Planning for a Long Time

I decided that since I rise long before my wife—she keeps promising to tie me up but backs out when asked—I’d have a session of self-bondage. On Sunday morning, I got up at 5:30 AM. I felt tired, partly because the clocks went forward and I lost an hour of sleep, which strangely helped rather than hindered.

I quickly slipped into my nurse’s uniform but had to hold back from tossing myself off. A week ago, I hid the keys for my release around the house, including one left out in the garden shed for the handcuffs. To get that specific key, I first needed to find three others; the cuff keys were chained to the lawnmower, so I had to shift things around to locate them. The week allowed me to forget exactly where they were.

I attached bells to the chains connecting my ankle cuffs to my wrist cuffs. They aren’t very loud individually, but with quite a few of them clinking together, it added up, making movement in the house slightly precarious so as not to wake her.

The leather cuff on each ankle was closed, and those behind my back were fastened securely. Fortunately, they stay put until the locks are threaded through the hasps. My wife usually doesn’t get out of bed until 9:30 AM, giving me at least three hours of enjoyment once I had everything set.

I lay down on the sofa, feeling as though I’d been drugged and kidnapped by a woman who stripped me and dressed me in this outfit. She was smartly attired in a trouser suit, waiting for her moment to abuse me before heading out and leaving me like that to await her pleasure. The trouble was, I dozed off for about an hour and a half.

It is now around 8 AM, but I still have another hour and a half to enjoy myself while trying to escape before my kidnapper returns.

The second problem: I hadn’t considered how difficult it would be reaching the door handles with my hands bound behind my back while trying to keep the bells silent. The keys in the house are for the ankle cuffs, the garden shed padlock, and undoing the handcuff key from the lawnmower. I did manage to find those keys.

Problem 3: I could hear neighbors moving about next door. I needed to get to the shed without letting them see or hear me looking out. I waited until they started their shower; luckily, people on the other side had already left. I kept my keys ready and ran for the shed.

Problem 4 was getting the key into the shed padlock before anyone spotted me. It took longer than expected compared to dry runs when dressed normally with hands just behind my back. This time, however, there was pressure from being seen as ridiculous in my uniform. Once the cuffs were removed, I had to run back indoors unseen.

I did it! But by the time I released myself and got ready to dress, I heard my wife getting up.

I don’t know why I keep putting myself in this position, but it’s exciting while it lasts.

I thought about installing one of those buzzer devices so I’d have to slide a key along a wire without triggering the sound.