I wonder what my coworkers would think if they knew what I wore under my work clothes? On the day I wore it happily, I wondered: what would happen if I lost my bondage, or my job? I had to smile.
Next, I put on my leg-length black leather boots, which had a six-inch heel. I had always loved boots, they felt so permanent that they were impossible to remove without using my hands, so they were almost enslaved to themselves, the height of that heel effectively limited my stride. I slowly zipped up the zipper on my boots which extended all the way down to my crotch, my legs now encased in beautiful black leather. In order to not be able to remove the boots, I locked the zipper on the top of the boots, the key to the lock was in the mailbox at the front of the room. I have always enjoyed obscene slavery.
My hands are inserted inside a pair of shoulder-length black goatskin gloves that make it difficult for my fingers to find the keyhole, which increases inhibition and prevents my hands from moving or curling. I look, like past models Irving Klaw, who always wore corsets, gloves, and high heeled boots, and it makes me find other people great models for slavery.
I was feeling real sexy and I knew I couldn’t go out for a walk dressed like that. I finished my wine and called Jennifer and asked her if she was coming over for the evening and we would go outside together (on Fridays we usually stay downtown all night). As we talked I stayed seated slowly caressing myself with my hand.Jennifer could only vaguely tell what the plans were for the evening and Jennifer said she would be coming over around 8pm. This gave me about three hours to enjoy my enslavement.
I hung up and started all my gear, I slowly walked to the kitchen and got the ice cube with the key frozen inside it. Walking in high heeled boots is very difficult, I think that’s why I locked them as soon as I put them on.
I go back to my bedroom and suspend the ice cube with the frozen key on a string in the center of the ceiling of my bedroom; when it melts, the key will fall to the floor and I will obtain that key and free myself. I also arrange for an additional insurance measure to set me free in case of emergency. I tie a long rope to a pail and place the pail on top of a closet shelf, with enough length of thick rope to pull it from the closet to the floor near my boots. I put a set of keys on the rope in the pail, so that if I needed to get out of my bonds quickly, pulling on that thick rope, that pail fell to the floor and I could get that key. However, just so I couldn’t use the method easily, the bucket was filled with old motor oil that I had saved, and the mechanic marveled why I needed that oil.
I made sure the closet door was open and I was ready to begin my adventure.
I sat on the bed and selected a nylon rope and tied it around my ankles, then stood up and locked a three-inch wide belt around my waist. Behind this belt was a two-inch wide strap that I ran through both legs and locked in front as well, and the key to this was also in the mailbox. This belt is like a chastity belt, one of my favorite toys, it closes off the most important part of me and since I am wearing shorts I can’t use that vibrating dildo or anal plugs, today slavery will only involve bondage, restraints and nipple training.
Now lock a pair of handcuffs to the back of that belt so that when my hands are cuffed I can’t move them away from my body. I tie my legs together below my knees so that my booted legs are useless. It was more difficult to do this; I got up from the bed, gathered my ankles together (which was difficult to do because they were not easily bent with those leg-length boots in place), and bound my ankles to my legs with a bundle of wide leather straps. With my handcuffs locked behind me, I would be bound like a four-hoofed horse, which is my very favorite way.
I picked out the red ball type clamps and wedged that sphere between my lips, I pulled the leather cord on that ball tight behind my head and snapped them, this leather cord pulled that ball so tightly that it sunk deep into my mouth and the clamps could not be released without help. To keep my head tilted upward and to the point of creating more slavery restraints, I picked out a pair of three inch wide leather collars and locked them around my neck.
That ball clamp served a special purpose in my use this evening. I threaded a small silver chain through the ball like a leather cord, at either end of the chain was a set of nipple screw clamps which I carefully clamped onto each nipple, the length of the chain was such that I had to keep my head down to avoid pulling on the nipple screw clamps which were irritating my already very sensitive nipples. These nipple screw pliers were so strong that they wouldn’t come off when pulled hard.
I picked out a long latex sheet that I folded into a four-inch wide band like an eye mask that I tied tightly around my head to cover my eyes. I used latex because I loved that leather and latex and no matter how hard I tried, that latex eye mask wouldn’t slip off. I use the blindfold because it’s easier to fantasize during those long hours when your vision is closed being restricted from free movement and your mind starts playing funny games.
I was now carefully lying on my side, my stomach was very hard and those nipples were sore, I had my hands behind me locked in handcuffs. To add more adventurous fun I also lock my thumbs in thumbcuffs that have to be unlocked before I can use the key to get to the opening handcuffs. I have recently started to add and wrist cuffs along with using the thumb cuffs to create more slavery restraints, I have practiced many times using my fingers to unlock the thumb cuffs, the key to that thumb cuff sits on my dining room table and I use a piece of string attached to the key, I have to think to go into the noisy room, find the string, pull the key off the table and then unlock the thumb cuffs. It was a long slow journey as my hands and feet were bound, my eyes were covered and the nipple screw clamps kept my head down. Once the thumbcuffs were on, I would wait until my handcuff keys fell to the floor, allowing me to escape from my servitude.
I was now a prisoner of my own enslavement. I knew that in about two hours the ice would melt and I lay very relaxed because I couldn’t go anywhere else.
The only problem with this slavery adventure got was that I had to be careful to listen for the key to strike the floor, and I also put a saucer on the carpet under the key because that way I could pinpoint the spot when the key fell.
Since I’d enslaved and tied myself up, I could only move in square inches, my fingers were encased in leather gloves, and searching was nearly impossible. With the saucer on the floor, the key would be bounced farther.
After my self-enslavement was complete, I lay down for a while and now I decided to go to the dining room. The ball clamps prevented me from speaking and no one would be able to hear any sounds I made. Trying to hold my head up to make the nipple screw clamps pull my nipples tight was an excellent method of enslavement, unfortunately I was submitting to getting my own enslavement instead of a beautiful dominatrix.
The latex eye mask cuts off all my vision. My blindfold brings me three times the feeling of helplessness, if you don’t believe me, try it. Put your favorite handcuff keys on the floor of another house, now tie your ankles together to make walking very difficult (cross your ankles before you tie them, this can make it difficult to stand). Now cuff your wrists behind your back and move to the place where you put the keys with your butt or sideways, it is very easy to achieve and when you have put on a pair of blindfolds at this point all reference to the position is lost, then try it again, that results are very different.
My servitude was reliable, my wrists were cuffed tightly around my waist, I couldn’t use my feet, and I couldn’t move around the neighborhood because my hands and feet were bound, those nipple clamps made turning around difficult as well, and the leather cords bound my ankles to my thighs so that my fingers could only touch the heels of my shoes.
I began to fantasize: I was a kidnapped white slave sold to a wealthy countess in a faraway land. The Countess liked to keep her girls tightly restrained with leather and boots. I felt the Countess’s hands examining the shackles that held me in place and I was very aroused, but there was no way for me to stroke myself, the only thing I could do was to pull on the nipple screw clamps to increase the pain in my nipples.
I hadn’t been tied up long when I thought I heard the front doorbell ringing, and it rang again. I was very surprised, I didn’t remember having an appointment at such an early hour in the afternoon, and then, after someone knocked on the door, I heard the person say, “Terri! Where are you?”
It’s Jennifer!
(to be continued)