A Nurse's Bind: Self-Bondage Gone Wrong

I had just wrapped up a night shift and had the following one free, so I decided against going to bed. With my wife at work, I figured it was time for some self bondage fun. After clearing off all my daily duties, I got down to business as a helplessly bound nurse.

I stripped out of my day clothes and put on an old-fashioned nursing uniform: stockings, knickers, bra with inserts, petticoat, dress with a starched collar, the obligatory white apron, plus watch, badges, and wig. No makeup or earrings allowed for nurses while on duty. With the cap clipped to my wig, I finally slipped into sensible shoes.

I had roughly two hours before needing to fetch my wife. I pondered over where to put her handcuff keys. If they were still there when I woke up, it would ruin the surprise, so I hid them out of sight. I bound my ankles and sat in an armchair, gagged myself, and locked the cuffs on my hands right in front of me before settling down to dream about being kidnapped.

I slept a bit longer than intended. An alarm clock might have helped, but I was really trying not doze off completely. When I woke up, I realized there wasn’t much time left before I had to go pick her up. I reached for the spot where I’d originally placed the cuff keys—they were gone! Panic set in. I untied my feet, removed the gag and apron, but then wondered: where exactly did I put those keys? Having forgotten their location, I searched the room I was in before quickly heading to the kitchen. No sign of them.

My neighbours were home, so I couldn’t go out to the shed as myself just yet without breaking the cuffs. Nor could I drive over dressed like this. So I had to pull my trousers up over the dress—quite uncomfortable—and slipped a coat over my shoulders while changing shoes again.

I made it to the shed and managed to pry one cuff open using a vice and screwdriver. The other came easier with one hand free.

Once sure the coast was clear, I changed back into proper clothes and went to fetch her. I had just ten minutes before she finished work.

Later on, I found the keys. They were in a cup inside a cupboard. Darn it! My cuffs got ruined in the process.

It’s too bad my wife hasn’t gotten used to leaving me bound and gagged while watching TV undisturbed. I keep trying to persuade her by teasingly saying that tormenting men is great foreplay, especially if there’s no warning she might leave me tied up all night long as she goes to bed.

One of my dreams involves her crossdressing me in the uniform again, fastening me to a chair, and slipping the keys into one pocket. Once secured, she can stroke my cock through the fabric and slide her hands under the dress to caress my thighs and tickle my balls. It may not happen soon, but dreaming doesn’t hurt.