Having It All

Chapter Two-3

“So there I was. Ready for the last few measures in the really thrilling reenactment. I had no audience except the camera and the mirror unfortunately, but I was revved up pretty much on my own. I was wet between my legs and I was having a great time. The ropes around my legs and ankles were staying tight and so I moved to the next step. I went back to making the arm band loop. I fashioned a triple strand loop, tied the rope ends together and slipped one side of the loop over my hands and pushed it up over the elbow. Then, I put both arms behind me and struggled a bit while I slipped the other part of the loop over the other hand and wiggled the rope up over the elbow. This made effective, snug elbow bondage, but one that I knew I could get out of. It was still a bit too loose, so I removed it and shortened the loop a bit and tested it again until I was sure it would work well enough and not slid down once my hands were bound behind me. To make it even better, I twisted the rope twice, forming two loops, one to go around each arm above the elbow. This, even though I had done it many times before, it turned out, was another mistake.

“Anyone getting bored yet?” Katy asked, rather breathlessly, pulling on her handcuffed wrists behind the seat a bit now and then as she related the self-bondage tale.

“Not me,” said Frank.

“Not me,” added Ellen. “This is getting really interesting.”

“Okay. So, next, I took one of the ropes that was dangling from the overhead beam and carefully tied a bowline loop in each end. With the rope over the beam, I pulled until the two loops hung at about the same level and then again, I measured to see if they were at about the right place for my hands to be fastened. I had to bend over to check this and it would force my hands and arms up, almost horizontal. Happy with this arrangement, I put the arm band through one of the dangling bowline loops and, holding on to the other hanging loop so it wouldn’t be pulled up over the beam; I started to wiggle my left arm through the arm band loop. This wasn’t easy and I got frustrated because it was a very difficult position and one arm would go in but getting the second arm in was difficult. I also knew that if I dropped the arm loop I couldn’t bend down and retrieve it without untying my legs. I fought with this for what seemed like hours and then, suddenly, the right arm went in and the arm loop was at my now close together elbows, just above the glove tops. I was really sweating now, but I slowly eased the arm band further up over both elbows so that it was pinning my biceps above the top of the gloves, pushing my t**s out and forcing my shoulders rigidly back. I am not double jointed, but with exercise, practice at home and constant workouts, I am able to keep my elbows pressed together for a long time. This is where that preparation was paying off.

“I was so happy that I had accomplished this that I made my next move without any real thought. I had the second bowline loop in my right hand, so I slipped the wrist chain over the left wrist, put it through the second bowline loop and put my right hand into the chain loop. I twisted one hand quickly to take up the chain’s slack and there, at that moment, I was, more tightly and thoroughly bound and gagged than I had dared to imagine. Everything worked. I was ecstatic. The suspension was quite perfect. Any attempt to lower my hands tightened the strain on my arms as the rope over the beam slid like it was on a pulley. If I raised my hands, the tension on the upper arms lessened.

“I don’t know about you guys, but this was a self bondage submissive’s dream come true and I was more or less constantly coming as I rubbed my bound legs together, shifted my feet and watched myself in the mirror. Tears mixed with sweat and other body fluids as I hung there. I also knew that I wasn’t getting out of this for awhile. Physically and emotionally thrilled, I had an incredible orgasm right there, shivering and shaking and yelling into my gag as I hung by my wrists and elbows in the loft. At some point, I remembered to fire the camera a few times. The flash worked and the photos shot out of the camera onto the floor.

“I was, except for the chained wrists, a perfectly bound and captive Gwendolyn match. I could see myself easily in the mirror and I got even wetter between my legs. I knew that having taken the final step of putting the arm band and wrist chain on, I had perhaps violated my own code about back-ups and safety, but I was having far too much fun at the moment to worry about getting free.”

“That’s not uncommon in auto-bondage,” Frank offered as Katy stopped to get her breath. “I think most of us get carried away with the moment and our guard is down and then we may make mistakes. At least you decided not to use the handcuffs!”

“Oh yeah,” said Katy quickly. “If I had put cuffs on, I would have been even more freaked out. And I really love handcuffs, as you can tell,” she said as she rattled the cuffs that held her hands behind the seat. “There’s something in hearing the cuffs ratchet closed and feeling it on your wrists that is like nothing else.”

She hesitated a moment, and then added: “Well, I suppose its relative. Having a tight rubber or leather hood pulled closed behind your head, or having that huge ball gag jammed into your mouth. All of those things have a psychological impact on the submissive, in self bondage or otherwise, don’t you think?”

“I agree,” said Ellen. “When I play dom it’s always evident that certain moves cause much stronger reactions with the victim than others. Some people will have an orgasm just seeing a gag or hood or chastity belt. Much depends on the relationship between the top and the bottom, as well as on the driving motivation for the session in the first place.”

“The driving motivation in this case was to simulate what I had seen in the Sweet Gwen books. That was all,” said Katy. “Perhaps I thought that eventually Secret Agent 69 would come by and free me. Gwen, I mean. As I struggled, the blouse began to come off my shoulders and this was even more erotic for me. I realized that I had been moving so much that I had literally popped the lower buttons on the blouse and was now more or less fully exposed from neck to waist with the collar of the blouse back over my shoulders and the sleeves sliding down to my arm bondage. That situation would come up again later, but at the moment, I really don’t know what I was thinking.

“I took more pictures, turning sideways as much as I could and hoping that the camera would catch the lovely arm bondage with my elbows nearly together and my shoulders pulled back, my hanging breasts fighting to get out of the bra cups and my obviously stressed look as I struggled to escape.”

“I’d love to see those photos,” Frank interjected, getting another whack on the shoulders from Ellen.

“I have them in an album at home,” said Katy. “Maybe we can do a book.”

“Go on, Katy. Sorry we interrupted,” said Ellen.

“So anyway,” said Katy, picking up the thread. “The hanging rope loop held my arms and hands up and out away from my body and I had to bend over even more to ease the strain on my shoulders. Looking up into the mirror, I was pleased to see that I saw a perfect reproduction of Gwen, at least in my head. I was totally enthralled. Anyone who might have been watching would have had a great shot of my breasts nearly popping out of the bra cups, my hair getting into my eyes and my ass sticking out behind me. I was soaked in sweat, my panties were glued to my ass and crotch and the tops of my stockings were wet with the combination of sweat and drool and seepage from my p***y. I was already wishing that I had violated the Willie image and put a nice tight, multi strand crotch rope in place, but it was too late for that.

“I was the captive in the old barn and I was very well restrained. I was there for anyone who found me to do with me as they wanted. I moaned into the gag. I struggled and wiggled my arms, switched weight from one bound foot to the other, tugging at the floor chain. I waved my hands at the empty air and twitched my aching shoulders. I used the last of the photos in the camera.

“This went on for quite awhile, but eventually I was getting tired. My feet ached from the ultra high heels and the position was killing my arms and shoulders, not to mention my chained wrists. It was now late afternoon and it was time to get loose. Only I couldn’t. No matter how I twisted my wrists, I could not loosen the chain loop. I twisted the chain one way and then the other. The loops on my wrists eased only a little bit, but did not come free. I then figured that I could improve my position a bit by getting the elbow bondage off. I tried this several times, but the sweat-soaked sleeves of the snugly fitted blouse, which was now around my upper arms and the buttons at the tops of the gloves wouldn’t let me wiggle the triple rope loop band down over the elbows. This meant that the arm band wasn’t coming off my arms and the suspension from the beam, held by my hands, would not allow enough slack. I was screwed.”