Catch 44

Catch 44

By Paladin

My experimentation with self-bondage began as a way to break up the monotony of masturbating to the porn on my computer.  I had some toys in one of the drawers that slid out of my bed frame, many of them purchased or fashioned back when I was married.  My ex and I had played around with some soft kink, but it really seemed to be something that she tolerated rather than truly enjoyed.

I am a self-employed contractor and had just finished a large project that Friday afternoon.  I was feeling good about the project, but I had no other jobs lined up.  I decided that I was going to enjoy the weekend before I started looking for more work.

My bedroom has a bay window facing my backyard.  There was no grass to mow out there.  I had covered the ground with weed-stop and bark nuggets.  Several small trees and flowering bushes were strategically placed to give a feeling of an endless space.  The flora also provided an extra level of privacy from the neighbors on my left and behind.

The right side was different.  The fence there had blown down in a nasty storm a few years back, and after talking with the couple that lived there, we had agreed to install a chain-link fence to let the morning sun hit my flowering bulbs and the afternoon sun hit their small vegetable garden.

The advantage of this for me was that my neighbor’s wife was very attractive, with firm tan legs and shoulder-length dark hair.  Her breasts were great too, and often on display as she wore a tank top while gardening in the nice weather.  I would often find myself watching her bend over in her tight shorts away from my yard, or bend towards it and show her cleavage.  The view wasn’t always completely clear as there were some waist-high rose bushes in my yard, but that just meant that there was less of a chance of her spotting me when I was watching her through the gaps.  I had blown my load more than once while watching her from my bedroom, the most recent time during a self-bondage session.  Right when I was cumming, she seemed to look up from her work and right into my window.  I had ducked down and fumbled to release myself.  I told myself that even if she had seen me, all she would have seen was my head poking up over the three-foot high wall.

While in the shower today, I ran my razor over my cock and balls to clean up the stubble.  I love the feel of myself hairless down there.  I even squatted down and shaved my ass crack and anus.  After toweling off, I went to my toy drawer and grabbed the cuffs.  After glancing out into the yard to make sure the neighbors weren’t there, I began fastening them on myself.  They are some kind of synthetic fabric, soft and comfortable, but strong.  They are three inches wide with a buckle to close them and a solid D-ring opposite the buckle side.  I had a set for both wrists and ankles.  I also had a collar made of the same material which I put on.

My cock had started to stiffen as I finished putting on the cuffs.  I grabbed a short length of soft cord with a slipknot in it and pulled it tight around the base of my cock and balls, trapping them all and making it look as though I had one globe down there at the base of my cock, taut and firm.  I love that look.  For now I left the rest of the cord hanging down.  I applied a generous amount of coconut oil to my imprisoned gonads from a jar I keep in the drawer.  I then put a leather belt equipped with four equidistant D-rings around my waist and buckled it.

Another glance outside.  They probably weren’t home yet, as I had finished work a bit early today.  I had a set of nipple clamps with a steel chain between them.  The clamps were easy to adjust.  Just slide a small ring at the base upwards and it brought the two ends together.  The ends were rubber-tipped and tilted towards each other, and I soon had them on and adjusted so that they pinched a bit and wouldn’t fall off too easily.  The set had come with a third clamp on a longer chain and attached by a small clip to a tiny key ring that was threaded through the center of the nipple chain.  I guessed that this was for a woman’s labium or clit, but I had found a creative use for it.  I unclipped it from the nipple chain and slipped the clip end to the top of the cord that surrounded my now-engorged member and then let that hang free for the moment.

I had been sent a vibrator as a free gift with my order of the clamps from an online sex store.  It was average in size, I guess, by which I mean that it was about six or seventh inches long and about one and a quarter inches thick.  There was a small ring in the center of the base, and a switch on both sides of the ring, one for on/off and the other for five levels of stimulation.  I used some of the coconut oil in the toy drawer and stroked the vibe a few times to get it nice and lubed up.

I squatted down and threaded the remainder of the cock ring cord through the small hole in the bottom of the vibe, and then slowly inserted the vibrator into my asshole, going a little ways in and then back out, then farther in until I had pushed it in all the way to the base.  I reached behind me and threaded the end of the cord through the D-ring at the back of my belt, pulled it down snug and tied it off with a simple four-square knot.  The vibrator was now firmly lodged in my ass, and the loop of the cord around the base of my cock was pulled down, making it stand out and grow harder.  I turned the vibe on the lowest setting and felt the pleasurable hum in my ass and my balls.

Now I knelt down, still between my bed and the bay window, looking out upon my yard and seeing glimpses of the neighbor’s yard as well.  I inserted a ball gag into my mouth and buckled it behind my head.  The ball had a half-inch hole drilled through its center for easier breathing.

I pulled a couple of long oval rings out of the toy drawer.  These rings would open on one long side of the oval by means of a long hex nut on threads.  I reached down to my left side and, using my right hand, screwed the oval ring closed around D-rings on my left wrist and left ankle cuff.  The other oval ring I threaded shut on my ring ankle cuff.  I grabbed the last clamp off the floor and tilted my head towards my chest.  I held the ends of the clamps just inside each of my nostrils and worked the small ring upwards until I felt the rubber ends touch my septum.  I had found by happy accident that the clamp made for a great non-piercing nose ring.  It was a little uncomfortable, but only hurt if I moved my head up too far, say to look straight ahead for example.

There was a small carabineer attached to my right wrist cuff.  A little struggling, a little wrist contortion, and I had snapped it to the oval ring coming off the D-ring on my right ankle.  It wasn’t perfect bondage of course, but it usually took a minute or two of fumbling around to release my right hand from its imprisonment to my ankle.  I just couldn’t manipulate the oval ring on its own, so my left hand was well-trapped.

So here I was, each wrist chained to the same side ankle, kneeling on the floor with my knees wide apart and my proud and hairless cock and balls thrusting out, a chain hanging between my clamped nipples and a nose ring forcing my head downward.  There was already a line of drool coming from my gagged mouth.  The vibe in my ass felt good, and I let the feeling of my (almost) helplessness wash over me.  I usually tried to tease myself to see how long I could hold out before my arousal overcame me.  When that happened, I would move up to a squat, bringing my arms to the insides of my thighs, and the short chain of the D-ring, oval hex-nut ring, and carabineer would allow me to stroke my cock in an awkward fashion.  This is how I came when I last watched Jessica at her gardening, and it was a great orgasm.

Once I was in that squatting position, I could reach all the bondage pretty well and get out quickly.  Like I said it wasn’t perfect.  I tried starting that way once with only the oval rings and no carbineer, but I found that I couldn’t get my arms outside my legs and I also couldn’t reach my cock.

Today I thought that I would try to stay in the kneeling position until Jessica inevitably emerged into her yard.  I wasn’t sure how long that would take, so I decided to play it by ear.

“My, what a surprise!” the female voice came from behind me, from the doorway of my bedroom!

I tried to turn and look, but the sudden pain at the end of my nose reminded me of the clamp I had fastened there.  I made some muffled noises through the gag, and tried to crab around on my knees to look.

“I was trimming my plum tree in the back corner and a branch fell on your side of the fence.  I came around to get it and saw you start putting those cuffs on from the corner of your yard.  I was pretty well hidden behind your lilac, so I guess you didn’t see me when you did your check.”

It was Jessica!  I was mortified beyond belief and tried talking, but of course issued nothing more than muffled grunts.

“You really should have closed the blinds, but I guess you like whacking it while spying on me.”

I tried to shake my head in the negative, but couldn’t make it look emphatic because of that damned clamp.  I was fumbling at the carabineer with oily fingers when Jessica knelt on the floor right behind me.  She reached her left hand around and began lightly stroking my oiled cock.

“There we go.  Isn’t this more fun when two can play?”

I was moaning now, my eyes closed, and I forgot all about trying to free myself.  My hot neighbor was giving me a hand job while I was in bondage!

After only a few more light strokes though, her hand left my aching member and I heard a click.  Opening my eyes, I looked down to my right and saw that while she was stroking me, Jessica had closed a small combination padlock with the shank threaded through the D-rings in my wrist and ankle cuffs.  I made an outraged noise through the gag and pulled on the cuffs as if I wanted to check the reality of the situation.

“Well, that was easy.  I don’t think you can get out of the cuffs on the left side, but in the interest of symmetry..,”

Jessica put a lock through the D-rings on that side as well.  Then she stood up, walked around to my front side, and sat on the bay window shelf.

I looked at her pleadingly and tried to communicate through the gag again.  She leaned forward and slapped my cock, hard.  A sound of mixed pleasure and pain escaped without my permission and my eyes closed involuntarily as I processed the physical and mental feelings that accompanied the blow.  When I opened my eyes again, Jessica was looking down into my open toy drawer with interest.  One would think that kneeling in front of your attractive neighbor while naked in bondage with a vibe in your ass would be the height of embarrassment, but seeing her perusing the rest of my toys made me flush all over again.

I saw her pick up a short spreader bar that I had homemade by putting eye-bolt screws into the ends of a section of closet hanger bar.  She replaced it and picked up a blindfold.  The blindfold was really just one of those that helps you sleep during the day, but I had used it on occasion.  She dropped the blindfold back into the drawer and pulled out a four-foot leash.

“Ok, get into that squatting position that you like so much,” she commanded.

How the hell did she know about that?  Sure, I’d done this self-bondage scenario several times, but when had she seen it, and how?  I had no choice but to obey, and when I was squatting in front of her with my hands and feet together, she approached with the leash, but rather than snapping it to the front of my collar as I expected, she clipped the end of the leash around the nipple chain and the one that ran from my nose to the base of my cock.

“Let’s go to the living room,” she said, giving the leash a tug.

Sharp little pains flared from my nipples and the tip of my nose, and grunting with the effort, I waddled in the squatting position after her.

It took a few minutes to reach the living room because of my awkward gait.  I fell sideways into the hallway walls once or twice.  Jessica gave short, sharp tugs on the leash once in a while to keep me motivated.  We arrived in the living room and she led me over towards my sliding glass patio door.

“You left this unlocked.  That’s how I got in,” she told me.  “OK, now turn and face away from the door.”

I waddled in a short turn and stopped.  Jessica went over to my dining room table, and from a small duffel bag there she grabbed what looked like a blindfold with several straps hanging from it.

“Your blindfold left much to be desired as a bondage device,” she said.  I moaned and complained into the gag as she put the blindfold over my eyes.  I felt her tugging on straps and fasteners, and then it was over.  Two of the straps had met and joined under my chin, and more went around my head and one even went over the top.  Nothing was getting that thing off by accident.

Jessica moved in front of me and pulled me forward.  I panicked as my weight came forward, but she supported me and gently lowered me until I was on the floor.  I had turned my face to the right, so I was resting on the left side of my head and both my knees, with my violated ass now facing the patio door and my backyard beyond it, my arms straight out under me and still locked to my ankles.  I had to tuck my chin down towards my shoulder because the position had tugged on my nose clamp.

“There, that’s better.  I’ll work in your yard and have a good view of you through the door here.”  I heard the slider open, the shut.

I waited for a few minutes, adjusting my weight a bit and settling to as comfortable a position as possible.  I tried to rock backwards and bring myself up to a kneeling position rather than the current ass-in-the-air one, but I was brought short almost immediately by a pressure on the back of my neck.  My collar had been attached to something on the floor, but what?  Because of the blindfold, I had no idea when Jessica might be watching me through the window, but I had to take the chance.  Lifting my left foot and hand off the floor a little was easy, since most of my weight was on my knees.  I swung them over towards my right hand a foot and began fumbling for the buckle that held my left wrist cuff in place.  I was trying to twist the cuff around a bit…

Whack!  A searing pain across my ass cheeks. I screamed into the gag and moved my left foot back to its original position.

“Just what do you think you are doing?” asked Jessica.  Dammit, she had never gone outside, just tricked me by opening and closing the slider.  It felt like she had used a belt on my ass.  I mumbled incoherently and then I heard her walk past me and down my hall.  I thought briefly of trying to get at the cuff buckles again, but I knew it would take too long, especially if she had just walked a few feet down the hall and turned to watch me.

I heard her coming back seconds later, and felt her behind me.  She was messing with my left wrist and ankle bondage.  I felt her unlock her padlock, and I tried to move my hand forward, but she had never removed the oval ring that I had put there.  I heard the lock snap shut again.  What was she doing?

She lightly slapped the insides of my thighs.  “You have shown that you can’t be trusted. Spread em.” she commanded.

Oh shit.  The spreader bar.  She must have unlocked her padlock just long enough to put one of the eyebolts through the shank before relocking it.  If she attached the other side to my right wrist and ankle, that three feet of spreader bar may as well be three miles.  I wouldn’t be able to reach the buckles on the other side.  This flashed through my mind as I slowly inched my knees and therefore my ankles and hands apart.

“A little farther… there we go,” said my captor.

I held my self in readiness.  I would have one small chance when she unlocked the padlock on my right side.  If I could flick open the carbineer, I could get my right arm free.

Instead of feeling her at my wrist and ankle though, I suddenly felt a hand lightly stroking my scrotum and balls, which had been further exposed and thrust backwards when I moved my knees apart.  She was grasping my taut sac from underneath as though she were picking fruit, and then lightly bringing her fingers and thumb together down my oiled flesh, and then repeating the motion.  My cock was throbbing, jealous of the attention that my balls were getting.  I moaned.

On the next grasp, she slowly squeezed, increasing the pressure until a pain shot through my balls and into my lower abdomen.  I yelped.  She stopped increasing the pressure, but held it steady.

“Now that I have your attention, I wanted to tell you that I know what you are thinking,” she said. I made a few small noises in response.  She continued, “You are thinking that you are about to have the last chance to get some control back in this situation.” 

How the hell did she know what I had been planning to try?

“I have to say, the view from back here tells me that your last chance passed by quite a while ago,” she said.  “We both know that you wanted this to happen.  You did everything but send me an invitation and put a gift wrap ribbon on your dick.  Now you are trying to get loose, because you are having second thoughts or because your ego demands it.”

Luckily for me, that first shooting pain had subsided to a dull ache, and the steady pressure she was applying to my nuts was more uncomfortable than painful now.

“I’m going to give you the freedom that you want,” Jessica said.  “You are free to surrender, without doubts or regrets.”  She increased the pressure on my balls just a bit, and her voice was cold and hard. “Because my opinion, which is frankly the only one that matters right now, is that you gave final consent for this when you failed to shut your blinds or lock your patio door.  Do we have and understanding?”

I made some noises that were both submissive and affirmative and spread open the fingers of my right hand.

“Good boy.”  The hand left my scrotum, and I didn’t offer any resistance as the other end of the spreader bar was attached to my right wrist and ankle cuffs.  That was it then.   I was in bondage until Jessica freed me.

“Very nice, I like how you are spread open and thrust out at me like an offering,” she said.

I moaned again.  I thought that my threshold for humiliation had already been reached, but the facts that I was irrevocably stuck like this and hearing her talk like that added a new layer.

I felt her hand on my neck and she slid it down across my cheek and the she pinched my nose tenderly.  “This looks a little uncomfortable,” she said as she felt the clamp. “Let me help you with that.”

A sharp pain stabbed through my nose and with it came a tug backwards.  I craned my neck even farther to try to alleviate the sting, and it subsided, but only somewhat.

“There we go, now it looks more than a little uncomfortable.  Your clamp was too loose and your chain a bit long.”

I whined piteously through the gag.

“There’s a price to pay for your earlier defiance,” Jessica said.  “I have a few whips and paddles, but I seldom use them.  I think you’ll find that this is just as effective a punishment, if not more so, and with minimal effort on my part.  What did that take, a few seconds?  It will continue to cause you pain and discomfort and with no more work for me.”

I whined again.  I’d rather she just unloaded on me with a whip on my ass.

“I have to admit, you moan and whine in a delightfully submissive manner.  Then her voice turned cold again, as it had been when she had been squeezing my balls.  “Don’t overdo it, though.  That clamp can get a lot tighter.  You’ll think your septum had been pierced.  Speaking of loose clamps…”

I remained perfectly quiet as she took the nipple clamps off, even though the removal and subsequent rush of blood into the flesh that had been pinched was a whole new pain.  After a minute she reapplied the clamps tighter and behind the nipples, and I felt a tug forward and out first on one side, then the other.  She had tied them off to some anchoring points so that they were pulled in the opposite direction that the nose clamp was pulling.

“There.  Nose for trying to unbuckle yourself, nipples for thinking about escaping when I applied the spreader bar, and one more I think, to drive the lesson home.”  She moved around behind me once more.  “With all the other excitement, you probably got used to this,” she said, as she lightly touched my ass crack next to the end of the vibrator.  She clicked the selector switch up two positions and the low thrum became a persistent tingling throughout my lower abdomen.  There’d be no getting used to it now.  I continued to keep my vocalizations in check, not wanting her to add more punishments, and aware that just like the nose clamp, the vibrator could still be increased in intensity.

She stroked my balls a few more times in the same manner as she had previously, and then her fingers began lightly tracing up the underside of my cock.  When she reached my glans, she used one fingertip to collect some of the pre-cum that was dripping from it and trace it all over my throbbing member.   My cock throbbed and twitched involuntarily.  Then I felt a loop of cord tighten at the top of my shaft, right behind the head of my cock, and she pulled it back and down.  A betraying grunt of surprise escaped me.

“What, did you think that turning up the vibrator was that last punishment I mentioned?” she asked in an amused tone.  “Nonsense.  That was me doing you a kindness.  She slowly pulled my cock back and down until it was pointing straight down at the floor.  I didn’t think it had been possible for it to get any harder, but straining against this unnatural position, it felt like my cock was made of steel.  One more small tug and it was pointing down and even back a bit.

I heard the sliding door open again. She must have tied the new cock leash off to the spreader bar.  “All right, then,” Jessica said. “I’m going to trim your bushes and trees for you.  I’ll shut just the screen door so you can enjoy some of the outside air.  You’ll stay like that until I’m done.  You’re probably wishing you hadn’t been so negligent about your yard work.  This could take a few hours.  Then we’ll play some more.  My husband is off fishing with his buddies on the coast for the weekend, so we have the next 48 hours together.”

So here I was, put on humiliating and uncomfortable display, with a riot of sensations coming from the most sensitive parts of my body.  Knowing that the slightest squirming on my part would be punished by the devious bondage in which I had been placed, and with no doubt in my mind that this is exactly how I would remain until the beautiful woman who did this to me decided otherwise.

I hadn’t been this happy in years.