A Dragging Tale: Cindy’s Self-Bondage Adventure

A short tale inspired by the image “It’s a drag”. (Alright, it ended up being longer than I expected…) Story tags: SB,… CH. 4: “Oops” (Well, if George Lucas could do it, so can I…) Around this time, Cindy noticed she had erred. The ropes binding her chest were tighter now compared to when she first started earlier on. Her wrists ached from the cuff links which felt just a little too snug for what she had planned. The ropes encircling her waist were also slightly constricting. She anticipated some changes upon beginning, and indeed everything did shift; every rope pulled tauter, the cuffs pressed closer, and, to cap it all off, rain began falling again! Yet even this discomfort paled in comparison to what that final rope was doing to her… CH. 1: “The Idea” Cindy felt bored, the day dragged on, work wasn’t exactly thrilling; after all, how many times can you answer the phone with “Kworld Technical, may I help you today?” while keeping a cheerful tone without losing your mind? But at least it was Friday, and Monday would be a holiday. MLK Day—should that really count as a holiday anyway? However, what mattered most right then was that she had a paid day off, which was exactly why she had been waiting. By noon, Cindy clocked out for lunch. Across the street stood a new internet cafe, and she wanted to browse online to find something fresh to do over the weekend. After all, battery-operated options were getting old-fashioned. Last night, while surfing various porno sites, she stumbled upon some links leading to fetish communities. Curious, she checked out several, but most featured leather, whips, chains, and full costumes that didn’t seem particularly exciting. She compared it to fixing up her hair, applying full makeup, wearing a nice formal dress… then calling it a day and heading straight to bed. Quite a bit of effort for just a little fun time. Not quite what Cindy would call real fun; after all, for quick pleasure, simply inserting batteries worked well enough for her. But one thing caught her eye: self bondage. This could be exactly what she was looking for. A chance to do the usual routine with a new twist. It didn’t require spending hundreds of dollars on leather outfits, padded cuffs, paddles, or miles of rope, and best of all, no partner needed. After all, if she’s in the mood, it happens now, not later. But since it was getting late and Cindy didn’t want to stay up too long, she decided to finish her research when she returned home Friday after work. Cindy walked home from school, moving a bit quickly to get back. Her favorite TV show was about to start in just an hour. “The perils of Topanga Tess”—last week, Tess had been captured by the evil Black Widow and her henchmen. She was forced to sit astride a large boulder with sharp edges under the hot sun. And if that wasn’t enough, all her clothes were piled up while the Black Widow held a lit torch above them. If Tess didn’t reveal what she knew about the “Lost D’arcy Diamond Mine,” the torch would drop, and for the rest of the journey, Tess would remain bare. Then came the worse development… “To be continued” appeared on screen. Cindy almost threw her remote at the TV but decided a pillow might cause less damage. That was last week; now, Cindy hurried because class ran a bit over time, so she rushed home to avoid missing any part of the program. She decided taking the park route would be quickest. This would save several minutes and allow her to make up lost time. About halfway through the park, she was startled by a voice on her left remarking how nice the day was, with great weather forecast for the weekend. “There will only be a slight chance of rain late Sunday, but otherwise the whole weekend promises bright skies. And don’t forget the MLK Freedom Parade Monday starting at 9:00 am on Main Street…” Slightly relieved yet highly annoyed, Cindy slapped the snooze button on her clock radio. All morning long, Cindy reviewed what she remembered from her dream. Tess had been tied in various ways, including one instance where rope ran between her legs and acted as a leash to lead Tess around. And that was precisely why today felt so dull! For lunch, Cindy ate the chef’s salad, wondering idly in the back of her mind what chefs actually eat this dish… She settled into a rear booth so no one could peek over her shoulder, booted up her laptop and started searching again for anything related to self bondage. She found several sites dedicated to bondage and searched them specifically for information on self bondage. She discovered multiple ideas regarding how to conduct a session and how to execute the release. Ice locks were trending—easy to set and very secure. But if something went wrong or she wanted out sooner, there was little choice but to wait. That wasn’t what she wanted for her first attempt. Other release methods involved tasks; finding a key on a ring of keys sounded straightforward enough, though she didn’t have many keys and locks to make that much of a challenge. Then she found the one she liked best: it was simple, required no searching through lots of keys, and avoided waiting for ice to melt. It seemed perfect—place the key just slightly out of reach, tie yourself up, and when ready, cross the yard, reach for the key, and free yourself. To make crossing the yard less trivial, you tie yourself to a heavy rock and drag it toward the key. On the website, there was an image of a pretty Asian girl tied somewhat loosely, hands behind her back (likely cuffed), with rope around her waist and another line running down between her legs towards what looked like two cinder blocks. All Cindy needed to do was tie herself up similarly to the girl in the photo, run the rope between her legs toward the blocks, drag them across her backyard where she would place the key, and then free herself. She had a small property on the edge of town with a creek nearby and forest beyond it—perfect for this purpose. She realized just now that she had an ideal “playground” for self bondage activities. Last summer when she moved in, she explored the creek and woods and thought it would be lovely for quiet walks. There were game trails, but nothing resembling paths made or used by people. If memory served right, there were a few blocks suitable for this setup. Now, all she needed was some rope and a set of handcuffs. CH. 2 “Preparing for the game” The rope was easy to find at the hardware store. Just for fun, after seeing their use on several sites, she grabbed some clothespins as well. She figured two to four would suffice, but bought the whole package anyway. The hardest part proved finding handcuffs—after all, where do you locate them? She had nearly given up when taking a wrong turn led her into the toy section. As she turned around considering another aisle, she spotted a ‘cops and robbers’ toy set, and right there for anyone to see was a pair of real-looking handcuffs! Her heart skipped a beat; she would be able to do this after all! She checked the cuffs to ensure they fit her slender wrists and weren’t cheap plastic ones that might break without effort. Picking up a few extra locks for later use, she paid for everything and headed home. At home, she tested the cuffs and found them perfectly fitting. With some trial and error, she managed cuffing herself and removing them. Now came the real test: could she do it with her hands behind her back? To be safe at first, she held one cuff in her right hand while closing it onto her left wrist. She was glad she went through this initial test because initially, no matter what she tried, she couldn’t get the key into the closed cuff. Bringing the cuff around to see the problem clearly, she confirmed she could manage it facing forward. After a few more failed attempts from behind, she finally got them open. She practiced that motion several times until feeling confident. Wi

Once she mastered the cuffs, she practiced with the ropes until she could tie herself, then added and removed the cuffs. The crotch rope was a big surprise; it reminded her of her pussy every time she stepped, exciting her clit more than any vibrator ever had. Feeling ready for tomorrow after trying different parts, she searched online for ideas to make the event mind-blowing. Then she remembered clothes pins. She opened the package, selected two that looked good, and plucked at her nipples until they were hard. Positioning the first pin over a nipple, she snapped it in place. The shock was intense, so she quickly removed it. Rubbing the sore spot, she felt a warm, exciting sensation creeping in; if forced, she thought she could endure it enough to enjoy it.

With that plan, she cuffed her left wrist, tossed the key into the other room, checked the cuff’s position, grabbed two more pins, and snapped them onto both nipples simultaneously. She quickly brought her hands behind her back and secured the right wrist cuff before the pain fully registered. Now she understood why people with nipple clamps always have their hands tied behind their backs! Glad to live on the edge of town without neighbors, she worried someone might hear a scream if it got too loud.

She wiggled and twisted in the chair to ease the discomfort. She tried shaking them off once but decided that was another mistake not worth repeating. Soon enough, she had endured as much as needed and went looking for the keys. After ten minutes of searching, she finally found them. Her nipples were just calming down, and she realized she was highly aroused—just like when using her vibrator, ready to cum.

Holding the key, she looked around for something to rub against. Every step felt new; every shake of her breasts increased her arousal. She reached the front room and saw the arm of the couch was at the perfect height. Jumping onto it caused her breasts to bounce and the pins to sway more on her nipples. In seconds, she climaxed as never before.

Forgetting everything else, she collapsed onto her side on the couch, only to discover several mistakes: First, with the sudden drop in arousal came a sharp return of pain in her nipples. Second, landing on her side shook her breasts and the pins. Third, the shock made her hand open, causing her to drop the key. Fourth, rolling over onto her stomach revealed she shouldn’t put weight on pinned nipples. She screamed into the cushion for a few minutes until it subsided.

Standing up on her knees, she realized another rule: if you have pins applying pressure, never remove that pressure suddenly! That was number six (or maybe seven). Unfortunately, both pins were still in place but had shifted from their original positions, hurting more now without the distracting excitement. She hurried to find the key and get the cuffs off so she could remove the pins before causing real damage.

She scanned the couch quickly but couldn’t spot the key anywhere. “It must have fallen between the cushions!” she thought as she turned around to pull them off one by one. After a bit of searching, she found it again. Grabbing the key, she worked it into the lock and freed her hand.

Seventh mistake: NEVER quickly remove pins that have been on nipples for any length of time!

Once more, she was glad no neighbors were around to witness her distress.

CH. 3: “Setting-up the game” Having sorted out all the details, she felt ready for Saturday morning. She went to bed early and, despite her best efforts, avoided using her vibrator until finally falling asleep. To ensure she finished what she started, she took the cuff key across the creek into the forest, finding a tree easy to access while bound. She hung the key from a low branch, ensuring that when she backed up with hands behind her back, she could reach it. After confirming she could find the tree again, Cindy returned home.

Cindy stripped down to her bra and panties, deciding being undressed would be more exciting than staying fully dressed. The road by her house isn’t heavily traveled, but occasional cars pass; if she were careless, she might be seen.

After Friday’s events, she decided to skip the clothes pins on her nipples this time. She looped rope several times around her waist and tied it off in front where it would remain out of reach with hands bound behind her back. Next, with some difficulty, she tied her chest like a rope harness seen in pictures.

After ensuring she could still cuff her hands behind her back, she went outside to find cinder blocks. Selecting two, she verified the ropes connected between her legs would allow her to pull them. She looped each block several times and attached them to longer ropes so they would slide side by side when pulled.

Figuring this process would take time, she ate lunch and drank plenty of water, setting out a pitcher with a long straw for later. “OK, now is as good a time as any…” she thought. Taking the rope to the blocks, she tied it to her waist rope in front, stepped over it, and tried walking forward. It was pleasantly uncomfortable; backing up allowed her to step off the rope and pull the blocks by walking backwards.

She wanted something difficult to escape from, so this setup seemed good. Next, she ran the rope through the back of the waist rope, down between her legs, and up again. Pulling on the blocks worked well here too, but as she discovered, she could no longer step off easily. This was exactly what she sought: easy to get into, hard to get out of until retrieving the key.

The final task was locking the cuffs behind her back before going for the key.

CH. 4: “OOPS” Cindy was having fun; as she walked around, the rope split the lips of her pussy and rubbed her clit in a satisfying way that made her want more. And more is what she got. As a challenge, she decided to drag the blocks around her house, placing herself on the side where neighbors could see if they weren’t careful or lucky.

She peeked around the corner, saw nothing, took a breath, and ducked behind a nearby bush. A car turned the corner just then, heading toward her before passing her house. She started again but reached the corner of her house only to have another car pass from the opposite direction right as she was about to check if the way was clear.

Fortunately, since that second car came from the other side, it passed by without seeing her. Deciding it was too risky to go around the whole house, she returned to the backyard. It was getting old now; she figured this was a good time to get the key and be free.

The trip out was no problem, but at the creek, she discovered an issue. Although dry, several exposed tree roots snagged the blocks, stopping their movement. Every time a block stopped,

a sharp jerk to the rope that ran through her pussy. Although it was fun earlier, now it was becoming more painful than fun. And last but not least, the other side of the creek was too steep to pull the blocks up, so she was left to going down river to find an easy slope to climb to get out. After several jerks, she finally found a spot where she could climb out, but she was now about a mile down river and further from her house than she had ever been before, and she was nearly naked, and to top things off, her pussy now was hurting, and not in a fun way anymore. It was sunny when she started, but now it was getting to get cloudy and looked like it was going to rain. And after a little while, it was, not a heavy rain, just a little drizzle, just enough to get Cindy wet. Using the creek as a guide, she was making her way back to the part of the forest that she knew a little better and more importantly, where the key was. She was getting tired and it was feeling like the ropes were getting wet and were shrinking. Fortunally it was only a short rain, but every time she bumped a tree, she got another shower of water. She was now soaked through and starting to feel chilly. And again, one of the blocks snagged something bringing Cindy to a complete stop, to be followed by another heavy shower of more rain water. She was about ready to cry. She was kinda sure she was at least a little bit lost. It was about now that Cindy realized she made a mistake. The ropes across her chest were tighter now than they were when she started earlier. Her wrists hurt from the cuff links that were just a bit tighter than she planed. The ropes that ran around her waist were now just a bit too tight. She expected some things to change when she started, and everything did change, now every rope was tighter, the cuffs felt tighter, and, as if to add insult to injury, is was starting to rain again! But even all this discomfort was nothing compared to what the last rope was doing to her… CH. 5: “Reprieve” Cindy sat there on the block and just cried for as long as it was raining. While the pressure was off her pussy, it was not hurting as much but she knew that when she got started again, the pulling rope was going to make her pussy hurt at least as much as before. As she sat there she was wondering just how this was supposed to be sexually exciting, and why someone would put themselves through such pain. But, the more she thought about it, she realized the answer. It was the thrill of being forced to do something that they wanted to do. The idea that even if it was no longer fun, there would be no release until the end. And the thought that even while there were some bad times, there was all the fun times that she had, the thrill of almost being seen when she tried to walk around the house, even though she did not make it, she knew she was going to try that one again. Cindy noticed that the rain stopped again, and decided that now was as good a time to get moving again. Slowly, she moved forward until she felt the rope tighten against her pussy, and pulled and felt the blocks start moving. She continued for a while when she saw a flash ahead. She stopped and ducked to see who was in her forest and hopefully not looking for her. She waited but could not hear anyone nor could see any other movement. Just as she stood up, she saw the flash again. She waited but could not see anyone or anything, just the flash every now and then. Then it hit her, she found the key! She now knew where she was, it was just a matter of getting to the key. So, with renewed energy, she strode forward, forgetting the blocks and the pain they were causing, that is, until they found then next stump that stopped them cold. First she felt the sharp jerk at her pussy followed by the face full on muddy water. Cindy rolled onto her side to get her face out of the water and tried to figure out what happened. Looking back, she could see the blocks just sitting there, but missing the rope that was tied around them. She tried a few times to get up not realizing how hard it would be without the use of her hands, but finally did manage it. After a few slow steps, not sure if the blocks was really gone, she then hurried to get the key and finally get free of the cuffs. Now, without needing to drag the blocks, it was suddenly easier to get to the key. Quickly she grabbed the key, and inserted it in the cuffs and turned it and heard as well as felt the reassuring click as the lock was released. When she finally got both hands into view, she saw the red marks caused by the cuffs and hopped they would clear up by Tuesday when she went back to work. From here it was a short easy trip back to the house. Once inside, she went straight to the bathroom and started a hot bath, then to her bedroom to remove the ropes. On the way, she passed a full sized mirror and was for the first time just how much of a wreak she looked, and just how transparent her undies were. After they got wet, it was like she was wearing nothing at all. In short order, she removed the ropes, which was not that easy due to becoming wet, but after a bit she did manage it. She then stripped down and saw for the first time just how red and raw her pussy was, checking, she found it just as tender as it looked. Returning to the bath, she managed to stop the water just before it reached the overflow, and the water was just about as hot as she could stand it. Slowly she eased herself into the water and cried out when the hot water reached her raw pussy. “Great!” she thought, “A hot bath is what I need right now, and my pussy won’t let me enjoy it…” After a while she managed to finally sink all the way into the tub and enjoy the relaxing feeling as the hot water restored heat to her chilled body. As she sat there, thinking over the day’s entertainment, she wondered what she would do for next weekend. A lazy thought crossed her mind, nipple clamp clamps, 2 sets of cuffs, and chain the key to the tree… and maybe a third block this time… and maybe no undies…