When vengeance clouds judgment.
Someday I'd be able to afford the professional gear, though mine worked well considering the time and attention to detail I'd given while making them.
I eyed my long series of locks with trepidation and excitement. Always a chance something could go wrong, but no doubt someone would come investigate if I missed a shift. I set to work.
Keys for my knees and gag were left on a long twist tie around my front door knob.
My release key bottle and a gallon and a half of ice from the freezer to my bathroom and carefully laid flat and even on the inverted bucket that held my prize dildo like a kinky trophy on top. That lowest bucket was also bolted to a long slab of plywood in my walk-in shower, eliminating any chance I could tip it over in an effort to escape early. My sitting bucket rested over the first, leaving only about 2 Inches of dildo poking through. I my pussy clenched in anticipation. I would finally have to take it all.
I hooked a water bottle to my suckable ball gag and hung it to the shower head in front of me, then slid my iPad into the holster already taped to the tile in front of my face. I'd have some kinky porn and plenty of erotic fiction to keep me good and wired until I was released.
I nearly changed my mind about the enema, but decided to stick with it. A mild punishment for needing to lock myself down at all. And it would ramp my libido up to 20. Get through the pain to get to the pleasure. The enema tube was clipped closed halfway down, but would release when the bucket got low enough, mixing my pleasure/pain receptors even more.
The tube was hooked securely to my 1 inch enema plug - I'd have to clench a bit to keep from leaking. My hands trembled as I lubed and worked the plug in, then set to hanging the frozen release key before finally sitting. It was already a tease to have in, just the tip, so far.
High heels came next, then spreader bar locking my knees in the widest V I could stand, leaving me feeling deliciously exposed. Next came 2 small nipple clamps that I would barely feel unless I was especially bouncy or too shifty.
I heaved up the weighted belt, cinched it tight and added the lock. Mere socks full of gravel clipped around the belt wasn't fancy, but it was a way to gain a quick 30 pounds.
I wet my lips and opened wide for my gag, quickly locking it behind my head., I double-checked my wrist key tethered to my left shackle, stretched my shoulder back behind me, wrist up toward my shoulder blades. I snagged the attached cord, tugged tight over my shoulder, then clipped that to the front edge of the bucket, tightening the adjuster cord down. The last bit I did with my breath held, looping the D ring of my other wrist shackle to the lock of my dainty collar, relieved when I herd that last little mechanical *snap*.
I shifted slightly and winced at the tug on my nipples, but needed to test the full design. Definitely stuck. And would be, for the next 8 hours or so. I'd frozen the release key in a larger water bottle than I usually used for my bondage, unsure of how long the trapped ice in the bucket would take to melt . Before tomorrow morning I was certain.
I relaxed fully, drawing a small sip of water and let my eyes drift closed. There was something fantastically liberating about being restrained, even by my own hand. Safety and security in my own little bubble of restriction. I rocked gently over the dildo I was slowly stretching my pussy to fill. Patience was not my best quality. I wanted to bounce on this fucker Now, damn it. Needed it. I whined sadly and clenched on what little I could reach.
Three hours later, everything ached, just from the tension my impatience brought on. I'd been reading self bondage fiction from every corner of the net, success stories, failures, fantasies, caught in the act scenarios, and I'd hardly noticed I had an extra 2 inches stuffed into me. I gave a happy little bounce on it, then shivered when my nipples protested deliciously.
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