Clara was undeterred by the recent string of perilous self-bondage situations she had stumbled into. As usual, her single-mindedness got the better of her. So she had been doing her research, spending hours searching the web for other extreme self-bondage situations. She noticed a recent trend in the bondage world where the helpless heroine was bound with a plastic bag over her head. In most cases, the bag wasn’t totally airtight, allowing the girl restricted breathing through her mouth and nose. In some cases, the video ended with an airtight bag over the girls head, and the audience was left to wonder if she would ever be rescued. Clara decided she would find the happy medium between the two scenarios. She needed something to do this weekend, while her boyfriend- Chris- was away on business.

Clara was already padding around her apartment in just her red lace teddy. She had always fantasized that there were peeping Toms looking in her window, and she dressed for the occasion. She felt so sexy in her lingerie. She spent most of her time in tight, skimpy panties, but sometimes she needed something more extravagant. The teddy barely covered her large breasts, and was held up by thin straps that tied at the back of her neck. A thin strip of red, lacy material stretched from below her breasts all the way down past her waist, barely covering her smooth, shaved pussy. The thong connected in back to the thin red straps around her hips. Very little material for such a curvy girl.

First, Clara went to the kitchen and grabbed the one-quart water bottle from the freezer. A few days ago, she had added two sets of handcuff keys and filled it with water. Now it was a solid block of ice that would take hours to melt before she could retrieve the keys. She went back to her bedroom and gathered the things she needed. She laid a blanket out on the hardwood floor next to her bed and set the water bottle on the floor next to it. She pulled her special box from under the bed and took out the items she would need: two six-foot nylon ropes, two sets of handcuffs (which matched the keys), one roll of duct tape, one white bandana, a pair of one-inch leather straps, one silk thigh-high stocking, an extra-large freezer bag, and one small magic vibrating egg. Clara closed the box and got to work.

First, she slid out of her teddy, leaving her completely naked. She added the leather straps around her body, above and below her breasts. Then she tied one set of handcuffs to one of the ropes, and tied that rope to the base of the bedpost. She cuffed her ankles and found that she had limited mobility- she could move only a couple of feet away from the bed. Next she slid the egg into her pussy, set it to random, and then started on the crotch rope to hold it in place. She wrapped the second rope around her waist and tied it in back. She pulled one strand tightly through her pussy and tied it around the rope in front. The buzzing had already gotten her wet, but she wanted to finish her bondage before her first orgasm. With her feet and crotch rope secure, she moved on to her gag.

Clara loved being gagged. It made her feel so helpless, especially when her mouth was fully stuffed and she couldn’t call for help. She had tried many gags before, and now she wanted to try a new one. She picked up her lacy red teddy and rolled it up into a large ball of lace. She forced the ball in behind her teeth, but it wouldn’t all fit. So she pressed against the lace for several minutes until it was all able to pack into her mouth. It was the most cloth she had ever tried to pack in her mouth, and it was just as silencing as the large sponge with which she had recently gagged herself. Her roll of silver duct tape was extra wide and extra sticky, and so she took a single strip and pressed it firmly over her lips, which had finally closed most of the way around the wad of lace. She smoothed the tape over her mouth several times, making absolutely sure she couldn’t force out the packing. Finally, she tied the white bandana over her eyes, effectively rendering her blind.

Now came the exciting part. Clara picked up the plastic bag and the stocking. She pulled the plastic over her head and down to her neck. She tied the stocking around her neck to hold the bag in place, making sure not to tie it too tight that she wouldn’t be able to get air. After a few minutes, she realized her breathing was restricted, but that she had enough air to endure several hours of bondage. The vibrator was persistent and she could feel an orgasm coming on, so she hurried to complete her bondage. She shimmied her arms behind her through the leather straps, grabbed the other pair of handcuffs, and clicked them over both of her wrists. Before she even laid out on the floor, she was overtaken by the first of many orgasms.

On and on it went. The egg was unpredictable and merciless, driving wave after wave of pleasure over her. The tight crotch rope rubbed her in all the right ways. The gag rendered her screams of pleasure almost inaudible, and the plastic bag tied over her head cut off all noise whatsoever. Someone standing across the room wouldn’t have heard Clara- who was moaning as loudly as she could with each orgasm. The limited air heightened the pleasure of each climax, and she bucked so wildly against her bonds that she knocked over the water bottle. As it rolled noisily across the hardwood floor, Clara realized with a jolt that her being tethered to the bed post would prevent her from rolling over to find the bottle. Even if she could somehow get loose, she was blindfolded and would have a hard time finding it. The total helplessness of her situation…the vibrating, the massive gag, the limited air….scared and thrilled her, and she was overcome by yet another powerful orgasm.

“At least I didn’t have any plans the rest of the day,” thought Clara as she writhed helplessly on the floor.