It was a dark and stormy night. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. In truth, it was a hot, summer evening, June if I remember correctly, and the year was 1987. A lot has changed in the years since then. People have moved away, more people have moved in. Some towns have become ghosts and other simply absorbed into the growing suburbs of the cities. Some things have been forgotten, but I recall what I discovered that day as if it were yesterday.
I was just nine months discharged from the Army. I had considered making a career in the Army, but soon discovered there were too many soldiers. I’d take, and pass, all the tests and boards for advancement, but could never get promoted. The Army just didn't need any more sergeants, so I got out. Within a month I was enrolled in the police academy, then ninety days later I’d graduated and gotten the patrolman’s job in a small town in central Oklahoma. It wasn’t too far from Oklahoma City, just about an hours’ drive, far enough to be very ’rural.’
It didn't take long for me to learn all the streets, houses, and businesses in town. I hadn’t met everyone yet, but I had come to know the names of most of the people I was serving. On this evening, I was working the four to midnight shift, as I patrolled past the Greene’s home, I noticed the front door was standing open. I thought this suspicious considering the time of day, and it looked as if no one was at home.
After parking my patrol car, I approached and my suspicion continued. Through the open door I didn’t noticed any activity and all the lights were off. I entered with my weapon drawn, but hesitated calling for sheriff deputies from the county. I cleared the main rooms quickly and started to check the bedrooms, master bedroom first. And that is where I discovered her!
She was naked. Her arms and legs were splayed out to the corners of the large bed, and I could see they were fastened there with leather cuffs buckled and locked on her wrists and ankles. Chains from each cuff were linked to eye-bolts in the bed frame. Her crotch and hips were bound up with ropes that concealed her only as a very skimpy bikini might, and I could see the ropes were very tightly mashing into her sex. My eyes were drawn to her breasts, and they were quite a sight with rope bound around them in the fashion of bra. It made them stand out invitingly, especially because her nipples were hard as pebbles.
It had to be Kate Greene, although the blindfold over her eyes and the ball-gag strapped in her mouth distorted her facial features, and I only knew her from a distance not yet having the chance to introduce myself. I was reaching for the radio mike at my shoulder when I noticed the block of ice. And, sure enough there was a key with its connecting string frozen in it. I could see that when the ice melted enough it would release the string and the key would fall to her right hand. It was then that I realized that this was a case of auto-erotic, self-bondage.
I found a sheet on the floor at the foot of the bed. I drew it up over her, covering her nudity and this alerted her to my presences. She let out a bit of a scream that was muffled by the ball in her mouth and she began to struggling, jerking against the cuffs and chains holding her stretched. Her right hand desperately making a grab for the key that was still frozen in the ice.
“Don’t be scared, Mrs. Greene,” I said, softly. “I’m Officer Williams, from the police department. I was patrolling and saw your front door standing open. I came in to check it out.”
She settled down a bit, but was still trying to reach the key. “The key is still frozen in the ice, Mrs. Greene.” Her grasping fingers relaxed. “I’m going to take out the gag.”
I fumbled a bit with the straps holding the ball in her mouth before getting them unbuckled from around her head. I realized just how big the ball was when I had to twist and pull down hard to get it pried from behind her teeth. It came out with a pop, and drool trapped behind it dribbled down her chin and cheeks. I left the blindfold covering her eyes. I figured it might be less embarrassing for her if she couldn't see me looking at her naked, bound, and stretched body.
As she worked the kinks from her jaw muscles, I asked, “Are you alone in the house?”
She nodded and I continued, “I just need to know if you are okay, and if you want me to release you.”
After a few seconds she said, “Yes, I’m alright. The gag was a bit big, but I get used to it. I've used it before. And my husband knows I do this, and sometimes he does it too.”
“I understand, Mrs. Greene, no need to explain.” I hoped to assure her and let her know she didn't need to give me an explanation for her situation. “Just let me know what you want me to do.”
“Well… how much ice is left?” she asked.
“I don’t know what size it was to begin with, so it’s hard for me to judge. But it looks like it will be a while before the string is released.”
“My husband will release me if he gets home before then, so, put the gag back, and close the door on your way out. Please.”
“Alright, if that's what you want, Mrs. Greene.”
“Yes, please,” she said. “I need to finish, thank you.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, except that she wasn’t ready to be released.
She opened her mouth and I pressed the ball against her lower jaw and rolled it into her mouth. I buckled all the straps, and guessing from the groans coming from behind the gag, I may have gotten it a notch tighter than it had been. Then I slowly slid the sheet off, exposing her nude, bound body. She shivered, and jerked her restraints. I don't think she was expecting me to uncover her, again. I saw her squirm and flush with embarrassment, knowing that I was looking at her tautly stretched nakedness.
I looked at her as she lay there, her tits bound, ropes cutting through her crotch, and her body spread-eagle, now exposed to anyone who might come into her bedroom. I didn’t know her age, but she had a very nice body, trim and well proportioned. Her skin looked smooth and soft, porcelain white in color, and I wanted very much to run my fingers across her thighs. I wanted to put my hands on those tied up tits and roll the stone hard nipples between my fingertips.
What I really wanted to do was fuck her. But, I’m not a rapist, and I sure didn’t want to jeopardize my job. Then I noticed the cuffs on her wide-spread ankles were not locked to the chains, only clipped with a snap hook. I un-clipped her left ankle and refastened it four links tighter. I did the same on her right ankle. Kate Greene groaned and bounced her head on the bed; except for her fingers and toes, it was the only part of her lovely body she could move.
So, with a last look, I turned and left Mrs. Greene to her self-bondage fantasies, sure in the knowledge that I’d have my own fantasies, too.