Synopsis: a self bondage lover takes her fantasies way too far...

Hi! My name is Chrissy and I am, as you've probably guessed, a bondage lover.

I'm a short brunette with blue eyes and a cute face, if I may say so myself. I've been practicing bondage since I was introduced to it by my now ex-boyfriend, and I loved it since the very first time.

However, since my boyfriend and I broke up I was bound to find an alternative. That was when I start doing self bondage. At first, I just did some safe ties and clumsy gags, which turned me on a bit but were mainly unfulfilling. Little by little, I started adding more difficulty to the bindings I applied to myself until now, that I proudly call myself a self bondage risk taker.

I love the thrill that comes when I can get caught in the middle of a session. That feeling of being discovered in an embarrassing position is something that usual boring self bondage can't give me. That's why I usually put myself in situations that would scare most of my fellows.

This is the story of one of those situations.

It all happened a hot summer day. I had booked a night in a hotel in West California. Well, the night passed and I decided to wake up early in the morning. I checked that the cleaning service was allowed to enter and let the game begin.

As much of a risk taker I am, I always try to ensure I have a way out of my self bondage, even if it's far from my helpless position. This time, I took a pair of scissors and left them under the bed.

Then, I gathered my bondage supplies, consisting in tape, ropes, zipties and my favorite ballgag, and headed towards the closet.

The plan was pretty simple, I would stay there, bound and gagged, while the cleaning service did their job. I'd use the time they were vacuuming to yell the hell out of me through my gag. Risky, right?

Well, risk is my game.

I got to the closet and left the door opened. After all, I'd need some light to carry out my task.

I was barely dressed. Barefeet, only wearing my most expensive lace lingerie, black panties and red bra.

I began by taping my feet together, with tape. Next, I added some tape to bind my calves and my thighs. Next, I moved on with rope. I applied some pieces on those parts that the tape wasn't covering. Since I couldn't work properly on my upper body -I'm flexible, but not that much- I always try to do my lower parts as tightly as tightly as I possibly could. I even used a little piece of cord to bind my thumbs together. I used another piece of rope to bind my ankles to my thighs, making myself bend my knees strictly.

Now, on with the upper body.

That's what I miss the most from ordinary bondage. Being a lonely bondage lover, I couldn't have some specific things done, such as binding my elbows or my breasts properly. That's why I tried to do my not-completely-satisfying self bondage as satisfying as possible.

I took a new piece and wrapped it around my waist to which I'd attached three pair of zipties. Two of them to make some homemade handcuffs and the other one to tie it to the rope.

Fine, all set. Now to the gag.

I've got this perfect ballgag that I love using on myself. Sometimes, I use some stuffing to muffle myself better, but for now, I wanted to feel the ball perfectly against my lips. I put it on, strapped it tightly behind my neck, and got ready for fun.

However, before circling my wrists around the ziptie handcuffs, I came up with a new idea. I took the roll of tape and covered my hands in it, separately. Then, I closed the door as I could and zipped myself.

"Mphhhhh" I moaned softly, trying my gag.

Now, I just had to sit and wait for the cleaning service to come.

My mind started to wander as I listened to the quietness of the room. I couldn't help but wonder if they'd find the scissors I'd left under the bed. I hoped not. I didn't want them to ruin my game.

After what seemed like an eternity, I could hear the beep beep from the bedroom's door, and then it opening. Then, some soft steps filled the silence of the room.

I heard the cleaning lady -I assumed it was a lady-, moving around, from here to there, probably taken off the dust of the room. I was patiently waiting for her to start with the vacuum.

I didn't have to wait for long. The loud noise of the cleaning device filled the room. This was my chance.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" I yelled, begging to not be heard.

This is the thrilling sensation I told you about. The chance of being caught is high, and that turns me on even further.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The sound of my muffled screams mixed with the vacuum's, making the cleaning lady unable to hear me.

However, all of a sudden, the vacuum stopped.

My heart skipped a bit. Did she hear me?

I heard some footsteps coming closer. I knew I was fucked up. This is what happens when you take risks. You can get caught from time to time.

Indeed, when the closet's door opened, I knew I was screwed.

"Shit!!! What happened to you!!" she exclaimed, her eyes filled with fear.

She was a pretty piece. Latin, in her thirties, with long, brown hair. She was wearing the cleaning uniform, a pale blue dress with white details.

"Mphhhhgg..." I blushed, embarrassed.

"Were you robbed? Are they still here?"

"Mphhhh" I shook my head 'no'.

"Hold on, I'll call the police!"

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" I yelled, terrified at the very thought of having to give explanations to the police.

I gestured her to take my gag off and she seemed to understand, since she complied.

"Oh, no" I said when I was able to speak again. "Don't call the police, please".

"But... what happened here?"

I felt like I was going to die of embarrassment as I pronounced my next words.

"I... I did it myself".

"Wait, what? Why would you do such a thing?"

"Well... it kind of turns me on" shit I wanted to die. "But this is embarrassing".

"But I still don't get it, ma'am. Why didn't you hang the 'Do Not Disturb' sign?”

Shit, this was getting even more embarrassing!

“It’s… it’s kind of a game, you know?”

“A game, you said?”

“A game. I put myself into such risky predicaments where I can get caught, or worse, stuck. But it’s so thrilling I can’t help it… and… I’m sorry, I’m sure you think I’m a freak right now”.

The girl looked at me, seemingly amused. It calmed me down a bit.

“Oh, I won’t judge you, sweetie. But I can see you’ve actually made a mistake”.

“Oh, really? What is that?”

“Well I think I could hear you because your gag isn’t stuffed”.

“What you mean by thaphfffff?”

As I tried to formulate my question, a pair of panties that I soon realized she had taken off were pushed inside my mouth. Next, the ballgag got back to do its job, attached behind my neck nice and tightly.

"Now, this is more like it, don't you think?"

"MPhhh?" I mumbled through my gag.

"And don't worry, I'll make sure no one bothers you, at least until I finish my shift".

With that, she closed the closet's door and left me again in darkness. But she went even further, I heard the key turning inside the lock. So she had locked me inside the closet?

I hear her footsteps going away, leaving me bound and more strictly gagged, and unsure of what plans she had for me.

Time passed slowly, my body ached, and my mind wandered. I wondered what was going to happen next. Would she come back? Would she undo this mess? Or was I really stuck here, helpless and at her mercy?

The darkness and the silence were almost unbearable. I tried to focus on anything else, but my mind kept going back to the events that led me here. How had I let it get this far? How had I let my desires consume me so completely?

After what I was sure were several hours, I heard again the door opening, and some footsteps coming closer.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHH!” I yelled. I had been there for way too long, unable to move or reaching my safe way out.

In fact, if she hadn’t found them, the scissors probably remained under the door.

The closet’s lock turned again and I was soon met by a beautiful Latin smile looking at me from over my head.

“You didn’t think I’d just leave you here like this, right?”

“Mphhh” I breathed, relieved.

She undid the rope binding my ankles to my thighs and helped me up. She then guided me towards the bed, which I reached by hopping.

“Now, let’s make this more realistic” she teased.

“MPhhhhh????”

I soon realized what she meant. She took a piece of rope from my supplies and tied my elbows together. I noticed this wasn’t the first time for her doing this, given the expert way she bound me.

My elbows almost touched each other, and all I could do was groan in frustration in my gag.

"MPHHHHHHHH" I yelled.

Yes, I like bondage, and the tight bonds this lady was putting me in heightened my arousal. But at this point, having been locked up in a closet against my will, faced several hours of tight inescapable bondage, the only thing I wanted was to be let go. But this lady had other plans in mind. Not even my ex boyfriend had ever tied me this tight.

"Oh, you don't have to thank me, sweetie" she mocked.

She put me in a tight hogtie, binding the just applied elbow rope to my ankles. Next, she looked at my face, holding a roll of white microfoam tape that wasn't mine.

"Look what I found in the storage room" she told me.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I yelled, realizing her intentions.

"I knew you'd love the idea".

I didn’t understand. What did she want from me? What were her intentions?

She unpeeled the edge of the roll and began wrapping it around my head, securing the ballgag in place. Each loop was tighter than the one before, aching my head and sticking against my cheeks.

"Now before I leave, since you've been so nice and honest to me, I've got one last gift for you".

She then grabbed a piece of the remaining ropes I hadn't used on me and approached my waist. She used it to give me a nice crotchrope, maneuvering to tie it while I was still lying face down.

As soon as the piece of nylon bit my clit, chills ran down my spine. I didn't know why I hadn't put it myself on the first place. It felt great. My muscles were numb, I was exhausted, and still horny as fuck. God I so love bondage.

"Well, now I leave you to enjoy your bondage, darling. Tomorrow is my free day, so I won't be able to come play with you. But do not fear, dear. I will leave the 'Do Not Disturb' sign. I won't let anyone to spoil your fun".

"MPHHHHHHHHHH" I yelled, a mixture of arousal and fear in my voice.

"Have fun" she waved me goodbye as she left the room, abandoning me in my predicament.

So I was tied up, unable to escape or call for help, for an unknown amount of time. The rope against my clit made me lost. I wanted to get free, but also to cum. Unfortunately, the tape around my hands made me not to be able to grab the rope to play with it, so I just wriggle against the bed, hoping it would be enough.

It was, indeed. A hot, loud orgasm hit me within barely five minutes. Now, to the hard task.

I suddenly remembered about the scissors under the bed. It was difficult, yes, but why not? I struggled, squirming like a worm until I reached the edge of the bed. I mentally prepared myself for the hit to the ground. I rolled over and... PLAST!! My hip hurt immediately but, luckily, I didn't hit my head. The ache caused by the strength of the tape was painful enough.

I took a couple minutes to recover myself, and then began rolling towards under the bed. Unbelievably, I managed to get there but, when I searched for the scissors, I realized there was nothing but dust there. I had risked my own wellness for nothing.

That bitch might have found my way out and took it from me. FUCK!

Realizing that escape was a chimera, all I could do was lay there and try to get some rest to try it again the following day. Well, that, and beg for my captor to have a good heart after all to come rescue me.