Carla was bored; incredibly so.
She’d resorted to watching porn on her laptop, just to see if she could feel anything at all. That was where she had been introduced into the wonders of self-bondage…
The more she watched, the more it turned her on. Finally, she decided that she had to try it. Finding a website called ‘Self-Bondage Toys’, she started ordering things…
A day or two later, everything arrived. She eagerly started unpacking everything…
She was inexperienced in bondage, but well off; curiosity had over-ridden common sense, and she had got a little carried away. Still, she didn’t care.
Unpacking everything, she started dressing…
She shivered as the plugs in the latex knickers went into her, moaning with pleasure. Still, she wanted more…
She squeezed herself into the neck/hood entry latex catsuit. Soon her entire body was coated in shiny black latex. She would be completely covered except for her eyes and nose. She wanted her mouth plugged as well, so she put on a tight panel gag with an inbuilt penis, then rolled the hood part of the catsuit over her head…
She winced slightly as the hood of the catsuit pressed down on the gag. Damn, this gear was tight! However, she was now going to make it even tighter…
She squeezed her latex covered legs into the hobble skirt. She’d deliberately ordered a size too small to make sure it held her tightly, and grunted into her gag with pleasure as the skirt embraced her…
Next was the gorgeous purple boned corset. This corset had a tiny device built into it, that automatically tightened it on demand from the wearer. This was where she made her first mistake…
She had been so eager to try the gear on that she hadn’t read any of the enclosed leaflets. A warning in the corset paperwork specifically said that it could also be used for a Domme to keep her Sub under control; if you weren’t using it for that, you had to programme the release mechanism first. If you didn’t, the corset would stay locked, waiting for a non-existent Domme to release the trapped Sub…
Carla didn’t programme the release mechanism…
She also made the same mistake with the neck corset, and the ballet boots that she also put on…
Once she was fully dressed, Carla wandered round the flat, loving how restricted she felt.
She had no idea what she was in for, next…
Squirming with delight, she slapped her hands together behind her back, palm to palm…
That triggered a hidden feature in the catsuit. It had a built-in armbinder…
Carla tried to free her hands. She couldn’t. Grunting and moaning, she fought to free them. Hobbling back into her bedroom, she twisted in front of the mirror, to see what was going on.
She moaned into her gag in disbelief. A sheet of latex had wrapped round her arms, sealing them together. It looked just like a professional armbinder, but without a zip or lacing. Carla was trapped.
She fought and struggled to get free, wearing herself out. She had to get help, somehow! Hang the embarrassment of being found out!
She suddenly remembered that she had programmed her mother in as the emergency contact on her phone. Cheeks red with embarrassment as well as the effort, she managed to headbutt her phone in just the right way…
Across town, Sylvia, Carla’s mother, got an emergency message on her phone, giving the location as Carla’s flat.
Literally dropping everything, she grabbed her keys and Carla’s spare flat key and dived into her car.
If only took a few minutes for her to get there; she let herself in, quickly.
“Carla?”, she called.
“Mmmmmph!”, came the wail from the bedroom.
Sylvia went flying into the bedroom, then stopped in amazement. Her latex-covered daughter stared back at her…
“Who did this to you!”, Sylvia wailed, trying to undo Carla. Then she saw the packages lying about…
“You did this to yourself, didn’t you, you silly cow!”, she exclaimed, laughing her head off.
Carla just cried and wailed.
After Sylvia read the instructions, ticking off her daughter for not reading the manuals, she managed to find the release for the armbinder. She also found out how to do a ‘factory reset’ on the neck corset, and released it, enabling her to remove the gag.
The boots, catsuit, hobble and corset, however, were locked fast. The corset because the factory reset didn’t work; this also locked on the catsuit and the hobble skirt. The boots were locked on because the suppliers had forgotten to put the keys in the box, and each set of keys was specific to the boots.
Carla was stuck like it; at least until the suppliers or the manufacturers worked out a solution…