THE ADVENTURES OF TERRI AND JENNIFER
CHAPTER THREE
HELPLESSNESS
This is my favorite time in self-bondage. Feeling the last lock click shut,
taking that last chance for freedom away, gives a rush that is very hard to
describe. What if, as I was locking the last lock I happen to look around at the
ice holding my key to freedom and see it lying on the floor or maybe that the
string was not tied correctly and that I had just sealed my fate for the next
several hours with no hope for escape except for my girlfriend finding the note.
What If!
Before I had started my bondage experience, I had place a full length mirror in
front of me. When I looked in it, I saw a young girl dressed in black shiny
latex and white leather boots, completely bound and gagged.
I felt just about how I looked. I could not move more than a couple of inches in
any direction. The vibrator was doing it's job of keeping me very stimulated,
and any movement was instantly transmitted to my nipples through the springs and
nipple clamps.
The one thing that I had forgotten, was to look at the clock. I knew it was in
the early afternoon and that was it, and I also new from experience that I had
about two and a half hours before the ice holding the key to my wrist cuffs
would melt. I did not know however, how long the ice holding the other string
and weight would last. I assumed that it would fall sooner just because of the
additional weight. As it turned out I was right!
After a while, the VCR started and I tried to "relax" and watch some of my
favorite bondage movies. It was hard to concentrate on the movies with the
vibrator going. My mind started to drift and fantasize. I dreamed that I was
some mistress's slave that was being punished for some small deed that had not
pleased her. I also fantasized that while I was bound and gagged, my girlfriend
walked into the room and found me. Instead of releasing me, however, she
continued to tease me and tighten my already tight bondage. It was these kind of
thoughts that made the bondage all that more exciting.