Originally published in Bondage Life, No. 9, June 1981

Scanned and Transcribed by guardian46w

Dear Harmony,  

I enjoy Bondage Life very much and buy every issue as soon as it comes out. If Number Seven is the last one I have all of them. I am a woman in my late thirties and have been into bondage for 13 years. I enjoy being tied up and gagged and photographed. I would like to send you some pictures but I don't want my face in a magazine. To me a bondage photo without the lady's face showing is nothing. I did however think you might be interested in the story of how I got into bondage.

It all started in November of 1967. I was stationed with the Navy Wavs in Maryland at the time. I went to college for two years and became bored with it. I decided to join the service and see some different places. I chose the Navy because I thought they had the sharpest uniforms. I really thought I was something in my dress blues. I was not what you'd call a beautiful girl. I was 5'8" and a little heavy but I wore very tight girdles so it looked well packed and I was definitely not lacking in the bust department. I wore my uniform skirts and jackets as tight as I dared. My skirts were cut off right at the knees and to take a very large step was just about impossible. I always wore high heel pumps instead of the low-cut work shoes some of the girls wore. With my blue and white cap and white dress gloves I have to admit I cut quite a figure. From the looks I got from some of the men they must have thought so too. I had very few "civvies" and wore my uniform most of the time after hours. I would tell people I didn't feel like going home and changing. I would usually get off work, put on my hat and gloves, check myself out in the mirror and go over to the E.M. club for a beer before I went home.

On this one particular evening in November, I decided to stop by the shore patrol office to see if my friend Betty wanted to have one with me. She was a yeoman at the front desk. It was a chilly evening so I put on my nylon raincoat over my dress blues. I had it taken in tight like the rest of my clothes. It felt good with my wool suit against the cold air. The only thing cold were my legs. I wore the sheerest of nylons held up firm by garters on my girdle. I never wore panty hose.

I had forgotten that Betty had the duty that night and couldn't leave. She asked me to sit and have a cup of coffee instead. I took off my white gloves and sat in a chair in front of her desk. As we talked, I looked around the room and noticed a pair of metal handcuffs hanging on the wall. Something about them caught my eye. I kept looking at them as we talked. The more I looked the more fascinated became. I imagined what it would feel like to have someone put them on my wrists. I began to get the chills thinking about it. After about an hour I decided I had to get out of there. I put on my gloves and made ready to leave. Betty asked if I would watch the phone and radio so she could go to the restroom. She no sooner left the room when I acted. I didn't even think first. I ran behind her desk as fast as I could in a tight skirt and heels, put the handcuffs in my purse, slung it over my shoulder and sat back down. Luckily the key was on a ring next to them.

Sitting waiting for the bus and all the way home I felt excited. A tingle was going through my whole body. Why wouldn't the bus go faster. I crossed and recrossed my legs and fidgeted with my gloves. I would open and close my handbag to make sure they were still there. When we reached my stop, I ran the two blocks home. My roommate was on leave so everything was just right. Without bothering to take off my hat and coat I sat in a chair and took out my new toys. I opened up the ratchet and snapped it over my left wrist. A jolt went through me like an electric shock. I knew if I put the right one on, they might be hard to get off but at the time I didn't care. I snapped it on and tightened them as much as I could stand. Even over my gloves they hurt but it felt good. I got up and walked into my bedroom. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror seeing my white gloved hands locked in front of me. By that time, I was so excited I started feeling dizzy. I lay down on the bed staring at the ceiling pretending I was someone's prisoner. Then I imagined I was handcuffed and locked in my room for punishment. I was made to dress in those warm tight clothes and girdle and stay in my room all day for being bad. I won't go into all the details but my excitement finally reached its peak. I lay there like that resting for a while and decided it was time to take them off and have dinner. I straightened my rumpled clothes and went to my purse and found the key. I had them on so tight I couldn't bend my hand enough to get it in the lock. Finally, I went to the kitchen and got some pliers. By holding the key in the pliers, I got them off. I noted never to put them on with the key hole facing towards me, I'd never get them off.

I could hardly sleep that night thinking of my experience. I couldn't figure it out. I had seen pictures of women tied up on detective magazines and in the movies and never thought all that much about it. Why did seeing those handcuffs excite me so? I just knew I had to do it again, only this time with more equipment.

I got up and dressed with all intentions of going to the base. I donned a fresh set of blues as my others had become slightly worse for wear from my tumble on the bed. My raincoat looked the same so I just put it over my arm in case I needed it. It was a little warmer that morning so I felt just right as I walked toward the bus stop tapping out a rhythm in my high heels. I had put the cuffs in my purse. I didn't know why; I surely couldn't play with them at the office. I opened my purse and saw them glittering in the sunlight. I got that itch again and felt about as much like going to the base as having all my teeth pulled. I knew that about a quarter of a mile down the road there was a hardware store that would have everything I needed for some more games. I went to the phone booth on the corner, called in sick, and started walking that way. I had 45 minutes before they opened so I walked around looking in store windows and enjoying the morning sun. I took a fresh pair of white gloves from my purse and put them on stopping at a window checking my reflection as I smoothed them over my fingers. I adjusted my hat and tugged my suit jacket down over my hips. Not bad I thought, not bad at all.

I was about to walk away when I noticed I was standing in the window of a men's store and right in front of me was a leather belt. Another jolt of 220 went through me as I thought of it pulled tight around my arms. I noticed they opened a half hour after the hardware store. Just right. I walked in just as soon as the door was unlocked. I purchased two coils of clothesline, a length of chain, a dog collar, and a small padlock. From the men's shop I bought three leather belts explaining they were gifts and I had a very fat uncle who took the longest they had. I noticed with satisfaction that the clerk kept giving me the once over the whole time.

I walked back to my apartment as fast as I could. I almost wished I hadn't worn such a tight skirt and girdle. The pumps didn't help either as I almost stumbled trying to run up the steps. Somehow, I made it without an accident. It's a wonder considering the state of excitement I was in. All I could think about as I walked was how I was going to apply the straps and chain.

I put my purse and raincoat down and dumped out my purchases on the couch.  I paced back and forth for a while figuring out how I was going to do this. I thought of tying myself to the chair with the rope but couldn't figure out how I would get to the handcuff key. I finally decided to use the belts and strap myself up on the couch. That way I could sit or lie down while I was bound. I decided the first thing I needed was a gag. All this was worthless unless I was gagged. I went to the kitchen and got out my bag of torn sheets and pillow cases. I cut three strips off a sheet and wet the ends of two of them from the tap. One long one I put in my mouth between my teeth, stuffed another one in front of it, till my mouth was full, then wound it once more around tying it tight behind my head. With the wet ends I could pull it very tight. For good measure I took the other strip and tied it over my mouth pulling the wet ends tight as before. It was clumsy going wearing gloves but when I was finished, I was very effectively gagged. Then wouldn't you know it, as I was walking back to the living room, the phone rang. I would have laughed if it was possible. Let it ring I thought, I'm going to be tied up for a while.

I next wound the metal chain twice around my waist, cinched it up as tight as I could and padlocked the handcuffs to it letting them hang down in front of me. I put the collar around my neck and fastened one end of the chain to it pulling my head down slightly. I was glad I had bought a long chain. I took one of the belts and strapped my ankles together. I noticed the other end of the chain was long enough to reach the floor so I hooked it into the clasp before I buckled it. I hadn't thought of that when I bought the chain. When I straightened up it tugged on the cuffs which in turn made me hold my head down a little more. I took the other strap and bound my legs just above the knees hooking the chain to it as before. By now my hands were shaking so much I could hardly hook the belt. Now all I had to do was control myself until I could get my arms strapped and slip on the cuffs.

I took the extra-large belt and wound it around my arms at the elbows. It was just long enough to reach the first hole. I wanted it tighter but it was too awkward trying to pull it anymore. Then I got an idea. I took a piece of the clothesline and tied it to the end of the belt after I put it through the clasp. I tied the other end to the arm of the couch and leaned back. The belt cinched up tight around my body squeezing my arms to my side. I managed to take it up two more notches. Perfect, the buckle was dead center between my elbows. I hooked the chain from my neck and my waist in there and buckled it. I undid the rope. put the end of the belt through the loop and sat back on the couch shaking with excitement. I made sure the key and pliers were handy. smoothed my gloves up under my sleeves and locked my trembling hands in the handcuffs. I sat there and looked over my plight. What a job I thought, not bad for a beginner. I could hardly move. My handcuffed wrists were locked tight to my waist. I couldn't reach the strap around my knees or my gag. Oh yes, the gag. I thought it might loosen when the cloth dried out but if anything, it became tighter. All the noise I could make were muffled cries. I thrashed around a bit testing my bonds. I was caught but good, completely helpless. I put my strapped legs up on the coffee table in front of me and leaned back enjoying the feeling of the leather bands holding me tight. I looked down at myself tingling all over as I saw the belts digging into my nylon clad ankles and knees. The one around my body held my wool suit jacket in close pushing my breasts out. I tried to reach my cuffed hands up to touch it but the chain around my waist and to my knees held them secure in my lap. I folded my hands, closed my eyes and fantasized.

I had been kidnapped by a tall dark man. He brought me to his apartment gagged and in handcuffs. He strapped me up with his belts and left me while he went to mail the ransom note. When he came back, he checked my bonds and loosened my gag but instead of taking it off he pulled it even tighter. "Little girls should be seen and not heard." I wanted to tell him that I didn't want to get loose even if I could and enjoyed being his prisoner but all I could do was mumble against the gag. Again, I won't go into details but I will say that I reached a sexual high I never experienced before. I tugged my skirt back down over my knees as best I could and leaned back exhausted. I saw the key and pliers next to my legs on the table but had no desire to use them. I just wanted to sit there and feel the luxury of my bonds. I never got tired of pulling against them. I had the handcuffs tightened down as much as I dared. If I kept my fists bunched up, they didn't hurt but if I opened them the metal cut into my wrists through the gloves. I noticed the clock said ten. I had been that way for about an hour and I still had the rest of this wonderful day ahead of me.

I closed my eyes again and began to think about Betty. What would she think about all this? It would be fun to have someone else do this to me. Ah yes Betty did this to me. She said to come over for dinner after work. When we drove up to her apartment, she said to close my eyes and hold out my hands, she had a surprise. I turned on the seat to face her and did as she said. Before I knew it, the cuffs were snapped over my gloved wrists.

"What is the big idea?"

"Oh, I just thought I would keep you prisoner for a while, that's all. Don't you want to be my prisoner? It's just a game. Try it and if you don't like it, I'll let you go."

"Well OK but don't hurt me."

She put my raincoat over my shoulders and led me inside. "Sit on the couch I'll be right back."

I sat there waiting to see what she had in mind. She hadn't turned on the heat and the room was cold. I pulled the raincoat around me as best I could with cuffed hands. I didn't have long to wait. She came back carrying the straps and chain. She did my legs and arms. When she finished with the collar and chain, she stood back to look over her work.

"I think that should hold you for a while."

"Why are you doing this to me are you mad at me?"

"Of course, not darling, I told you it was just a game. You like playing it don't you?"

"I guess so it is different I couldn't get out of it in ten years." I struggled in my bonds to show her.

"Yes, that's very nice, now all we need is a gag."

"Why don't you tighten the handcuffs another notch first."

"Do it yourself, make them as tight as you want." I squeezed them another notch and sat back as she gagged me.

"Now you're all ready for the party."

I won't go into what the party was but thinking about it left me spent as before. It was now 10:35. I still didn't want to get loose. My skirt was bunched up around my thighs exposing my garters and the tops of my nylons. I decided to stand up and rearrange myself. I put my feet on the floor. leaned forward, and somehow managed to stand teetering on my high heels. I had to stoop over for the collar came tight against the chain. The chain from my hands to the belts became taut so I couldn't move my hands up or down. As I wiggled my hips to get my skirt down, I noticed my reflection in the mirror in my bedroom. I hopped a few feet to my right so I could get a straight shot through the open door. There I was standing there bound and gagged. I stood there watching myself struggling. With weight on my legs the straps bit like mad. I didn't care. Just watching myself turned me on like nothing ever had: I turned so I could look over my shoulder and see my back. I could see the silver chain around my waist and the black belt across my back. I turned to get a side view. My blue suit and matching pumps set off the straps nicely. The gag went well with my blue and white hat, white blouse and gloves. I'm very smartly hound I thought.

Finally, I could stand no more. I had to sit back down to get the strain off my legs. I was getting very tired but I still didn't want to get loose yet. I managed to lay down on my back and get my head on a pillow. I lifted my strapped legs up and stretched out the best I could. I lay there for some time biting on my gag staring up at the ceiling. I certainly had done a good job, I thought. I wondered if I could get out of it or not. It felt so good I didn't really care. I couldn't budge without a chain or strap becoming taut. I lay there thinking how much more exciting it would he if my hands were behind me. I knew I could never unlock the cuffs that way. As I lay there wondering how I could do it. I dozed off.

When I awoke it was 12:00. Over an hour I had slept. I felt rested and much better. I decided it was time to try a new bondage position. With much difficulty I managed to get the key and pliers. It was then I noticed that I had put the handcuffs on with the key holes facing up. Every time I tried to get the key in the cuff on my other hand would dig in and cut off circulation. Wearing gloves made it all that much more awkward. After dropping the key twice in my lap, I painfully managed to get it in position and turn it. What a relief it was then they came open. I sat like that for a while rubbing my wrists. When the circulation came back, I removed the rest of my bonds and took the gag off. I walked around the room straightening my rumpled clothes. My legs and arms were sore but it felt good. I was ready to try it again. I still had half the day left. This time I decided to try the rope. I could wind it around my hands behind me but not really tie it.

This time I chose the bed as there would be more room to struggle. I took the rope and handcuffs into my room and put the gag back on as before. As it turned out. I should have left the cuffs alone. That being my first time experimenting with bondage I didn't know things that I know now. I now know that it is possible for a person to become to engrossed in what they are doing and tie themselves up so they can't get loose. I didn't know this at the time and was too excited to care if I had known.

I took a knife and cut off a length of rope and set to work. I sat on the edge of the bed and bound my ankles together. With the rest of it I bound my legs above and below the knees. I pulled the last knot good and tight leaving about two feet of rope dangling. So far so good I thought, now for the arms. This proved more difficult. Tying one's own arms isn't easy. I wound it around my body just below my breasts five or six times then slipped my arms into the loop. I pulled out as much slack as possible and tied it around each of my elbows a couple of times then tied both ends together in front of me. This left two ends to do something with. The short end I tied around my neck tying a double knot that wouldn't slip. The long end I wound around my waist a few times and wriggled my hands through the loop. The end of the rope I tied around both of my lower arms just above the bottoms of my sleeves leaving some slack in between. I made a knot and then tied the strand from my knees to it. The whole setup wasn't very tight until I tried putting my hands behind me. As I inched my hands farther and farther behind my back, the ends tied to my elbows and lower arms began taking the slack out of the loops around my body. I managed to get my hands about a foot apart where I could just touch fingers. All the slack in the loops was taken up and the rope was tight around my body biting into the material of my jacket. How clever of me. I was very proud of myself.

I was becoming more and more excited as I struggled against the ropes. They were terribly tight but I loved it. I made muffled noises through my gag as I wriggled against my bonds. Now if only my hands were bound. How could I tie my own hands? I couldn't think of a thing. Then I noticed the handcuffs on the edge of the bed. I think I knew that I could never unlock them behind my back. I knew if I put them on, I'd never get them off by myself. The more I struggled against the ropes the more I wanted my hands bound and the less I cared about common sense and how I would get loose. I inched my way across the bed until they were directly behind me. I'll just put them on one wrist. I picked them up and locked my left wrist in one of the cuffs. I lacked about an inch or so of slack for the other cuff to reach my right wrist. I pulled and wriggled with everything I was worth. I knew I was wrong but I was too excited to stop myself.

The bonds became tighter as I tried to pull my hands together. By the time I had enough slack to cuff my right wrist they were so tight I was afraid they would cut off circulation. I was glad I had left on my suit coat. I had thought of taking it off as it might have been too warm. My blouse would have been little protection against the ropes. As it was, they cut painfully into my arms. I had my right wrist in position where all I had to do was snap the cuff and I would be completely helpless. I was shaking with excitement. I couldn't stand to be half tied up. If my wrists weren't bound the whole thing was a waste. To hell with it, I thought as I snapped the cuff around my right wrist locking it tight. I reached over and tightened the left one a notch for good measure. I had done it. I can't describe the feeling. I couldn't get loose and didn't want to. I stood up and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I had to bend over slightly from the rope around my neck. The one from my knees to my waist became tight pulling my cuffed hands even tighter against my back. The more I would pull against it the more I could feel the ropes around my waist getting tighter. I stood there taking in the sight. I was bound tight in the white clothesline. It matched perfectly my blue suit and pumps. I turned sideways so I could see my gloved hands locked in the steel cuffs. I knew I couldn't get out of this but it felt so good I couldn't have cared less. It wasn't until much later I began caring.

Standing there in high heels with my legs tightly bound was difficult to say the least. I finally lost my balance and fell over on the bed knocking off my hat. I lay there with my feet on the floor, staring at the ceiling unable to move. I wriggled in the ropes feeling my cuffed hands under me. With some struggling I managed to get my feet up on the bed and my head on the pillows. I would lay on my back for a while then turn on my side, struggling, making muffled noises in the gag. It felt the best when I turned on my tummy and lifted my legs up behind me. How wonderful it would be to be hogtied I thought. I knew I could never do that myself. Finally, I let my legs down and relaxed in the embrace of the ropes. They were very tight, especially around my elbows, and lower arms. I couldn't pull any slack in the short chain between the bracelets that encircled my wrists. I lay there for some time letting my mind wander.

As I got off the bus one evening, I was forced at gunpoint into a car by a man and a woman. He drove and she got in the back seat with me.

"What do you want with me?"

"You'll find out sweetie," she said as she took the manacles from her purse. "Now turn around and put your hands behind you."

As I was looking down the barrel of a gun, I had no choice. I winced as she locked them tight on each wrist. She then took out some cloth strips and gagged me. She locked the seat belt across my lap and tied another cloth around my eyes. It did no good to struggle so I sat back and waited for what was in store. After about an hour the car stopped. The seat belt was unbuckled and I was led into a house where the blindfold was removed. I shook my head and mumbled into the gag.

"Sorry honey that stays on. Can't, have you bothering the neighbors.”

"Let's cut the crap" the man told her. "Take her in the spare bedroom and tie her up so we can tend to business."

"It will be a pleasure; I think I'm going to enjoy this. Come along dear." She grabbed my elbow and led me to the room.

They sat me down on the bed and produced the clothesline. I struggled and kicked but it did no good. I was no match for her in a tight skirt and with my hands locked behind my back. She soon had my arms and legs bound tight.

"Sorry about it being so tight but he's the boss."

She lifted my feet up one the bed and pushed me over on my back. She sat down beside me and pushed some hair out of my eyes.

"Now you just lie there and be quiet until we get back." She kissed me on the forehead and stood back to survey her work. "My you look so comfy cozy. Bye bye."

As I lay there on my bed, I imagined myself waiting for my captors to come back. I picked up the key and tried to get it into the lock. Even with the pliers it was impossible. Gloved fingers didn't help matters. I had really gone and done it. I tried to spit out the gag but it remained tight. I rubbed my face against the bedspread trying to slide it off but it was no good. I was beginning to get scared but it was so exciting to be completely helpless awaiting my captors. But there were no captors and no one to come in and free me. I gave up with the key and rested on my side looking at my bonds. I thrilled to the sight of the ropes wound around me. My skirt had ridden up around my thighs. The rope from my waist to my knees had bunched it up between my legs. My nylon tops and garters were exposed. My girdle began to feel very tight. I wiggled my hands in the cuffs feeling their tight embrace. Yes, I had really done it this time.

Well, obviously, I got out of the mess. If you're interested, I'll write and tell you. If not, I'm just wasting my time. I really don't like typing. That was not my training in the Navy as you can see. Keep up the good work. I hope you enjoyed hearing about my experience and will want to hear what happened.

 

Sincerely, Mrs. B., Portland, Oregon