I have read a lot of stories about self bondage. I am pretty good at it myself. Here is a true story.

My bondage fun started a long time ago, and to this day I get to enjoy it on a regular basis. I decided to try some self bondage in public. The fear of getting caught is a real thrill. Still I had not planned on getting caught, but the possibility is always there!

As I always want to be the damsel in distress and since I do dress and pass as a female in public I got this idea....

It was a Saturday morning, I had planned this for 2 weeks. What fun it would be! I began with a shower and shaved my entire body from head to toe. I dried off and began with my make-up. After getting it just right I picked the outfit for today. A nice pinstripe suit with the skirt just below the knee. See I like to just blend in not stand out in the female world and this kind of outfit works very well for that. Suntan pantyhose, 4 inch heels with an ankle strap. I looked at myself in the mirror and was okay with the way I looked, I could pass today. I gathered up my bondage stuff for the day. Now a lot of people use rope for their self bondage, but today I would use handcuffs and leg cuffs. Throw in a few chains and padlocks and away I go. I loaded all of the lock up stuff in the trunk and set off for a day of fun.

First I went shopping at the local mall. What a thrill it is to go in a public store dressed as a woman and no one knows what I really am. Well after a few more stops I was ready for my adventure to begin.

I had planned on using a parking deck close to an office building. I had checked this out ahead of time and found on Saturday there was no one there. The whole garage was empty.

I was very excited as I drove up to the top level. I had noticed a minivan parked on the second level but decided someone had left it there over the weekend. Onward I drove. Getting very horny thinking of what was to come, I found my spot on the top level. I parked away from the elevator and stairs that connected all levels. I looked around and all was clear. "Here we go", I thought. I got out of the car and opened the trunk, there lay my chains and cuffs. I took the keys for my release and put them on one side of the trunk, gathered everything else and put it in my purse.

The day was clear and bright. The warm sun shun on the shiny hose I was wearing and it felt good. My purse was stuffed full as I walked across the 75 or so feet to the elevator. I pushed the bottom level button and away it went. The doors opened and I stepped out.

Walking in heels is a different thing all together, but the sound of my heels echoing off the concrete was a sound that I enjoyed. I walked toward the office building checking to see if I could tell if there was anyone in there. No one that I could see. I went to the door and peered inside. The coast was clear. I walked over to the picnic table on the far end of the building. The path was gravel. Sitting down I smoked one last cigarette before I began my torment.

I looked up the 6 story building. The sun was bright and I can see my reflection in the glass. I opened my purse and dumped out my equipment. Time to begin!!

First I pulled off my skirt leaving only a short black slip. I left on my jacket. I picked up two sets of leg cuffs. Knotted the chains a couple of times to increase the hobble effect and locked them on my ankles. I love to hear the clicking as the cuffs go on!! Next I put a chain around my waist and padlocked it into place. Handcuffs were padlocked to the chain behind my back, two shorter chains wrapped around my knee, one on each leg. Now I can feel my manhood bulging against the nylon that imprisons it. Excitement is really building now!!!

Now for the final locks. I took another chain and locked it to the chains for the leg cuffs. Pulled the chain up to the knee chains and locked everything into place. This really restricted my walking ability. Great, just what I was looking for. I brought up the chain and locked it to the waist chain. With what was left I wrapped it around the back of my neck and locked it in front.

There I sat, chained and cuffed real good. My keys were locked in the trunk of the car, and where was the car? Up on the top level. My hand were still free, so I decided to have a last smoke before the slow walk back to the car. I admired the way that I had chained myself in the reflection in the building glass. I looked like an office woman bound up tight. I was super horny at this point. I smoked enjoying the scenery. I made sure the car remote was in my purse. It was time. The warm sun shun on me, my hose shined, my chains sparkled. How cool this was!!

Finishing my smoke I put it in the ashtray beside the table. Time for the lock up. I pulled the ball gag from my purse. Strapped it around my head under my wig. It looked good with the red lipstick that I was wearing. I took one last pair of leg cuffs and locked one on the right elbow, brought it in front of my body and locked it around the left elbow.

Here we GO I thought!

I slipped my purse over my shoulder, stuffed my skirt into it and snapped it shut. I stood up, and tried to walk and all I could do was very small steps. I could still go up to the car bound like this, with my hands unlocked, but my excitement was bubbling over. What the heck I thought as I reached behind my back. There they are handcuffs. Locking them on would make me totally helpless until I made it to the car. I waited, my excitement was too great. I locked my right wrist making sure the keyhole was in the proper place for my escape. Looking at my reflection I really liked what I saw. This is it I thought as the other cuff clicked around the other wrist. One click was all it took, but I prefer it tighter then that so I closed both of them pretty tight, but not too tight as to make it numb.

I stood there in a very short slip, hose and heels in full makeup. What a sight. A woman in bondage. Or so it appeared. I wish I had a camera to get some pictures. So began my journey. I walked along the gravel path turning to look at myself in the glass. My steps were very small, so progress was taking a lot longer then I thought it would. With my elbows locked in cuffs and my hands securely locked behind my back I was grateful to get onto the concrete.

I thought I heard a car coming into the parking garage and felt a panic attack coming. I managed to hide behind the stairwell and wait it out. No car came. I got control over the panic and began my slow walk again. Now a choice. Elevator or stairs. I turned around and got the door to the stairwell opened and wiggled in. I tried a step or two, this was not going to work. I had hobbled my ankles to closely together to make it up the stairs. The elevator was it. Ever so slow I hobbled about 50 feet to the elevator. Looking around the edge of it to look at the building I saw the bridge that connected the parking deck. No one on the bridge. Cool I thought. My ankles were starting to ache as I had tightened the cuffs a few clicks too tight and my jaw was starting to hurt. It had taken me 20 minutes to get this far, but the elevator was going to speed things up.

I turned around and fumbled for the button with my cuffed hand. Got it! I heard the motors whir as the elevator came to my rescue. The door slid opened and I hobbled in. The doors closed. Now I was trapped in there. Turning around I pushed what I thought was the floor that I needed. Off it went. I watched the numbers as the elevator went up. It stopped on the third level. Damn I thought, I pushed the wrong button. Panic hit me hard. Being caught bound and gagged dressed as a woman would not be a good thing. I moved to the side of the steel box as the door opened. No one came in. The door closed again. I turned and fumbled with the buttons again. They were almost out of my reach as my hands were securely locked to the waist chain. I slid my fingers over the buttons. Just a I thought I had the correct one the elevator started moving. I had not pushed anything!! What was going on??? I knew that I was in trouble now. Had there been someone in the building after all? Surely NOT it was Saturday!!

I stood there with drool starting to drip from my gag. I struggled hard. No way I was getting loose without a key. I again move to the side of the car waiting to see what happened next. My heart was pounding out of my chest. Down I went. Slowly the elevator came to a stop. The door opened. I have never had panic so strong as it was now. There was nothing I could do but stand there. What a sight. I had locked myself up very good this time. I waited. .....

I leaned against the wall and caused my handcuffs to close a couple of clicks. Now they were very tight. This restricted my movement even more. I stood there panic gripping me.

I heard steps. I heard high heels. In walked a brown haired lady. She was dressed in office attire. A short black suit. Not bad I thought. She walked in and stared right at me and took in what she saw. Had I not had on all the makeup she could have seen my face turn red. She stopped and stared. I was humiliated. I had been caught!!! She turned and pushed a button and away the elevator went. She turned back to me and said, "are you okay"? I nodded yes. She looked me over from head to toe. Grinning she said she had been watching me the whole time. She had an office with a window on the second floor and had seen the whole thing. My heart raced. What was she going to do? Call the police? All I could do was stand there unable to speak and hardly move at all. The elevator stopped on the second floor. The door opened. She walked over to me and grabbed my neck chain. Turning me around she inspected my bondage. She turned me around again and looked me right in the eyes. I could not look at her. She pulled my chain and I made eye contact. She reached down and pulled up my slip. I struggled but there was nothing I could do. She ran her hand along my hosed leg to my crotch. She stopped. She had found my manhood standing strong. Her eyes got big as plates. She turned and led me out of the elevator by my chain. I had to move slow, but she was pulling me along. We walked to the minivan that I had noticed when I first came here. She slid open the side door and told me to sit. I did. I was so ashamed!!

She reached around behind my head and unbuckled the gag, it came out with a slurp. It felt good to have it out of my mouth. She looked at me. My lipstick was smeared from the gag. "I saw you put every bit of this on yourself honey. I watched as you walked a long the gravel. Now that got me excited to see a woman lock herself up the way you did, but wait, your not a woman, your a man"!!! She checked out all of my bonds, chains, cuffs, padlocks. pulled on them as if she was making sure they were secure, and they were. " Now tell me where are the keys".

I looked down at her feet. Nice shoes I thought for a split second, then said they are in the trunk of my car on the top level. The remote to the car is in my purse. "Okay" she said, smiling. She had pretty brown eyes. She was dressed just as I was, like for a day at the office. She grabbed my purse and opened it up rummaged around and found the remote to my car. "Don't worry I am going to take care of you".

I though all was going to be okay. I thought she would take me to my car and retrieve the keys for my release. Turns out I was wrong. She picked up the gag she had removed and started to put it back on. "No" I said. But did not get a chance to say another word as she forced it into my mouth. This time she strapped it on a lot tighter then I had and now I couldn't even mumble. She pushed my feet into the van, left me on the floor as the door slid shut. She got in and drove up to the top level. She got out and I heard the car horn blow as she unlocked the trunk. Then I heard the trunk close and the horn again as the car was locked. What was going on here I wondered. Was she not going to let me loose?

She got back into the van and turned to me. I wiggled on the floor but no escape was possible. I looked at her and she smile real big. "Now the fun really begins dear. I have your keys and think I will hold onto them for a while". With that said she started up the van and we drove. All I could do was lay there bound tight. I could see the roof of the parking deck disappear as we exited the parking deck. I remember trees, bright sky, but had no idea where she was taking me. My cuffs were starting to hurt now, and my jaw ached. I struggled some more. No good, I was locked to tight. "Try all you wan honey, but your not going anywhere until I decide to let you go".

So this adventure in my self bondage had not turned out the way I had planned. What was going to happen? I wondered as we drove.

We drove. I tried to look out the windows, but the cuffs on my elbows plus being handcuffed to the chain around my waist behind my back made things very hard to do, in the end I just gave up and laid there. I listened to the radio station she was listening to. Not bad music I thought. My body was really starting to ache from all the bondage I was in. I had done it up real good this time. I had only intended to get a real thrill out of this little adventure, now I found myself in a bad position. Better than the police I thought.

She would turn and look at me from time to time. Each time with an evil grin. My heart was pumping hard. So began the rollercoaster of emotions. Thrill, fear, panic and arousal. Up and down I went. Bound and gagged on the floor of the van. Helpless.

After what seemed an eternity she stopped. At some store I guess. I could not see out to tell. Open went the side door and she peered in at me. I struggled to be able to see her in the cramped place I was in.

“Be right back” she said as she threw her coat over me and the door slide shut.

I could scream but the gag was far too tight for that. I could wiggle around but could not do a whole lot. If I moved wrong one cuff or the other would lock down another notch.
So all I did was wait. I was a true prisoner. This one little thought started me twitching.
I rubbed my crotch on the floor. My member was sliding around in the hose and slip and it felt good. Things started to grow. I was really getting turned on with prisoner thing.

The front door opened and she climbed in, started the engine and with out a word off we went.

I felt her slow down and then really slow, then a stop. Engine off. Out she went. I wanted to be touched so bad at this point. I was horny as hell.

She did not get me out of the van right away. I laid for 10 or 15 minutes. Then she came. Open went the door and off came the coat that covering me. She pulled and slid me out of the van and helped me up.
“Come on in honey” she said and pulled my neck chain to lead me in. Slowly I went. The ankle cuffs where biting in now. Pain was getting greater. I love the pain of tight locked cuffs. I was hard as a rock. My chains where rattling

She was pulling me so hard I stumbled a few times. Each time she slowed and aloud me to catch up. She was grinning real big. I was beginning to wonder who was hornier.

She had placed a chair in the middle of the living room. A lone chair. Here she led me.
“Sit down you slave” and with that said she pushed me backwards. I hit hard in the chair. I was caught total by surprise. I looked up at her.
“Now you just sit there sweetheart, I’ll get back to you soon”

Away she went, down the hall. I heard doors open and close, the toilet flush, drawers open and close.
It’s amazing what you can hear if you listen.

After the shock of the chair thing I realized this was really turning out pretty well. This was a fantasy coming true. I hoped she would touch me. I wanted to feel her fingers on my body. I wanted her to stroke me. I wanted a lot of things but what could I do??

She came back into the room. She had freshened up, changed clothes, and had a drink in her hand. She walked around my chair in a very slow seductive walk. Rubbing her fingers over my chains and locks. I was throbbing. The nylon held my cock tight against me when it was wanting to pop out.

She stopped in front of me.

She was wearing a short leather skirt and black hose. As she moved I could see the top of her stockings. She stood there in black heels and smiled.

I moaned as drool was running down my chin.

“You are not going anywhere. I am going to enjoy you for awhile.”

She was breathing heavily. I have seen this look before. A woman in heat, she wanted to pound me as bad as I her. “My name is Susan. I have your keys and I will not release you until I decide”

This was too much. I was about to cream in my hose.

I mumbled some sort of a version of my name and she just looked at me. Susan reached down and rubbed my leg. Slowly she slipped her nails on my leg. I looked down and saw the stain of arousal. I had soaked clean through the hose and slip. It was evident my cock was drooling. I flushed with embarrassment, I could not look up.

She grabbed my chain and jerked me to a standing position. Up went my slip and she was on my member. Rubbing it in long slow strokes. My eyes rolled back in my head.

She pulled and I had to follow. To the kitchen we went. I watched her legs as I hobbled along. She had great legs. We stopped and she turned and opened a drawer. Withdrew a knife and turned.

“I believe you need some relief.”

With that she pulled up my slip and tucked into the waist chain. There was my cock for her to see. She pulled the hose away from me and cut an opening. I was scared to death.
But soon it was over. I felt her cool touch as she pulled my throbbing cock free from the nylon.

She smiled and grabbed my chain again and led me back to the chair. It was funny looking down at my hard cock as I walked very slowly. She was watching also.

Finally back to the chair. This time I willingly sat. My cock standing tall. I was about to explode.

She stood there. Took her fingers and put them in the waist band of her skirt and slowly slid it down her thighs. My eyes where popping out of their sockets. She was clean shaven. No panties to hide her. She stepped out of the skirt. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse. She was in a black corset. Her ample breasts spilled over the top. I could see half of her nipples. I was about to pop.

She rubbed my boobs. She looked over me slowly taking in every inch.

Her fingers slipped under the straps over my knees and I was pulled to the edge of the chair.

My cock was now standing tall. My legs locked together. My hands still cuffed behind my back. Drool was running down my chin from the tight gag.
This excited her more. She stepped to the sides of the chair. She was straddling me. I swear I could feel her dripping juices. Her breath was hard and fast.

She was holding the top of the chair and she slowly slipped her wetness on me. I throbbed in response. Her juices were indeed there. Up she thrust her hips and she had me in position. I was right at the opening. Her lips gripped me as I slipped into her. Down she pushed. She gasped. Up she pulled her body. Up on my now soaked cock.

She was slow at first, but the deeper I went in her, the faster she got. I thrust my hips up as hard as I could, but all the chains kept my movements to a minimum. It was enough.
Harder and faster we went. We hit a rhythm. Our bodies heaved as we pounded each other into sexual bliss.

Sweat was dripping from both of us as the climax was building. She was shuddering with every stroke and I was at my limit. With a last few strokes I mustered every ounce of energy I had and exploded. She shook with waves of pleasure. Her juices where all over me. The pounding stopped. We both where dripping wet from the hard thumping. She eased off of me. Her legs shook as she stood there . She wobbled in her heels. She stumbled behind me. I was totally wiped out.

A towel came around me and she carefully wiped away the combination of juices.
I wanted to be let go so bad now. I hurt every where the chains or cuffs touched my skin.
Especially the gag. I looked at her begging. It did no good.

She smiled as she turned and picked up my keys from the table.

“Nope, you are not going anywhere right now.”

Off she went down the hall, swaying her hips wildly. This has got to be a dream I thought as I admired her backside. Her sexy legs in those high heels looked so good. I wanted more.

What was next?

I sat there as she walked away. I ached for release. What had just happened? I was lost in pain and sexual satisfaction. When Susan returned she had gathered her composure. “Let’s see what am I going to do with you now?” She smiled as she took hold of the gag strap and loosened it. It popped out of my mouth. She took the towel form earlier and wiped away the drool that was running down my chin. I worked my jaw around. It was good to finally get that gag out. She sat on the sofa and looked at me. I smiled. Still bound, but able to speak now I said “My name is Krissy” She nodded in agreement. I looked at her slender legs as she slowly crossed them. Picking up her drink, she sipped. “Thirsty?”

She got up and went to the kitchen and I heard her mixing up a drink. Great I thought, she has got the let me loose and then I will get to move around. I was wrong. She appeared with a small folding table and placed in front of me. Here she placed the glass with a straw in it. I smiled not wanting her to know how bad I wanted out of the cuffs and chains, leaned forward and took a sip. Rum and coke. It tasted great in my parched throat.

She sat and we looked at each other. She was a sexy vision I had always dreamed of. We talked. She asked a hundred questions from why I wear woman’s clothes to why I locked myself up the way I did. I wiggled in the chair pulling agents my cuffs as I answered her questions. I want loose so bad. I ached. I saw a clock and it was now 6:30 pm. I have been dressed and bound for a lot longer than I had planned. What was she going to do with me? I soon had my answer. She got up and walked over to me. “I guess you need to clean up a bit” I said it would be great. She pulled me to my feet. I was amazed at the strength she had. Fumbling with the keys she found the one that unlocked the knee locks. Off they came. I was thinking it was good to get them off my legs. She unlocked and removed all the chains except the waist chain and hand cuffs.
I looked at her wanting total release. It did not happen. She unlocked one wrist cuff. Left the other hand locked in, holding the one loose hand very tightly she slid the waist chain around until my cuffed hand was now in front of me. Taking my loose hand she brought in front and locked it back into the cuff. I was all loosed except for my hands locked to my waist. It was however a great relief. I walked around a bit to exercise my aching legs.

“Come on and you can take a shower” I was following here to the bathroom when I realized I had no male cloths to wear. All I had was the female stuff I had on. No extra make up, only lipstick. What was I going to do? The bath was large. A shower stall stood in the far end. She motioned for me to sit on the closed toilet. I sat. She knelt and undid the straps for the heels I was wearing and slid them off my feet. They where very happy for this. I wiggled my toes. I stood up and she started to undress me. Off came everything that did not require loose hands. One hand at a time was released and clothes removed, after the cloths came off it was locked back into the cuff. I stood there finally naked; only a waist chain and cuffs. I looked in the mirror and saw just how bad I looked. My makeup was all messed up and smeared; my hair was standing in all directions from wearing the wig. She saw me looking at my self and laughed. “Don’t worry we are going to fix you right up.

She pointed at the shower. To it I walked. I stepped in and she took the keys and unlocked the waist chain. Then she unlocked one hand from the cuffs. The other still locked to the chain she wrapped the chain around a bar inside the stall and locked the padlock back closed. “Everything you need to clean your self is in here, you can even shave if you like” The door closed and I was alone. I peeked out the stall and she was gone. My cloths where gone also. Great, I thought. I turned on the water and began to wash. I did have a hard time with only one hand to work with, but did manage to wash and shave my body. Not as good as I like, but good enough. My legs where smooth and my face was now free of makeup and whiskers. I turned off the water and stood there. What was I doing? I was in this ladies shower chained to this bar. I thought back to when I decided to start this adventure never thinking it would wind up like this. My thoughts stopped as she came in and opened the stall door and handed me a towel. I dried myself. She unlocked the chain and again wrapped it around my waist. Click went the lock. In went my loose hand. Darn, locked again. I stepped out and she pointed at the toile. I sat. My hair was dried. She dried my back where I could not reach. I looked at my member and it starting to grow again. Now I have to say at this point I was still amazed all this was happening. Never in my wildest dreams had I even thought of what was going on. I was being treated like her personal prisoner. I loved it.

“Now let me get you fixed up” She pulled out her makeup bag and went to work on me. This was really turning me on. I had never had a woman put make up on me. She was getting off on it from the way she was smiling. Makeup finished she applied my wig. And then led me to the bed room. There on the bed was a pile of cloths and the rest of my chains. Lay down” she said. I did. Picking up the leg cuffs she wrapped the chain around one post of the bed and grabbed my legs. Pulling me to where they would lock, she did just that. My handcuffs where unlocked from the waist chain and pulled above my head and locked to another chain. I was stretched out on the bed. Again that ball gag that I now hated was inserted and strapped in tight. A scarf was wrapped around my eyes and tied. I was blind and bound. She did not have to touch me very much at all before I was rock hard. She giggled. On the bed she climbed. I was ready. She mounted me. Her sex was soaking wet. I slipped in very easily. She stroked me getting all I had to offer deep into her. I could move my hips a lot better this time and could get a good long stroke going. We moaned in pleasure. She shivered as wave after wave of orgasm hit her. I held off as best I could, but in the end I could not hold it back. I came the hardest I think I ever had in my life. She was screaming with pleasure when my load went into her. She was spent. I was in heaven. But my time was almost over with her. Off she climbed.
Off came the blindfold. She glistened with sweat. It mixed with her perfume and it smelled great. I will never forget the sweet smell.

She cleaned us up with another towel. Unlocked my hands and brought them back to the waist chain. Unlocked my legs from the post and told me to stand up. I did. “I think it is time I took you back to where I found you.” No I thought, I wanted more. She fixed my wig so it looked right. Removed the ball gag and applied more lipstick. Picking up all the chains she did a good job of locking me back up the way she found me, only a lot tighter than I had done when I started this. Only one problem, I was nude except for the wig and make up. I started to ask if could get dressed, but did not get it all out when the gag was shoved into my mouth. This time it was strapped on as tight as she could pull it. Deep into my mouth it went. Terror started to creep up. What was this? In the end I was locked up with all the chains and cuffs the way it all started. She picked up my cloths. “Oops, your heels” She knelt and slipped them on me feet and snugged up the straps. I was pulled to me feet and led back to the van in the garage. Totally bound and nude in heels and makeup. No way was she doing this to me. She was. In the van I was pushed. Back onto the floor. I was scared to death. What was she doing now? It was dark out side as we started off. Not a word was said. We again drove for what seemed like an hour. I could feel from the way the van was moving we where back at the parking deck where it all started. Good, she is going to let me loose. I soon found out that was not the plan. She stopped and got out. I heard the horn of my car as she unlocked it, and then locked it back. I was puzzled. Back in the van she drove back out the parking deck. I soon found she had gone to the other side of the building and parked, the van door opened and she stood there grinning. I was pulled and helped to my feet. I stood there for all to see. Chained, heeled and wearing makeup and nothing else, the warm glow of the lights shown on my naked body.

“Follow the side walk and you will get back to the deck and then you know what to do from there.” NO, I thought. I mumbled as best I could but the gag was way too tight to make words anyone could understand, she slapped me my bare ass and got in her van. She was laughing and grinning as she drove away. I was alone, naked chained and gagged. My member swung from side to side as I hobbled along in tight chains. Very small steps. I was going as fast as I could but being hobbled and in heels there in not much speed involved. I walked around the building looking at my reflection in the glass. Talk about humiliation. This was by far the wildest experance of my life. I was getting excited again. Seeing my nude body chained as I was stired my member to life. It stood out there was I hobbled along back to my car. Finally I made it to the parking deck, and found the elevator. In I went and fumbled with the buttons. The door closed and I leaned against the wall, my cock throbbing and standing tall. I reflected on the way today had gone. All I knew was her name. No phone number, no address, nothing. The door slid open and I found I was on the wrong floor again. I turned around and pushed more buttons. Finally after 3 attempts I got it right. The door opened and there was my car.
I started out of the elevator when I saw headlights coming up the ramp. I panicked.
I stumbled around behind the wall where the elevator was and peered around the corner. Was she checking on me? I was hoping. Strange thing hit me this point. I relized I had no remote to the car to let me in it. I was in real trouble now!!! I watched as a security car drove around the top level very slowly. I was freaking out now. What if the guy found me bound and chained wearing only make up and a wig? My heart was pounding out of my chest. I was scared to death. Panic had control of me and I was shaking in terror.

The security car stopped at my car and turned on the spot light. He got out and walked over to the car and shown his flashlight into my car. He looked all around inside. Satisfied he went back to his car and got in. Slowly he drove around the deck. Spot light shined here and there. I stepped back behind the wall and waited. This is what I had feared the worst. Being caught. I just wished if I was caught at least I would have some cloths on, but not now. Susan had seen to that. I heard the elevator doors close and it started back down. I was now truly stuck here. My member was now a limp noodle. I pulled at the chains and cuffs as hard as I could, but there was no way anything was getting loose. I saw the spotlight was pointed at the elevator behind witch I stood. Fear had control. I was frozen. I heard the foot steps as the security guy got out of his car and was walking to the elevator. I knew I was going to jail now. How could I ever explain the way I was chained, but being nude had to be the worst. I heard a noise I did not recognize. Then the foot steps headed the other way. I heard the car door close and the engine rev as he drove away. I was still frozen in fear that was way to close for comfort. I waited for a good 10 minutes. I was shaking from the fear and panic and the cool night air on my necked body. I peered around the wall and the coast was clear. I started my slow hobbled walk to my car. My feet where screaming in the heels. I tried to keep my chains from rattling best I could, but there was no way to stop it. It seemed an eternity but I made it to my car. I looked around my car but saw no keys, had the security guard took them? Fear and panic took over. I moaned in my gag. I was about to give up and just wait for someone to find me when I saw a small piece of paper taped to the front bumper. It had an arrow that pointed to the right side of the car; there was a planter with some small flowers in it. I hobbled over to it. I looked around it and saw a glint of metal. I looked closer and saw my keys. What a relief. I turned around and bent down, my legs shook from all the panic. Fumbling around with my cuffed hands behind my back, I found them.
Standing back up I hobbled back to the car. I pushed the remote button and the car responded. I opened the trunk and there they where, the keys for my release. I managed to get hold of them. I found the handcuff key and after 4 attempts it found the hole. From there with loose hands I quickly got out of the rest of the chains and remaining cuffs. I removed the gag. I looked around the trunk for some cloths, but nothing there. I gave up and accepted the fact I was driving home in makeup, wig and heels but nothing else.

In I got and started the engine up. I drove home. Thank god it was dark and I had a garage to park in. The door went up and I drove in. Down went the door. I got out and walked in the house. Kicking off the heels I went to the bathroom and washed the female from my face. I got into bed and laid there thinking of the nights events. What a rush it had all been. Was it a dream? I rubbed the marks the cuffs made on wrists and relised it was not. Would I ever see Susan again? I doubted it. I drifted off to sleep. And a sound sleep it was.

Monday I began my usual life of work and home. 3 days later I arrived home after work and found a package on my door step. I retrieved it and went inside. I opened it and pulled out the contents, it was the female cloths I had worn on my adventure. Also there was a note. It simply said: Thanks for a new chapter in my life. I had a great time with you. Sorry for the way I left you, but I thought you needed a bigger thrill, Susan. That was it. I looked at the package for a return address, but nothing was there. I sat back, picked up my beer and smiled. That was an adventure I will never forget. Thanks Susan.