I’ve always enjoyed the thought of being tied up, movie scenes with the kidnapped woman tied to the train tracks by the evil man made me wet. While living with my parents, I didn’t have much time to play although my high school boyfriend did tie me to his bed with belts a few times. I’d kept the bondage flame going by quietly tying my hands and feet together with scarves under the covers on nights when I couldn’t sleep. Sometimes I’d use sharpies or the round handled hairbrush in my pussy or ass although usually I just used my fingers. I’d rub myself and mock struggle while dreaming about a future where I could experience all the things I’d seen on the Internet’s dirty underbelly. I’d spent so many hours studying how to tie myself up and exploring my body at every chance I got. While I’m not certain it has anything to do with my thoughts, receiving punishment enemas from a nun in middle school might leave an impression on you but who am I to judge?
Sophomore year I had a textiles lab that taught me to sew. I used these skills to put together a full set of leather cuffs with a matching posture collar. Last semester in metals lab I learned to weld stainless steel and tried to make a pair of metal superhero panties. I used 3/8″ rods and hand-hammered 18-gauge sheet to build what ended up closer to a tight crotch cage barely covering my pussy and asshole than anything Wonder Woman would wear. Even though it’s only half-done it locks on with leather straps and can take padlocks allowing it to work as a chastity cage. Now I can finally use it without anybody barging in.
Since everybody always asks, I’m a normal girl with long straight hair, an athletic body, and perky tits, or at least that’s what I’ve been told. I work out and run but not as much as I probably should. I like how my nipples are sensitive and how they stiffen and turn crimson when I get excited but I wish my boobs were bigger. I was neither popular nor shunned in high school, everybody was nice to me but I didn’t have any memorable times, losing my virginity at junior prom was so cliche. Anyway, I graduated and got the hell out and now I live in a mid-sized town with a state university, no I won’t tell you which one. A few miles away, on the edge of town beside the forest, there is a big public park where today’s story takes place.
Sipping my morning coffee I thought, today is the day I’m going to do it, beautiful weather, I’ve had weeks to plan and prepare everything, it’s now or never. I’ve created a predicament quest, I plan to use my cuffs then fill myself with water and insert my vibrator locking it all on with my metal panties and force myself to walk in chains until I can get free.
Last week I bought one of these computer-controlled vibrators with g-spot and clit motors that I programmed with a random building pattern that will run for hours. On a whim, I’d ordered an inflatable butt plug that the ad said was medium but what I got sure feels large and I’ll use that to hold my enema in. My cage will prevent me from touching myself or removing the plug and a ten-foot chain I got from the hardware store will complete the bondage. I also picked up 2 sets of common keyed padlocks and a few metal rings and clips to let me attach the chain wherever I needed.
After making a cup of coffee, I put on my jogging pants and sweatshirt and drove to the park. I jogged the main trail branching off to a much older rugged loop path running through the woods that starts fairly close to the parking lot. At around one mile down this trail, I saw a distinctive tree and hid the spare key to the trunk of my car under a rock before returning home.
Once I got back home I laid out both sets of locks, the cuffs, collar, chain, and plugs on my bed before hopping into the shower. I had one of those big red shower bags just like the nuns used and the same Dr. Bronners peppermint castile soap but I upgraded to a nice long smooth nozzle. Between shaving and washing my ass from the inside, I’m not sure which got more soap but after a couple of one-quart salt water and soap enemas, I am quite sure I’m cleaned out.
I dried off and made myself a big thermos of coffee and filled a big pitcher with hot water and a tablespoon of salt for my enema. I hung the now full bag on my robe hook and went about getting my clothes ready. I put on a tiny lace push-up demi-cup bra that makes my tits look huge, a pair of stud earrings, a tight white t-shirt, and sandals saving my now too small school-girl plaid skirt for later. I looked like a beer tub girl in the mirror and that made me smile. The 2 sets of keys unlocked 2 sets of padlocks. I donned my wrist and ankle cuffs and locked them with padlocks keyed to set 1, the same ones that will lock my panties and collar on. My rubber ring gag and the second set of padlocks, all unlocked goes into my gym bag with the chains and locker lock. I place the keys for the cuffs in the tool shed and lock that door with a lock from the other set whose keys are in my basement.
Returning to my bedroom I finish my coffee and drop to my knees taking the nozzle and lubricating it well. Sliding the long nozzle up to the base I click the valve open one notch. Nothing yet, open it another notch and I feel the warmth starting to spread in my belly as I drop my shoulders to the ground. Breath deeply I remind myself as I feel the fluid working its way up my bowels. 20 seconds, the bag is starting to look smaller but the flow has not slowed. ‘I can do it!’ I repeat at least a dozen times as the bag empties and I close the valve. Rolling onto my side I grab the inflatable plug and lube it before pressing it into my ass. The sting as the widest part passes my sphincter makes me clench my cheeks several times before I can grab the vibrator, turn it on and slip it into my now very wet pussy. Slipping the metal panties over my crotch I tightly fasten the leather belts and lock them in place.
Standing up I pull on my plaid skirt, now very tight and well above the knee. Looking in the mirror I admire the way a couple of quarts of water makes me look pregnant. This feeling of being stretched by the water is weird and wonderful but hard to explain. A quick splash of bright red lipstick, grab my bag and a towel and I’m ready to go. I put the top down on my little convertible to feel the sun and because I get a rush out of the truckers honking. One quick check to see that I have my other items and I’m off to the park. Shortly after pulling out the dildo in my pussy starts randomly buzzing away and I keep getting wetter but every time I get close it stops. I might have done too good of a job programming this thing I muse as I approach the largely empty park.