Although the room was dark, the girl was obviously attractive and she had a very curveous body, if anyone had been with her, they would have considered themselves to be lucky. She looked like a 36D-28-36 figure with long auburn hair and was dressed as if she was planning on going clubbing tonight.
It was late evening, for it was dark out and the bedroom curtains were drawn. Josephine had just finished her makeup and with a quick 'kiss' at the mirror, turned to the bed. She checked her preparations and finding things to her satisfaction, set to prepare herself for the night's entertainment.
Turning to the full length mirror, she checked that the seam of her black fishnet tights where straight and running her fingers down her white blouse that the seams of her purple bra were just visible through the thin material. Continuing down her body, she checked that the back vent on her short, tight, red mini-skirt was perfectly centered between her legs. As she run her fingers around her gently curving bottom, she could feel the lacy frills of her French maid white panties pressing against her fingers beneath the figure hugging skirt.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she slipped her feet, one at a time, into a pair of black knee-high boots, each with a four inch heel. Once last look around that everything was set, the timer on the bedside light, the keys taped to the bed head and with a gentle nod to herself, she took the final steps for her night's entertainment.
First, she picked up the ankle cuffs with the long chain, slipping one cuff around her left ankle, cinching it on the ratchet with a satisfying noise until it had just a little play, then the second cuff onto her right ankle. The spare key was used to set the lock on both cuffs so that neither would open nor close until she was finished. Then she tossed the key into the corner of the bedroom.
Still sitting at the end of the bed, she reached for the rope, previously tied off to the foot of the bed and tied it off around her left ankle. She wrapped it around and around her ankle, both above and below the leg-cuff finally using the reminder above the mark she made earlier that day when she tried each section out to tie enough knots to make removing the rope a long and drawn out experience.
Reaching to her right, she proceeded to do the same with the length of rope she prepared earlier to tie her right ankle off so that the ropes pulled her ankles apart to the full extent of the chain between the leg-cuffs. She shuffled back onto the bed and found that she had got it right, once she was on the bed, her feet would not move more than an inch or so in any direction.
Shuffling back a little, she reached for the rope which was tied off to the middle of the bedframe. This one she had positioned earlier so that it could be tied to her belt, around her waist so that she would be unable to move from the waist down, or so she hoped.
Tying one side off she pulled the slack up to the right and threading it around the belt, wrapped it around her waist a few turns for added security. Again, she tied it off with a few knots so that it would not come undone easily.
Now she was ready for the final steps, she had timed this next bit before and taking a deep breath, tapped the Enter key on the computer next to the bed, it was a stretch, but she could just make it.
The computer, monitor turned off so that there was no light to help her, started its countdown.
'No going back now' she thought.
She reached for the ball gag and quickly slipped it into her mouth, forcing her luscious red lips wide and pulled the cinch tight behind her head, feeling behind her to carefully slip the small padlock in place. A pair of cordless headphones was next and once they were on, covering her ears so she could hear nothing but a gentle hiss of static, she glanced down to confirm the position of the gloves and picked up the length of cloth she would use as a blindfold.
Quickly wrapping it around her head several times, she was now deaf, dumb and blind. She tied the blindfold off, tight, behind her head, securing the headphones over her ears and reaching blindly for the gloves, slipped them on over her hands. The gloves made feeling small things, like keys, very difficult but would also protect her wrists against the final stage of her overnight bondage, the steel handcuffs.
These where ready for her, one for each hand, one already secured to the bedhead, and the other ready for her to complete the lockup for the night. She stretched blindly over her head for the left hand cuff and finding it, used her right hand to fasten her left wrist to the bedhead. Picking up the second pair of cuffs, she used her left hand to fasten the cuffs to her right wrist, then stretching blindly, and with quite some difficulty, managed on the third attempt to fasten the open cuff to the right hand side of the bedhead.
'There,' she thought 'safe and secure for the night.'
She lay in the dark for some time, it was hard to tell just how long for she had no way of telling if minutes or only seconds had passed, she could not hear anything except the soft buzz of the static in her ears, nor see anything past the layers of material blindfolding her. After a while she started to struggle a little against her bondage, but she had tied herself too well this time, she could not free a single knot on the ropes and the steel cuffs around her wrists and ankles prevented any over zealous movements as they cut into her skin, even through the gloves or boots.
'Wish I'd put a pillow under my head, at least I would be a little more comfortable.' She thought, then wondered how long it had been. 'I suppose I ought to try to sleep, it would be wonderful to wake up after even a little sleep and not know where I am or what was happening to me, just as if I had been kidnapped or taken hostage.'
Some time later, it struck her that by now her computer should have started up the program she had prepared for this night. She could not understand why the program had not started and what was taking so long.
Still blindfolded, deaf from the headphones and wrapping of the blindfold, she had not heard the announcement from the utility van driving past an hour ago which had warned of a power cut which would last upto five hours. The ballgag was now starting to hurt. Her jaw ached from being forced apart whilst her mouth was slowly filling with drool. She realized that she was in danger of drowning in her own drool and tried to swallow it but the combination of the gag and being pretty much flat on her back defeated her attempts to clear the drool. All she could do was turn her head to one side and allow some of it to drain out the of the side of her mouth and onto the sleeve of her blouse.
She was getting worried now, she was still completely deaf and blind, tied very securely to her bed, unable to move and starting to feel sore from the pulling of the cuffs, not to mention starting to panic from the horror of nearly drowning in her own drool. Possible due to the lack of oxygen or just from the sensory depravation, she slipped into a restless light sleep where she dreamt that she had in reality being kidnapped from her office and drugged, before being tied and chained to a bed in some darkened room awaiting either rescue or finding out what her captors would do to her when they were ready.
She woke slowly, still half remembering the dream and unsure of where she was and what was happening, she struggled but still nothing moved, all she would do was disarrange her clothes. Then, there was a loud CLICK which startled her into immobility, even though the headphones she heard it. Behind the blindfold her eyes darted from side to side;
'What was that?' She thought 'Has someone broken in? Oh my God!'
What she didn't know was that the power had come back on and now her computer started up and once ScanDisk had done it's checking after being shut down so abruptly, her program started up, some four hours late!
Still struggling, not knowing what had caused the noise, she was so far gone in panic that she was shocked when a male voice said in her ears;
"Well, well, what do we have here then? A pretty little lady all trussed and ready for the plucking. Is it Thanksgiving or something? If it's not Thanksgiving, it must surely be Christmas 'cos this is the sort of Christmas present I dream of!"
"Mfffggmmmgmmmmgegg"
"Aw, don't fret pretty lady, I'll take real good care of you. Can we make sure you are comfortable like that, it must be really 'cos it looks like you are there for the night after all. Just let me check these long legs out and oh boy, what do we have here?"
As the voice said these words, she felt something move against her satin clad, damp crotch.
'ooooohhhh' although the only sound which escaped the gag was more along the lines of "MMMMMMMpppphhhhh"
"Oh, do you like that then, well, let's try it again shall we?" Once again, she felt the sensation of something hard rub against her crotch.
'oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh' and "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!" though her body arched as much as it could against the bondage that she had subjected herself to.
Finally the rubbing stopped and even the voice stopped, allowing her to come down to earth a little although she was sweating heavily now.
She struggled a little, though weakly, against her bonds while she waited for her tormentor to make the next move. She didn't have to wait long.
"You know, I haven't seen a body as good as this in a long time, especially in such a wonderful position. Can I see what you've got on? You don't mind do you?" the voice went on.
She tried to shake her head, but her arms, pulled up above her head made shaking her head difficult and the gag stopped most sound, what came out was not exactly understandable after all.
"Oh good," the voice continued "I hoped you wouldn't mind. Let's see, are you wearing a bra," a moments pause then she felt something move over her breasts and something seemed to caress them.
The voice continued as the caressing started up again.
"Oh yes, and it's purple, very lacy too, you don't mind if I fondle them a little while do you? NO? Good, are you enjoying this as much as I am?"
The feeling was incredible, her breasts were being fondled, both of them and the hard something was back in her crotch, rubbing away, how many of them are there for gods sake?
She came, juices spurting out into her panties, staining her fishnet tights and still the fondling continued. It was marvelous, but how much more could she take of this? Finally the voice stopped, the hiss in the headphones came back and the rubbing and fondling stopped.
Almost screaming into her ballgag, she writhed and twisted against her bonds but to no avail, she was stuck until daylight came or her captor showed pity on her.
She lay on the bed, legs and arms aching from being stretched for so many hours, her mouth on fire from the effect of the ball gag straining it so cruelly. Her tormentor seemed to have left her alone for now as she could not sense any movement in the bedroom, except her own writhing on the now well rumpled bed.
She relaxed at last, thinking the intruder had gone, when the voice was back in her ears again;
"Well, well, what do we have here then? A pretty little lady all trussed and ready for the plucking. Is it Thanksgiving or something? If it's not Thanksgiving, it must surely be Christmas 'cos this is the sort of Christmas present I dream of!"
"Mfffggmmmgmmmmgegg"
"Aw, don't fret pretty lady, I'll take real good care of you. Can we make sure you are comfortable like that, it must be really 'cos it looks like you are there for the night after all. Just let me check these long legs out and oh boy, what do we have here?"
As the voice said these words, she felt something move against her satin clad, soaking wet crotch.
'ooooohhhh' although the only sound which escaped the gag was more along the lines of "MMMMMMMpppphhhhh"
"Oh, do you like that then, well, let's try it again shall we?" Once again, she felt the sensation of something hard rub against her crotch.
'oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh' and "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!" though her body arched as much as it could against the bondage that she had subjected herself to.
Finally the rubbing stopped and even the voice stopped, allowing her to come down to earth a little although she was sweating so heavily, her whole body was soaked now. although she could not tell, her blouse had become so saturated, her bra was clearly visible though the straining white fabric and her nipples jutted hard and firm thought the thin material.
It had been the same voice, even the same words as before, though she was not too sure about that last, not in the state she now was. She struggled a little, though weakly, against her bonds while she waited for her tormentor to make the next move. She didn't have to wait long.
"You know, I haven't seen a body as good as this in a long time, especially in such a wonderful position. Can I see what you've got on? You don't mind do you?" the voice went on.
She tried to shake her head, but her arms, pulled up above her head made shaking her head difficult and the gag stopped most sound, what came out was not exactly understandable after all.
"Oh good," the voice continued "I hoped you wouldn't mind. Let's see, are you wearing a bra," a moments pause then she felt something move over her breasts and something seemed to caress them.
The voice continued as the caressing started up again.
"Oh yes, and it's purple, very lacy too, you don't mind if I fondle them a little while do you? NO? Good, are you enjoying this as much as I am?"
The caressing of her breasts continued and then the firm rubbing in her crotch joined in again, taking her over the edge yet again into absolute ecstasy and orgasming again until finally, she passed out.
The caressing and rubbing continued for a while but she was quite unaware of it now. Finally the computer came to the end of it's, interrupted, cycle and turned off the remote control vibrators in her panties and butt plug, as well as the mini-vibrators tucked into her bra.
When she awoke, this time realizing what had happened, she could tell that the bedside light had clicked on, thanks to it's timer, giving just sufficient light through the layers of her blindfold to see to twist for the keys for the handcuffs. Unfortunately for her, she had struggled so much overnight, they had slipped off the bed and onto the floor. All she could do was strain and stretch as much as possible against the leg-cuffs and ropes around her feet to reach that last couple of inches enough for her hands to read the bedhead.
Straining hard, gripping the uprights of the bedhead, she was able, inch by agonizing inch, to raise the bedhead up and free of the bed itself, allowing her to free first one hand, then the other, from the uprights of the bedhead. Dropping the bedhead down behind the bed she struggled to bring her arms down to her head so as to free herself from the blindfold and so-painful ballgag but they had been in the overhead position and stretched for so long, the pain as she did so was terrible.
After what seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes, some sensation returned to her arms, and the pins and needles eased a little, she finally managed to drag her arms down from the top of the bed to her side and, still blindfolded and gagged, felt around for the ropes holding her waist to the bed. The gloves hindered her, but after a while, she managed to feel her way to untie the waist rope and shuffle down the bed a little, just enough to release the strain on her legs and crotch.
After a few minutes more rest, she tried again to remove the blindfold, although it was a struggle, the blindfold came off quite easily in the end, whilst the headphones were quickly removed and slung into a corner.
Sitting up was an effort, the butt plug certainly did not make things comfortable down there, the long night of bondage had certainly made it's mark on her bottom!
Shuffling down the bed a little to release the strain on her legs and allowing her to start to untie the ropes wrapped around her ankles took some time and her mini-skirt was well rucked up clearly displaying her soaked panties and fishnets. It took her several minutes to unpick the ropes from around her ankles so she could hobble on her high heels, still chained around her ankles to start to look for the keys to all the cuffs, somewhere safely under her bed.
She could not believe just how far gone she had become in the belief that she really had been the victim of a kidnapping and bondage attack during the night. She would not be doing this again for a long time, she thought.
As she moved past the bedside table to get the keys, she noticed that the answerphone was flashing three messages, so, being curious for she obviously had not heard a thing all night, except what she had recorded for her computer to say, she pressed the play button.
"Message One. Joe, it's Diana at work, are you all right? It's not like you to take time off, ring me, okay?"
'Oh shit!'
"Message Two. Joe, it's Diana again, it's 9 o'clock, we haven't heard from you yet and we are all very worried, please ring!"
'Oh god, what happened last night?' Then, glancing at the bedside clock, realized that it was flashing '12:00'
"Message Three. Joe, it's Diana, it's gone 10am and this is so unlike you, the boss has rung the police to check on you. We are all VERY worried, PLEASE call me and let me know you are ok!"
'Oh crap, power cut, so what time is it now for gods sake?' Joe thought, unable to speak, his mouth painful from a very long night forced open around the ballgag, padlocked behind his head, still dressed as a woman, still ankle- and hand-cuffed .
He started to look for the keys in a panic now, the firm had called to police and there he was, dressed as a woman, bra and stained satin panties, soaked fishnets and mini-skirt rucked up around his arse, semen and urine dripping down his legs, still with a pair of handcuffs hanging from each wrist and a set of ankle-cuffs painfully restricting his every movement, not forgetting the ball gag forcing his mouth so wide that his jaw was spasming from the strain, droll running down his face.
Hobbling to the bedhead, the ankle cuffs cutting into his ankles with every movement, he was about to try to move the bed to search for the keys to the cuffs when there was a loud and persistent knocking on the front door. The police had arrived!
'Oh shit!' Joe thought as he heard his front door being kicked in and the heavy footsteps of the local police come running up the stairs. How the hell was he going to explain this!
The end.
Authoress' note: Please remember that any Bondage is dangerous, and self-bondage especially so. Always leave yourself an escape route and you shouldn't use a gag and tie your hands during the same bondage, especially behind your back (as if I never do)....
