The Discovery

Carrie had only been living with me for a few months when she got bumped to night shift. I could afford to support us both, but we weren't married yet and she was more cautious about becoming dependent on me, besides the extra paycheck meant we could buy more toys. In the mean while, I found myself studying self-bondage when she wasn't around to tie me up. There were times when I would come home to find her waiting for me to unlock her, but I was more hesitant about taking the risk of having to wait for her to get home to release me.

It was while looking for "foolproof" methods of self-bondage that I came across a site that advertised frozen time locks. It was all very simple, two cylinders capped at one end with a ring on each cap to attach a lock to. Fill one cylinder with water, slip the slightly bigger cylinder over it and leave it in the freezer. Unless the temperature in our apartment dropped to below freezing there was no danger of getting stuck. They cost almost 200 dollars though, but it was just two cylinders I was sure that I could make something like it on my own.

I soon found out why they were so expensive. I made my first lock and tested it. After it was frozen I hung it from a hook on the wall by one ring and hung a weight from the other ring. About two minutes later the two cylinders fell apart spilling a chunk of ice onto the kitchen floor. There had to be something inside the two cylinders that the ice could freeze around holding the two together. Designing a set up that should work took very little time, figuring out how to make it took much longer. I was pleased though when after a few failures I got a working prototype.


The Human Test

I got home from work and heated up the dinner Carrie had left me. For once I was glad that our work schedules often overlapped because I wanted to try out my new locking device. She said she was going to be transferred back to the day shift soon, but I had put so much effort into my new toy that I still wanted to try it out. I ate and cleaned up the dishes before taking the big hanging plant down from the ceiling and hanging a length of chain from the ring that had held it. I got my lock from the back of the freezer, hidden from Carrie, and attached it to the chain with a pad lock, hanging a second padlock loosely from the other end of it.

Then I got undressed and got one of Carrie's toys. I was the one who wore the cock ring, but she was the one who had bought it and she told me that if I ever used it to jack off then I would be lucky if it was only my hand that she cut off. She laughed when she said it, but as often as I let her tie me up she could always make good on the threat if she wanted to. Technically I wouldn't be able to jack off when this was over, so I didn't feel like I was betraying her. I took a pair of handcuffs and three belts as well and returned to the kitchen.

I set my chair under where the frozen lock dangled and sat down, strapping my ankles to the chair legs with two belts, then I stood up and put the ring on. It was a tight fit and my cock started to go stiff right away. I sat down and used the third belt to strap myself to the chair so that I couldn't stand up again. I handcuffed myself then reached up and locked the padlock over my head around the chain of the handcuffs. All the keys were waiting for me on the kitchen table, but until the ice melted I couldn't get to them.

Carrie's warning about the ring was for good reason. It never took long for me to get horny when she put it on me and usually she was around to tease me. If I could reach it now I would be at good risk of doing what she told me not to. I squirmed in my chair a bit, trying to get my cock to rub against my thigh in a hope that I might be able to get off but that provided just enough stimulation to be a little more frustrating. I had tested the strength of the ring in the ceiling already, but found myself pulling down hoping to pull it free. I had no luck in that either. I tried to press my thighs together to squeeze my cock but with my ankles strapped to the chair my legs were spread too far apart for that to work.

It didn't take too long for my real problem to become evident. For all the games Carrie and I had played so far, we had not yet done anything that could be considered real suspension bondage. My arms were starting to get tired and I had very little to support my weight. I leaned back in the chair for a short while but changed by mind and supported my weight on my spine as long as possible. When this got tiring leaning back would seem like heaven, but if I leaned back right away I'd have no more relaxing position to turn to. According to all of my tests I had about an hour and a half before the lock thawed out enough to open.

My shoulders were already getting sore and as the time passed the pain spread to my back and neck. Perhaps twenty minutes into my ordeal I was squirming again, not to stimulate my cock but to try and keep my lower back from going stiff. The pain in my arms was worse than weight training. My butt was going numb and the cuffs were starting to bite into my wrists, but time continued at a crawling pace.

I collapsed when the cylinders finally parted, barely noticing the trickle of melted water that fell on me. Carrie would be happy to know, if I ever told her, that I was too tired to pleasure myself. I removed the cock ring before unstrapping myself and opening my cuffs.


Sharing My Toy

I continued to make and test more ice locks but had a problem; I could only use them in the kitchen or bathroom if I didn't want to get the carpet wet. It wasn't like they used enough water to do any damage, but I didn't want to have to explain wet spots to Carrie until I was ready show her what I had made. This restriction greatly limited the number of positions I could lock myself in. Finally the weekend came where I could see what Carrie thought of my toys and when she came home there were four leather cuffs with small pad locks waiting for her in the living room and a note that simply said, "Get naked and I'll hog tie you." It was my turn to be sub that weekend, but I knew she wouldn't mind my giving it up. I was waiting anxiously in the kitchen to hear her come in and when I heard her start to undress I got two of the locks from the freezer and wrapped them in paper towels to try and keep her from feeling the cold or having condensate drip on her. I had only filled them about a third of the way full. "Is that you, dear?" I called out to her as if I didn't know.

"Yes, master," she replied.

"Master, eh?" she was kneeling naked when I entered the living room, already a cuff was locked onto each wrist and ankle. "Then come here." She got to her feet and obeyed. "Turn around." Again, compliance. I brushed her hair out of the way and kissed her neck before putting a leather collar on her. "Open up." She didn't have to ask what I meant and opened her mouth to receive the gag I strapped into place. "Now go and get ready." She went to lie on her stomach before the chair I usually sat in to watch her and put her hands behind her back while I went back to get my locks off of the table.

"Good slave," I cooed gently to her as I knelt beside her. I padlocked one of the cylinders to her right wrist cuff and bent her left leg back so that I could lock the other end to her ankle cuff. She mumbled a content sigh and I slowly bent her right leg back so that I could lock it to her left wrist. "You know what I'm going to do now?" I breathed softly into her ear. She giggled, probably thinking of all the devious tortures she would put me through in this position, but shrugged her shoulders.

I stood up and kicked my shoes off, to her confusion. It is not unusual for one of us to take sexual advantage of the other when they are bound but not this soon into the game, besides a hog tie is not an easy position to do it in. When undressed, I sat beside her and strapped a leather band just above her left elbow and just above her left knee. She looked at me and furrowed her brow in confusion. I had on a collar and gag like her and a leather band on my right arm and leg. She tried to watch me as I lay beside her and clipped chains from her leg to my leg, from her arm to my arm and from her collar to my collar. It was when she saw the handcuffs that she started to scream protests as loud as her gag would allow, but she couldn't stop me from cuffing my right hand to my left ankle and my left hand to my right ankle. Her protests finally ended in a series of mmpfs that were in the tone of, "How are we supposed to get out of this?"

I shrugged and looked over at the open kitchen door. She followed my gaze then looked back with another questioning, "Mmmm?" I looked again nodding my head as if pointing and she looked again and then started a series of protesting mpppfs. The phone cord hung low enough that we could probably pull it off the receiver if we could get under it. We had friends who would help us out of this situation, but in our current position we would be lucky if one of us could manage to dial 9-1-1. I started to shuffle around as if trying to edge my way towards the kitchen but she struggled to fight me. There was no way she was going to be discovered by an emergency response team like this. Not now at least.

It wasn't long before she gave in to our fate or perhaps it was her inner exhibitionist deciding that strangers should see her after all, but she started to shuffle around to where she was facing the kitchen. I tried as best I could to help her since the three chains tethering us together made it necessary for us to work together. We were both in for a case of serious rug burn if we were going to get to the phone, but I didn't care. Feeling her struggle beside me was so much better than watching her struggle. Having her tied beside me while I struggled was a bigger tease than anything she had ever done to me while she was in charge. The pressure as I tried to push myself forward with my hips was making me horny as I soon learned was happening to Carrie.

We hadn't moved two feet when she started to make choking noises. Or, in my first wave of panic, they sounded like choking noises. She seemed to have doubled her efforts to push us along but wasn't moving. It was hard to see what she was doing but eventually I realized she was trying to get more pressure on her pussy. She rocked side to side, she rocked front to back, she wiggled her hips, but she couldn't get enough pressure to orgasm. She arched her back and tried to scream through her gag, but just collapsed. I would go so far as to say that she had even forgotten my presence, because her muffled noises were more like grunts of frustration than cursing me for getting her stuck like this. Then I realized that I had started it too, wriggling with my hips to try and get myself off. Dragging my dick across the carpet had had a minimizing effect on my arousal, but watching/feeling her trying to satisfy herself counteracted this. My efforts were less stringent than hers were for I would hurt myself if I put the wrong pressure on. She was arching her back again and I could feel the beads of sweat roll down her tensed up arm as she let out a high-pitched yet muffled scream. She collapsed again with a grunt of frustration before she began to grind the floor again.

But all good things must come to an end. Smaller pieces of ice melt faster and it only took about twenty minutes from the time I took the locks from the freezer for her to be free. Too much time had been wasted in getting us locked together. Without warning her right foot fell to the floor. She didn't stop to question this; she rolled over till she was half lying on me, preventing my attempts to rub into the floor, and started rubbing her pussy with her freed left hand. Seconds later her other arm was free and she roughly elbowed me in the small of the back in her haste go at herself two-handed. She planted her feet on the ground and raised her hips pressing me down with her shoulders as she finally got to climax. There were muffled moans of pleasure coming from behind me and if I turned my head all I got was her hair in my eyes. When she was through, she lay limply half on me, panting with the effort for a while.

Finally, she started to release herself. She unclipped the chains that held us together before taking her gag out. She gave a sigh and wiped the drool from her chin with the back of her hand before getting the key to unlock the cuffs from her wrists and ankles and then she sat down to study the locks I had used to hog tie her.

"Interesting," she said after sliding the pieces together and apart a few times. She shook a few drops of water from one. "Ice?" I nodded. "Interesting," she repeated. She stood and walked towards me, naked except for the collar she still wore upon which she had hung the keys to my handcuffs. She knelt beside me and gave me a hug, whispering in my ear, "That was actually sort of fun. We'll have to do it again some time." Then she bit my ear, not hard but enough to let me know I was in trouble.

"It was also a very cruel trick to play on me. I'm going to give you the night to think about that and to try and think of a good way to make it up to me."

And with that she took a shower and went to bed.