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MOSTLY A TRUE STORY
One Friday afternoon both my roommate and I arrived home about the same time. Over a beer he told me he was going trolling at the local bar later.
I was a bit older than he and had no desire to party or drink, so the talk got aroung to locking me up in a wrist /ankle set of cuffs until he got back. I had just bought them in the mail and hadn't had a chance to really try them out yet so I said OK. He urged me to slip into a swim suit or shorts as clothes might just get in the way (of all the clinking he was thinking).
I retired to the bedroom and emerged in my USMC swim suit / shorts carrying the darby cuff chain assembly. He pronounced his approval and clamped the cuffs with only 3 inches between them on in front of me.
Bending down he began to affix the ankle fetters with about 18 inches apart hooked in the middle to the verticle chain, as I reminded him it wasn't too late to change his mind (was I having a premonition?). CLICK, pause CLICK. I was fully locked up.
He put the keys on the center top of the refrigerator "in case of an emergency" telling me that if I were to retrieve them, my next weekend would be a liquid diet one. "A what?" "Liquid diet because all you will have will be the leather straitjacket and a straw for the whole weekend." I knew him and I knew when he wasn't kidding. I was safer than I knew. Read on for why...
With that, he said "see ya" and was out the door. I was alone.
I was left in ankle to wrist shackles keeping my hands at about waist level. I thought it was great - I could use the tv remote, type and play on the computer, sleep. I thought it a bit comic that I had to bend my knees to scratch my nose, but that was part of the game. For the first couple of hours it was fun exploring my limitations and I knew he'd be home soon.
Right in the middle of a good TV show the phone rang. I pulled myself off the couch and oicked it up. It was him. I was hoping he wasn't having car trouble or such, but the news was far worse:
"I ran into a buddy of mine and will be staying over at his house tonight. See you tomorrow sometime. CLICK. He knew what I would likely say and didn't want to waste his time listening to my rantings or pleadings since in his mind I was a prisoner and was going to stay that way. Shit! 3 hours of this is already getting old and now I'm looking at another 12 or so?!?!
OK, part of me looked forward to the challenge, but the rest of me was formulating words not fit to print here. I thought I could sleep in these, but now I'll find out for sure.
When totally screwed, what do you do? EAT!
I started to get hungry so I went to the refrigerator and was shocked to learn I couldn't get my hands above the second lowest shelf. Nothing there! I went to the kitchen pantry and realized most of the goodies were chest high or better. I was trapped for at least 24 hrs, with 20 to go and no food unless I wanted to make a meal out of a ketchup bottle!
That education was enough, but there was more in store.
It really came home when I had to use the bathroom. It is quite an education to use toilet paper with handcuffs on!
I couldn't brush my teeth because I couldn't reach the toothbrush let alone open the medicine cabinet.
"Hell with it, I'm going to bed." I was able to get the covers as high as my lower chest before falling asleep.
I was awakened early the next morning by a noise at the front door. He's Back!
When my captor finally returned home I was very relieved - I was getting out of the chains!
NOT!
I met him in the living room and we sat and chatted a bit. I took a piss and he brought me some crackers from the kitchen. All the time I'm wondering why he hasn't released me.
He got up and told me to follow him back to my bedroom. OK, I'm getting out. Great - about time!
He dug in the toy box a bit (looking for the keys? did he forget he left them on the top of the refer just to torment me?).
"Turn around." Strange as the handcuffs and connecting chain were in front, but perhaps he was going to undo the shackles first. "
Did you leave the bathroom door open or closed?" "Open" came out as " Opmmmpf" I responded as he slipped a leather gag into my mouth buckling it more than tight behind my head. Then I felt him fiddling with the buckle and I heard that damned "click". It wasn't coming off until he was ready.
Then he marched me behind the partially open bedroom door. From the back he grabbed the descending chain and tied a rope into one of the links half way above my knees. He then squeezed a rope end under the back of the gag strap. Pushing me gently into the corner behind the door he tossed the rope over the upper door hinge. Then saying "I'm going out with Jim. Might be back sometime tomorrow."
He then pulled the rope very taught, tied a knot on the other side of the door,then closed it saying "Bye".
The rope took all the slack from the chains. My ankles were pulled together and my wrists pulled down. I couldn't give them any slack as my head was pinned to the door and I couldn't bend over. Hell, I was as much a part of the furniture as the door I was pulled into thus sealing my fate.
I started hollering "What? You can't leave me like this! Let me out! You can't leave!
It just didn't come out sounding anything like that nor loud enough to even disturb the cat.
I fell silent. I heard him on the phone but all I could understand was "goodbye."
Then I freaked (sort of anyway - what could I do?) as I heard the front door open and close.
"Shit!" He was serious and I'm totally trapped here able to roll my body about 30 degrees from side to side -- I was stuffed in the corner behind the door and my weight against it made certain it was not going to simply "pop" open.
This guy is having me set a new record of something.
Once my eyes got used to the dark I scanned every object in the room several times while trying to figure out a way out - like "HA" That wasn't happening.
This was only Saturday so we had another full day in the weekend.
Shit! He wouldn't...
He really wouldn't leave me like this all weekend, would he?
Time passed slowly to say the least. I tried to sleep standing up, but every time my head nodded forward that damn leather plug gag was pushed deeper into my mouth.
It was still daylight when I heard something in the house. The microwave alarm? No. what was it?
Then it dawned on me why
it sounded so familiar: It was his alarm clock. Hell. did he set it and forget it when he left? How long is that thing going to "entertain" me now?
Then my door opened squishing me against the wall in the process.
He never left. He did the front door routine and then crept back to his own bed for a 3 hr.nap.
So he closes the door (I'm still hanging there, unable to move or talk) and begins to strike up a conversation: a bit one sided at this point though.
I didn't care. He totally faked me out and I was so glad to see him I would have agreed to anything just to get out.
"well, did you have enough tine to get used to those chains?
To the extent I could I tried to nod my head and grunt a "yes".
"Are you ready to get out?"
"Umpgf" or something like it was all that came out.
"Would you agree that I know what is best for you in things like this? You see I'm planning on letting you out"
(What the hell was he leading up to: This is a set up but what choices have I got?)
"Umpgh" again still trying to nod my head.
"Here are your choices then: I don't think you have fully mastered this new toy and we BOTH know you want to master these, don't we?"
(Shit! here it comes)
Opton 1: you stay like this until Monday morning except we replace the gag with that heavy sensory deprivation leather helmet so nothing disturbs you (and you don't disturb me) until it is time to get ready for work.
Option 2: I let you out but every evening by 7pm you get into the same shorts, the same chains and the same gag but the gag can come out at 11pm. The rest of you gets out in the morning. You will do this through next Sunday. However any time you are late adds another 2 days. I'll do the shopping and feed you, but if I even think you are in violation of the agreement or you otherwise piss me off, you and this door will be close friends.
Fumbling in the toy box : "Hey this deprivation hood is reallt thick, isn't it"
(UGH!)
Which do you chose? Grunt once for number one or twice for number 2.
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Dear Reader - much of this story is true but by comment, you all will pick how it ends. Will it be option 1 or 2??? Chose.....
Chapter location:
1 waltb2b.deviantart.com/art/TAL…
2 waltb2b.deviantart.com/art/2-T…
3 waltb2b.deviantart.com/art/Cha…
4 waltb2b.deviantart.com/art/Cha…
5 waltb2b.deviantart.com/art/TAL…
6 waltb2b.deviantart.com/art/TAL…
7 waltb2b.deviantart.com/art/Tal…
MOSTLY A TRUE STORY
One Friday afternoon both my roommate and I arrived home about the same time. Over a beer he told me he was going trolling at the local bar later.
I was a bit older than he and had no desire to party or drink, so the talk got aroung to locking me up in a wrist /ankle set of cuffs until he got back. I had just bought them in the mail and hadn't had a chance to really try them out yet so I said OK. He urged me to slip into a swim suit or shorts as clothes might just get in the way (of all the clinking he was thinking).
I retired to the bedroom and emerged in my USMC swim suit / shorts carrying the darby cuff chain assembly. He pronounced his approval and clamped the cuffs with only 3 inches between them on in front of me.
Bending down he began to affix the ankle fetters with about 18 inches apart hooked in the middle to the verticle chain, as I reminded him it wasn't too late to change his mind (was I having a premonition?). CLICK, pause CLICK. I was fully locked up.
He put the keys on the center top of the refrigerator "in case of an emergency" telling me that if I were to retrieve them, my next weekend would be a liquid diet one. "A what?" "Liquid diet because all you will have will be the leather straitjacket and a straw for the whole weekend." I knew him and I knew when he wasn't kidding. I was safer than I knew. Read on for why...
With that, he said "see ya" and was out the door. I was alone.
I was left in ankle to wrist shackles keeping my hands at about waist level. I thought it was great - I could use the tv remote, type and play on the computer, sleep. I thought it a bit comic that I had to bend my knees to scratch my nose, but that was part of the game. For the first couple of hours it was fun exploring my limitations and I knew he'd be home soon.
Right in the middle of a good TV show the phone rang. I pulled myself off the couch and oicked it up. It was him. I was hoping he wasn't having car trouble or such, but the news was far worse:
"I ran into a buddy of mine and will be staying over at his house tonight. See you tomorrow sometime. CLICK. He knew what I would likely say and didn't want to waste his time listening to my rantings or pleadings since in his mind I was a prisoner and was going to stay that way. Shit! 3 hours of this is already getting old and now I'm looking at another 12 or so?!?!
OK, part of me looked forward to the challenge, but the rest of me was formulating words not fit to print here. I thought I could sleep in these, but now I'll find out for sure.
When totally screwed, what do you do? EAT!
I started to get hungry so I went to the refrigerator and was shocked to learn I couldn't get my hands above the second lowest shelf. Nothing there! I went to the kitchen pantry and realized most of the goodies were chest high or better. I was trapped for at least 24 hrs, with 20 to go and no food unless I wanted to make a meal out of a ketchup bottle!
That education was enough, but there was more in store.
It really came home when I had to use the bathroom. It is quite an education to use toilet paper with handcuffs on!
I couldn't brush my teeth because I couldn't reach the toothbrush let alone open the medicine cabinet.
"Hell with it, I'm going to bed." I was able to get the covers as high as my lower chest before falling asleep.
I was awakened early the next morning by a noise at the front door. He's Back!
When my captor finally returned home I was very relieved - I was getting out of the chains!
NOT!
I met him in the living room and we sat and chatted a bit. I took a piss and he brought me some crackers from the kitchen. All the time I'm wondering why he hasn't released me.
He got up and told me to follow him back to my bedroom. OK, I'm getting out. Great - about time!
He dug in the toy box a bit (looking for the keys? did he forget he left them on the top of the refer just to torment me?).
"Turn around." Strange as the handcuffs and connecting chain were in front, but perhaps he was going to undo the shackles first. "
Did you leave the bathroom door open or closed?" "Open" came out as " Opmmmpf" I responded as he slipped a leather gag into my mouth buckling it more than tight behind my head. Then I felt him fiddling with the buckle and I heard that damned "click". It wasn't coming off until he was ready.
Then he marched me behind the partially open bedroom door. From the back he grabbed the descending chain and tied a rope into one of the links half way above my knees. He then squeezed a rope end under the back of the gag strap. Pushing me gently into the corner behind the door he tossed the rope over the upper door hinge. Then saying "I'm going out with Jim. Might be back sometime tomorrow."
He then pulled the rope very taught, tied a knot on the other side of the door,then closed it saying "Bye".
The rope took all the slack from the chains. My ankles were pulled together and my wrists pulled down. I couldn't give them any slack as my head was pinned to the door and I couldn't bend over. Hell, I was as much a part of the furniture as the door I was pulled into thus sealing my fate.
I started hollering "What? You can't leave me like this! Let me out! You can't leave!
It just didn't come out sounding anything like that nor loud enough to even disturb the cat.
I fell silent. I heard him on the phone but all I could understand was "goodbye."
Then I freaked (sort of anyway - what could I do?) as I heard the front door open and close.
"Shit!" He was serious and I'm totally trapped here able to roll my body about 30 degrees from side to side -- I was stuffed in the corner behind the door and my weight against it made certain it was not going to simply "pop" open.
This guy is having me set a new record of something.
Once my eyes got used to the dark I scanned every object in the room several times while trying to figure out a way out - like "HA" That wasn't happening.
This was only Saturday so we had another full day in the weekend.
Shit! He wouldn't...
He really wouldn't leave me like this all weekend, would he?
Time passed slowly to say the least. I tried to sleep standing up, but every time my head nodded forward that damn leather plug gag was pushed deeper into my mouth.
It was still daylight when I heard something in the house. The microwave alarm? No. what was it?
Then it dawned on me why
it sounded so familiar: It was his alarm clock. Hell. did he set it and forget it when he left? How long is that thing going to "entertain" me now?
Then my door opened squishing me against the wall in the process.
He never left. He did the front door routine and then crept back to his own bed for a 3 hr.nap.
So he closes the door (I'm still hanging there, unable to move or talk) and begins to strike up a conversation: a bit one sided at this point though.
I didn't care. He totally faked me out and I was so glad to see him I would have agreed to anything just to get out.
"well, did you have enough tine to get used to those chains?
To the extent I could I tried to nod my head and grunt a "yes".
"Are you ready to get out?"
"Umpgf" or something like it was all that came out.
"Would you agree that I know what is best for you in things like this? You see I'm planning on letting you out"
(What the hell was he leading up to: This is a set up but what choices have I got?)
"Umpgh" again still trying to nod my head.
"Here are your choices then: I don't think you have fully mastered this new toy and we BOTH know you want to master these, don't we?"
(Shit! here it comes)
Opton 1: you stay like this until Monday morning except we replace the gag with that heavy sensory deprivation leather helmet so nothing disturbs you (and you don't disturb me) until it is time to get ready for work.
Option 2: I let you out but every evening by 7pm you get into the same shorts, the same chains and the same gag but the gag can come out at 11pm. The rest of you gets out in the morning. You will do this through next Sunday. However any time you are late adds another 2 days. I'll do the shopping and feed you, but if I even think you are in violation of the agreement or you otherwise piss me off, you and this door will be close friends.
Fumbling in the toy box : "Hey this deprivation hood is reallt thick, isn't it"
(UGH!)
Which do you chose? Grunt once for number one or twice for number 2.
=========================================================================
Dear Reader - much of this story is true but by comment, you all will pick how it ends. Will it be option 1 or 2??? Chose.....
Chapter location:
1 waltb2b.deviantart.com/art/TAL…
2 waltb2b.deviantart.com/art/2-T…
3 waltb2b.deviantart.com/art/Cha…
4 waltb2b.deviantart.com/art/Cha…
5 waltb2b.deviantart.com/art/TAL…
6 waltb2b.deviantart.com/art/TAL…
7 waltb2b.deviantart.com/art/Tal…
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