The Self-Bondage Fool
Here’s a very short story I’ve written. I think some of you will appreciate it. I’d love to hear your thoughts and opinions on it.
“You did WHAT?” my wife’s voice rang out through the bedroom from my phone on the nightstand. Her tone was the impatient one of a parent frustrated at a child’s behavior.
“I cuffed myself to the bed,” I repeated sheepishly. She didn’t reply, so I continued. “My ankles are tied to the footboard and my wrists are cuffed to the headboard. And…” I hesitated before saying, “I put the nipple clamps on and vibrating buttplug in.” Then, in my defense, I added, “I thought you’d be home by now.”
I could hear her breathe out sharply through her nose and I could tell her lips were pursed in strained patience. “Well, Pierson has the stomach flu and I’m the only doctor who can cover him, so I got roped into doing a double shift. I won’t be home for eight hours. Minimum.”
There was silence as we both processed the situation.
She spoke first, “I assume you can’t reach the keys?”
“I left them downstairs on the hook where your car keys go,” I said, defeated.
“You realize why this is a problem, right?” she asked with justified impatience and condescension. “A tied up person should never be left alone. If you start choking or something, a kinky game can result in death. This is NOT safe play,” she admonished.
I told her that I knew and that I was sorry and that I thought it would be sexy to lie here helpless until she got home…I just only thought it would be for about 10 minutes.
She sighed in resignation. “Well, I’ll keep my ringer on. Use Siri to call me again if you’re having an emergency. I’ll try to figure something out.”
She hung up, leaving me with my thoughts. I had been lying there for nearly 45 minutes, probably. I didn’t note the time I lay down and there was no clock on the wall. My phone was charging on the nightstand, out of reach. The clamps on my nipples and the slow steady vibration of the plug in my ass were keeping me turned on and hard. And immensely frustrated. I was desperate to cum, even if it was by masturbation. The idea of being like this another 8 hours was daunting, to say the least.
Megan was right, of course, what I did was dumb and dangerous, but I thought she would be home soon and it would be sexy for her to find me like that. Lesson learned.
Some time later—I truly didn’t know how long—I heard the front door open. “Meg! Thank god” I called out. She didn’t answer, but I heard her walk slowly up the stairs and toward our open bedroom door.
But it wasn’t Megan who came into the room. It was Lauren, her friend, our neighbor. There I was, butt naked on the bed, arms and legs spread, nipple clamps on, and cock fully erect and my wife’s best friend was looking at me. My face turned beet-red.
“I…can explain…” I blurted out, though what I was planning on saying, I don’t know.
“No need,” she replied. She were smiling. “Meg told me the whole story. She asked me to come over.”
I relaxed, though I was still blushing. “Oh, thank god. The keys are downstairs on the pegs where we keep the car keys. If you just unlock one wrist, I can do the rest.”
“Well, actually” Lauren said in a very matter-of-fact way, “Meg was quite clear: I am not to unlock you or let you up. She wants you exactly like this when she gets home. She says you have a lesson to learn. I’m just here in case you have an emergency.”
My mouth dropped and my mind reeled. She moved around the room and plugged something in and set it on the dresser. I realized it was a baby monitor camera.
She turned towards the door and said, “I’ll be downstairs. Let me know if you need anything.”