I walked down my street, homeward bound, as the afternoon sun played its light through the thick tree foliage overhead. It was finally summer. I had just finished my last university exam for the year and now I was free for the next four months to do whatever the heck I wanted to do. I had particularly been looking forward to the end of exams, not just for summer vacation, but also because I’d made a deal with myself to not play around with any bondage activities until my studies were done for the year. Tying myself up was always a sure fire way to waste the day away in blissful restraint, but not a great method for studying. It had been a long month of nothing but school work, but now I was on my way home to a relaxing afternoon of self-bondage.

I reached the steps of the little townhouse that I shared with my roommate and bounded up the steps. I went inside and gave a shout to see if she was still around. Nothing. She’s probably taken off by now to the airport. Or was she driving out to her folks’ cottage? She had told me at some point during the last couple of weeks but, like a lot of stuff, that had gotten chucked by the wayside of my frenetic studying. The important thing was that she was gone. I could remember a couple times that I was pretty sure she had seen me watching bondage videos. Not that she ever said anything. She seemed pretty laid back about most everything, something that I was supremely thankful for.

 

I went into my room and opened my closet door, hauling out a large duffel bag. I unzipped it and took a deep breath in as the smell of leather and rubber drifted out of the opened bag. It was filled with, in my personal opinion, a pretty decent collection of bondage equipment. Particularly since I’d been gathering it piecemeal on a student budget no less. I began digging through the bag, grabbing out two pairs of leather cuffs. Next came out a thick leather bondage hood, as well as a collar. Finally I picked out my newest purchase, something I had yet to try. It was a combo pack of a chastity cage and vibrating buttplug, but the butt plug also had a special feature. It could be remotely programmed to vibrate at various levels and frequencies, introducing a level of randomness in its use. I had really been looking forward to trying it out.

I grabbed my supplies and dumped them onto my bed. Then I quickly began undressing, shucking my clothes off quickly and tossing them into the corner. I was trembling a little now with anticipation; I picked up the chastity cage. Might as well make this the first piece, otherwise I might not be able to get it on later! I carefully fitted the base around my package and then brought the plastic casing up over my shaft to click softly into place. Trying not to think too much about what I was doing I swiftly locked a padlock onto the device and then breathed out in a rush. I was in chastity. For the first time. Just the thought of having my cock locked away suddenly made it start to swell, making the plastic sheath grow tighter around it. Good thing I did that first! I gave a little sigh at the feeling of restriction around my groin and then shook myself a bit. Time for enjoying that once I was fully done up.

Next I grabbed the ankle cuffs and buckled them on, enjoying the feel of leather wrapped around my limbs. I had made sure when I bought them, and the wrist cuffs, that they were meant for longer term bondage sessions. That way I wouldn’t be ending my self-bondage play times early because of that sort of discomfort. I locked little padlocks onto my ankle cuffs as well, then buckled the wrist cuffs on, leaving them unpadlocked for the time being. I was taking deep steady breaths now, trying to make sure I didn’t get too excited too quickly. Otherwise I’d be finishing this process with some serious discomfort from my locked up cock.

Before I went any further I grabbed the little keyring that I kept my cuff keys on and walked out into the living room. I grabbed one of the small endtables near the couch and placed the keys on top of it. It was a light enough end table that I’d be able to easily tip it over to get the keys, and low enough that on my knees I would be able to have my hands at an appropriate height to grab them off the table as well. That done I walked back into my room, enjoying the air flow over my naked skin, and the gentle bounce of my chastity device as I moved. I moved over to the bed and picked up the butt plug, my hands shaking a little as I did so. I dribbled some lube out of the small bottle I had, and rubbed it all over the plug, making sure it was nice and covered. Inserting it proved to be both easier and harder than I had expected. I got onto my knees and began gently pushing it up into my ass, the pressure making me moan as it began to enter me. My cock began to get hard again, straining against the chastity device as I pushed the plug in deeper. I moaned and gave it a final push, seating it deeply within me; I felt incredibly full down there.

I paused for a moment, letting the feeling of being plugged wash over me. My chastity device was tight now, and with the sensations from my rear it wouldn’t be getting any lesser any time soon. From where I knelt next to the bed I reached out and picked up the leather bondage hood. This was definitely my favourite item in my collection. It always provided a special sense of helplessness and confinement once I had it fully on. I tugged it over my head, feeling the leather caress my face as it slid done to encompass my head from crown to neck. There was an integrated gag and blindfold, both of which you could remove as needed, as well as two small holes for my nostrils. I tightened the hood with the cinches at the back and then opened my mouth, gagging myself with the penis gag that the hood had come with. Sucking on the rubber cock brought me further into a submissive mindset, particularly as the butt plug shifted within me as I moved. I moaned around the rubber phallus, getting further turned on. Not much longer, I thought to myself.

I quickly strapped the hood’s blindfold around my head, plunging me into darkness. As I tightened the blindfold the remote for the butt plug sounded a soft chime. I had two more minutes until it started the random program that I had set up for myself. I quickly felt around for the leather collar on the bed, finding it with my questing fingers, and then buckling it around my neck. I padlocked it as well and then carefully lay down onto the floor next to my bed. I snapped a short chain onto my ankle cuffs, connecting them together, and then threaded a padlock through. Moment of truth time, I thought. I patiently threaded the d-rings of my wrist cuffs through the padlock and then snapped it closed, locking myself into a fairly tight, though still comfortable, hogtie. Just as I locked myself in the butt plug suddenly sprang to life, pulsing vibrations in my rear. I moaned loudly into my gag, sucking on the rubber cock. I was in heaven!

I struggled in my bonds, enjoying the cathartic release of being helplessly bound and gagged. The butt plug stopped and started, now buzzing at a low intensity, then suddenly roaring to life and sending me bucking and twitching all over the floor. Then it would suddenly cease and I would moan in frustration, grinding my caged cock into the floor, desperately seeking some sort of release. But the chastity cage did its job, any ambition on my penis’ part to get hard was swiftly disabused by the unyielding plastic. The hood cut out most of the sound around me. I could vaguely hear my struggles, but anything beyond my movement was muffled and difficult to discern. I was trapped in my own little bondage world.

I spent quite a bit of time struggling around, not exactly sure how long, although the remote seems to have looped at least twice through the random program. Enough that I was starting to be able to detect the pattern of teasing vibrations that would ripple through my rear from the plug. I was starting to feel a little hungry, not having eaten anything since before my exam. Maybe I’d untie myself enough to make some food. I could always mash it down into a paste and then have to suck it through the penis gag. I trembled as a vibration coincided with that thought. That would be…ooooh…that would be…nice. I shook myself a little bit as the vibrations subsided. Time for that key, I thought.

I started to inch my way out of my bedroom like a worm. Everytime I contracted my knees up towards my chest the butt plug would shift, prompting a loud moan of pleasure from my gagged mouth. Then as I inched out and my legs came back down it would drive my caged cock into the floor, giving me some pleasurable friction and further reason to moan into the rubber cock in my mouth. The movement, combined with the vibrations from the butt plug made for a whole new experience. Needless to say, it was pretty slow going. It took me, I think, at least ten minutes just to reach my bedroom door. I mean, five of those minutes were spent writhing around as a powerful, and long, blast of vibrations hit me, but still. And geez, nothing like that had happened during the last two cycles. I was left panting into my gag, moaning in ecstasy as the vibrations finally subsided, now more than ever intent on releasing myself so I could…release myself.

I managed to wriggle through the doorway without anymore troublesome vibrations and paused for a moment, assessing. I was pretty sure, lying the way that I was, that the table was directly in front of me. Maybe a bit to the left. I began wriggling my way across the floor. Suddenly the butt plug blazed to life once more, for about ten seconds on its highest setting. I bucked my hips and screamed into my gag, the muffled sound traveling not far at all due to the gag and hood. The plug then calmed down, contenting itself with buzzing away at a constant low vibration. I moaned, sucking desperately on the rubber dildo in my mouth. That was…that had been…just…gahhh. Not cool, I thought to myself shakily, moving forward slower now, not cool at all. This thing was a little more powerful than I had been expecting. And the program seemed to be way more devious than I had imagined.

A few more minutes of wriggling forward brought me in contact with the table. I felt around with my hand to find one of the legs and, once I had it, carefully tipped it over so that it landed with the top facing in the direction my head was in. I frowned. I didn’t hear the keys sliding off. I crawled forward, the plug now alternating between its low and medium settings, keeping me moaning constantly through the rubber cock in my mouth. I couldn’t take much more of this without needing release. The damn vibrations were driving me crazy!

I blindly felt around on the floor for the keys. They definitely weren’t near the table. I gasped suddenly as the plug ramped up its intensity for a few brief moments before subsiding back into a low buzz. Damn it this thing was really driving me crazy! Where were those damned keys?! I thought, trying to control my desire to just squirm around and forget about my search. I needed those keys though. Otherwise I’d just be teased endlessly by this…Ooooooh…Damn machine in my rear!

I searched around the fallen table for a few more minutes, mmph’ing with increasing desperation as I came up empty. Where the hell could those keys have gone?? I whimpered into my gag as the plug reached another peak of vibration before lessening. My hips, seemingly of their own accord, were grinding desperately into the floor in a vain attempt to get off. I had to get out of this predicament. I had to…gahhhh…get this damn chastity device off. Then I suddenly remembered, through the haze of pleasure that I was drifting in, that I had a spare key for my locks hidden in my duffel bag! I just had to get back into my room, search through the bag without being able to see, and somehow find that little key. I moaned again at the thought of trying to accomplish such a task, but it looked like that was going to be my only way out of this mess.

I squirmed around, my nemesis shifting and vibrating away inside of me as I did so, and faced off roughly in the direction that I had come from. I wriggled forward more quickly now, eager to unlock myself from this torment of pleasure and give myself release from the pent up sexual energy coursing through my body. My hogtied limbs strained against their restraints as I moved, hoping against hope that maybe somehow I’d left one of them loose enough that a hand or foot could slip through. No such luck. No matter, once I got back into my room I could—

WHAM!

I had launched myself forward and suddenly, instead of empty space, there was a hard and unyielding door. Fortunately the thick leather of my hood cushioned the blow considerably. It was really the surprise of finding my bedroom door shut that threw me for a loop. What the hell?? I thought, shaking my head to clear it, I definitely left this open! What the heck is going on?? The vibrations picked up again and I moaned in pleasure, grinding my hips against the floor once more. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t do anything. My last hope was behind that door and somehow it was shut. I couldn’t open it, and the sensations from my rear were too strong to ignore now.

As I let out another long drawn out moan I suddenly felt the unmistakeable sensation of a hand caressing my leather encased head. Oh shit! Someone was in the room with me!

“Mmmph!” I grunted in surprise into my dildo gag. Another hand trailed its way down my bound arms, the sensation of leather on my skin telling me that whoever this was had leather gloves on. Then both hands were on my ass, massaging it, kneading it, as the vibrations continued down there. I moaned in pleasure. It felt sooooo good.

But who was this person? How the heck did they get in here with me and, more importantly, just what exactly were they going to do? My completely free summer now seemed to be about to backfire on me. No one was going to be concerned if they didn’t hear from me for months. I had made it pretty clear that I was going to be off and away doing one thing or another. No one would be concerned until school started back up again all the way in September! I moaned into my gag again at this prospect. Whoever had me, hopefully, wouldn’t realize just how much time they could keep me for.

My summer of fun had only just begun…