Katy struggled forward, her body heaving from side to side. She blindly pushed forward, feeling her way around the room. She was blindfolded and couldn’t remove the blindfold, and her ‘task’ was to escape the room. Somewhere in the room there was a key that would release her from her bondage.

Speaking of her bondage, she wore an elaborate belt harness. Her arms were lashed to her sides, her wrists were crossed over in a tight box-tie, and the harness reached a strap down under her crotch, the grommets rubbing at her crotch whenever she moved. Her legs were bound in a tight frog tie, all connected to the same belt harness she wore. It was all one unit, an elegant design that Katy hadn’t believed could be made. It was completely over-engineered: her friend Emily (who dabbled in product design) had spent years correcting every little flaw with the Body Belt Binder (the name was still a work in progress).

The harness had a single lock situated just below her hands. It was a massive padlock that was built into the smooth leather harness that, according to Emily, would simultaneously release every single belt around her body when the lock was released. Until then, everything was held comfortably tight.

Katy moaned through her gag in satisfaction as she wandered about the room, her bare body rubbing on the smooth floor. Emily had locked her in the room with the task of ‘testing out the product’ before she would send it off to be patented. Of course, the official purpose of the harness would be to safely restrain unruly inmates or patients, but Emily and Katy knew that there were other (much more entertaining) uses for that technology.

Emily had left Katy bound and gagged and blindfolded in the room, letting her search for the key. The goal was to make sure that the harness would be comfortable, even after a long duration bound in it. The blindfold was to make sure Katy couldn’t escape right away. The gag was just for a little added personal pleasure. The missing clothes and the rubbing grommets on her crotch… that was an even bigger bonus.

To heighten the bondage experience, Emily had left for the night, letting Katy explore the room on her own. Emily would be back in the morning to continue her work, but she figured Katy would escape pretty quickly. Besides, the workshop was fairly small. Katy had already worked her way around the edge of the room. Now she was exploring the middle parts.

Katy knew the key she was looking for: it was the size of a house key and made of bronze. She figured that when her bare body would rub against it, she would immediately recognize the cold metal on her skin, contrasting the smooth hardwood floor. So, she had happily set about wiggling around the room, slowly moving forwards, rubbing the crotch belt as much as she could to keep herself stimulated.

As she lightheartedly made her rounds, she wondered when she would eventually find the key. She had completed a full circle around the edge and she was slowly working her way inwards, but she thought she had made three full circles. That must mean that Emily had stashed the key in the dead center of the room… oh well, more bondage fun for me! she thought.

Blindfolded, she didn’t know how close she was to the center of the room. Although the workshop was small compared to other workshops, it was still a large room. Probably 10 body lengths on each side, or a solid 2 minutes of inching forward in a frog-tied and belted position that Katy was in. That meant she had almost 3000 square feet of floor to cover, which she hadn’t counted on.

As she inched her way forward, she moaned into her gag, testing how effective it was. It was just a large ball gag, so the drool was dribbling down her chin, but it didn’t mute her too much. Just enough to turn her on that extra bit. She moaned and groaned into her gag in glee as she wiggled about until suddenly… BANG!

Katy reeled back in pain, her head having roughly slammed into something. She groaned in pain and confusion… what was that? She couldn’t be more than halfway across the room… Emily had placed strips of duct tape over Katy’s eyes, making sure she wouldn’t be able to slide the blindfold off. No light seeped in through the sides, so Katy was completely disoriented.

“I should be in the dead center of the room, no?” she thought to herself. Feeling the thing she had just run into, it felt exactly like one of the edges of the room that she had rubbed against for her first lap. She took the easiest course of action and decided to go with the wall to find a corner. She slowly rubbed her body against it, turning to the right, then began struggling forwards, small moans of effort seeping out her gag.

Well before she expected it, her head ran into another wall. She went quite a bit slower now and was bracing for an impact, but it still startled her. “How far off track was I?” Katy asked herself painfully as she shook the effects of the impact out of her brain. “Oh well, I guess I need to start over my laps. More bondage for me!” Katy carefully slid across the wall again, the length of this wall feeling much closer to what she expected.

After another 30 minutes of slow struggle, Katy ran into another wall well before she expected it. “What the hell! I should be in the center of the room!” Katy suddenly felt a little more worried. She had veered off course the exact same way twice now. Was she lost? She decided to do what she did the last time, and she traveled along the wall until she reached a corner, then started doing her laps again.

Thirty minutes later, she ran into another wall. “OK, this isn’t good. I truly don’t know what’s going on” Katy thought to herself. Luckily, her bondage was still comfortable, but it was really exhausting to crawl around on the floor like this for hours on end. This time, she decided to go left around the wall instead of right. Struggling forwards, her sense of touch heightened, she kept struggling forward, bracing for impact…

The wall disappeared. Katy cried out into her gag in confusion. She backed up to find the wall, found it, then continued forward again. At some point, it simply disappeared. Feeling the edge where it vanished, the wall had taken an outwards 90 degree turn, rather than inwards like the square room should have done.

“WHAT?” Katy cried out into her gag. Had she crawled into another room? Was she lost? What had happened. Katy began to pull against her bondage, no longer enjoying the feeling of being restrained. She just wanted her blindfold off so she could see what was going on… Where was she? How did she get there? Was Emily tricking her? Was this a ‘challenge’ that she had made?”

“Empphlly!” Katy called out against her gag, praying that Emily was watching her somewhere. She struggled against the belts, her fingers scrabbling against the padlock. Why was it so well-made? Katy followed the new wall that curved inwards, hoping to find some sort of defining feature that would remind her of where she was. She continued along the wall for a terrifyingly long time, longer than Katy should have continued crawling in one direction. She was about to turn around and return to where she had come from, until her head finally came into contact with another wall.

“OWTH!” Katy cried out. She had begun to desperately throw herself forward, her top priority being finding another corner. Now that she had found one, she turned to the left, the wall still on her right. She continued forwards along this new path, growing more and more panicky as she went. She mentally toured the rooms of the facility that Emily’s workshop was in, and none of the rooms she knew were anything like this.

Katy kept crawling forwards, her body slowly becoming more and more exhausted as her restrained limbs began to burn. The belts didn’t seem as comfortable anymore either. The belts especially around her legs were beginning to painfully dig in, especially with how aggressively Katy was swinging her hips back and forth to edge forward. She wasn’t turned on at all anymore and the belt rubbing against her bare crotch only made her more and more upset at her predicament.

After what Katy thought was at least thirty minutes of crawling in a straight line, she stopped, panting and gasping for breath, drool soaking her chin. The wall had continued straight for this entire time, she hadn’t found a corner. It was the same hardwood floor and the same wall, just no corners.

Katy lay in a pool of sweat, vainly trying to stretch out her tortured limbs. Her body shook from the exertion, tears welling up in her eyes. In a rash decision of anger and exhaustion, Katy turned away from the wall and began blindly traveling outwards, away from any objects. Her blindfold remained unmoved, her sense of sight unrestored as she pushed forwards out into the center of the ‘room’ that she was in, flailing her body about to try to touch something, anything. Katy’s limbs burned as she naively flung herself out into the unknown, completely lost to her surroundings…

Emily walked up the door to her workshop, half-expecting to see Katy laying on the floor. She knew that Katy would have found the key, it was hidden against one of the edges of the room. She knew Katy was a resourceful-enough lady to find it right away.

Unlocking the door, she smiled to see that Katy was nowhere to be found. She glanced over to look where the key had been, and frowned, noticing the familiar glint of bronze. Walking over, she leaned down and picked up the bronze key she had made for the harness. She looked around for the harness before deciding that Katy had probably taken it home with her. Why she had left the key though… Emily didn’t know. She pulled out her phone and began to text Katy excitedly, asking how her evening of bondage had gone…

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