Latex maid - illustrated self bondage story

Angela bought a new collar that she just had to try as soon as she got home from work...

Slipping into a tight latex outfit, she slipped on her 6" platform pumps. The collar was made of metal that was lined with think form rubber. It was made to be worn along time, yet be comfortable enough to not scrape the skin. She gathered up some rope, her cuffs, and a ballgag and headed to the front door.

The coat rack was the only type of 'hook' she had in the house that could securely hold without ripping out of the wall. It was screwed in directly to the wall studs so it wasn't going anywhere.

She put the collar around her neck and latched it into place. No need to lock it as she wasn't going to be able to reach it once tied.

She sat on a nearby chair and tied her ankles together tightly.

Then, she slipped in the ballgag and strapped in onto her head. It was fairly large and it took some work to get it past her teeth. But once it was in, it really didn't need to be buckled as it wasn't going to fall out at all. But she buckled it tight just to be sure.

She attached some links from some climbing rope she received one time as a gift. A strange gift at the time, but she had to say 'thank you' again to the person who got it for her once she saw them again.

She hobbled over to the door and got into the corner as much as she could. Then she simply hooked one of the links to a hook on the coat hanger. Unless she took it off with her hands, or hopped up high enough to flip it off, she would be held upright for the immediate future. She then took her handcuffs and slipped it over one wrist. Reaching down between her legs, she flipped on the small vibrator she had buried deep inside her pussy; which was held in place by her panties.

Putting both wrists behind her back, she carefully slipped the other into the handcuffs and latched them closed. Standing there, it felt wonderful as the vibrator worked its magic while she struggled against the self bondage. An orgasm building little by little.

As the climax overtook her, she did all she could to remain upright.

Her body writhing about would often yank on her neck as the few links that held her collar became taut. Muffled gagging and moaning was all that could be heard as her orgasms flowed from her.

During her struggling, though, she accidentally dropped the keys to the cuffs that she held in her hands. Sheer panic set in as she realized she couldn't reach the keys being held upright by the collar. No amount of struggling made any difference. In fact, as she attempted to make slack in the connection, it becamse further attached to the hook making it now impossible for her to get free while in her standing self bondage. Meantime, the vibrator wasn't slowing down any.

Wave after wave of orgasms hit her. Securely tied up and helplessly stuck in a strict self bondage, Angela could only hope and wait for help to arrive.

It was 2 hrs later when she heard the UPS truck pull up. The doorbell ringing meant he needed a signature. The unlocked front door meant he would need to find the keys in order to get that signature.