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I thought someone had been on my computer as it had been wrongly shut
down, but who my wife always closes the machine down as per my
instructions so I never suspected it would have been her. As for doing
anything in the future to my instruction Jean had other ideas, but that
jumping too far ahead and a little too premature. So in the end I just
put this feeling down to my machine having a bad day.
Nothing out of the normal happened, my wife was her usual self, life
carried on totally as normal. If there had been anything a little
different, I doubt I would have noticed, if I am really honest, my mind
was on the coming Friday night. Jean was going to have a girl's night
out, and I expected she and I would be enjoying ourselves for several
hours. Jean dancing and drinking me cross dressing and a session of self-
restraint.
For some time I have practiced freezing a set of release keys in
different thickness of ice blocks depending on how long I wanted to be
restrained. I am quietly proud of the fact I could time my release to
give or take 5 minuets by the careful choice of ice block.
To add to this method, and to make sure I didn't weaken and simply warm
up the ice blocks on a radiator and gain an early release, I fastened the
keys to a 2 meters length of strong elastic before freezing them. I leave
a loop of elastic sticking out of the water. This I use to fasten the ice
and keys to a hook under the bookshelf I have high on the wall over my
computer desk. Once I am seated and secure in my computer chair, it is
impossible for me to reach these keys till the ice melts.
I place my plastic waste bin under the dripping ice block to catch the
water, as the ice melts the keys slowly lower till I can just reach them,
and release my self. This is a simple but very effective form of self-
restraint. Once I have committed my self, I have to wait for the ice to
melt before I can gain my freedom. This, I feel is as close as I can get
to total bondage, with out involving my wife. Jean is no prude but I am
sure she would be upset and shocked if I asked her to join in, how wrong
I was soon to be proved. This frozen ice method is final, rather than
just placing the keys somewhere difficult but reachable, where at anytime
during my evening I could simply get the keys, all be it with some
difficulty, no the ice was a dead certain secure restraining method. With
this method once I have secured my self, I have to wait for the allotted
time and watch the steady drips, until I can free myself.
As an extra excitement, no matter how remote, with this method there is
always the possibility of Jean coming home early or arriving home before
the ice melts, and thus, getting caught. This adds another, if somewhat
remote, layer of excitement and anticipation to any session.
I can't claim to have invented this method of restraint but have adopted
it from others stories. Some of these stories, I had, foolishly or in
over confidence, saved on my computer.
My adaptation was to colour code the elastic for the length of time it
took a particular block of ice to melt. Blue for two hours, red for three
and so on.
In my arrogance, I never imagined Jean would ever be interested enough in
the workings of computers, or have enough IT skills to find the stories
or my thoughts.
U-be known to me, little by little, Jean had been taking an interest in
how to use the computer. I had explained how to look up items on sites
like Ebay etc. Without realising, over these months I had trained my wife
with enough skills and given her the ability to serf the NET or my hard
drive, and possibly find me out.
In preparation for, Friday, on Tuesday, I froze a three-hour block of ice
with a set of release keys. I had opened all my locks before I frozen the
keys so I knew the keys in the ice fitted my locks. I took pride in my
thorough preparation. On Tuesday it was definitely a red block I used,
after all the careful preparation and anticipation, is all part of the
excitement.
For the coming Friday night, I chose a three-hour block. Planning on Jean
going out at 08-00pm. If I allowed two hours for, getting ready, and
setting up, I would, on the stroke of ten, snapping the last lock closed
thus finalising my restraints. By 01-00 to 01-30 at the absolute latest,
the ice would have melted and I would be free and still have plenty of
time to tidy up before Jean arrived home, usually just after 02-00am.
I wanted to run it close to add to my excitement, but I had absolute
confidence I would be free. In some dark corner of my mind I had imagined
what it would be like, if I could not get free. This was another reason I
tried to run my release close, if things went wrong I didn't want to wait
around panicking for hours to be caught. In truth, I never expected to be
found out, that is why I am so thorough with my preparations. But
something going wrong was a nice dark fantasy I all the same.
The problem is with an outside chance, there is always a slim probability
it happens, most week some one wins the lottery and that's 16 million to
one. No matter how remote, I should have expected my luck to run out one
day. If I had given getting caught, any thought, which I didn't, it never
entered my head, this Friday would be my unlucky night.
At five to eight I dropped Jean off at the pub where she would meet her
friends and drove home. At twenty-five minuets past eight I took my
frozen key block out of the freezer in the garage and put it into the
kitchen fridge ice try. I don't want to set the ice melting till the very
last minuet, I want to experience the maximum time restrained. Turning on
my computer, I went up stairs to get ready.
I keep my body free of hair and during my shower earlier in the evening
I had made sure I was, apart from my head, totally hair free and
wonderfully smooth. After undressing, my first task is always the same, I
lubricated and inserted my vibrating butt plug. Even though this is a
little uncomfortable to start with I Know the pleasure will increase with
in a short time. When I turn on the vibration just before I close the
last lock, eventually it will drive me wild. I also knew before my
release it would loose its charm and become a real demanding tormentor.
This would have to be put up with as I had to keep it in place till I was
free and able to be rid of the thing. Usually, when I took out my butt
plug, after a session, I vowed never to use it again, the pain / pleasure
drove me to distraction. Of course, in reality, the next time I dressed I
knew it would be snugly embedded deep in me.
After the plug, I paint my finger and toenails, of course two coats and
the fact I have to wait ten minuets between coats adds to the tension.
The next part of the ritual, is where the real pain / pleasure will come
from. When the nail varnish is dry, I attached two sticky pads for the
ten's machine to my testecals. When, later, as with the butt plug I will
turn it on, the ten's machine, the crashing pain is so excruciatingly
erotic, it is as close to a forty-minuet orgasm ( that is the length of
the ten's machine cycle, before it turns its self off), as I think it is
possible for a man to experience.
After the pads are in place, I pull on some black thong knickers, taking
care, and tucking my male clitty well back between my legs. I always pull
these knickers up very firmly. The thin crotch piece forces the collar on
the butt plug deeper in to my bottom and holds it very secure.
The next part of dressing, involves the careful process of putting on
some barely black support tights. I like stockings, but when I am
restrained the extra pressure of the support tights, I feel, adds to the
overall experience. After these are in place to my satisfaction, as with
the knickers, the tights are pulled up as far as possible. I now take a
few moments to admire my reflection in the bedroom mirror before
proceeding with dressing. Every second I prolong the final clicking of
the lock increases my excitement. Next, I pulled on a black very
stretchy, supporting body shaper. The pressure is now exquisite, I have
to take several deep breaths to settle myself down. In the past, in my
headlong rush to dress I have suffered from premature ejaculation, this
ruins the evening. I am determined it will not happen tonight, after all
look at the planning that would have been wasted.
If I cum after I have restrained my self, then I can't back out, but if
this happens before I am securely fastened to my chair, I know my nerve
will fail and I won't click the last lock in place.
After the wave of passion passes, I carry on dressing with a 46 C cup
long line bra. In to the bra cups, I place in Jean's breast enhancers to
improve my shape. Finally, to finish of, I wear a green patterned skirt
and a turquoise top. My dressing for the night is complete, I spend
several minuets admiring my reflection. I walk about the house to gain
full benefit of being dressed. After all in a few moments I will be
immobile for three hours. After about ten minuets, I spray on a good
perfume, apply some lipstick and go down stairs.
I drink two large glasses of water, not because I am thirsty, but I love
the increasing pressure of wanting to pee that will build before the ice
melts, a will have to wait to empty my bladder, this pressure increases
the strength of my errection and emphasises my restrained impotent
position. In about two and a half hours that water will be demanding to
be released, and I will need to keep up my pelvic pressure to keep it
from escaping and making a mess.
The thought of how hard I will need to work, I will have to clench my
buttocks constantly to stop from wetting my self. By then the butt plug
will take on new dimensions, I will be wishing it was out by then, but
the pelvic clenching will definitely increase my torment.
Before I get the ice block from the fridge, I place my mobile phone just
in reach on the computer table, have a quick final check, to make sure I
have not forgotten anything, and then get the ice.
As I hang up my ice-encapsulated keys, and place the bowl underneath to
catch the drips, my anticipation and excitements, like a living thing,
starts to spiral upwards.
I gently lower myself on to the office chair in front of my waiting
computer, this causes a sharp stab of pain. My weight on the butt plug
forces it deeper in to my body. To help the pain subside, I can't help
rocking slowly back and forth, the sensation is enchanting. For the
second time, I have to fight to control my fast approaching organism. My
penis wants release, but in the end, my mind wins out and the waves of
lust subside.
Quickly, before my nerve or anything else distracts me I finish off my
bondage. Firstly I close the two brass locks securing the ankle straps
around my legs. These restraints are joined by about 600mm of strong
chain. The chain is passed behind, and looped round the centre swivel of
my chair. I can move my legs, but I can't stand or pass the chain over
the base of the chair, there simply is not enough length of chain.
Next I pass a length of chain round my waist and the back of my chair
this is fastened by another lock. My back is held upright and firmly
against the chair. Now I cant stand or get out of the chair.
Around each wrist I fasted my leather bracelets. These are 75mm wide and
are secured by three straps and buckles. They are soft and comfortable
but very substantial, and are impossible to break. The straps fasten the
cuffs to my wrists, each cuff has two heavy stainless steel "D rings "
fitted. Now I am approaching my moment of truth. Up till now I have not
passed the point of no return, I am one lock away from total bondage. My
final piece of chain and the last lock are by my keyboard, in a moment I
will be restrained till the ice melts and my keys hang down allowing me
to free my-self. At this point my fear rises, once this last lock is
fastened, I am committed.
I am sure my wife will be many hours, so I am strong and determined not
to back out. Many times in the past, my nerve has failed, but not
tonight, I quickly pass the chain through the arms of my computer chair
then the "D" rings and with no hesitation click the last lock closed. It
was then I realised I had not turned on either the ten's machine or the
vibrator in the butt plug. In my haste I had cheated my self of two
additional sensations. As there was nothing I could do now, I sadly,
stopped worrying about it.
For a second panic rises in me, but as I struggled to try and get free
from the locks, my squirming inevitably causes the butt plug to reassert
it's pressure, not surprisingly, the passion out weighs the fear. After a
few seconds I know I can't get free so I sit back and enjoy myself. As if
to reinforce this, the first droplet of water from the melting ice, plops
into the waiting bowl.
My release is on the way. In three hours I will be free, and this still
allows me plenty of time to clear away before my wife arrives home. The
time is now 9-56pm, I will be free by 01-00am, this I am absolutely sure.
The panic vanished as quickly as it arrived, I reached for the mouse and
clicked onto the Internet. The length of chain between my wrists is just
enough to allow me to use my computer but not enough, given it passed
through my chair arms to let me reach the buckles on my writs straps.
Till the ice melts, for good or bad I am stopping in my chair.
If I had taken more care when I hung up the ice block I would have
noticed it was a little heavy for a three-hour block, but I didn't, my
mind was on other things, I never gave it a thought. It had the correct
plastic bag, the correct colour elastic so it had to be a three-hour
block.
With a smile of anticipation I clicked onto the web browser, as I enjoyed
my tour of the net I did however notice that the ice was melting quite
fast and by eleven fifteen the keys were slowly lowering themselves. By
11 -45 all the ice had gone and I could free myself at any time. By now I
needed the loo, the water I had drunk earlier was now asking, still quite
politely, to be free, the butt plug was just starting be more annoying
than exciting, so all in all, I thought I will take an early release. I
shuffled myself about on the butt plug, this in turn pressured my
prostrate and I had a slow lingering an organism.
As the waves of my organism subsided, I felt more than a little drained.
Funnily an orgasm induced by my butt plug last longer and is different
than one brought about by physical rubbing, but once satisfied I needed
to be free. My cum was leaking slowly between my legs and the need to pee
was starting to be pressing.
I shuffled my chair over reached up and pulled down the keys. This should
have been the end of this story, except a small piece of plastic fell on
to my desk, which I ignored, and none of the keys fitted the lock
securing my wrists. Till this lock was open and my hands were free, none
of the other locks could be released. With a rising panic I tried all the
keys again and again, still, though, none opened the lock. Some how, I
had mixed up the keys. Panic, fear, anger crashed in and out of my mind,
but the word that would not go away was how.
After about twenty minuets, I had calmed down sufficiently to start to
rationalise what I could do, and how this mistake could have occurred.
For the first time since I started to try and get free I looked at
piece of plastic on my desk that had dropped there when the ice and keys
had melted. Gently I tugged the now impotent elastic and turned the
plastic over. This was a small piece of white plastic and written on it
were seven words. I knew instantly it was Jean's handwriting, as I read
this sentence again and again I jumped from panic to delight to feeling
slightly sick. The sentence that would change my life read: -
"See you much later, don't go anywhere."
Given my current restrained position going anywhere was impossible,
funnily enough, I was excited and fearful in equal amounts. Jean somehow
knew about my desires / activities and had manipulated events so I was
now totally at her mercy. Before I could contemplate my situation further
my mobile burst into life.. When I stopped having a heart attack and
looked at the window on the phone, the words "Jean calling" blinked at
me. I touched the phone as if it was scalding hot, and when I pressed the
answer button my mouth was so dry I could only grunt and not utter a
word.
For a few seconds that felt like hours there was silence then Jean's
voice whispered in my ear. Given you have answered this on your mobile,
can I assume you have had my little surprise. That was the understatement
of the year, but all I could say was yes.
Jean's laughter was a shock, and her next words were even worse. After
tonight, SISSY, things are going to be very different, so don't expect me
home too soon. Just before Jean hung up, she laughingly said, have a nice
time, and then the phone went dead. I tried to redial, but Jean had
switched her phone off, for good or bad I would have to wait for Jean to
come home and end my bondage.
The next two hours passed in an unreal state on conscientiousness, I
flipped between fear, fantasy and excitement. Jean knew about my deepest
fantasies, bondage being only one of them, had she read all my saved
stories, time would tell. I was, even in my state amazed, how Jean had
kept up a normal front whilst planning my capture this, in it's self
something astonishing. Apparently I had gravely underestimated my wife
and know I was at her mercy. The need to pee had somehow evaporated as my
thoughts grew and I tried to think how tonight would end.
At about ten minuets to three I heard a car pull up and a few seconds
alter, the back door opened. My computer is at the bottom of our stairs,
so as soon as Jean came into the kitchen I was in full view.
Jean ignored me, locked the door and fussed the dog. Sitting bound and
dressed watching my wife behave so normally nearly drove me mad, but
being fearful of breaking the spell I said nothing. Jean went out of my
view into the dinning room. I presumed she was hanging up her coat, when
she next reappeared in my field of view, I just gasped. Jean had removed
her coat and dress and was standing framed in the kitchen door wearing
only an exquisitely matching set of, black bra, suspenders, knickers and
stocking.
Given my thoughts were on my own plans earlier in the evening; I never
even notice Jean had dressed in such a sexy underwear. Normally she will
only wear tights when she goes out with the girls, despite me asking her
repeatedly to wear stockings, until tonight she had always refused to do
so.
Without moving Jean smiled, saying, if you had been thinking about me
earlier, you could have had this, instead you wanted to be restrained,
well let's see what we can do to improve things for both of us.
My mind was in a whirl; Jean gently cupped my face in her hand, and then
with out warning slapped me hard across the face, that's for keeping
secrets. Before I could speak, Jean kissed me. I could taste the alcohol,
but she was definitely not drunk. After a few moments Jean, facing me,
straddled my knee, still kissing me she lowered herself onto my lap. Her
extra weight forced the butt plug deeper into my body, this extra
pressure finally overcame my clenching and caused a little urine to leak
into my knickers. Jean noticed this, stopped kissing me but kept her face
close to mine. She gently reached up, holding my cheeks so I had to stare
into her eyes, she slowly empted the contents of her bladder into my lap.
The hot liquid flowed between my legs soaking my skirt and underwear, for
several minuets this wonderful sensation continued. The expression on
Jean's face never altered, when she was finished, Jean slowly ground
herself harder into my lap. Jean asked, was that better than you imagined
SISSY? Before I could answer, Jean commented. For me I could take or
leave it, personally, I can only think of the mess you will have to clean
up. Next time you had better put down a plastic sheet.
My heart leapt, Jean was already thinking of the next time. After a few
more seconds, Jean climbed off my knee and slowly removed her wet
knickers. She looked a little undecided, for a second then removed her
stockings. I had, by now, passed all reasoning and was only there for the
ride. My life had changed of that I had no doubts, but where it was going
I had no idea.
Jean again stroked my face; she played around my lips with the fingers of
one hand whilst she vigorously masturbated herself with the other. Every
few moments she swapped her hands over so I had a constant supply of
Jean's love juices to clean up. On the third or fourth swap, Jean erupted
into a shattering orgasm. As her passion flowed, she forced her hand
deeper into my waiting mouth. I felt like I would choke to death, but at
that moment in time I didn't care. I just closed my eyes and tried to
have an orgasm of my own. Before I had achieved this, Jean pulled out her
hand and stuffed the urine soaked knickers into my mouth. These were
quickly secured with the two nylon stocking.
I was shocked and even more excited. As there was nothing I could do I
just sat there, gently rocking on my butt plug trying desperately to
achieve organism. Jean ignored me, turned and went into the kitchen, I
could hear she was making a hot drink and when she came back into view,
she had stripped completely naked.
In one hand she carried a cup of coffee and in the other there was a
block of ice with a red elastic loop sticking out. Jean hung up the new
block, smiled and started to brush past me to go to bed. In doing so she
noticed the controllers for the butt plug and the ten's machine. With
out saying a word she turned both onto their maximum settings. This
caused me to instant ally ejaculate and start urinating at the same time.
Jean's last words as she went to bed were, clean up this mess properly,
before you bring me my breakfast in the morning, then as her bedroom door
closed she shouted down, goodnight SISSY.
My three-hour block took nearly four and a half hours to melt, I normally
allow for the central heating to be on, but given the late hour the lower
temperatures in the hall delayed my release. In total I was restrained
for almost ten hours, and in truth loved every minuet, at least once I
was released. I did as Jean said and cleaned up every trace. What will
happen when I take up breakfast, I have no idea.
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