When Nick got a message from Amanda asking for him to come over at 5pm today, he was surprised. He also suspected the reasoning. Ever since he had noticed some rope marks on her wrist one day when her sleeve had slipped down. Her eyes had gone wide before glancing up at him and seeing his knowing smile, she had blushed and looked away. From that day on, she had never explicitly said anything about self-bondage, or any bondage really, but he noticed a change in how she approached him in friend gatherings and sometimes when she invited him over for study sessions.
What Amanda didn’t know was that Nick was undercover. Not as a law enforcement officer, but as a slaver. Nick spent much of his time scouting out ideal targets from the university age population, scouring social media, taking pictures on campus, the works. It was a target rich environment, especially with the local clubbing and nightlife scene that were slowly being brought into the fold of the slavers. This made sure he had some tools available, such as the microcamera he had snuck into her room one night when she went to the bathroom. Pulling up that camera feed, he watched as Amanda prepared for a self bondage session. His suspicions were correct, she was using him as a self bondage emergency contact. If anything went wrong, he would be there at the appointed time to free her and since he already potentially knew about her penchant for bondage, it saved her the embarrassment of another friend finding her. It was all too easy sometimes, he laughed to himself.
Spinning around in his chair and pulling up the stream on his laptop, he sat back and watched as Amanda went through her self-bondage routine. Thankfully his roommate was out for the day, so he got all the privacy he could need. On screen, the Asian girl got dressed in an outfit that she would have never been caught dead in. The normally conservative girl was dressed in leather leggings, a lacy red and black teddy, and black leather knee high platform boots with a skyscraper stiletto heel. Nick had to admit she looked incredibly attractive. Maybe she just needed more confidence, but without her glasses and actual makeup on she pulled the look off stunningly. But she kept that behind closed doors and if Nick hadn’t had the micro-camera, he would never have known either.
Now dressed, she continued her journey into self-bondage. A set of leather cuffs and a collar were laid out on the bed, along with a ballgag and a chain. Leather opera gloves soon joined them but were almost immediately picked up and slid up her slender arms. Then began her bondage. The first item was the ballgag, the red ball settling between her lips nicely as the straps were pulled back under her glossy black hair and buckled in place. The collar followed and Nick couldn’t wait until that was permanently locked around her neck. The leather cuffs were soon buckled and padlocked around her wrists and ankles before she stood up, a bit unsteady in her boots, and left the view of the camera. He was a little disappointed but it wasn’t long before she tottered back into view holding what looked like the keys attached to a frozen string. Taping the end of the string to the back of her chair, she settled down and began to set up the last parts of her bondage. A padlock joined her booted ankles together along with a length of chain that she left dangling. Rolling onto her front, she maneuvered a larger padlock between her wrist cuffs, then after a minute of trying, slid it through a loop on the end of the chain before she locked it off.
Now Amanda Lee was completely helpless. Nick turned up the volume to listen to her cute moans as she rocked side to side in her self-bondage and gave some token struggles. He checked the clock, it was about 2:30 right now so plenty of time in theory for her to get free and clean up before he arrived, the ice probably would last 45 minutes at most. Still, she was completely alone and a very easy target so whether or not she got free or not later, he was going to bring her in. Dam if those boots didn’t look good on her though. He thought to himself. Maybe when she was done training, he could buy her with his discount. She was a cutie.
Closing down the feed, he decided to get back onto campus for some more photography scouting in the meantime and then head on over. Loading up his bag with some supplies and gear, he headed out with the image of a hogtied Amanda dancing in his mind.
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At 4:45, Nick decided it was time to pack things up and get over to Amanda’s place. He was happy with the scouting he had done, identifying at least two more potential targets. Pulling up his phone on the walk over, he checked the camera and to his surprise, Amanda was still hogtied on the floor. He inspected the room in confusion before zooming in on Amanda herself and seeing the flash of keys coming from her hogtie chain. The string of keys had gotten tangled up in the chain, out of reach of her flailing hands and she was unable to free herself. She looked exhausted, her struggles were weak and Nick smiled to himself. Her backup relief was on its way, a good component of practicing self bondage. Too bad it wouldn’t work out for her.
He was let in by a food delivery guy into her building and Amanda had told him she would leave the front door of the apartment unlocked so it was easy to walk in until he arrived at her bedroom door. He could hear some frantic muffled noises behind the door and smiled to himself. Punching in the code that he had been provided, he opened the door to Amanda’s room and was greeted with a beautiful sight. Amanda seemed to go from horrified and embarrassed as her face flushed red, to her shoulders visibly sagging in relief as she realized it was Nick and her saviour. “Hmmm nnnnnnk” She whimpered behind the ballgag as she flexed again at her cuffs.
“Hi Amanda.” He smiled pretending to take everything in stride. “Quite a predicament you got yourself into here.”
She rolled back onto her front, possibly embarrassed at being seen in the outfit she was in and whined behind her gag again, trying to indicate the keys with her head. “This outfit looks good on you, you should wear it more often.”
She rolled her eyes at his statement before her eyes went back to pleading for release from her self-bondage. “Alright, let’s see here.”
It took a minute for him to be able to untangle the string holding all of her keys from the hogtie chain. “Pretty smart setup you had here.” He commented before he discreetly pulled a padlock out of his bag.
Amanda just laid her head on the floor. “Jsssss ggmmmm mmmmrrrr rrrrrttt.” She begged.
“Ok.” Nick flashed a predatory grin before looping the padlock through her wrist cuffs and pulling her back, while at the same time shoving her legs forward.
Caught by surprise, Amanda didn’t even resist as her legs were folded up to her wrists and the padlock slipped through her ankle cuffs to pull her into an incredibly tight hogtie. It forced her back into an arch and lifted her shoulders off the floor with how strict it was. “RRRRRMMM!” She cried out as she became a pretzel. “NCK WTRRR RRR DNNNNG?”
“Giving you what you dream of.” He said as he knelt beside her head and stroked her hair. “Your self-bondage adventures are over now. Instead, you’ll always be bound and gagged by someone else. Someone else will be holding the keys. Since I’m now going to sell you into slavery.”
Amanda seemed stunned and for a second, she didn’t move before the meaning sunk in and she began to freak out. “Shut up!” Nick said as he slapped her breasts, causing her to freeze again.
Pulling out his second phone, he made a quick call. “Hey, yeah I have one for pickup. I’ll send the address. Let me know how long you think you need.”
It only took a couple of minutes before he got a ping on his phone. He stood back up and placed his bag on her desk beside the keys to her bondage. It would take about 40 minutes until his pickup crew arrived. “Well.” He said as he stepped forward and unzipped his pants. “Since it’ll be a while before the crew gets here, I’ve been rather stressed out lately with school. Why don’t you provide me some relief…”