Self-Bonding While Wearing Her Letter Jacket

I’ve always harbored a wild fantasy about wearing my girlfriend’s attire and binding myself. One day, after she visited, she left her letter jacket at the house. As I had gathered various of her clothes over time, I decided to put into action a scheme I’d been developing for ages. She remains unaware that I regularly engage in self-bondage, which made it all the more intriguing.

The strategy was straightforward: spread-eagle myself on the bed using leg straps and handcuffs for my wrists. A 4-digit combination lock secured to the middle chain held the key attached to the cuffs, meaning there was no way to use them until unlocked. This ensured nearly two hours of guessing one digit at a time. Just before starting, I called her and asked her to come over and retrieve her jacket.

With everything ready, I began. I phoned her up, telling her to arrive in about an hour without bothering with knocking—just let herself in. The door was left unlocked as she headed straight for my bedroom. First, I donned her thigh-high stockings and knee-high leather boots, which fit snugly on my feet. Next came her red leather thong and then the red leather corset. I packed water balloons into the breasts of the corset and cinched it tightly around me. After that, I put on her letter jacket, black/blue in color, buttoning up just the bottom two buttons. My legs were strapped down, and I wrapped a couple of turns of red duct tape around my head. Then I took an orange/pink bra I’d collected earlier and used its cups to blindfold myself. With the release mechanism engaged, I handcuffed myself to the bed.

It was done; my only hope against humiliation lay in getting lucky with an early number on the lock. I attacked the combination quickly, wondering what she might say upon finding me like this. The bra blindfold made it hard to see which numbers were showing on the dial, and the letter jacket heated up remarkably fast.

My hands got quite sweaty, making it tough to rotate the lock. The leather corset was doing its job of keeping me submissive. Time seemed unclear until I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I attempted to shout for her to stop, but obviously failed due to the duct tape covering my mouth. I struggled vigorously to remove it from my lips without success. Then she opened the door; embarrassment mixed with excitement overwhelmed me, and I ejaculated all over myself. I tried saying her name, though only moans came out through the tape. After the orgasm ended, I wished I hadn’t done what I did, but she was greatly relieved and found it very sexy. At first she looked a bit creeped out, but then she seized the moment to pleasure herself while I was in this state. It was an overall fantastic experience; despite the humiliation, I don’t regret it.