Sarahs first love
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Alone and with the house to himself, usually suggested a quiet evening.
Not quite the quiet evening most people would have but then himself had
an alter ego that needed an occasional quiet evening as well. Sarah took
awhile to prepare, so many clothes so much choice and it all needed to be
just right. After a hot perfumed bath just to get in the mood she first
attended to her body shape. Away between the legs with the male bits,
after an application of anesthetic cream and tucked in place with a nice
firm old fashioned panty girdle, she already felt better. Then a bit of
fiddling to place some silicone prosthetic hips and buttocks and another
shapewear panty on top to hold it in place and smooth the edges. Next a
lace up boned waist cincher tucked into the top of the girdle and
tightened just to give that hourglass figure a chance. Up top, a bra
with some silicone breasts to give a nice and obvious, but not excessive
bust and another shapewear corselette on top, again to keep those lines
smooth and hide all the foundation work underneath. She admired herself
in the mirror, ignoring from the neck up, yes quite passable. A bit
frumpy but the right figure looked back, especially as she wasn't that
muscley anyway and had she taken care to remove all possible offending
hair.
Stage one complete and usually she would then just wear a pretty dress
and then makeup etc and go down and make something to eat and watch a DVD
or something. Tonight though different plans, a package had arrived from
bound.com the usual discreet way and after this years bonus it was larger
than normal. She couldn't wait to try out some of the items that she had
peeked at earlier. So instead of a dress, a shinier latex look was
required. Red and black always looked great so she tried a pair of red
latex tights. The waist cincher made this difficult and she had to undo
the lacing in order to bend enough and work her feet into the latex. This
was going to take a bit more planning than expected so she laid out a few
more items as well. By the time she had readjusted her upper body
foundation, she looked down and saw 2 shiny red legs wearing 6inch patent
black heels, both locked on securely with steel chain that looped
underneath the instep of the shoes and attached either side of some
serious looking handcuffs that now linked both ankles together.
The heels were not coming off until the legcuffs, were released. And the
cuffs were the hinged type and only just fitted round her ankles when
wearing high heels as the extended posture of her feet just made her
ankles thin enough to fit. The patent black and shiny steel against the
red latex almost caused an instant disturbance but the anesthetic had
taken effect so all rousing impulses did not result in any change (not
that there was any room under all the tight foundation wear). For
awhile, Sarah held a single unattached chain, fixed to the middle of the
handcuffs as she sat back on the bed and played with it, pulling it tight
behind here back so her feet swang back. Hmm shall I go for it? she
thought.
Again another hiccup, to get the next garment on she needed to undo the
cuffs and she also decided to put the keys somewhere safely out of
immediate reach. Back on track now with a black latex high necked body
with long sleeves she was starting to get going and even though the point
of no return was quite away off, in her mind she knew what she wanted to
achieve. The most exciting new toy was fearsome indeed and she paused
before crossing this line. The leather hood was laced, zipped, buckled
and lockable with a posture collar as well. Designed really for a master
to place around a slaves head, once she wore it herself she had better
not make any more mistakes as she would not be able to see at all and the
rest of the bondage session would have to be done by feel. Still this
was a quiet night in, at least another 3 hours before her girlfriend was
expected back. She experimented with the fit, and decided that because
it was comfortable she would go the whole way. She paused, lying back on
the bed, hooded and locked in with a ball gag and ear plugs listening to,
well nothing just her pulse in the blackness. I would take a bit to
remove the hood anyway as the keys to the padlocks securing the buckles
were downstairs so she might as well carry on.
She had made more careful preparations before wearing the hood. A three
yard linked steel chain was now wrapped round her upper body which
certainly meant it was impossible to remove any clothes until the key to
the padlocks securing it were found. Also she now wore some wide knee
and elbow cuffs pre-placed and attached to parts of the body chain so
they would not slip out of place. Black latex gloves adorned here hands,
pity she couldn't see them any longer but the feel was fantastic.
Enclosed in rubber with a tight fitting sensory deprivation hood and
collar on, she steadied her nerves.
Now the final stage, she locked the knee cuffs together and rolled onto
her front. Face down the posture collar and hood held her face
uncomfortably pressed in to the bed especially as she could only properly
breathe through her nose so the first thing to do was to attach a chain
from the waist to the top of the hood arching her neck and back and
lifting her face just clear from the bed. This tightened up the effect of
the posture collar which held her head now firmly in place. Carefully
now, no mistakes, she pulled the chain from her ankles up behind her back
and this bent her legs at the knees back towards her waist. This was
getting awkward. Her hands worked behind her back to position the chain
and she moved onto her side as she worked the end of the chain up to the
d-ring on the back of the posture collar. Click went a padlock, and
again as the leg chain was also locked where it crossed to the chain than
went from the hood to her waist.
A nice linked X arrangement. If she moved her feet it pulled on her neck
and head together and if she moved her head against the collar then she
could likewise feel her ankles try and move, not that there was much
slack in the arrangement. Only her arms now remained free and the final
point of no return approached. A little breathless, again she paused,
the hood was uncompromising. Someone could have walked in the room and
stood next to the bed and she wouldn't have known. Only a few hours
left, enough time to shuffle downstairs for the keys? She definitely
didn't want to be found like this. Her girlfriend accepted a bit of cross
dressing and some roleplay but this was a different league and she had no
idea what she would think. 2 hours though, easy, it wasn't as if she
hadn't done something similar before.
Securing her elbows proved to be the most difficult, the elbow cuffs were
new and had easy attachment points but clipping these to the body chain
with her arms both behind her back was really awkward. Eventually
success, not tight but they held her arms parallel and pulled behind her
back. Her hands played with a second pair of open handcuffs already
locked to the body chain and leg chain by another padlock. Last chance,
click went the ratchet of the cuffs, not that she could hear it. She
made sure the cuff was double locked now just one hand remained free. If
she changed her mind now she could probably still get her elbow free as
well, it would make it much easier to wiggle off the bed and find the
keys. She played with the final moments and then click. No chances left.
What a picture. Lying on a white sheet on top a double bed was a curvy
female form dressed in red and black latex, collared, hooded and chained
in a hogtie. No way could anyone guess this creature was male. The
usual give a ways like hands and feet were wearing shiny latex and the
hood and collar meant no clue as to the identity of the bondagette could
be guessed. She knew this of course and relished the thought, perfect
well worth the money and effort. A much as she enjoyed the moment again
she thought that she didn't want to be found like this, it was a very
kinky setup and Louise might not even realize it was her at all. Better
start the process of getting free as she guessed it would take some time.
Her options were now somewhat limited, the only path to freedom (without
assistance) was downstairs hanging in the middle of the living room,
suspended by an ice cube that was slowly melting. She knew that by the
time she wiggled down it would have melted and dropped so she just had to
enjoy the bondage journey and wiggle. But the first snag almost
immediately presented itself, she had never tried this particular setup
with the posture collar and hood being chained back to the waist and
ankles and it accentuated the hogtie. In the past being able to move her
head and neck allowed more movement and now this was denied and in
addition the hood was severe, she couldn't see, hear or say a thing and
even though breathing through her nose was not difficult she was more
aware that it required more effort than normal.
The other success that now proved awkward were the elbow cuffs securing
her arms as she found she had much more limited use of her arms when
rolled on to her side and even getting on her side with the neck collar
was a major effort that involved rocking her whole body several times
before she tipped over. Added to the fact that the mattress absorbed most
of the effort even wiggling to the edge of the bed took much longer than
expected and required lots more effort than anything she had previously
experienced. After 5mins of strenuous straining against the unyielding
bonds she at last felt with her knees the edge of the bed. Another leap
into the unknown but the hood was now hot and sweaty and the ball gag
ached and she started to wish that she hadn't left the keys quiet so far
away, especially downstairs as the prospect of tackling the stairs like
this was becoming very scary now that she realized how effective and
restrictive this hogtie was.
The floundering on the bed had proved that nothing was going to give,
snap or break and her preparations had achieved exactly what she had
intended. After a few minutes, to regain her breath and cool down, a
final shift of weight and she slid ungracefully knees first onto the
floor coming to rest with her chest on the bed propped at a 45deg angle.
The change of position was a relief as the pressure of the cuffs and
chains altered. Pity she couldn't stay like this for long. A roll
sideways started the rest of the slide that ended with her on the floor.
It was terrifyingly out of control. Once she had started she had no idea
when she would stop and the reaction to put a hand out and break the fall
was strong but she was obviously completely unable to do it. Luckily she
hit nothing and the carpet softened the blow but now the predicament was
quickly becoming less than amusing. She had gone too far.
How long it had already taken, she had no idea, just that it was taking a
lot longer and much more awkward than expected. She rolled back onto her
front and tried to raise her hips and bottom up so she could snake
forward but another of the preparations, the waist cincher, prevented any
effective movement. Each attempt at moving forward required maximum
effort and achieved imperceptible progress. Helplessly, panic now quite
unstoppable took over. All at once the situation became clear she was
almost impossibly stuck. A wild scream for help just resulted in a
muffled barely audible cry as she pulled and pushed beyond all previous
efforts to try and loosen her bonds or move something about that would
make it easier and give some hope. Spasms of frustration racked her body
as without thought she just strained and strained before eventually
exhaustion and breathlessness forced the struggles to cease.
She had never been here before. So completely helpless and alone and the
tears quickly followed. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She should have tried
the hood first, not worn this or that, not used the handcuffs etc. but
each regret just emphasized the futility of her position. Regrets were
useless as the locks did not listen and they remained firmly shut keeping
her in this strict bondage position that she had devised. To tie yourself
up knowing it will take a long time to get free is one thing. To tie
yourself up and then realize you are likely never to get free by yourself
is another.
With nothing to do but try and relieve her aching limbs she experimented
again with moving this time on her side, the same way as she managed to
get off the bed. Using her restrained elbows as leverage she could make a
bit of progress but only sideways. The only other option was using the
inch flex between her knees to rotate herself round on her front. She
could move slowly, albeit sideways and it was hard to move so much weight
so awkwardly with one arm and after 5-6 moves she was forced to roll back
on her front and rest. The rotating action of her knees seemed pretty
useless until after several sweaty struggles she realized that she had no
idea where in the room she actually really was.
She had left the bed what seem ages ago and moved, so she thought,
towards the door. The disorientation of the hood and sideways motion was
really starting to really affect her. No sound, no sight just laboured
breathing with sweat now running down her forehead into her eyes. The
latex also was not helping, so shiny and smooth and encasing it now just
added to the overheating problem, lucky it was winter although she hadn't
really thought of that. Chains had started to dig and chafe at various
pressure points and the cuffs plain just hurt her wrist and ankles. Cramp
had come and gone but giving up wasn't going to help and so the pain just
had to be endured, the only chance was to keep going slow and steady.
Time had now taken on a different meaning for her as she concentrated on
the shuffling movement and control of her breathing. She had guessed
correctly and bumped into a wall with a hole, the door out to the
landing. As she felt the hard door frame pass underneath her, her hopes
raised. She was making progress however slowly. Now she lay on the
landing, lying on her front with her knees over the drop that she knew
meant the top of the stairs. This was tough and she had almost had
enough and couldn't care who found her here as long as someone took pity
and released her. It must have been at least 3 hours since she started,
why hadn't Louise got back and found her yet. The possibilities started
to play. Louise must have been delayed somehow, car trouble on the way
back, an accident, traffic. Again the panic rose. Louise was probably
her only chance now and what if she wasn't coming at all. What if she
had already got home, seen her lying at the top of the stairs and fled?
What if, what if. The stairs were such a terrifying prospect that Sarah
just waited and waited half dosing until at last the situation dawned.
Whatever had happened Louise wasn't coming back to find her, not tonight
at least and any telephone or text messages that she might have sent were
of course also unreachable.
The situation was now clearer. Hope again rested with the limited
ability she had to shuffle about the floor or the house. Once at the
bottom of the stairs getting to the living room was just difficult not
impossible. Only the stairs were in the way. She thought carefully
"once I start moving down I'll never get back up so just think. No
reason at all to stay upstairs. No way of raising the alarm or releasing
any of the locks, just go for it nothing to lose". The options had
resolved themselves and with a tiny excitement she moved the last inch
that overbalanced her precarious position in order to gently lower her
knees to the top of the first step.
The situation ran away with itself when she tried the second step. The
friction of her body on the stair carpet was just not enough to make it a
controlled step by step process. Bound and helpless she just thumped
down each step one after another. If before had been painful but this
downward descent redefined the word. At least she had the benefit of
silicone breasts.
She came round in a dazed nightmare and not really realizing where she
was or what had happened. She was unable to move and unable to see or
hear. The bruising round her wrists and ankles was so painful just
trying to flex her arms and legs let alone trying to actually move. The
front of her knees ached as if they had been hit by a baseball bat and
the gag in her mouth made her jaw ache likewise. The lack of sight and
sound left her alone with the pain and it was an undetermined amount of
time before the pain faded and consciousness allowed some kind of
assessment. At least she was now at the bottom of the stairs but also
completely exhausted.
The living room was not far away and the keys must have long ago fallen
to the floor. All that was left was a final shuffle sideways through one
final hurdle, the doorway and freedom. So close now to relief from the
hogtie so she marshaled her resolve and set about making the effort to
inch closer her ultimate goal but could not now seem to muster enough
energy to actually move.
The next different thought was the feeling of a tentative prod by
someone's foot and after the isolation and time spent despairing it was
more startling than an electric shock. She mmphed and tensed but the prod
was not repeated. This time a hand gently on her shoulder and maybe
something spoken but again all she could do was mmph. She wiggled her
hands and feet mmphing again, oh at last someone had found her she wanted
to shout. A hand touched hers and she weakly grasped it like a lifeline
in a storm gripping it firmly as possible and willing its owner not to
let go. She realized she had no idea who it was but it didn't matter.
The persons other hand moved around her bonds searching for ways to
release her but of course the search was futile without the keys. Some
spoken words close to her head but impossible to make out clearly and she
tried to mmphh yes, yes the keys are on the living room floor beside the
sofa and point where she thought the living room was but she realized
that she had no idea.
Even if the rescuer guessed the mmphing and gesticulation she was
probably pointing the wrong way. The hands stopped and it went still.
She started to try and writhe again desperately scared now that help
which seemed so close was fading. The reassuring hand returned and also a
pair of knees by her side and she could tell the hand was reassuring as
it wasn't alone. A pair of hands now gently held hers. Still no progress
towards being released and after the initial elation of release, a worry
was setting in. Surely they would look around sometime now and find the
keys as they weren't exactly hidden. But the rescuing angel just seemed
to want to reassure her rather than actually do anything as if the
solution was already in motion so there was nothing to do but wait. Oh
no there must be second person and Sarah despite the desperate eagerness
to be released also was dreading finding out who had found her and
whether or not they had guessed who she was. Oh no oh no if they didn't
know who she was then they might not think she lived there and
therefore...
Sure enough the situation unfolded as the next thing that happened was
that she felt more people around here and then she was lifted up and
sideways onto a trolley. The subsequent trip to A&E was just a clinical
exercise in how to deal with someone that had be trapped immobilized for
an extended period of time. It involved scissors, bolt cutters,
injections and saline drips all at various stages followed by a further
period of unconsciousness which to Sarah came easily as a relief to the
problem of having to deal with other people who had found her in such a
state.
Epilogue
Sarah survived nearly 36hrs of self inflicted very strict sensory
deprivation bondage. She was found on Sunday by her partner who had
spent an unplanned weekend with a friend and had no idea anything was
wrong until she opened the door to their house. Confronted with a black
and red latex chained figure at the bottom of the stairs she at first
didn't even know if it was alive. She had called for an ambulance
immediately before summoning the courage to prod the figure. Then she
just waited until help arrived. Sarah had become almost terminally
dehydrated and had severe bruising on most her limbs especially round the
wrists and ankles. She could not have survived much longer and came very
close to paying the ultimate price for her ingenuity and imagination.
Sarah and Louise are still friends but with a very different relationship
now, but not because of the shock when Louise found out who it actually
was under all the bondage gear.
The one casualty of the episode was Sarahs male bits tucked away for so
long without enough circulation and indeed some other limbs had also come
close to gangrene due to the prolonged reduction in the blood supply.
The surgeon at the time had had no option but to complete the job and
remove what was left. So Sarah is now left with being a bit more like
Sarah than she initially planned and not just because of the lack of
genitals. An orgasm the conventional way is now impossible and the only
turn on for Sarah is to put pressure on and rub her pelvic bone whilst
dressed and bound. She no longer practices self bondage alone as the
memories of being beyond help are not ones she wants to repeat. But
Louise is a good friend so every week or so she straps Sarah on,in or to
various wooden and steel contraptions dressed in various colours of
latex, leather and such like. It normally takes about 2-3hrs for Sarah to
reach satisfaction so Louise goes downstairs to watch a soap or 2 on
telly checking occasionally when she makes a cup of tea. After all Sarah
isn't going anywhere.
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