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My adventure into Self Bondage — Caught. I was married but after a few years my wife and I decided to part company. I was devastated at first but then decided to get on with my life.

Our sex life had been reasonable but at least now I could explore my quirky interest in bondage. This is largely a true story. I found the internet a great source of inspiration and ideas and after compiling some equipment I decided to find a partner to share my enthusiasm.

In frustration I read some stories about self bondage that stayed nagging in my mind so I decided to give it a go. I flat with Ian who is in his mid thirties but he was often away on business trips. I impatiently waited for him to go away on his next trip so that I could try my new adventure.

Finally the day came and I raced home from work with my heart racing with excitement. Anyway I wanted to experience the sensation of being in bondage even if I could get free whenever I choose to.

I tied two cords with nooses to the bed posts at the foot of the bed and placed a pair of hand stories around the rail of the bed head. I found myself getting very turned on and excited with all this preparation and hurriedly took off all my clothes. I lay down on the bed and placed my feet in the nooses which spread my legs really wide and I wondered if they were too wide to be comfortable but decided to continue. I checked the key to my handcuffs was under the pillow and within reach and self reached to imprison my hands in the cuffs.

I hesitated and decided to give my cock a few strokes to make sure I would be good and frustrated. My frustration and excitement grew alarmingly quickly and I had to force myself not to just keep going and orgasm. As an after thought I wrapped a hand towel firmly around my cock and reached up and then placed my hands in the handcuffs.

They made a wonderful clicking noise as I closed them around my wrists. I closed my eyes and imagined that I was at the mercy of a beautiful woman who was tormenting me and found myself getting very excited and frustrated again.

I moved my hips and thrust upwards trying to get enough catch from the towel around my cock to cum. This was hopeless of course and was to no avail and only made me more desperate to cum. After twenty minutes or so I released myself from the handcuffs and wanked myself to a very satisfying orgasm. Although this was exciting and fun, I wanted to take the next step where a release mechanism would determine how long I would have to wait to get my hand around my cock.

I read up some more about this and decided a key frozen in ice was the best method. The more I planned and prepared for this adventure the more my anticipation and excitement grew. I thought long and hard about a safety back up plan, bondage heed of the warnings others have written on the internet about things going wrong and not being able to get free.

Ian was going to be away for a week on his next trip, and anyway I would have died of humiliation had it been necessary for him to rescue me should the worst occur. I was certain I could do this safely on my own, but decided it would be stupid not to have a back up plan. The only person I could turn to was Jill. She had been a friend for many years, and although a few years older than me we had a great relationship.

We could discuss anything, but I had not told her about my bondage escapades, however unbeknown to me, she had her suspicions. We had never had sex together, although it had come close a couple of times after a few drinks. I was sure I would be free long before Jill arrived and that would be a pleasant finish to my adventure.

I wanted to try my next session standing up and I wondered how I was going to explain the hook in the lounge ceiling. Oh well, I would deal with later. I asked Jill to arrive at pm so that meant I planned to be free by and I wanted to be in bondage for about an hour.

I raced home at laid out the story, then had a shower, my anticipation and excitement increasing all the time. I took my frozen key out of the freezer. I had partially fill a small sealable plastic bag with water then folded it in half with the key in the crease and frozen it. From trials I found this would take between 45 and 60 minutes depending on the room temperature. With my heart pounding I tied a length of strong washing line rope catch handcuffs attached, to the ceiling hook at a height I could comfortably reach with my arms stretched upwards.

The ice containing the key was also tied to the hook just out of reach of my fingers in such a way that the key would fall into my hands when the ice thawed. I had tried this out without locking the handcuffs many times and it worked flawlessly, so I had absolutely no doubt, I would have had my fun and be free long before Jill arrived. I stripped off my clothes and stood naked and realized my body was trembling with excitement. I stood beneath my dangling handcuffs and strapped a leg spreader to my ankles to keep my legs wide apart to reduce my mobility and increase the feeling of being trapped with no control.

Hands shaking, I realized all was ready and the moment had arrived. My cock felt like it was about to burst as I gave it a few bondage strokes to heighten my arousal self quickly reached up and locked my hands in the cuffs before I chickened out. It took me a few minutes to come to terms with what I had done but I was soon overtaken by the excitement of being in bondage and already, the increasing urgency to cum.

The helplessness of my position added to my self inflicted sexual torture which caused my hips to gyrate in a futile attempt to find relief. My legs were held apart by the spreader so no chance of trapping my cock between my thighs. I was lost in the pleasure of the moment with my imagination starting to work overtime. Imagining a beautiful woman with carrying a whip tormenting me, and anticipating the orgasm I would have when I got free when suddenly I thought I heard a noise that rudely jolted me back to reality. Did I imagine it??

Oh no, a knock on the door. Minutes passed and I started to breathe easier because whoever it was had obviously gone away.

But oh no, I hear the rattle of a key in the door. Whoever it is, this is bondage to be very humiliating and embarrassing. Hoping it was Steve who had decided to let himself in and have a story while waiting for me to come home, I decided to try my luck and called out that I was busy right now and could he come back in an hour, hoping Steve might think I had and woman with me and do the buddy thing and go.

I had hardly got the words out when the door to the lounge started to open very very slowly. With my heart racing I waited to see the face that would inevitably appear. Being seen like this was going to be the most embarrassing moment of my life. I watched her intently with my humiliation washing over me as she caught towards me and waited for her first words.

I became aware that Jill was looking straight at my face and up at my handcuffs and not down at my nakedness. She replied that I could have just asked. I noticed that she had continued to focus just on my face and hands so I naively thought she would was doing this to not cause me any greater humiliation and she would simply free me. I asked her to take down the plastic bag and get the key by running hot water over it.

It was then that I realized Jill was playing a game with me by tormenting me with her eyes. She kept staring into my eyes, then down to my shoulders and then back up to my hands, self care not to look lower than my chest.

Oh god, what would she think when she finally looks down, the humiliation of it all. My mind was racing, I could tell her to go away, free myself, wank myself off and then enjoy dinner with her. But the alternative was very exciting and my cock was now pulsing with excitement. Jill the insisted that I asked her to stay and say that she could do anything she liked with me in full. After a moments thought I did as she asked. Suddenly I felt completely trapped but very excited with it. Jill came back from the kitchen still taking care to focus only on my face and came up to within a metre of me.

As she said this, and without looking down she reached out and lightly grasped my cock. Nothing had ever felt so good or intense. It was electrifying and I thought I was going to cum right there and then. I groaned in frustration and then Jill announced she needed to go home to get changed and should be back within 30 minutes or so.

I could not believe it and again I pleaded with her not to go. I begged her to story my frustration and set me loose. She went to the door and stood there for nearly a minute just watching me and my gyrating hips, smiled and went out to her car and drove bondage. Well this was far from what I had planned but it was certainly exciting and agonizingly frustrating waiting while contemplating my fate. Jill finally arrived back after what seemed like a year dressed in a flowing black gown that was open enough at the top to show the start of her breasts and glimpses of a black lacy bra.

She came over to me enjoying my very obvious discomfort and ran her finger nails lightly up and down my back and then my chest then moving down to my inner thighs down to my ankles being very careful not to come in contact with my cock. This caused a series of shudders of pleasure and frustration deep within me. I again pleaded with her to make me cum, but she instead ran her finger nails around my balls and lightly up and down the length of my catch.

The effect it had on me was unbelievable and Jill smiled at her handy work. She asked if I was ready and said I had to count out loud and if Self stopped counting she would stop pulling. Oh no, I forgot to count so she stopped. She smiled and laughed at me while I moved around in a hopeless despairing dance within the confines of my bondage. This was the sweetest torture ever. I now realized this was likely to be a long night. After I settled down a bit Jill asked if I would like her to bare her breasts for me.

When the blindfold was securely on me Jill took her top off and tormented me by rubbing her bare breasts against my chest, even allowing me to briefly suck her nipples at times. All through the evening she kept playing her game of twenty pulls to the point that I was almost glad of the blindfold because I was nearly crying in frustration.