Handcuffed and steel leg shackles chained - illustrated self bondage story

There was nothing poor Elizabeth could do except gaze up at her housemates as they returned from Six Flags, her soulful brown eyes huge and beseeching above the red ball-gag strapped into her mouth.

Having quickly ruled out abduction or home invasion—the house was undisturbed, and the shallow pan of water, scant feet from where the tall, buxom redhead sat on the floor, held a shiny handcuff key—the smirking coed quartet began to assess this delicious, salacious situation.

"Looks like someone found a better thrill ride at home!" Mindy giggled as she bent closer to peer at how Elizabeth had managed to lock herself to the wrought-iron grate mounted on their living room wall: One wrist was handcuffed to the vertical slat while a thick chain from the top of the grate was padlocked to the black leather dog collar fastened around her neck. Her other wrist was handcuffed to her trim ankle while both ankles were chained together by the steel leg shackles—and when Amber tried to unbuckle Elizabeth's big red ball-gag, she found that it too had been padlocked.

"Kink-ee/" chortled Emma as she took photo after photo with her phone. “And all while totally rockin' that sexy schoolgirl outfit too! What a fuckin' freak!"

And as her four roommates continued to examine her, giggling sarcastically over her presumed miscalculations—the chain was too short, the pan to catch the water from the melting ice cube that held her handcuff key was too far away, she couldn't have unlocked her wrists the way she was cuffed anyway—the redfaced redhead mewled and whined as she writhed in place, her metal restraints clinking softly as she drooled helplessly.

"I bet she's leaving a snail trail on the floor!" sneered Sonya. “I think Lizzie is a lezzie!" And as the other three whooped, Sonya shot her hand under squealing Elizabeth's ridiculous skirt. “Yep! She's wet—and it ain't pee!" Elizabeth blushed anew as moaned and bucked her hips.

"Let's call the guys—they can help find her other keys!" Then Amber leered at Elizabeth's lush cleavage, bared most provocatively. “And I know just where to hide your handcuff key, kinky slut!"