Treadmill - illustrated self bondage story

Terri woke up horny as hell. She slipped on her high platform 'fuck me1 shoes and started her bondage. She slipped on a collar and ball-gag.

Then attached the nipple clamps with the chains attached to the only thing that she could find that was close to the same level as her chest... her treadmill. Carefully putting a leather belt around her body just under her tits, she stuck both arms down into it and wiggled the belt up above her elbows and under her breasts; effectively binding her arms tightly to her body.

With a little effort, she managed to slide her wrists into some leather cuffs and pull the straps tight with just her finger tips. It took some time but she eventually managed to get them tight enough to where she'd have a tough time getting out of them on her own. Luckily, her husband was due home soon and would help her get free.

But as she stood there, admiring her bound body in the mirror on the back of the door, her heavy chains attached to her tits caught the edge of the switch and she suddenly found herself having to walk on the treadmill as it moved under her.

She screamed in panic behind her tight-fitting ballgag as she struggled to remain upright on her high heels as she moved along with the belt of the treadmill. She struggled to maintain her pace as it was difficult to walk in heels that were not exactly made for long distance walking. Every time she fell behind a little, her position would cause the chain to become taut and pull mercilessly on her hard and very aroused nipples. A mixture of pain and pleasure shot through her as she felt an orgasm start to build between her legs. Struggling to stay upright, she endured a huge orgasm as her nipples were pulled and pinched in the clamps.

Just as she regained her composure, she heard the answering machine pick up. "Hey honey, I'm stuck at work and won't be home until after midnight. Sorry. Don't wait up, ok?" [click]

It was 12:35am when he walked into the room and saw this before him. He thought it was strange to hear the treadmill going so late. Terri was a sight to see. Her eyes were screaming in distress as she began another series of orgasms. She had lost count long ago after 15. It was hours later and her juices were running down her legs. She was struggling to stay up as she'd been walking while tied up like this for over 5 hours. Her jaw and chest was covered in drool. Orgasm after orgasm shook her body for hours.

He quickly turned off the machine and she managed to have enough strength left to lean up against him, still teathered to the machine by her tits. Seeing how her pussy reacted, he put several fingers deep inside her and masturbated her to another intense orgasm. Panting heavily, and expecting to be freed, her eyes widened as added some ankle cuffs with a short chain between them and then turned the machine back on. With a few taps of the finger, he increased the speed to a slow trot. Considering that her legs were now restricted in how far they could move, she did all she could to semi-run with very short steps.

Her leg muscles tensed as she 'ran' in her heels.

She was helplessly bound and now screaming as loud as she could from behind her gag. But not much came out. Within a few minutes, she was enduring the most intense orgasm of her life. The stress of having to run while bound, caused her nipples to be constantly pulled on by the chains.

All she could do was scream and moan as he told her he was going to bed... leaving her running breathlessly, one orgasm after another. With the door closed again, she could watch herself. A helpless bound beauty...running and cuming as if her life depended on it.