Samantha sat on the edge of the bed and rolled the body stocking up her leg. It clung to her body like a second skin as she pulled it over her knee and up her thigh. She quickly did the same with the other leg and then inspected them from each side while running her hands over her knee and down her legs to her feet.

It always felt so good to get dressed before a session of self bondage, even if it was a little bit of a struggle to get into the outfit. She contorted an arm through the neck hole and into the sleeve, pulling the tight material up her arm and then relishing in the sheerness and tightness as she ran her fingers down the arm.

She quickly did the other arm and then adjusted her breasts and the edge of the open crotch. There, all snug and comfortable. She twirled in front of the mirror admiring the view.

She was once again alone, horny and with too much time on her hands. What was a girl to do?

Well for starters, she had a spreader bar tied via a harness to the winch Dan and her used for suspension bondage play. While she had loved her predicament the first time she had played with the winch, she had dared not repeat that.

No, today she was going to take it easier. Just a light upside down suspension from her ankles while her wrists were shackled together. Nothing much.

She imagined herself hanging there, upside down, struggling and it made her feel all warm inside. Since her hands could still reach the floor, she'd be able to steady herself and use the handy remote when she wanted back down. She expected to have some fun with her shackled hands and her clit first, though. Once she was satisfied, she could lower herself and have everything put away before Dan got home from work.

That was the plan anyway, and when had her plans ever gone astray? Well, outside of last time.

She sat her nylon covered butt on the carpet and inspected the knots connecting the rope to the harness that ran to the ends of the spreader bar. It looked tied tight and solid. She certainly didn't want to fall on her head. That wouldn't be good.

She brushed the rope out of her face and reached for a suspension cuff. She didn't know where Dan had gotten these, but they fit snuggly around her ankles and felt very comfortable. She rubbed her nylon covered foot and let the sensation flow into her body.

After cuffing the other ankle she spread her legs to the width of the spreader bar and snapped a carabiner between each ankle cuff and the bar. Now all she had to do was to shackle her wrists together and let the winch do its work.

She attached a metal shackle around each wrist and locked them by removing the magnets from the clasp. She placed the magnets on the floor where she could still reach them while hanging upside down. She shouldn't need the magnets until she was done, but after last time, she wasn't taking any chances. If the remote somehow got away from her, she'd still be able to undo her wrists, and while awkward, also release her ankles.

The wrist shackles were already locked to each other with a carabiner and she tugged her wrists apart to test it. Yep, her wrists were going to be best friends with each other until unlocked.

Now to find that pesky remote. Surprisingly, it sat where she had placed it on the floor. It was a simple remote with only up and down buttons. There was a lot of rope to take in, so she double tapped the up button to activate the auto retract feature that Dan had shown her. Now she had plenty of time to place the remote on the floor where she was sure to reach it.

A wave of excitement washed through her as she heard the winch start and felt the rope brush against her face as it retracted. Just a few more seconds and she was going to be doing her first upside down suspension! And solo too!

The rope started to lift the harness to the spreader bar, and to her surprise, her wrists were pulled along with it. She tried pulling them back, but the rope was already too tight and kept pulling her wrists higher as the spreader bar and her ankles started to raise off the floor.

What the hell? Her wrists were locked together on the wrong side of the rope! She had brushed the rope out of her face, and in her excitement to bind her ankles, had forgotten all about it. She had cuffed her wrists on the wrong side of the rope and they were now stuck at the top of the harness where the rope was tied to the spreader bar.

Samantha squirmed frantically as her eyes searched for the remote. It was right where she had put it, that smug little bastard, but she had no way to reach it. She started to slide across the carpet as her ankles and wrists were pulled higher.

It wasn't long before she felt her entire weight on her ankles and wrists and she swung free of that carpet, gently swinging back and forth as the winch lifted her towards the ceiling. The spreader bar held her legs wide as her arms were stretched tight against her ears. She looked to each side and saw a nylon leg held straight between the bar and gravity. She looked down, past her pussy lips, to the retreating floor and that damn remote.

She tried to tug on her wrists, but that only caused her to swing a little forward and backward. She tried to pull her feet down, hoping her nylon covered ankles would slip through the cuffs, but that only rocked her body and put her into a slow rotation.

Suddenly the winch stopped and she gently swung back and forth, rotating slowly as her body settled into the lost momentum. Her finger tips could brush the bottom of the winch and her slow rotation gave her a bird's eye view of the bedroom.

She curled her toes against their nylon as she thought of a way to escape, but her body was so distracting. Her breasts, trapped in the body stocking, jutted out between her thighs. Her nipples hardened as the breeze from her rotation was felt through the nylon. Her pussy pushed out from the opening in the crotchless body stocking, aching to be touched. But she couldn't reach it. She was truly stuck.

Unable to think of anything more she could do, she relaxed to wait for Dan to come home. Relaxing allowed her body to appreciate its position, feel how utterly helpless she was, and feel the tension running up her legs, through her core and into her pussy. That tension led to arousal and her pussy lips started to glisten. If only she could reach them. She gave a tug with her right arm and only swung back and forth.

She imagined Dan coming home, finding her hanging here by her wrists and ankles, legs spread out to each side of the spreader bar. And at the bottom of those legs, her pussy pushing out of the opening in the body stocking, hungry for his attention... her mind drifted as these feelings spread through her and she startled when she heard someone enter the room.

"You've been busy playing, I see."

"This winch is cursed!"

"I don't believe that," he said as he picked up the remote. "You dropped this."

"I didn't drop it, it-, it-, it's a long story." It was no use explaining. It would only make her feel like an idiot.

She felt the winch jerk and she started lowering. She could see he was hard as he started to take off his pants. He tossed the remote onto the bed when she was at eye level. He kissed her while grabbing each leg. His grip pressing into the nylon and causing a warm pulse to shoot down into her pussy.

He then released the kiss, and twirled her around and around and around before stopping her suddenly. She felt dazed as he tickled her nylon covered soles, causing her to squirm and wiggle her feet to try to get away, bucking her pussy up and towards him again and again.

When she couldn't take any more, he ran his hands down her nylon legs to her clit, gave it a rub, and then let go to pop himself free. He again grabbed her legs, his grip pressing deep into the nylon before swinging her towards him and impaling her.

She moaned as he swung her back and forth.

Cursed or not, the winch was wonderful. This was the kind of trouble she wouldn't mind getting into more often.