Self-bondage for a visitor

Without hesitation, I went into our bedroom and removed my clothes, and neatly placed them folded on the chair alongside the dresser. I took the steel collar out from my wardrobe and placed it around my neck locking it in place. The collar is about 25mm wide, made from polished stainless steel. It’s locked into position by an integral brass padlock arrangement. There is a shiny metal loop attached to the collar ideal for attaching a leash or tying rope through it. Once the collar is locked around my neck, I have no way of removing it. My Master holds all the keys for things like this in his private safe. Sometimes, I must wait several days, weeks, or even months until he returns home before the collar can be removed.

About 15 minutes later another message appeared on my phone. This message read, “Laura, you must find a way to display your naked arse and pussy through the lounge room window. Your body must be visible through the window to anyone outside for at least the next 15 minutes”.

I stopped and thought for a moment about how I was going to achieve this. I turned one of the single-seat leather couches in the lounge room the opposite way around, so the front could face the window. I pushed it over, so it was directly in front of the window. I knelt up on the cushion, making sure my arse was facing the window and the top half of my body was resting over the back of the chair.

I knew I must always follow my master’s instructions the best I possibly can. I always made sure to go that little bit further to prevent any chance of being punished. I spread my knees apart on the cushion as wide as I could, ensuring that without a doubt, my bald pussy and arse were fully visible to anyone outside.

I had no idea what was going on behind me in the street, fortunately, our street is wide and not that busy and the house is set back 10 meters from the footpath. This meant it may be hard for someone to see me in detail from the road unless they were fully aware. We lived in the middle of a small country town. Our beautiful house was large and very old. It was a single-story consisting of 25 separate rooms. Due to its heritage, the front was often admired and photographed by tourists visiting the area.

Master’s instruction may mean he has offered someone to inspect me to make me feel a little humiliated. He may even be checking to see if I faithfully follow his instructions in his absence. He has been known to secretly observe me on occasions to check upon my obedience and punish me if I don’t comply.

Whatever his reasons, I was becoming slightly nervous and aroused at the same time. A slight shiver went up my spine at the thought of someone seeing my naked body through the window. It also gave me a feeling of excitement and arousal that I usually get from submission. It happens every time I surrender my mind and body to someone else to control.   

The house was dead quiet apart from the clock on the wall. I leaned over the back of the chair staring at the clock, watching the second hand tick its way around the dial. Each tick of the clock seemed to be getting louder and louder the longer I remained in position. The levels of anxiety were beginning to reach new levels. I wasn’t sure whether it was from the nerves or from maintaining a constant position, my body was beginning to shake slightly, and a nervous tingling sensation started shooting up my spine.

As soon as the fifteen minutes were up, I slowly got up off the chair and continued doing the housework naked and collared, I was feeling aroused and decided to leave the window coverings wide open.

As a submissive, I have many rules to follow. One rule states: When told, I must remain naked inside the house unless otherwise instructed. I was now collared and naked until he returns.

At exactly 09.30 am, another message arrived on my phone from Master. It was another set of instructions that read, "In exactly 1 hour from now, a stranger is coming to visit you, to facilitate this meeting you are required to be showered and clean, approximately 20mins before his arrival, you must place yourself into bondage. I want you in the spreadeagle position, face done, gagged, and blindfolded, be sure to leave the backdoor unlocked and the dog locked away in the workshop. Oh BTW, I want you to make it inescapable xxx”.

I immediately replied to his message with, "Yes Master".

I quickly got into the shower and started washing myself. I could feel the arousal beginning to reach a new level from the anticipation of what was going to happen. Master had spent many hours teaching me the art of self-bondage. I found it so erotic. Master would often come home from work to find me spreadeagle and totally helpless in bondage. I had safely perfected it over the years and had many places throughout our house where I could do it. His instruction became even more arousing when he stated he wanted it “inescapable”.

After drying myself I put on my makeup ensuring I smelt clean and looked sexy for my meeting with this visitor.

I opened the suitcase we have in our bedroom containing the various assortments of cuffs, ropes, and straps. I picked out 4 adjustable cargo straps each having a D clip on one end and a fixed loop on the other. The straps are adjustable with a spring release mechanism close to the end loop. I can operate them with one hand provided I can reach this spring release.

Depending on which technique I use, it can take some time to free myself from the strap, releasing only a few millimeters of the strap at a time. I need someone else to assist with my release anytime I cannot reach this release mechanism. The psychological difference between the two situations was huge. Being able to free yourself, you know you can freely escape safely even if it’s slowly.

In preparation, I placed the end loop of each strap over the top of the four raised bed posts. In this position, the spring release mechanisms are approximately one foot from each corner post.  I held each spring release unlocked and pulled free a long length of the strap from each corner which would allow me to get into position prior to pulling them tight. Each time the straps are pulled tight, the spring release locks the strap into a shorter position.

With just 30 minutes to go before the visitor’s arrival, I went out into the backyard and locked the dog inside the workshop. When I returned to the house, I closed the door, making sure it was kept unlocked.

I went back into our bedroom and tightly secured leather cuffs around my ankles and wrists. The smell and feel of the leather cuffs always get me excited. I love wearing them around the house whilst being totally naked.

I retrieved the ball gag and blindfold from the suitcase placing them on the bed. I also placed a tube of lubricant, so it was visible on the bedside table. When I was happy everything was in position, I climbed onto the bed.

I knelt in the centre of the bed whilst I secured the ball gag tightly inside my mouth. I tested it by trying to speak and could do nothing other than produce a muffled moan. I then squeezed industrial foam earplugs deep into my ear canals, so I was deprived of hearing. Lastly, I slipped the lambskin blindfold over my head but not covering my eyes.

I reached back around behind me on the bed and clipped each of the D clips from the loosened cargo straps onto my ankle cuffs.

I lay down on the bed in the centre with my pelvis over the top of a doubled-up pillow. I reached back down to my sides and pulled at the loose ends of each cargo strap attached to my ankle cuffs.

Every time I pulled, the straps pulled up tighter, my ankles spreading further and further apart toward the corners of the bed. With each tug, the strap tail shortened, and the spring release mechanism locked into a new position.

After pulling them several times, my legs were spread apart as wide as I could get them, completely exposing my bald pussy and arse.

When I was happy with the final position of my legs, I flicked the strap ends away, so they were both out of reach. There was now no way I could reach the spring release mechanism to loosen the straps.

I then secured each strap from the top corners of the bed to the D clips on my wrist cuffs. I used my right hand to pull on the loose end of the cargo strap attached to the cuff on my left wrist until it was tight. My left arm was now stretched outwards towards the corner bedpost.

Whilst my right arm was still free, I pulled the thick lamb-skin blindfold down over my eyes making sure all light was blocked from my eyes. Drool from the gag was beginning to stream from my mouth creating a large wet patch on the mattress bed sheet below my chin.

I used my fingers on my right hand to pull on the loose cargo strap attached to my right wrist cuff. Slowly, bit by bit I took up the slack of the strap until my right arm was stretched as tight as possible towards the bedpost. When I was sure I couldn't get the strap any tighter I flicked the loose tail away out of reach, I was now totally helpless, exposed, and totally vulnerable. I had made it inescapable as requested by Master. I was now dependent upon the visitor releasing me.

The whole practiced procedure took about 5 mins to complete, putting myself into self-bondage was something I did regularly. Making the situation inescapable, brings in a fear side, filling your body with adrenaline, creating the flight or fight effect. At the same time, you know you’re naked and totally vulnerable to anyone’s touches. The mere fact of knowing you can’t escape and have lost total physical control has a huge effect on arousal. Sensory deprivation, using a gag, blindfold, and earplugs, does nothing except further compound the effect of this arousal.

As I helplessly lay face down spreadeagle waiting for this visitor to arrive. My erotic predicament had me on the edge of orgasm without the need for any stimulation.  

I was horny as hell; my juices were flowing already. My deprived sensors were trying their best to detect this person’s arrival.  I was beginning to lose all track of time; my heart was beating faster and faster from the adrenaline-fed anticipation of not knowing when or what was going to happen.

I felt a sudden breeze of air whoosh across my naked body. I gasped through the gag and momentarily held my breath in anticipation.

I could hear nothing, but I thought could feel someone’s presence in the room with me.

The anticipation and arousal were reaching a peak, I squirmed against the bonds as if to check for a way out, if not, to subconsciously show this person I was at his mercy.

Nothing happened, every passing second was beginning to feel like an eternity. I wondered if there was anyone there, was it my imagination playing tricks? If there was someone there, were they just sitting back watching me? I needed something to happen, I needed to cure this urge.

Suddenly, my body flinched uncontrollably, it felt like an electrifying jolt ripping through my body as something cold and sharp was dragged down the length of my body.

It started at the back of my neck and followed the length of my spine down through my arse crack, continuing gently between my labia. It had to be something metallic, something like the back of a heavy knife blade.

My body began shaking uncontrollably partly from fear and partly from ecstasy. The intensity of this situation unleashed a huge orgasm, the sensation flooding through every inch of my body, I pulled forcibly against the bonds. I was tingling all over, my focus had suddenly shifted to what was happening within my body.

I lay there panting, slowly coming back down to Earth, waiting for whatever was going to happen next.

It seemed like an eternity, suddenly a tongue plunged between my arse cheeks and began swirling against the sphincter. I gasped and moaned loudly through the gag. Oh fuck, what a turn-on. It was my first ever experience of being rimmed.

He kept licking and prodding my sphincter with his tongue, his hands began sliding down over my naked body. I could feel another orgasm quickly building. I tried helplessly to push my body harder back into the person’s mouth. He had me on the edge.

The visitor pulled back away and began dribbling cold lubricant onto my sphincter, I felt the excess creeping down over the entrance of my pussy.

Three fingers were plunged into the slippery opening of my pussy. I moaned loudly as they entered past the knuckles. He began to work the fingers in and out of my pussy, I was close to orgasm. Then suddenly when his fingers were entering me again, he pushed his thumb into the entrance of my arse.

The orgasm erupted inside me, my body shaking and squirming uncontrollably whilst his fingers and thumb filled the two entrances. The orgasm lasted for ages, my pussy and arse clamping his fingers in place. I could feel fluids gush from my pussy as the intensity made me squirt.

When the main orgasm finally stopped, he began to fuck both holes at once with his thumb and fingers. It didn’t take long before I was orgasming again with nearly as much intensity as the first.

Whenever I am involved in a bondage situation, I always orgasm easily and often. After I orgasm the first time, they keep coming one after another, wave after wave. I have been known to pass out during an orgasm, today felt like one of those days.

The visitor hand fucked me for quite a while, working both holes simultaneously. He used his spare hand to squeeze my neck or drag his fingernails down the length of my back. I was having multiple orgasms, each time my body tensing against the bonds.

Eventually, he withdrew his hand giving me time to catch my breath. I could feel him change positions on the bed and kneel between my thighs, his hard cock pressing against my crotch. I was desperate to be fucked, I moved my arse in a way as an invitation.

He knew exactly what I wanted; he rubbed the head of his cock up and down through my labia to tease me. Although I was limited by the restraints, I tried to push back hoping to get his cock inside me.

Finally, the visitor pushed the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. I let out a moan as the bulbous head spread my tight pussy lips and entered me. He slowly penetrated me until its long length was deep inside me right to the hilt, impaling me.

The visitor started fucking me, slowly withdrawing its total length until my pussy lips were trying to clamp the head. He held his cock pressed at the entrance for a few seconds only then to plunge it back deep into me quickly. I moaned through the gag every time he plunged back inside me. The visitor kept repeating this routine over and over bringing me to another wave of orgasms.

He held onto my hips and pulled me back against him tighter, so every possible inch was impaling me. His cock filled me completely. I began to feel like a rag doll, totally helpless and being fucked by some giant monster. I was his, I was his object of pleasure, nothing but a receptacle for his manhood.

I had completely lost track of any time, lost count of the orgasms that flooded through my body. The visitor eventually stopped and withdrew his cock leaving me gaping and totally breathless.

As I lay exhausted and motionless, he released the restraints enough, so my arms and legs had some movement. I was too exhausted to do anything. He changed positions again and moved so he was close to the side of my head. He unbuckled the ball gag and removed it from my mouth giving me a chance to swallow the excess drool.

My head was lifted and turned slightly as the visitor pushed his cock at my lips. I opened my mouth wide taking it into my mouth. I could taste both his cum and my juices over its pulsating flesh. I sucked as eagerly as I could, trying to fit as much as possible into my mouth. The taste of his cum was gradually increasing by the minute, several minutes later he groaned loudly and held my head tighter as he pumped several spurts of ejaculate into my mouth.

I was trying to swallow as fast as I could, it felt like he had been storing this for months and months.

The visitor pulled his cock out and climbed back off the bed, leaving me exhausted and motionless. I lay there motionless, feeling as if every bit of energy had been sucked from my body.

Eventually, I began to loosen off the straps and slowly got myself out of bondage. The visitor was long gone by now. I found a handwritten note he left in the kitchen which said, “Thanks, I look forward to watching you every time you shop xx”.

“Oh Shit! I thought I have no idea who this person was. I will be wondering every day I go shopping. I know I am going to feel both embarrassed and somewhat humiliated. It’s just another psychological play that Master does from time to time.

Writers bio: Laura is a tall, slim, 24/7 lifestyle submissive. She is married to her Master and has over twenty years of experience in the BDSM lifestyle. Laura is a published author of "Crafted from Kink, Shaped by Diamonds". She has been recounting and writing for years in detail about her own personal kink experiences. Writing with such intricate details and expressing her most intimate feelings, the reader is drawn along with her journey and experience.