Anita I
Thanks everyone for all the help and advise. I have everything we
talked about and my back-ups are in place. I'll let you know how things go.
Anita
With that the twenty two year old red head shut down her computer. Everything
was ready, and in place just like she had said. But wile Megan from the news
group suggested caution the first time Anita wanted it all. All or nothing! She
wanted tight, strict, and escape proof. She wanted some pain and discomfort.
Like a true brat Anita wanted it all right now! And no matter what anyone said,
she was going to get it. Owen's final quote still echoed in her mind, Be careful
what you wish for, you just may get it.
First came the leather belt assembly that she had constructed. She was
already nude, having stripped before using the computer. Welcome to the
internet, the ultimate come as you are party. The wide leather belt was actually
two belts joined together.One buckled tight around her waist, wile the other
passed between her legs and buckled in front. This is Anita's version of a
chastity belt. Both belts were two inches wide and the crotch belt had a small
ball attached, just for fun.
Using soft cotton rope she lashed her ankles together and cinched them
securely. Then using a thinner cord Anita wrapped and cinched her big toe's,
tying them as well. Perfect; she thought as she examined her red nail polish
above the wrapped cords. More rope was used above and below her knees the same
way as her ankles, binding them securely.
The gag came next. It was a plastic golf ball with the holes in it.
It was rolled up in a bandana and fit snugly into her mouth. This effectively
muffled any sounds she may make. A soft Muuumph..... was all she could manage
when she tried to speak.
The blind fold and handcuffs lay near by. She wasn't ready for them,
yet. Instead she picked up two clothes pins and placed one on each excited
nipple. Mouugh; she moaned as they went on, the wooden jaws taking hold. It
wasn't the first time for either the gag or the clothes pins. Anita had worn
both wile she was on the computer several times. The internet is the greatest
come as you are party around. But today was different. Today she was using the
items in a bondage situation for the first time.
OOPS! almost forgot the tether. Near-by a five foot length of chain
was pad locked to a ring in the wall. Anita looped the loose end around the
cinch rope on her ankles and locked it into place. Without the keys that were
out of reach right now she would have to untie her ankles to get loose. Only she
wasn't ready for that.
Another belt assembly lay near-by. This one wrapped around her torso
and buckled in front between her breasts. It has two loops about eight inches
apart that are large enough for Anita to slip her arms through. Then with the
loops just above her elbows Anita buckles it in front.
A folded piece of cloth served to cover her eyes. Then she blindly
slipped her arms into the torso loops and buckled the belt snugly in front. Only
one more thing to do, the hand cuffs. The open ring of the cuff slipped through
a steel ring at the back of the chastity belt assembly.
Before she could think about what she was doing the cuffs had ratcheted
closed on her wrists. Finally, after week of preparation she had done it. Anita
was kneeling, naked and helplessly bond in her own bed room. And she had done it
to herself.
The red head knelt in her bondage for some time getting the "feel" of
it. The total helplessness of her situation frightened her a little. Her small
hands twisted in the cuffs as she tried to slip a hand free. She shrugged her
shoulders trying to slip the elbow loops, still secure in the belief that the
others were wrong. Anita did not believe the she could not escape her bondage.
After all she was a big girl, not a child.
Anita wiggled her hips and her entire torso twisted making her boobs
jiggle. The pinching fire on her nipples seemed to amplify the effect of her
crotch strap. Silently she swayed side to side in a desperate attempt to find
her way to freedom. Rocking on her knees and biting down on her gag Anita
imagined someone teasing her. Toying with her bound nakedness. A fantasy made
easier by the blind fold.
The fantasy pushed her on as she rocked harder on her knees. The
frustration of the bondage, biting clips on her breasts, and the crotch strap
finally reached it's peak. Suddenly every muscle in her body went ridged as she
strained for all she was worth. Her leather bound hips thrusting back and forth
as hundreds of sparks flashed before her eyes.
Finally sagging from exhaustion Anita toppled from her knees to land on
her left shoulder. Her reactions frightened her, and the power of her first self
bondage orgasm was a real surprise. Anita felt all warm in the after glow as she
lay there slowly trying to get her ragged breathing back under control.
After an eternity of minutes Anita began to feel herself again. She was
laying on her side with her legs stretched out. Slowly she shifted one body part
that another, taking stock of her helplessness.The red head pulled at her
restraints. This had been fun but she wanted out now.
Her struggles became more desperate as she started to realise that the
others were right. Once tied up she was not getting out without the keys. I mean
you would think a grown adult could untie their self. The key to the teather
holding her near the wall lay along the base board and was easy to reach. The
lock was another matter. It took several minutes of twisting before the key
slipped into the opening.
That didn't mean she was free. Only free from the wall. The handcuff
keys were outside on the deck table. At least it is warm out tonite; she
thought. Creeping over to the bed Anita used it to stand up.
She took three big hops and stopped. Each hop made her breasts bounce,
and each bounce pulled at her nipple clips. Now what; she thought, I can't stand
here. After several small but no less painfull hops she bumped into her dresser.
Damn, I missed the door. Six more hops to the right put her in front of
the closed bed room door. Getting the door open was easy but ahe knew that tring
to navagate through the apartment blind and bound just wouldn't work.
After several minutes of rubbing her blind fold on the door frame it
lifted to her forhead. That's better; she thought. But the trip through the
apartment was slow and agonizing. Each hop brought her closer to freedom, yet
tortured her poor nipples. Hop, bounce, ouch, was the rythem she had developed.
At the kitchen door Anita stopped to catch her breath. Only a small
light over the sink was lit. The clock on the stove said a little after three in
the afternoon. She tried again to wiggle out of her self induced captivity, but
still nothing came loose.
But she did notice a warmth spreading thruogh her again from the crotch
strap rubbing just the right way. Maybe it was the bondage as well, but one
thing was certin. She was going to explode again and soon.
She peered out thruogh the window at the keys on the low table. The deck
it's self was a six by eight foot rectangle. The railing around the deck was one
by one slats with a one inch space between. This would provide little protection
from being seen, but she was on the second floor and the deck was in shadow. All
she needed to do was to stay low.
Opening the door was simple and she turned to exit. No one was in site
so Anita dropped to her knees on the planking. As her knees hit the wood the
blind fold was jared loose and dropped back into place. The bound girl tried
unsuccessfuly to rub it off again. Shit; she thought, it won't move.
Giving up on the blind fold Anita set out for the table and the keys.
With each twist and push the heat doubled and she felt herself slipping further
over the edge. The red head pulled her knees into a featial position and erupted
into another mind blowing orgasm.
Voices woke her. They were right below her. It was her nieghbor and
his wife. They had set up a small grill and were prepairing dinner. Wow, that
smelled good!
Moving slowly to avoid any niose she tried to retrive the keys. Bound as
she was Anita couldn't get to her knees without attracting attention. So she
reached up with her bound feet tring to grab them with her toes. But with her
big toes bound together she couldn't get a good hold. The keys dropped to the
deck with a clatter That the bound girl was sure the whole neighborhood heard.
Nothing happened. Maggie kept talking and Sam was fiddling with the
grill. Anita let out the breath she had been holding. She twisted about and
began to feel for the keys with her fingers. She brushed something small and it
jingled softly. She reached out again brushing the keys with her finger tips.
Now she had them. Anita moved again and reached out for the keys.
For just a second they were at her finger tips. Then she felt them slip
into a space between the decking. There came a loud and very distinctive jingle
as the keys landed on the deck below.
Maggie picked up the keys and glanced up. Through the gaps in the
decking she could just make out an out-line of someone laying on the deck above.
Sam was still in the garage and would be for some time. Taking the keys she went
to the spiral stairs that lead to the upper deck.
Anita knew she had been found out now. Nobody would miss the keys
falling right on top of them. She kept waiting to hear footsteps on the stairs.
The blind fold lifting off was a suprise. Anita had ot heard Maggie climb the
stairs because she was barefoot, and alone.
Looking around Maggie made sure nobody was looking and rolled Anita over
opening the hand cuffs. Anita sat still as Maggie removed all of the restraining
equipment. They scooped everything up and went back into Anita's place.
Maggie said, why don't you shower and join us for dinner. Sam is leaving
right after and we can talk. Anita couldn't help but to agree, after all Maggie
did know everything now and had kept it quiet. Maybe now she had someone to at
least talk to.
Wearing a tank to and cutoffs Anita Joined her friend. Dinner was as good
as it had smelled. Wile she was eating she couldn't help notice that Maggie kept
staring. Then she saw it, red rings around her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles.
She looked at Maggie in shock, but Sam never seemed to notice. Maggie's husband
soon left and the girls cleaned up.
Can you show me how you did that; Maggie asked? I guess so, but you
aren't going to tell anyone will you; Anita asked? No way, I'm just interested
how someone can tie them self up like that. It is easier than you may think, the
red head said, as she displayed her stuff.
Slowly she explained everything to her guest as she recreated the
origoinal bondage, minus the nipple clips she was just to sore. After closing
the hand cuffs Maggie helped with the gag and blind fold. You really can't get
loose; Maggie asked? Anita shook her head no. Will you be ok like this for a
wile? Anita knodded.
Good, when I come back you can tie me up, but for now get comfertable. I
have all of the keys and your not going anywhere until I get back. What: Anita
wondered? She was naked, bound and helpless again. Chained to the wall with no
escape. And how long will Maggie be gone? She didn't say. All she could do was
lay there and make the most of it. Which she did, The crotch strap was pulled
tighter this time. She was already starting to float on that river of
excitement. Who knows, maybe Maggie won't hurry back.
