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SELF  BONDAGE  ACTIVITY  GONE  AWRY

Cassi and Vicky met on line and became buddies due to their common interest in self bondage. They had met a few times, mostly sharing tips, but sometimes communicated
personal information.

Cassi once shared her love of playing in the rain. Vicky, being more than a little mischievous and devious, plotted for an upcoming rainy day. Cassi emailed how frustrated
she was with work and Vicky pretending to be empathetic encouraged her to engage in some good hard self-bondage. Two days later Vicky woke to rain on the windows and
smiled an evil smile.

She e-mailed Cassi and subtly acquired the needed information. Vicky was watching from afar when Cassi loaded her toys into the 4X and drove into the woods. Vicky made her
way to the house and set her plan in motion.

She took Cassi’s release key and hid it in a new location. She then rigged the back patio light and barn lights and placed her laminated notes. She wanted to see Cassi’s reaction,
so situated herself out of sight, but where she could see everything.

Meanwhile, Cassi was about a quarter mile away binding herself with chains. One chain fit tight around her chest at the top of her breast. One chain circled her waist so tightly it
dug into the soft flesh of her sides and stomach. It had to be tight to guarantee absolutely no movement. A ¼in chain and steel manacles were locked to the waist chain at the small
of her back. Cassi threaded that chain through her cheeks then through her legs and nether lips as tightly and deep as she could, locking it in front to the waist chain. A short
chain locked to her ankles served as a hobble.

She pulled her minor labia around the chain penetrating her pussy and used binder clips to enclose the chain. Clothes pins adorned each major labia and her breast. Clover clamps
with one-half pound weights pinched her nipples. After strapping a huge ball gag in her mouth, she locked her wrist in the manacles at the small of her back.

Cassi was very satisfied as she started to walk back to the house. The slightly cool rain on her bound naked body was exactly what she needed to drive the stress away. This trek
was not going to be much trouble, so to add a little difficulty, she cut through the woods where a grass bare, or growth of any kind, hill would present a challenge. Especially since
it was raining.

She was definitely correct. Although the hill was small the hobble and mud caused Cassi to fall twice. Both times falling on her front mashing her breast into the ground and the
ground forcefully thrusting the pins and clamps deep into her breast. As she slid down the muddy hill the pins and clamps between her legs gouged and twisted her labia.

One of the falls resulted in Cassi rolling down the hill causing her breast to be stabbed a couple times and her body to be covered in mud. With her wrist pinned firmly against her
back it was impossible for her arms or hands to be of any assistance. When she was finally at the top she turned and looked at the hill and the tale-tale signs of her travails
and whispered in her mind; perfect.

The rain had become a mere trickle, but the air was much cooler by the time Cassi reached the house. Although her little adventure had been perfect she was ready to be
warm and dry.

She went straight to the keys location, but found nothing. She was concerned, but knew the key was there and continued to look. After about a half hour of searching she went
into desperate panic mode. She was running around, as best as one can run bound in chains, looking in all her hiding places. She was soon consumed with terror and fatal
thoughts.

She couldn’t get into the house! She couldn’t break or cut her bindings! If she could get in the house, she couldn’t call for help! She could not eat or drink! Her only option was to go
to the road and be discovered by, . . .  anyone! She would be out of the current fire, but that option might lead to an even bigger fire.

While Cassi was driving herself crazy, Vicky was laughing hysterically from her hiding place and doing all she could not to be discovered. Her one regret, not setting up a
camera.

Cassi was about to look some more when the patio light came on. That was Vicky’s signal to prepare stage two and she left. Although it was still daylight, the light flickering on and
off several times attracted Cassi’s attention. Upon investigation she found a note taped to the door.
                                    Dear fellow self bondager
                                    hope you enjoyed your surprise To repossess your key,
                                    go to old chicken shed Instructions await your arrival

VICKY!!!!  She screamed, although incomprehensible as it franticly tried to pass the gag. There were many other thoughts and words rushing through her mind, but in the interest
of Cassi’s dignity we shall move on.

The “old chicken shed” was actually a small open-ended barn easy to reach if not bound. However, any restraints, only made it possible to access by traveling a short distance on
the main road. Cassi made her way to where her drive intersected the road.

Fortunately, the time was perfect for low traffic volume. While she had no problem maneuvering her way down the road her mind was constantly full of terror thinking about
being caught. Who might catch and what would happen to her. She finally made it to where she could enter the woods and her worry eased a little.

However, there was the issue of another pesky muddy embankment. This embankment also caused a fall and another assault on her tender breast and pussy. The fall also added
more mud to her nakedness. Using a couple trees as anchor points she finally made it to the top. A short stretch of woods and she was at the shed. As she was about to enter the
shed, Cassi wondered how difficult Vicky would make finding the key. What she saw upon entering was a total shock.

There stood Vicky in a beautiful suit, her birthday suit and it was elegantly wrapped. A spreader held her legs apart with each ankle tied to a stall post. Her wrists were
handcuffed behind her back and she wore a large red ball gag and blindfold. Both locked on. The defining touch however were her breast. Each were bound tightly at their base
causing them to swell. They were also a little purplish, meaning they had been tied awhile. However, it was the fact they were also tied to stall post that made the tie so
amazing. After all, this was an act of self bondage.

Vicky had made known her desire and appreciation of static bondage. Bondage that did not allow her to be mobile. She liked being held in one place for an extended period of
time with no way of release until that self-imposed time restraint was met. Her bound ankles and breast served that purpose as she stood immovable in the middle of the barn.
In this case she could only be freed by another and counting on Cassi to be that other.

Then Cassi noticed the little sign hanging between Vicky’s legs. An arrow pointing up hung from a cord emanating from her pussy. Cassi quickly went from wanting to seriously harm
Vicky to finding the whole experience humorous and appreciating Vicky’s ingenuity and efforts. She chuckled to herself as she shuffled toward Vicky to retrieve the key.

The chain crushing the upper portion of Cassi’s breast, thrusting them forward, made it easy to rub them against Vicky’s, letting her know who was there. Soft cooing sounds
escaped from behind both gags. This was new for both women, but seemed to be perfectly acceptable to both.

Cassi decided the key was placed where it was for a reason and proceeded to perform according to her analysis. Although she found it difficult to be sensual while cuffed in
manacles she gave it her all. She stroked Vicky’s labia and probed the entrance to her sex. Then, given the circumstances she opted to play rough. She pinched and pulled
Vicky’s clit while yanking and twisting her labia. The sounds emanating from behind her encouraged Cassi to continue.

Cassi’s thighs ached as she had to squat to service Vicky, but she was determined to give the prize Cassi believed Vicky desired and deserved. The key was attached to some sort of
vibrating dildo. Cassi figured out how to turn it on and worked it in and out as her other hand continued to roughly attend to clit and labia. Vicky was tossing her body back and
forth causing her breast to be violently jerked by the ropes tethering her to the barn.

Suddenly Vicky was screaming from behind her gag, her body in full spasm, covered in sweat. Cassi kept her in this spasmodic state for several minutes. Fearing though, that
Vicky might hurt herself, Cassi stopped her ministrations and allowed Vicky to recover.

During Vicky’s orgasm Cassi jerked the object holding the key from its hiding place. Cassi’s admiration and appreciation quickly turned to anger again when she realized there
was no key. She backed up to a hay bale and laid down whatever she had in her hand. Turning to face the hay bale, she saw it was another note.
                                        Surprise fellow bondager – the key is at the house
                                        You must free me and guide me back
                                        Guide me by attaching nipple clamps with leash
                                        And you will be guided to the key – promise
This might have been acceptable except for one thing, Vicky made a major error!

Vicky obviously did not see how Cassi had bound herself. With her hands pinned tight against her back it was impossible to reach the ropes tethering her breast to the post.
Even the ones holding her legs in place were extremely difficult.

Cassi had to lower herself to the dirt floor and on her butt, scoot backwards to Vicky’s ankle, untie that ankle then scoot to the other and untie it. Her butt was packed with dirt
and the lower pins pinching her labia were pushed into her tender flesh over and over.

Not being able to communicate made the situation nearly impossible. However, Cassi searched tirelessly for a solution to free her friend. There were moments when she
wanted to leave her friend in her predicament, but without her the key would never be found. Cassi also wondered how she could lead her to the key being gagged and
blindfolded.

The longer Cassi had to look for a way to free Vicky’s breast the more concerned Vicky became. The fear started to mount and was verging on terror as she could not fathom
what Cassi might be doing. Was Cassi looking for some way to punisher her or considering leaving her there. Fear was actually consuming both their minds.

After what seemed like hours Cassi stumbled upon a possible solution. She discovered a sickle. She then had to push a hay bale close to where the rope was tied to the post. Then
crawl onto the hay bale without falling and cutting herself. Hopefully, she would be close enough to cut the rope. It was JUST possible. In the process Cassi fell against the stall
mashing the pins into her breast and all this time the weighted clover clamps were yanking her tortured nipples in every direction.

After a considerable amount of painful exertion Vicky was no longer tethered to the barn. However, her breast were still tightly bound and now resembled huge bloated purple
balloons. Vicky had no idea why they were left in that condition nor could Cassi apprise her of the situation.

Cassi located the weighted clover clamps and leash and decided Vicky needed to pay for her sins. It did not matter how inspired and clever she was. She pulled on the ropes
indicating that Vicky should bend over. Turning her back to Vicky, Cassi felt around and clamped her very tender nipples. She was sure Vicky was wondering, why add the clamps,
but Cassi was perfectly okay with saving that explanation until later.

Cassi took the reins and led her, by the breast, out of the barn toward freedom. They had to maneuver down that muddy hill which proved to be a nemesis for a blindfolded Vicky.
As she fell onto her bottom Cassi felt the tug of the ropes and instinctively turned, slipping herself. Cassi once more tortured her clamped breast and pussy while Vicky’s tail bone
suffered greatly and her pussy filled with mud.

Upon reaching the road Cassi jerked hard on the ropes and they hurried to the entrance of the drive. Well, hurry is relative when you are hobbled by chains and a spreader bar. Once
in the drive Cassi turned her attention toward wondering how this blind, mute idiot was going to lead her to the key.

They reached the point between house and barn and Cassi stopped to think. Vicky, assuming where they were, started to make all kind of noise and shake her head toward
the barn. From behind her gag, Cassi said arn, arn and amazingly Vicky shuck her head yes. As they started toward the barn the lights came on. Oh, you are a clever one Vicky,
Cassi thought. As an afterthought she added, if I’d known this I would have left you in the shed.

The key was in plain sight, but Vicky’s lack of information caused a problem. Cassi could not reach it with her hands. Dejected, Cassi knew of only one way to retrieve the key. She
would have to swing one of the weights attached to her nipples, propelling it into the ring of string holding the key and hopefully break the string. Of course, then she would need
to sit on the dirt floor and scoot around on her butt and on her side till she found the key.

The process seemed to take forever and caused an enormous and fabulous amount of pain. Cassi may not have been as angry as her thoughts led you to believe. She was
however, quite relieved to be out of the manacles.

She screamed as each pin was removed from breast and labia. When it came time to free her nipples she hesitated in anticipation of the pain. She performed the necessary evil
while screaming and jumping around as much as her hobble allowed. With all the pins and clamps removed she approached Vicky.

She slowly and carefully unbound one breast right to the point it was still tightly tied with one length of rope. She then quickly removed the rope allowing the blood to gush into the
brutalized breast. Now it was Vicky’s turn to scream as she shook her breast trying to relieve the pain. When composed, Cassi unbound the other breast the same way.

Cassi slapped Vicky’s super sensitive breast and yanked the chain attached to her nipple clamps. Vicky screamed then moaned and that’s when Cassi switched on the Hitachi.
Vicky couldn’t protect herself from the pain being exacted on her nipples and breast nor the pleasure escalating between her legs. Both qualities continued to increase until Cassi
ripped the clamps from Vicky’s nipples sending her into an amazing orgasm. 

While Vicky was recovering Cassi removed her restraints then removed Vicky’s. While sipping on a glass of wine they talked about their ordeal. They laughed about the mix up
and promised if there was ever “another time” they would plan better. They very carefully showered and had pizza delivered. They absolutely were NOT going to put clothes on and
thought about leaving the money on the porch. However, they decided since they had such a treat filled day they would treat someone else.

As they sat on the couch ready to take their first bites, both broke out in hysterical laughter. They were remembering the look on the face of the pizza deliver guy. Then as
they gazed at one another, they were mostly remembering the self bondage activity that went awry and how a blunder can turn out to be so incredible.