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Self Bound 2
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Self Bound II - The Next Morning
Written by KinkMan
I hadn't planned on writing a continuation of my original Self Bound story,
but a recommendation from one user and a request from another led me to decide
that a continuation was in order. As always I hope you like it and would
appreciate any input you have. -: KinkMan :-
The minutes pass by interminably as I fitfully attempt to get to sleep.
Finally after what seems like hours, but was probably only minutes, my will
cracks and I give in to the burning pain in my breasts. Tears flow from my
eyes as I reach up(with more than a little difficulty) and remove the clamps
from my breasts. When the clamps come free a wave of stinging pain rips
through my body instead of the pleasure I expected. I scream into my gag as
the bloodflow returns to my tortured tits, this is the punishment I deserve
for failing my imaginary master, and as the pain dies away I thank him for
punishing me for my failure. After that I slowly drift off to a deep sleep.
At 6 AM I was awakened from a pleasant dream by my alarm clock. Having
forgotten about my chained wrists, I reach up to turn of the alarm only to
come well short of the DAMN thing. After a minute of trying to lift my hands
up to it I finally manage to turn it off by kneeling on the bed so I can reach
the headboard. With a little more effort I manage to get the blindfold off
and make my way to the bathroom. Going to the bathroom is more difficult than
I had expected since I can't reach things the way I normally would and these
shoes still have thrown my balance off a little. It's now about 6:15 so I
decide I'd better unshackle myself so I can get ready for work and get there
on time, besides my jaw is sore and I can't wait to get the gag out of my
mouth. Th...th...The box is EMPTY!!!! THERE ARE NO KEYS!!!!!! SHIT!!!!! For
the next few minutes I just stare down at the box, the shocked expression on
my face dampened only by the gag in my mouth. Slowly conscious thought
returns and I start to look for ways out of my predicament. After a little
experimentation(and some scraped up wrists) I discover that there's no way to
slip my hands out of their shackles. A trip back to the bathroom gets me a
hairpin, but I find I'm unable to work the locks on either my hands or
ankles. Finally I do a little work and manage to pry the gag loose from my
mouth. My jaw aches and my mouth feels dry as dust while I think about my
next move.
The first thing I decide to do is get a drink of water, after removing my
high heels I make my way back to the bathroom and discover that my shackled
arms make drinking very difficult, after getting only a few sips(and very wet)
I figure out a solution and head to the kitchen for a straw. My thirst
quenched I sit at the kitchen table and think over my fate. Calling 911 or a
locksmith would both be terminally embarrassing, but I can't seem to come up
with a better solution. As I'm about to get up and make the call a thought
strikes me, if I contact the supplier, they can probably send me a new set of
keys overnight express, I've got plenty of vacation time built up so I'll give
my boss a call and tell him I want to take a 4 day weekend. Today's Thursday
so I'll just spend today shackled and after the mail gets here on Friday I'll
be free. I've got a mail slot on my front door so I don't even have to risk
being see when I get the mail. My mind made up I call my boss and the place
that made my toys and everything works out fine with them. As I hang up the
phone I think about my day of unwitting bondage and the juices in my cunt
begin to flow. A shiver runs up my spine as I think how similar this day
could be to the day of a real slave, if only I could find myself a real
master.
Oh well, time for this slut to get about her day. With shuffling
steps I make my way back to the bedroom so I can put my heels and nipple
clamps back on. It took several minutes to work my shoes back on and then it
was time for the clamps. I shivered as I though of the pain the night before
but real master wouldn't stand such hesitation so I put them on. The pain was
worse than I remembered it and I wanted to remove them immediately but knew
that I must continue if I'm to be a good slave. My resolve strengthened I
made my way back to the kitchen and started breakfast, breakfast is quite an
endeavor when you can't reach over your head, fortunately I have a step stool
or it would be impossible to get anything from the higher shelves or the
freezer. Cooking naked isn't so bad until I get to the bacon, grease splashes
are annoying when they hit your arms, but when a droplet hit my breasts for
the first time I thought I was going to go insane! Cooking breakfast wasn't
too hard but eating provided it's own difficulties when I found I couldn't
reach my mouth very easily, a good portion of my food found it's way onto my
breasts and I was sure any master would be displeased with the sorry state of
this slave.
Unfortunately I could think of only one easy way to punish myself
since spanking or beating myself is almost impossible like this. With a messy
body and a wince at the thought of what I must do, I made my way to my junk
drawer and dug through it searching for a clothespin. It took a couple
minutes but I finally found one, with more than a little hesitation I spread
myself as wide as my ankle chains would allow and clipped it onto my cunt
lips. The pain was like nothing I'd felt before and fresh tears leaked from
my eyes as I bit back a scream. Slowly and with great care I shambled
back into the kitchen to clean up my breakfast mess, ever second a burning
moment of agony that tests my will to suffer through this punishment. Tears
stream down my face as I collect up the dishes and make my way in to the sink.
As I begin to pour the water to wash the dishes the pain makes a sudden and
startling transformation...IT FEELS SO GOOD!!! I almost fall to my knees from
a feeling almost as powerful as any orgasm, even my sore nipples feel good as
my hand wanders to my pussy to play with myself. Suddenly I awake from my
reverie and realize that I'm supposed to be punishing myself. With more than
a little sadness I remove the clothespin from my lips and moments later a
searing bolt of pain shoots through my entire body. I collapse to my knees
sobbing as the pain slowly begins to fade away. After about five minutes I'm
able to get back up and finish cleaning the kitchen.
Time for a shower I tell myself as I look over my handiwork, It took
almost an hour to clean up after my messy breakfast but with a little effort I
managed to pull it off. Now it's time to clean up this slave's messy body.
My nipples are screaming in agony by the time I get to the bathroom so I
decide to remove the clamps before taking a shower, a wave of relief shoots
through my body as I remove the clamps from my red and swollen nipples. Then I
remove my shoes and climb into the tub, after fiddling with the water I get
it to a nice temperature and turn the shower on. The warm water caresses my
body, relieving many of the aches I developed over a night of bondage. When I
turn around to face the steaming water, it feels so good on my tortured
breasts that I almost orgasm from the wonderful feeling. Getting a grip on
myself before I slip into laxness I start to lather up only to discover that I
can't properly reach much of my messy face and neck, with a little careful
thought I get my back scrubber and loop a soapy washcloth over it. This
allows me to scrub my face clean and convinces me that washing my hair had
better wait till I once again have arms to do it with. Finally I emerge fromthe
shower freshly cleaned and shaved, my desire to complete my day of bondage
refreshed by the cleansing waters of the shower.
I wince at the thought of returning those wicked clamps of steel to my
breasts, but know that it must be done. The return of the pain is quite a
shock and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. After only a minute I get
used to the pain and head downstairs to clean the apartment in preparation for
my imaginary master. The stairs are a difficult experience hobbled as I am,
but I manage to navigate them. The routine of cleaning up is complicated by
my shackles but I somehow manage, as the day passes the butt-plug and nipple
clamps begin to become more and more just another part of my body, even the
chains are getting easier to move around in. Dinner is a bit of a chore but I
manage with much greater ease than breakfast and am able to clean up with a
washcloth rather than take another shower. After an evening of kneeling at my
masters feet and watching television I make my way to bed where I take off the
nipple clamps and shoes to a feeling of great relief. Carefully I chain
myself to the foot of the bed with a dog chain and insert a vibrator into my
constantly wet pussy. Try as I might I am unable to keep from orgasming and
will have to punish myself for it in the morning, for now the aftershocks of
my third orgasm are making this slut sleepy....zzzz
Self Bound will continue in a third and possibly final chapter at some later
date.
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