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Nine or ten feet in length, and two slightly longer), she sat on the floor with her back to the post at the head of the stairs. Cutting five long pieces from the reel (three of approximately She was now ready to begin trussing herself up.įirstly, Nicki unwound a length of the twine and tested its strength in her hands smiling at the way it refused to stretch or snap. Satisfied that this was positioned at the correct angle to capture her bound up form from the best possible angle, Wall on the landing, in order to be able to observe herself during her struggles. The next step was to strategically place a large mirror against the She finished off theĮnsemble by stepping into her highest heeled shoes, as she wanted to look as sexy as possible for the fantasies she had in mind. Going upstairs, she removed her clothes until she stood in just her bra and panties, before sheathing her slender legs in a pair of sheer black tights.
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Once back inside the house, she checked that all the doors and windows were shut and locked, as the last thing she wanted was for her Reel of garden twine and a roll of heavy duty adhesive tape. Removing the cuffs again (which proved slightly more difficult than it had when her hands were in front of her), Nicki hurried out to the garden shed and swiftly located the two items she sought: a
What she hungered for were not merely handcuffed wrists, but full-blown bondage. Once again she spent several minutes in thisįashion, wandering around the house in a state of high excitement experimenting with little, normally mundane tasks such as opening doors and switching on the television.Įventually though, this too proved unsatisfying in her increasingly aroused state. Out of the cuffs momentarily, before re-imprisoning herself again, this time struggling into their caress of steel with her hands behind her back. What she craved now was a more daring, and therefore more exhilarating, way of shackling her wrists together. Within seconds was walking around the room waving her manacled hands in front of her, in a mock struggle for a freedom that was neither forthcoming not desired.Īfter maybe three minutes or so, however, Nicki began to tire of this. Quickly, she secured the other wrist in the vacant bracelet and The clicking sound, as the ratchet mechanism shut fast, sent a thrill coursing up her spine. With trembling hands, Nicki tried the key in the locks and then, satisfied that she would be able to release herself again, she gingerly placed her left wrist into one of the waiting cuffs andĬompleted the entrapment of her hand. Least some of these desires at her disposal, the urge to imprison herself in the metal bracelets was just too great to resist. It was only now, as she examined her new-found playthings with awe and fascination, that she could finally admit to herself that the ideas that had thrilled her since her early teens were fantasiesĪbout being bound, gagged, chained and held in helpless captivity by some evil fiend only to be eventually rescued by some handsome knight in shining armour. Keep in check, suddenly overwhelmed her and she shivered with excitement at the arousal that these conjoined bracelets of steel stimulated. The deep longings she’d up to now managed to deny, or at least Now though, this discovery proved toīe the catalyst for these desires to force their way to the surface on a more permanent basis, and for her inhibitions to crumble. These feelings, therefore, had predominantly lain dormant within her, yet continued to break into her conscious mind at irregular intervals. For several years now, Nicki had harboured thoughts that had been greatly troubling her feelings that she had, until this moment, managed to suppress and keep buried deep within With nothing specifically planned for either that day or the next, she had been rummaging through a cupboard that she very rarely needed to visit, when she chanced upon the shiny metal handcuffs,Ĭomplete with key. Nicki, therefore, had the family home all to herself. Parents, together with her younger sister and brother, were away for the weekend and not due home until Sunday evening. It had all started when nineteen year old Nicki had become curious about an item that she’d stumbled upon that belonged to her father (who happened to be a police officer) on Saturday morning. Million miles as far as Nicki was concerned, as there was no way that she could now retrieve the key, and there was no-one that she could blame for her plight but herself. But those twelve feet might as well have been a That she had seconds earlier let slip through her fingers, and which now lay almost directly beneath her at a distance of approximately twelve feet. There, unmistakably, was the small silver-coloured metal object Nicki peered over her shoulder from her position at the top of the stairs and gazed through the banisters at the carpeted hall below.