What a bodacious undertaking! i just have to post this letter so parts of it are going to be explanations for the viewers. i do this to share your glory and to show to everyone how wonderful you are to me, your sometimes-not so-humble slave.
Master Chris and i do not live together. He is way over yonder and i am here with j. This makes bondage kinda hard to do, but where there's a will there's a way. Self bondage! Master Chris came up with a self bondage assignment for me - not because i was bad or anything. i hope that he came up with this because i am a good slave in his eye...
This involved rope instead of handcuffs. While i prefer handcuffs and handcuffs lend themselves very well to self bondage; i can be tied in many ways and still enjoy it more than i should! Giggle
Please examine the following pics to see what i was given to do.
Master! Whew! Very stringent! j and i checked out the pics you sent wordlessly. The words needed to expess how we felt about the fullness of the bondage failed both of us completely.
The big question was, "How safe would it be?" While this was suposed to be something i was to do alone we decided that j would watch over me to make sure that i wouldn't hurt myself. If it was safe then she would leave me for an hour or two so that when she came back to rescue me i would fully be ready to be returned to freedom.
i already had two metal rings in my toybox because i love to pick up stuff like that. Sometimes i feel like the only woman in the world who can go into a hardware store and get turned on. They have so many kinds of ropes, chains, dog collars, eyelets, tie-down stakes, and other things that can be used for bondage! Someday they are going to get wise and have an section for handcuffs too! i guess i'm not alone though, i'm not the only woman in the world who loves bondage....
i'm not too good with following written instructions so i had to study the drawings you sent, Master. It looked like two seperate positions yet i kept getting the idea that they could be combined into one. The origional concept that j and i agreed on was to do one position on friday night and the other on a saturday evening. That way we had plenty of time to play around and after i had accomplished a position j could try it too, fair is fair.
Friday finally rolled around and the two of us got in the living room and sat on the floor to put things together. j used the rope to measure me so she could make the loops to about the right size. After she did that she told me to get dressed how i wanted while she finished getting things ready for me. The butterflies were very active in my tummy as i prepared to be well tied. i was tempted to do it in the buff, but i can be modest at times and submitting to bondage while nude is something that is hard for me. If the person tying me up MAKES me get undressed completely beforehand then that's fine. To do that to myself is next to impossible. The way i see it is that as a slave i can only be held accountable for so much, some things the top has to do for him or herself! Yes, i have limits!
i wore only a cute set of panties and bra and some perfume when i returned to the living room to submit myself to j's bondage. Actually it was to j's devices that i had to submit, not her bondage as she reminded me that i was suposed to tie myself up. Thinking ahead i slid the two larger coils of rope up my legs to just above my knees, one coil per leg. i was sitting so the coils didn't fall back down as i tied my feet together in the area between the ball and heel of each foot, not my ancles. i never would have thought of that on my own! What a neat idea! i have tied my feet like that before, but only after my ancles were tied. i liked the way it felt but it seemed like i might be able to slip one foot on top of the other and get enough slack to wiggle my feet free. i decided that since that was what was called for i'd do it like that and maybe when i was all tied up use that to try to free myself. Bondage is weird! To be tied where there is a chance for escape and trying to get loose is exciting. To be tied where escape is impossible is exciting too. Go figure...
My only chance for escape was defeated when i tied the rope with the cinch rings between my feet. No way i'd be able to slip one foot on top of the other now. Somebody had been thinking ahead! Gotta respect that. i slipped off of the edge of the couch and got into the squatting position i had seen in the drawing and began to try to get my arms through the loops around my legs. This proved to be not so easy. i was ready to ask j for some help when it dawned on me that i could stand for a momment, slid the coils directly behind my knees and then when i squatted again the rope would be pinched in place by my thighs and calves. That worked and i was able to get my arms into the ropes though they weren't as tight as if someone had tied them in place.
i was able to reach the floor and, after some strenious manuvering, pick up the loop for my hands and the cinch loop and the draw string. Quite a handful, not to mention being a mouthful! i put my hands behind me. Then i began to get really excited. In a second i would be very very helpless. Taking a breath i surveyed the situation, was i ready for the next step? It seemed like it. Nothing to do, but do it! i moved my hands behind me and transfered the loop for my wrists to my left hand along with the draw string which i held using the last two fingers of my left hand. In my right hand i had the cinch loop which i began to put over the coils in my left hand. Once i had that i was able to slip my right hand inside the coils. The pull cord was switched back to my right hand so i could wiggle my left hand inside the coils alongside my right hand. i felt tied up, but loose enough to escape. It wasn't too productive trying to pull on the pull cord to tighten things up, but i could pull up with my wrists to tighten the ropes around my wrists then use my fingers to walk down some of the pull cord and then use my wrists again to tighten things up. Many repititions finally got me nicely snugged up and i began to feel better.
The instructions warned of the next step, tipping over. i leaned a bit and rolled onto my side as gracefully as i could. A very scary half-second which kinda tighted things up a lot more. i was tied as tight as i could get so there was no reason to hang onto the pull cord any longer and i let it fall to the floor. The trick had been getting me to tighten the cord between my hands and feet while i had been in the squatting position. Very tricky, Master!
j asked if i was ok as she stood to leave. i squirmed around a bit to test the position i was in. i was very very tied up! While i have been tied up more stringently in the past i have never been able to tie myself this completely before. Someone had put a lot of thought and experience into this! i did miss the fact that my knees were completely free. Maybe next time i try this i will tie my knees as well and have a hook to attach my collar to the knee ropes.
i was still very nicely tied. j and i knew better than to add a gag, unless she was there to watch over me, but a blindfold would and did work in well. i told her that i was streached out a lot more than i had thought i would be and that she shouldn't be gone the hour or two that we had planned on. A half hour to an hour would be more like it, i told her. She agreed. There was something about her voice that alerted me that she was thinking over something. i couldn't tell if she wanted to get tied up like i was or if she wanted to sit down beside me and cover me with kisses. She spoke again and she sounded more in control of her voice.
"I'm going now, but i'm not going to leave you a knife so you can see if you can get free on your own."
"Huh? Why not j?"
"For one thing; i don't want you to cut all those ropes! When we are through they should put them in a display case - or, at least, in our toy-bag."
i giggled. j kept developing more and more into a true slave everyday - despite her tendancies to want to be a top. She's a slave, just like me!
"And for another thing; you could cut yourself. i don't want you to do that, ok?"
"Ok, you are being a little over-protective, but i can understand what you mean. Now hurry up and get back, please - my body is getting worn already."
"You say that now shevette, but just wait until i get through with you! Giggle."
And with that final tid bit said, to excite me more as well as remind me of the fact that i wouldn't be getting untied until it pleased her, she began making footpads for the door. i heard the backdoor open, close, and the deadbolt set.
Now i had two options, well three actually. i could try to get loose, squirm around and enjoy the sensation of my predicament, or lie quietly to await j's return. i decided to try to get loose because that included sqirming and enjoying. The third option is more like enduring, which can be good or bad. Trying to escape can be very nice, for one thing it's challenging and sometimes it even works. The key to escaping is that you have time on your side - usually. You can sit back, think about it, try it, and then think of another option then try that. It answers a need inside of me. Maybe it's the challenge, the promise of reward (freedom) or maybe something else. It's good!
This was a tricky position. i really loved it. The thought that someone had come up with the idea and there i was all tied up on the living room floor! Ain't the net great! Ok, enough of that, how to get loose? i remembered the way my feet were tied and started there. i worked up a glisten to my skin just getting tied up. By the time i gave up on trying to slip one foot free of the other the glisten had turned to persperation.
Actually the whole position was very loosely tied together (poor choice of words - i was definately tightly bound.) What i meant was, what held every thing together were the ropes that were around my arms and thighs. With those gone i would have the freedom of a regular hog-tie which was a lot more than the fetal position i was in. Of course, the rope between my hands and feet was doing a lot to hold me in place. If it hadn't been for the fact that my hands were tied behind me i could have done a lot more, but that's like saying; "If i wasn't tied up, then i'd be free!" Not a productive line of thought. i was tied up and i was going to stay that way until someone decided to untie me!
i went over my bonds in my mind looking for a weakness. Maybe it could be found by logic or maybe some squirming and testing would reveal a poorly tied knot. i know absolutely nothing about knot tying - and i passed along all that i know to j. All i knew was to loop the rope around itself and that seemed to work. i can't remember a knot ever coming undone or slipping loose since the very early days of my teens. i have tied myself up a number of times and had some close calls where a knot was suposed to come untied and didn't.
Fortunatly i had always had enough back-up plans that i could still get free. There is always the phone and while i couldn't get up to the table top to use it i could still squirm over to the table and bump it enough to knock the phone to the floor where i could get to it. There was 911 in the event that i thought i was going to die tied up or the number of a friend who would be willing to come over and free me, if i was willing to pay the price in embarassment.
So what if j didn't leave me a knife. There were some in the kitchen i could get to or the one in my toy-bag - if i was willing to chance cutting myself while trying to cut the rope. i had a number of options available. The idea was to stay within the bounds of the "game."
The rings that held the rope that ran from my hands to my feet could be a weakness in my bondage. i could probably lossen the rope enough to make it slip free of the rings. That would make things a bit more bearable. i reached back with my fingers and touched the rings. The rope there was terribly tight. i could tell by the fact that the rope felt nearly as hard as the metal rings. i scooted my feet closer to my backside to relieve any pressure i was putting on that rope. The rope got loose the the portion of rope squeezed inside the rings stayed hard. Not good, not good at all! i tried pulling the rope sideways through the rings, feeding the rope back but i was doing it with just my finger tips. The rope around my upper arms kept me from straightening out enough to reach back as much as i needed to reach. There was a slight chance that i could do something to help my situation so i tried and tried until i wore myself out. i would rest a bit then try some more. By this time i was past persperation all the way to sweaty. Finally i rested for a long spell to cool off and think of another option - and wonder if it was time for j to be back yet or not...
The blindfold might not be too hard to dislodge. i didn't need to get it all the way off my head, like they do in the movies, just enough to be able to see a bit. What time the clock on the wall had would make it possible to guage when j would be back - or if she became seriously overdue. i began rubbing my head on the floor; trying to slide the blindfold away from my eyes just a bit. The blindfold was terribly tight! Not my day at all! Maybe a nice long rest would help. It might not be a comfortable one, but, at least it was one thing i could do. Afterwards i could squirm around some and that might not feel too bad....
i had rested a bit longer than i thought i would when i began to think a few good squirms mixed with some wiggles were in order. The only thing was i felt pretty content. My body was getting a little cramped, but there was nothing to do for that. That would take a good streach and one of those didn't seem to be in my immediate future so i lie on the floor and just soaked in the sensations of being so well tied. From the kitchen i heard the sound of the refrigerator door being opened and closed. It was funny, it didn't startle me at all. It was just a normal house kind of a sound. The question in my mind was why i didn't hear j come back in the door.
"You never left, did you?" i asked j blindly.
"Nope. I wouldn't want to miss seeing how you'd do like that. Not much luck, huh?" she told me in a relaxed voice that seemed to be coming into the living room as she spoke.
"i'm not surprised. i never heard you start up the car."
"Oh, aren't we crafty!" she remarked as i heard her sit in a chair.
"i know you, j."
"Really? Maybe I am becoming too predictable." she said a little too coyly.
She has a good head on her shoulders and she has tricked me many times in the past. i prefer to think of it as her taking advantage of my innocence. The sound of her voice worried me some. i didn't want to inspire her to prove how crafty she could be.
"i would never think of you as being overly predictable." i complimented her as i tried to verbally manuver to her good side.
"That's good, because I have a surprise for you." she responded in a voice that was way too friendly.
"Really? For meeeeEEEeeeieooo! Yeowch!" i got out as i felt an ice cube being touched to the small of my back! "Brrrr! That was sneaky!"
"Really? Not predictable? You did look so overheated. Perhaps i should pour this whole glass of icewater on you?"
"Gosh no! Really!"
i felt more than a few drops spatter on my arm. It was frigid and where the drops splashed on my neck, face, back, wherever felt just as chilled. i yelped and jerked in my bonds.
"I'm gonna do it!" j taunted me.
"No j, please don't do it! i mean it! Please!"
"Hmmm... how about a drop at a time? Such sweet torture!"
She may have been considering dumping the whole glass on me but i felt confident that now that i had begged her not to do that she wouldn't. i was just as certain that she would dribble the whole glass on me slowly. Not something that i wanted her to do, but certainly within her rights to do if that's what she felt inspired to do.
i was composing a sentence in my head to thank her for not dumping the whole glass (when you find yourself in a position like i was in you find that exprssing yourself carefully and with a thought to what you are going to say and how that will be heard by the other person is very important.) My stomache was doing flips and my arms and legs were quivering (partually due to mussle tiredness and partually due to excess adrenaline. i heard j kneel beside me and felt her tongue lick away the water on my shoulder, neck, face, and then my back. Exquisite torture! i moaned softly in appreciation.
She finished licking the water from my body and softly told me that the moaning had to stop. "Promise me no more moaning or I will have to gag you. This is a pretty big glass and i can't have you making all that noise for the hour it will take me to slowly empty it. Now be quiet!"
She knew what she was asking of me. i thought i knew too, but when she poured on some more water and it ran down my body and then she began to lick and kiss it off it was too much for me to handle. i moaned in spite of me best efforts not to make a noise. She stopped and in my mind's eye i could picture her kneeling beside me with her hands on her hips pouting prettily and waiting for an appoligy.
"Sorry. i don't think i can stop myself." i explained. "Please gag me. i beg for a gag, please."
"I should think so!" j giggled.
She got a gag and put it on me. i was toatlly helpless as she poured on more water and licked it off. It felt like it went on forever and when she announced that the water was all gone she then began with the ice cubes! By the time it was over i was trembling all over with excitement and need gone rampant. She had me service her and finally she gave me relief - and i don't mean that she untied me, not for some time!
And so, Master of mine, that concludes a feeble discription of the first night. i know there is no way that i can hold myself together here at work trying to type in the second part right now so i will do that at another time. Let me stop here by thanking you Master Chris for such a wonderful evening and i will take the liberty of thanking you for j, she seemed to like it too.
Thank you Master Chris,
your grateful slave.
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