Samantha Hogtied and Caught! | keys, latex, caught in free selfbondage story

    Samantha ran a hot bath and luxuriated in it.  It would relax her muscles.  While relaxing in the bath she took care of her legs, shaving them nice and smooth.  She had meant to have them waxed last weekend but got sidetracked.

    Once her bath was finished, she admired herself in the mirror.  Although no super model, she was still a ravishing site.  Full 38C breasts, nice round ass, and a waist that was neither too thin nor too wide.  She hated that ultra-thin heroin chic model look that seemed so popular.  How could anyone like seeing ribs in so much detail on a person?  Samantha was very satisfied with her size, and she did have an hour glass figure.  Her long blond hair was just past her shoulder, and her green eyes always seemed to entrance guys when she looked at them.

    She went into her closet and took out the clothes she would wear for her self-bondage.  Out came her black latex corset with the open breast cups, her latex opera gloves, her latex leggings, and finally her thigh high boots with the six inch heels.  She placed these on the bed as she got ready.  Samantha sprinkled on some baby powder where the latex would be worn, so that it would not stick to her body and ruin it.  Once that was done she applied her makeup.  She didn't apply too much, as she planned to have her mask covering her face.  All that went on was some lipstick and some mascara.  Once that was completed, she started to put on her clothes.  She loved latex, PVC and leather.  Just the feel of it against her body would get her wet below.

    Peering again into the mirror, Samantha had to restrain herself from touching herself.  She looked HOT.  Tight latex hugging most of her body, her breasts bare.  She quickly turned away from the mirror, to stop the temptation to rub herself.  She had things to do.

    Going into the closet once more, she pulled out her box of bondage gear.  It was getting heavier as time went by.  Every so often she would add an item to it.  Pretty soon, she thought, she'd need one of those chests to store the gear in instead of the heavy duty cardboard box she used.  With box in hand she went downstairs to the living room.

    Placing the box on the couch, she started pulling out her gear piece by piece.  First came her wrist cuffs, then her ankle cuffs, mask, penis gag, head harness, blindfold, three belts, her rope ratchet,  nipple clamps, butt plug, two locks, and finally her butterfly vibrator.  She placed these items on the living room floor.  She grabbed the keys to the locks in two different places.  One set on the floor near the window, the other set on the living room table.  If she wanted these ones she would have to nudge the table until they fell.

    Samantha started with her ankles, locking the ankle cuffs into place.  Bending over she slowly inserted the butt plug.  She sat back on her ankles, then strapped her legs together with two of the belts.  One around the top of the knees, the other binding her legs in place so that she couldn't straighten them.  Next she put the rope ratchet into place.  She put on her mask next, the leather smell turning her on.  The butterfly vibe came next.  This in place, she made sure that everything was within reach.  She placed the penis gag in her mouth, then attached the blindfold.  Samantha took the head harness and put in on, so that it would hold the gag and blindfold in place.  It had a ring on top, and she tied the free end of the rope ratchet rope to it.  Taking a few good breaths she then took the nipple clamps and put them on.  Oh, the sweet sensation of pleasure-pain!  She took the last belt and placed it just under her breasts with enough room to slip her arms in comfortably.  Her wrist cuffs came next.  Samantha then turned on the butterfly vibe.  She slipped her arms through the belt, then reached down and locked her wrists to her ankles.  She was good and bound now.  Gathering her courage, she toppled herself over onto her side.  Thump!  she was now on the floor.  She grabbed hold of the running end from the rope ratchet, pulled it a little to take up some slack, then rolled over onto her stomach.  She pulled as hard as she could, pulling her head back and her ankles up.  When she had herself in the position she wanted, she let go of the rope.

    Samantha was now hopelessly hogtied good and tight.  She squirmed around, testing her bonds.  Her body was arched, so that her breasts were up off the ground along with her knees.  The vibrator buzzed away on her clit, making her wet.  The butt plug kept her hole good and filled, and stretched.  Writhing on the floor she worked herself into a frenzy.  She was so turned on, bound tight as she could, dressed in latex and all alone.  She could hear cars passing by on the street outside, and then remembered that the drapes were open, only the sheer drape covering the window!  Anybody who really wanted to could peer into the house and see her tightly hogtied, and she wouldn't even know it!  This turned her on even more, and she drifted into a fantasy of being caught.  Steps!  Someone was coming to the door!  Who was it?!  She soon found out, as she heard the mail slot open and the sound of letters hitting the ground.  The mailman!  Her heart raced and she started to writhe some more.  Then it happened, her first orgasm.  It shuddered through her body, and all she could do was take it and scream "Uhhhhhh!" through her gag.  It was exquisite!

    Thinking of the time factor and that she wanted to do another position before anyone came home, she started to wriggle her body to the keys by the window.  It was hard to do, she was so tightly bound all she could do was inch along, actually more like "quarter inch" along.  She had no idea of time, but she new it took a long time to move along.  Samantha found the wall where the window was, then attempted to topple herself over.  Transferring as much of her weight to one side she tried to knock herself over.  She couldn't!  Samantha was really bound good!  Too good in fact.  She was in such a position that it was hard to transfer any weight!  She tried and tried, but couldn't quite do it!  Everytime she would get close to rolling over, she would roll right back on her stomach.

    What now?  She had to think of a way out of her bonds.  Even though she fantasized about being caught like this, particularly by one of her housemates, the reality of it scared her.  She had to relax, she started to breathe too hard and fast.  After a while she calmed herself down.  She decided she would have to try and get the keys from the table.  Once again she started her wiggle, this time back to the table area.

    Again it took a long time.  Also, since she was blindfolded she couldn't see exactly where the table was.  She guessed the location a few times, only to be disappointed.  Finally she found the table.  She took bearing of where the keys should be, then worked herself so that she could knock the table and hopefully drop the keys into her hands.  Her hopes of release rested on this attempt.  Samantha worked up the momentum and knocked the table.  The keys jingled, but did not fall.  She hoped she was hitting the table the right way and not sending them the opposite way.  She repeated the sequence three times, and on the third try the keys fell.  She caught on of the keys on the ring between two fingers.  Uh-oh!  If she did this wrong, they could slip away.  If done right, she would have her key ring in her hands.  Slowly and carefully she worked her latex gloved fingers so that the keys would move into her hands.  Then disaster.  She lost her grip, and she heard them fall.  She also felt them.  They caught on her garter holding up her latex leggings.  Shit!  Now what?

    Samantha started to cry, her tears forcing their way out the edge of the blindfold.  She was really scared now.  Being caught seemed a certainty now, and it would be hours until either Kim or Hanna came home.  Not to mention if anyone decided to burglarize their home.  She remembered that she didn't turn on the alarm system, and if anyone did break in she would be at their mercy.  Tears and sobs flowed.

    After what must have been at least an hour, Samantha got hold of herself.  Ah, screw it!  If I am gonna get caught I'll enjoy this for the time being, nothing I can do, she thought to herself.  She let herself drift off back into fantasy.  The butt plug still filled her, and the butterfly vibrator continued to buzz.  How long would the batteries last on this thing?  She struggled more against her bonds, rubbing against the floor, savouring the feeling of being helplessly bound by her own hand.  Her second orgasm came very quick, sending shivers and shudders throughout her body.  Again she moaned against her penis gag, as loud as she could.

    Samantha fell as limp as she could.  She was totally exhausted, from her movements around the living room, and from her two orgasms.  A short while later she actually fell asleep, dreaming of her predicament.

    She awoke some time later, totally unaware of how much time she was asleep.  It must have been a while, because the vibrator had lost some of it's power and was doing a low buzz.  Something came to her in her dreams, and she struggled to remember what it was.  It had something to do with getting herself out of the bondage.  Thinking as hard as she could, it came to her.  If she could make her way to the chair across the room, she could possibly bounce herself onto her side.  This way she could wiggle on her side to the keys by the window.  She had to try!

    Wiggling her way took even more effort now.  Her body was tired and sore.  Her arms ached, her neck ached, and her legs started to ache badly.  About halfway across the room, she suddenly froze in place.  More steps up the few wooden stairs to the front door.  Panic started to set in again.

    With horror she heard keys in the lock.  Someone was coming home!  What time was it?  She was sure it was still sometime in the early to mid afternoon, but of course she could be wrong.  She did fall asleep after all, and when your blindfolded you also lose track of time.  The door opened, and she heard the sound of heels clicking on the hallway floor.  She heard the sound of keys being placed onto the wall hook, then more steps.  She heard the steps pass the living room by, and into the kitchen.

    "Sam?  Are you home?  I had a class cancelled so decided to take the rest of the afternoon off.  Sam?"  it was Kim.  She would know Samantha was at home, her house keys were on her ring in the hallway.  "Sam?  Where are you?  Are you all right?"  Kim said.  More steps, and they were making their way to the living room!

    Samantha couldn't help it now.  She started to cry some more.  It was now immenent.  She was about to be caught, bound by her own hand.  Blindfolded.  Gagged.  Hogtied.  Dressed in latex.  A butt plug in her and a vibrator going.

    "WHAT THE???!!!  Sam!  Are you all right?  Who did this?  Where are they....."  Kim said, surprise very evident in her voice.  She must have seen the box of gear.  "Did you do this to yourself?" she asked.

    "Uh-uh" was all she could manage, and sort of nodded assent.

    There was a brief period of silence from Kim, probably only a few seconds, but it felt like many minutes.  "Well, I,....uh... hmmm."  Sounds of her gear being moved around in the box.  Kim would see all her gear and toys that were left in there.  Samantha was now very embarassed, and if anyone could see through her mask they'd notice she was now quite red in the face.

    "I never knew you were into this.  Wow!  This stuff is cool!  Hmmm.... I have an idea.  I'm going to have some fun now!" Kim said, and Samantha could actually hear the smile on her face.

    What was Kim going to do to her?  What did she have planned?  Would she release her?  Would she tell anyone else about her "hobby"?  Samantha waited in both anticipation and fear as to what could come next.....