Author's Note: Names and details etc have been changed, so this isn't about anyone out there directly. This is my first in what I am hoping will be many parts, so if its slow at first I am just setting a long stage so I apologize.


Chapter 1

Ever since I could remember I have had a preoccupation with the idea of bondage. I used to love it when different shows had some woman get tied up. I also found I loved the feeling of being tied, even though I would always fanaticize about using rope one someone else not them using it on me. I was always quite reserved though not because I was ugly. My name is Tony; I'm tall and about average weight and muscle, brown hair and blue eyes.

Over the years, starting with some rope I found around the house one time I have been gradually growing what I have. With it I have gotten better and better over the years at self bondage. I have only had a few relationships and none of them for long enough for me to be comfortable bringing this up, so I just never have.

I rent a small apartment near campus; I'm in my last year and got tired of campus life. A few nights ago my latest relationship ended with a text saying she had to go home for some emergency thing and said don't bother getting her all her stuff, just discard it. I have been dreaming those last few nights about having the place empty again and being able to do some really tough self-bondage by the weekend.

Come Friday I was getting really worked up, but I had promised some of my friends I would go out with them. Usual kind of guys night at the bar.. drinking, laughing, occasionally trying to pick up some chick, but none of them look all that great. But I just couldn't be in the moment cause I just kept thinking about tomorrow. Near the end of the night I thought I saw someone I recognized and Eric tried his luck, they seemed to be hitting it off but it was getting late and I headed for the door. I hailed a cab and right before I got in Eric rushed out and handed me a napkin, he said that girl noticed me and wanted me to have her number. I thought about going back in but it was already in the cab and so I just went home.

I woke up at a leisurely pace, no need to rush through; I had everything clear in my mind already. But as I showered I couldn't help but try to think about that girl at the bar and why she seemed familiar. I couldn't put my finger on it but she was pretty hot, I should defiantly call her later today.

I hadn't masturbated in days and the build up to this and I was loving the tension now. Standing naked, fresh from the shower, I opened the far bottom drawer in my bathroom, revealing all my playthings. More white rope than I have yet to need at one time, hand cuffs, several "ring devices," lockable leather leg and arm cuffs, 1/2" and 3" lockable collars, chains of different lengths, nipple clamps ball, ring and panel-trainer gags (all lockable), sets of keys and locks of every shape and size, two remote bullet vibrators and a Hitachi wand. Years of incremental expansion had given me, I think, a rather substantial collection.

I grabbed what I needed and set them down on a small folding table I brought out that was next to a plastic chair I brought in from the balcony. They both right in front of my TV with my computer plugged into it. I turn on some of my favorite bondage scenes and get to work.

First I go to the freezer and grab some ice cubes to use in my mesh bag as a release. With the keys on a ring above the ice and a rope attached to the ring, I can only pull the keys over to me when the ice has sufficiently melted. Just as I was picking the keys for the ring my cell started to go off.. it was Eric, just seeing if I had called her yet, I said no, and tried to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

I hang my release from a small hook in the ceiling and moved back to the chair, tethering the free end of the release rope to the right handle of the chair. I tie a length of rope around each ankle separately, securing them but with several feet of loose rope. Then I tie a rope that secures the head of the Hitachi to the base of my penis. I am already hard as I sit down from the movie and the anticipation.

I slide a pair of handcuffs behind one of the bars of the chair. I then sneak my feet through each armrest's gap, spreading my legs and then I secure each knee to the sides of the chair. I tie my chest to the back of the chair, using the bars of the chair to weave rope in and out, melding me to the back of the chair. My movement is getting limited, but I am not yet done

I grab for everything left on the table cause soon I wouldn't be able to reach. I take each loose rope from my legs and tie it tight to the back of the armrest, holding my feet off the ground. Now my feet are totally useless and I can't move my chest. I lock on my 3" tall leather collar, limiting my neck movement. Then I lock on my red ball gag, making sure I can't spit it out before locking it. I reach for the last item, nipple clamps.

As I grab them they graze the head of my cock and I shiver.. I reach down and start to stroke, it wouldn't take long to cum this way, and other than the collar and gag I'm not stuck in anything yet. I watch one of my favorite bondage scenes as I slowly stroke, I'm in ecstasy. But I push myself to keep going, I'm almost done and so I let go of my cock before I back out completely.

I attach each clamp and get a shiver with each one. I take the rope that attaches to my keys and I wrap it around the back of the chair to keep it from being out of reach or from coming undone from the chair. I stroke my cock a little more but decide I need this and turn the vibrator to its lowest and click both arms behind me into the cuffs.

As I heard the second cli-cli-click I tested my bonds and as usual I did far too good of a job. Neither leg could touch the floor, the gag was stuck in my mouth, my chest may as well have been welded to the chair, I wasn't going anywhere. And while the vibrator gave me a little relief, I knew from experience that it isn't high enough to cum, no matter how I gyrate, not that I could move much anyways. I was doomed to be tormented until I get the keys in about an hour and a half, give or take.

In the mean time I tried to relax, I struggled against the ropes, pushed against the vibrator, watched classic bondage clips, at the moment some old Jay Edwards. I was trapped but in bliss.

Some time into it I heard a knock on my door, I knew the door was locked but my heart started to pound anyways. Could it be the super, repair man, someone with keys? God I hope not but the threat was a little extra excitement as I pulled franticly at my restraints.

I heard a second set of knocks and I pulled even harder, my heart was beating a million times a minute. I just hoped whoever it is would go away, I was starting to get scared of being found out like this. The fears subsided when a note of some kind slipped under my door. It meant that whoever they were they weren't about to come it.

I settled down and suddenly I was horny as hell again. I tried pulling on my cuffs but that wasn't going to happen. I tried grinding the vibrator but that was only enough to frustrate me more.. I huffed into my gag and gave up again and continued to wait for the keys.

Eventually I heard the keys drop and I started to pull them close. Finally I can get off! I grabbed the key ring and started to feel for the handcuff key..

Found the collar key... found the key to the gag's lock and then I felt the collar key again! I started to panic and tried again.. no only two keys and the handcuff key wasn't one of them!

I tried to think about what happened.. and then I remember the phone call, I hadn't put on the third key yet and forgot to add it after hanging up! Oh God!

I pulled hard but the ropes were firm as was the handcuffs, For the first time I think I screwed up to bad to fix! I tried to look back to see the key but the collar made that impossible, God what can I do!?!