Why didn’t I just read a book?

The day had got off to a bad start wet cold and windy, and I should have taken this as an omen of things to come. I had a day off college but all my friends had classes. My family wouldn’t be home until early afternoon .So I decided to go for a swim, I had put on my tight speedo briefs, got dressed, picked up my towel and goggles and headed for the leisure centre, only to find it was closed due to a power cut.

With nothing better to do I returned home, went to my bedroom intending to get out of the tight swimming briefs, but as I removed my top clothes I saw my handcuffs lying on the floor next to my toybox. A little bondage might help brighten a dull day I thought. Deciding on a short session, as I did not want my folks to discover my fetish for bondage, I picked up the handcuffs, a short length of chain, a pair of clover clamps, a ball gag and two large padlocks and put them on my bed. Then I took the keys and put them on the coffee table in the lounge.

Returning to the bedroom I used the chain and one of the padlocks to secure my ankles together and then strapped the ball gag harness firmly in place. I laid face down on the bed with my shoulders and part of my chest hanging over the edge. I put the clover clamps on my nipples and hung the second padlock over the connecting chain. I locked a cuff on my left wrist using a pen nib to double lock it and brought my arms behind my back. The tugging of the nipple clamps as the padlock swung on the chain was quite distracting and I instinctively started to move my free hand back to release the clamps. No! I thought they must stay on until your hands were free. I realised that even with my wrists cuffed behind me I might still be able to reach round far enough to remove them. How could I prevent this? Then a thought struck me, if I threaded the free cuff and chain through the crotch of my briefs this should stop me moving my hands to the front, the diving cord would stop me working the briefs off. The nylon swim briefs were a tight fit but I managed to thread the free cuff and connecting chain through, causing a lot more stimulation to my tightly clamped nipples. It was quite difficult to get my right wrist into the free cuff, but I managed it (this should have sent out a warning) and locked it tight and activated the double lock, I was more focussed on the sharp jags of pain from my nipples as the swinging padlock constantly changed the pressure of each clamp, than how difficult securing the cuff was.

I lay there and tested my bondage, my ankles were locked tightly together the chain digging in painfully as I tried to move them. My jaw was stretched by the large rubber ball firmly strapped in place, muffling my voice and preventing coherent speech. My wrists were securely pinned behind my back by the swimming briefs. Tugging on the cuffs I gave myself a wedgie, putting interesting pressure on my trapped balls and penis. But I had also succeeded in pinning the cuffs and my wrists even more securely. My nipples were being tortured by every little move I made, I was in ecstasy for a while, between the rubbing of the tight briefs and the tugging on my nipples which sent little ripples of pain into me. After a few minutes my nipples started to let me know they were getting very sore, and this was no longer fun. I decided I would like to get the clamps off straight away. Of course I would need to free my wrists first, and the keys were in the lounge. Oh well, it should be an interesting journey!

At this point I discovered I had been a very effective jailer, although I only applied restraints to my ankles and wrists my position was a great impediment to movement. With my head and shoulders hanging off the end of the bed and my arms pinned behind me the only leverage I could apply to roll over was with my legs, and with my ankles locked together I had to bend my knees, as soon as I started to move them I felt myself slipping forward. I instinctively dropped my head toward the floor and despite stopping my leg movements, I felt myself continue to slowly slip forwards. My head touched the floor and the forward movement stopped as I braced my neck. The padlock on the nipple clamp chain swung banging me gently on the nose and as I flinched I slipped further forward. Disaster struck momentum and gravity now took over and I slumped slowly off the side of the bed rolling on to my left shoulder and ending up on my back on the floor!

I was relieved I was not hurt but my position was now even worse, I was lying on my securely pinned arms and my nipples were on fire as the chain and padlock were pulling the clamps off to my left side. I found that with my handcuffs trapped by the swim briefs I was unable to sit up! Nor could I roll over, as I was resting on the rigid triangle of my arms and shoulders. I tried pushing with my legs but instead of rolling over I slid along the floor and caught my head against the wall, another shove and I had my shoulders off the floor, I got my body to about forty five degrees and the handcuffs and briefs stop me sitting up any further. I was stuck. Oh my God I didn’t want my folks finding me like this!

I leant there cursing into my gag, trying to work out how on earth I could get free without help. Besides gagged as I was calling for help probably was not an option. My keys were only about twenty feet away in the lounge but, while I was on the floor I could not open the doors and they may as well be on the moon! I could not believe such a simple tie could be so confining, on top of this I was beginning to hurt. My nipples were on fire, my ankles were sore from the unyielding chain, as were my wrists, from the steel cuffs, the wedgie was now annoying me and my jaw was really aching from the large ball forcing my mouth open. Despite being almost naked I was dripping with sweat and now drool was running down my chin and mixing with the salty sweat, making my skin slick.

I realised I could bend my legs from the knees but I could only get my torso at forty five degrees to my thighs. I rolled to my left and slid down on to my stomach, ouch, the nipple clamps were crushed under me. The left hand clamp had come off my nipple and the pain from this was making my eyes water. I tried to figure out if I could get on to my knees and possibly reach the door handle. I arched my back and could get my shoulders about six inches off the floor and my chin about nine inches. I could see there was a foot stool to my left, next to the bed. I wriggled over to this, the other nipple clamp tugging painfully. I managed to get my chin on the stool and lever myself upwards and working my knees forward, I ended with my torso in the air, my weight supported painfully by my stomach muscles, but my chin was level with the mattress on the bed. I manoeuvred myself around using my chin to push upward and I was vertical on my knees, unfortunately the nipple clamp chain was trapped between my body and the bed and my right nipple was being dragged painfully downward. It was a good job I was ball gagged as the clamp let go and agonising pain shot through the abused nipple as circulation returned. I had now been bound for nearly an hour and I was beginning to wish my folks would come home and find me. No! I did not want them to find me! It would be too embarrassing trying to explain how I got like this and my sister would be sure to tell her girlfriends all about how they found me.

No I had to try and get the door open, I shuffled slowly inches at a time toward the door, the handle was level with my mouth, but my hands were firmly anchored down by my bum, my jaw was firmly clamped around the large rubber ball held there by the straps of the harness. I tried using my chin but although I could push the handle down I could not pull the door open. This was turning into a nightmare, if my folks found me like this I would die of embarrassment, how was I going to explain why I was chained up with a rubber ball strapped in my mouth and almost naked? I pushed at the handle with my gagged mouth and the strap by my nose snagged on the handle I pushed down and pulled carefully and the door started to open, I slowly worked my knee forward to stop it closing again. I now had to get the strap off the handle without overbalancing and falling again. I managed this but not without treating my already sore nipples to some more abuse. I worked the door open and I was in the hall, now a slow knee and ankle torturing shuffle down the hall to the lounge door, the sweat was rolling off me. I was really beginning to hate the gag and was getting very thirsty.

I reached the lounge door, pressed down on the door handle with my chin and as the door swung open I nearly fell again. Only a few more feet and I could get free, but this was still an ordeal as my ankles and knees were sore. I slowly worked myself to the coffee table and carefully turned myself around so that my hands were toward the table, but I could not feel the keys! I then realised that with the cuffs pinned as they were I could not reach far enough to grab the keys. Now what could I do? I was just inches from the means of release, but I was just as securely bound as when I had started. I was still stuck in my bondage, and my folks would be home soon!

I knelt there feeling despair sweep over me, I was stuck, inches from the keys, about to be discovered by my folks! It would be obvious I had done this to myself, how humiliating was that! I slumped against the coffee table and the jolt slid the keys towards me and they fell to the floor, my luck had changed! I fell awkwardly on to my side. Squirming around I could now manage to snag the keys with my fingers. I was not out of the woods yet though, because I had the handcuffs trapped firmly by the tight briefs it was very difficult to move my wrists around, needless to say the key holes were also away from my hands. Still this was the only game in town and if I did not want to be found tied up like this I had to get the key in the keyhole. It took me another frustrating five or ten minutes but finally I got the key in the hole and after another few awkward minutes managed to release the double lock and get my left wrist free. I worked the cuff and chain out from the briefs and undid the straps on the gag. Then unlocked the ankle chain and gathered my toys up, retreating to my room. Finally I was free, my jaw ached, my wrist and ankles were sore and my nipples were on fire!

But at least I had got loose before anyone found me!