Bondage Story Shared With Everyone

Hello everyone, Since there isn’t a dedicated story section, I’m sharing this here! The narrative involves both self-bondage and consensual bondage. I hope you enjoy the beginning; as my first try at bondage fiction/fantasy, please be gentle:) If I continue writing later sections, they will feature even more self-bondage, including some real-life experiences of mine:) **Prisoner in Her home! ** To start, let me introduce myself - I’m Alan. Aside from my interest in bondage, I am a regular guy with an ordinary job who enjoys typical pleasures like football and beer… This is the tale of my life as the captive of the toughest woman I’ve ever known, and I cherish every moment; I have never been happier. The funny part? She feels exactly the same! It began a few years back in what seemed like a standard relationship. I had just split from the girlfriend who I’d dated since graduating university. She was lovely enough, but I hadn’t mentioned bondage to her - I felt she would have panicked and left immediately if I had. Anyway, after leaving her, I was rightly moping about as a typical single bachelor might: late nights spent watching football with curry and lager in hand. Then, She appeared. I was at the local corner shop picking up some of that aforementioned lager when I saw Her standing by the counter chatting to the shopkeeper. She wore the classic British Police uniform: white blouse, dark heavy jumper with bands for her radio clipped on lower down, a skirt just below the knee, and opaque black hose paired with flat shoes. Her dark hair was pulled up into a bun beneath her police hat, and she had one of the most beautiful smiles you could imagine! I’ve always been attracted to policewomen since childhood; it’s likely their authority and handcuffs that draw me in, along with the overall impact of their uniforms. It happened somewhat quickly. One moment I was single, enjoying bachelor life with football and curry; next thing I knew, my things were moving into Her place. It felt like blinking as months passed, and we resembled those old married couples you see around - content but constantly bickering over trivial matters. We were just living our lives: She focused on being a police officer while I handled the job of mediocre office worker. Naturally, I always let Her win arguments and take charge with important decisions; after all, she earned more than me, and honestly, I liked it that way. I usually got home an hour or so before her, making it easy for me to slip into a traditional “wife” role. I cooked dinner and prepared things for when She arrived. Afterward, while She relaxed with her feet up, I handled the washing and cleaning. Before bed, I gave Her a foot massage as she recounted her day, mentioning arrests made and other details. Sex was quite normal, though I often pictured Her arresting me and keeping me captive! One weekend, finding myself alone (she was attending a training course ending on Sunday), I spent my time doing household chores. By the end, boredom set in as expected since She was away and tasks like cooking dinner or listening to her day’s stories weren’t necessary. Deciding to pass the time, I dug through some unpacked junk boxes. Handcuffs! I found my old pair along with other bits of self-bondage gear at the bottom of a box… Since I had the house to myself for the weekend (She wouldn’t return until midday Sunday), I decided to have a bit of fun! I was fortunate that the bed we bought when I moved in came with a solid wood slotted headboard. With delight, I chained the cuffs to the top of the bed and threaded a thick chain through the legs at the opposite end, securing it with an unlocked padlock on each side. Before getting too carried away,

I secured an adjustable chastity cuff; it was the type featuring a closed-end metal tube and a handcuff-style locking mechanism. Now, regarding how I planned to escape… After researching various sites on what’s called an Ice Release—where you place ice in the toe of a stocking, slide a ring over the outside with your keys dangling from a string attached—the concept is that as the ice melts, the ring falls off and swings toward your waiting hands. Anyway, I set this up by filling one of Her stockings with ice (I used an entire tray!) and tying it to the light fixture in the center of the room—arranged so the keys would eventually swing into my grasp.

I lay back on the bed for five minutes, legs spread wide like a starfish, ankles near the chains at the bottom, holding two small open padlocks… My heart was pounding and I was sweating; after all, since knowing Her, I hadn’t experienced anything quite like this! Once I gathered my nerve and stopped trembling, I locked the chains around my splayed ankles. Now I was trapped; there was no way to stand up from that position to retrieve the keys needed to unlock the chains—I was committed! I lay back again, applied a pair of nipple clamps, blindfolded myself, and handcuffed my hands above my head before changing my mind and removing the clamps. I double-locked the cuffs with a paper clip and tossed them onto the floor.

It was all in my head; I was off for several hours of bound enjoyment, and there was nothing to be done about it. No way out, no matter what happened until the ice melted—I wasn’t going anywhere. The clamps set my nipples ablaze; every breath drew more pain from that area, and even slight movements of my upper body made them bounce up and down. My best strategy to avoid the discomfort was to remain absolutely still. Of course, the chastity cuff had become tight and uncomfortable as soon as I locked it on and started this session.

Given the amount of ice used and the size of the ring holding the keys aloft, I figured I’d be in that state for anywhere from four to six hours—a long session for the first time in years—but past experience told me the longer ones always provide the best head trip.

I had no idea how much time had passed when I heard keys jingling at the door—She was back, her course must have ended early! My heart threatened to burst out of my chest at that sound; I strained to hear what I could, hoping she’d stay downstairs long enough for the ice to finish melting so I could get free before being discovered in this predicament! Desperately, I tried removing the blindfold by rubbing its side against my stretched arms, but try as I might, it wouldn’t come off; I had done too good a job.

When the ice is nearly melted enough, the keys drop little by one at a time with each jangling noise; towards the end, this becomes more frequent as gravity overcomes the grip of the ice. At last, I heard that sound—it could only be a few minutes until freedom—and She was still downstairs. I was safe!

I swear it must have been mere seconds before the keys were to drop when she walked into the room. It was dark in there; hell, I was blindfolded so I certainly didn’t need the lights on. She dropped her bags on the floor, and from what I could hear, was just turning around to head back downstairs when the keys dropped with their jangling sound. I heard the click of the light switch and a startled gasp as I fumbled for the keys. I expected shouting, questions, but no—when I managed to remove the blindfold, she was simply standing there in her uniform staring at me. I started to explain, stammering “I can explain…”, she held up one hand and said she understood fully so I didn’t need to say more.

You could have knocked me over with a feather; having her there while my legs were still chained and my cock enclosed in steel was beginning to excite me painfully.

lly. I was just fumbling to unlock the chastity device when She stepped forward, putting her foot firmly on my chest forcing me down taking the keys from my shaking hands, saying “You won’t be needing these any time soon, will you?”, smiling like the cat who’d had the cream! I was speechless, there were simply no words coming into my mind! I must have looked a picture there, Her pinning me firmly to the bed with Her foot. She moved to sit astride me pinning me with her full weight. At this point I was so excited the chastity device really started to hurt, She must have noticed, saying “Does this excite you, Alan? Do you want me to keep you here, at my mercy? Do you want to become my special prisoner?” I found my voice and stuttering “Yes, more than anything, I’ve wanted that since the moment I saw you.” “Me too” She whispered, climbing up, sitting on my chest, she locked my hands back in to the cuffs. “What, all this time, you wanted to keep me like this”? She whispered, bending down to my ear, “Yes, I saw the way you looked at me and knew eventually you’d be all mine, under my lock and key!” She grinned, shifting Her weight, rocking back and forth, almost ripping the nipple clamps and making me wince. “There is something missing with this though”, holding one finger to her lips in a thoughtful expression… A wicked glint came into her eye as She dismounted and walked over to Her bags returning with one which She placed between my legs. From the bag She produced a pair of Her tights, obviously worn, and a equally worn pair of panties. After slowly removing Her skirt, She rolled up the dirty pair of panties and rubbed them inside the panties she was wearing against Her mound. You can probably tell what came next (It wasn’t me - I was still locked up!), She put the now damp dirty panties in my mouth, slapping me on the cheek at the same time, then tightly tied the tights on, very effectively gagging me! Finally She replaced the blindfold and started to walk away. She paused on her way out of the room, turning, saying “Just call if you need anything, love”, quickly followed by a little giggle and “Oh wait, you can’t!” then walked out, shutting the door behind Her. I swear had it not been for the chastity device keeping me in firm control I would have exploded! This was it, the event which I’d waited and fantasised about for my entire adult life and it was coming true. More in part two…