Mature Bondage Stories

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Mature Bondage Stories


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Erotica / Fantasy



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Steve_Spandex




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A collection of 'Damsel-in-Distress' short stories. 'A Few Short Tales of Trapped Females' is a compendium of 'Damsel-in-Distress' short stories focusing primarily on bondage/peril scenarios. Most are one part stories, complete within themselves, although a few are in two parts where noted as such. This is an on-going project which will be updated and added to with new stories from time to time.
Suzy pulled on the tight fitting cat-suit with a rising sense of anticipation. The shiny metallic black outfit glistened in the morning sunlight that streamed in through her bedroom window as she slowly eased the skin-tight fabric up legs already sheathed in black tights; smoothing out any wrinkles as she proceeded up over her thighs and hips to her waist, then onwards over her bare breasts and shoulders, slipping her arms into the waiting sleeves before finally reaching her throat. Dexterously reaching behind her back, she pulled the zipper upwards to her neck. She was now encased from ankle to neck in the figure hugging suit; the stirrups under her feet ensuring that the legs wouldn’t ride up. Turning to admire herself in the full length mirror, the image that stared back at her was of a slim young woman in a second skin of shining spandex that produced a faint swishing sound as she sashayed across the room. Suzy always deliberately purchased her cat-suits – of which she had many – a size too small. That way she ensured that there were no folds, creases or wrinkles; just one smooth layer that clung to her skin over every square millimetre of her beautiful young figure.
The clear blue sky presaged a day of warmth and sunshine; a perfect early spring day to be out in the open air. But Suzy had other plans for this Friday. Indeed, she’d taken the day off work for one reason and one reason only; so that she could tie herself up. For not only did Suzy love the feeling of ultra tight clothing, she also had a passion for being bound and gagged as securely as possible. And that was how she envisaged spending most of today; in a self induced state that was as near to inescapable as safety would allow. Being a solo endeavour, of course, she knew that she could never attain that longed for state of complete helplessness that she one day hoped to experience. Being too embarrassed to broach the subject with any of her friends, no one else in the world knew of her kidnap and bondage fantasies, so to date she had never had the pleasure of being inescapably bound by a third party. Self bondage, however, was the next best thing and as close as she could get to this ultimate goal for now.
Suzy tied her long brown hair back into a ponytail and began preparing for the day ahead. Firstly, she positioned the sturdy upright chair that was to be her binding point in the centre of the room, close to the foot of the bed. Next she opened the bag that contained all her bondage equipment: the ropes, straps, tape, gags, handcuffs etc, which she’d acquired over the past few years. Laying out what she needed on the floor, she sat down on the carpet, took the first length of rope and bound her ankles together as tightly as she could. Cinching the rope so that she would be unable to wriggle free, she knotted this first bond and tested its efficiency by pulling and wrenching with all her strength. Satisfied that no amount of struggling would in any way cause the rope to loosen, she took the next rope and performed an identical procedure just below her knees. Two more bonds - one just above her knees, the other around her thighs – completed the immobilisation of her legs. Holding onto the chair, she stood up and checked her appearance in the mirror; the clean, bright whiteness of the rope contracting starkly with her shiny black cat-suit and panty-hosed feet.
Placing the rest of the items needed to complete her captivity on the bed, Suzy sat herself down on the chair and picked up the next length of rope. Attaching one end of this to the already secured ankle bond, she bent her legs up under the seat of the chair as high as they would go, pulled the rope upwards behind her as tightly as she could, then wound it around the back of the chair several times, before bringing the ends back down to her ankles. This manoeuvre proved extremely difficult as, with her feet now incapable of reaching the floor, she had to lean precariously to one side and stretch underneath the seat to secure the knot at her ankles. The chair was, however, manufactured from strong metal, extremely heavy and almost impossible to knock over. Once complete, Suzy sat upright again and tried to lower her feet to the floor. She found, as she had hoped, that this was now impossible; her feet instead being suspended in thin air six inches or so above the carpet.
More bonds soon followed, each aimed at ensuring that she had no way of moving away from the chair. First, a length of rope that encompassed both the seat and her thighs, which prevented her from attempting to lift her upper legs up off the chair. Secondly, a length of rope that she wound several times tightly around both her waist and the back of the chair, cinched this between the small of her back and the lower struts, then brought the ends around to the front and secured them with a firm knot on her stomach. Next, a rope harness that she commenced behind her neck, pulled down under her armpits, brought around to the front and criss-crossed her breasts, then continued over her shoulders back to its starting point, before repeating the process a further four times. Each circuit, of course, also encompassed the vertical metal struts on the back of the chair, so that once she had sealed the final knot just beneath her breasts, she found that she could no longer lean forward more than a fraction of an inch; her entire torso being lashed securely to her makeshift mooring post.
Although Suzy was now well and truly trapped on the chair, she still had one or two more items to secure in place before she was satisfied with her handiwork. Firstly, she took a black leather collar and tied one end of a short length of rope to the attached D ring. Putting the collar on, she secured the buckle at her throat, with the rope dangling at the rear of her neck. Reaching around, she sightlessly grabbed the free end of the rope, swiftly wound this around the top horizontal bar of the chair-back, pulled it taut so that her neck was forced backwards, then secured a knot which prevented her moving her head forwards again.
Suzy’s bondage was now almost complete. First, however, she slipped long black spandex gloves over each hand and pulled them up as high as they would stretch, which was just above her elbows. Next she took two pairs of tights, which she had previously rolled up into one tight ball, and pushed this into her mouth. The ball was too large, once wedged behind her teeth, to allow her to completely close her jaw. Nor would it be particularly easy to spit out. Not easy, but not impossible however. And for this reason Suzy knew that if this gag was going to effectively silence her, then she had to take action to prevent this being a viable option. To this end, she picked up a roll of grey duct tape off the bed, placed one end over her mouth and proceeded to wrap the instantly bonding tape around her face and lower head. Several circumnavigations later, each of which had been strategically placed either slightly higher or lower than the one before, her face, from chin to just below her nose, was smothered in a mass of tape, with the rolled up tights now sealed beneath.
Almost finished now, Suzy picked up her prized possession, a set of metal handcuffs that still had the key protruding from the lock on one of the bracelets. Testing the key in both locks to ensure that the release mechanisms still functioned correctly, she removed the key and placed it on her lap. Reaching around behind her, she looped one bracelet through the rope at her waist just behind the struts on the chair-back.
At this point she had originally intended to use the two remaining items on the bed – a leather sleep mask and a spandex hood that matched both her cat-suit and the gloves. However, from where she had positioned the chair, she realised that she could view herself in the full length mirror, and the thought of being able to watch herself struggling and writhing for the duration of her bondage game now appealed to her more than the option of being sightless. For once, she decided, she would forego the blindfold and hood, at least for the time being anyway. Later, if she got the urge, she could always unlock the handcuffs momentarily and add these to her vast array of bonds, then cuff herself again. With this decision made Suzy placed both arms behind the chair. Encircling her left wrist in the waiting manacle was easy enough, as she could use her right hand to help the process along. The sound of the ratchets slowly clicking, together with a tightening of the metal bracelet, soon informed her that this part of the exercise had been successfully accomplished and that her hand could not now be removed.
Picking up the key from her lap, Suzy transferred this to her already shackled hand then tried to wriggle her right wrist into the still vacant cuff. This was a far more difficult feat, however, and it took at least two minutes before she finally had her wrist in the correct position. Pushing the cuff closed was also far from straight forward, as she didn’t dare use her left hand, for fear of dropping the key. However, pushing her wrist against the back of the chair, she managed to get the two arms of the cuff to converge, and the first click of the ratchet informed her that she was nearly there. Now, slowly and with great care, she transferred the key from her left to her right hand then used the left to complete her bondage. Click...click...click...she felt the bracelet tighten to the extent that she now knew that her hand could not be prized out of the encircling steel.
For an hour or two – it was easy to quickly lose track of time during these wonderful bondage sessions – Suzy luxuriated in her helplessness. She had, since she was young, always fantasized about being kidnapped and held for long periods of time in extreme and inescapable bondage, and the fact that she could view her mirror image wriggling and squirming in a mock battle to escape, proved an exhilarating experience. With her feet pulled up beneath her, her thighs and torso lashed securely to the chair, and the tethered collar restricting the movement of her head, Suzy could hardly move at all. Added to this was the fact that the handcuffs had been looped within the strict rope around her waist, which meant that she couldn’t move her hands away from the back of the chair. The only parts of her with any freedom at all, in fact, were her elbows and upper arms. It wasn’t that she had neglected or forgotten to attempt immobilisation of this part of her anatomy; far from it, in fact. In the past, she had experimented with elbow ties on many occasions. But she had discovered that it was almost impossible to create tight, authentic self bondage in this area and so she had given up. Better not to bother, she had decided, than to have her whole bondage session ruined by some loose, ineffective rope-work that fell away at the slightest movement of her arms. Someday, she hoped, she would be able to experience the sensation of having her upper arms pulled back behind her and securely trussed together. At the moment, however, she had no idea when that time might arrive.
Time moved on, with Suzy having no desire to end her bondage session. She was enjoying the delights that the sensation of inescapable ropes produced so much that she could, she thought, quite happily remain this way for the rest of the day. This carefree attitude to her situation was clouded only be one small nagging worry. What if she dropped the key? Although if this occurred it would only fall a couple of feet to the bedroom floor, it would be impossible, in her present state, to reach down and retrieve it. For this reason, she kept the hand that held the key clenched in a tight fist at all times; only occasionally transferring it from one hand to another, in order to stretch and exercise her fingers.
It must have been getting on for midday, when Suzy was suddenly awakened from her bondage fantasies by the sound of someone knocking on the door of her flat. Who could that be? She certainly wasn’t expecting anyone. At this point she was not concerned however. Give whoever it was a minute or two and they’d go away assuming that she was not at home. At least that was how she guessed things would turn out. So it was with great surprise, not to mention dismay, when she heard the familiar sound of the door opening. Damn it! She cursed herself for not locking the door.
This was the unmistakable voice of her friend Megan, and it was soon clear, from a second voice that quickly followed, that she was not on her own.
“Suzy....where are you? You left the door unlocked”
This voice was also instantly recognisable as Julia, another of her closest friends. Suzy cursed herself again, this time for letting her friends know that she’d taken the day off work. If she’d kept quiet, they wouldn’t be here now.
What should she do? Should she keep quiet and hope that they’d go away? That seemed unlikely to happen, as they’d found the door open, so would be assuming that she must be somewhere in the apartment. Should she try to quickly get out of her bonds? No, that would take several minutes and cause a commotion which the pair would surely hear and come to investigate. Maybe they wouldn’t look in the bedroom. But Suzy knew that this was just wishful thinking on her part. And besides, the bedroom door was ajar. If anyone stood in the hallway directly outside they would instantly see her. It was a quandary that she had no answer to.
Even though she knew that getting out of her bonds before she was discovered was never going to happen, Suzy panicked and attempted to at least get the handcuffs off before her friends found her. In her flustered state, however, her attempt to open her left fist and grab the key with her right hand didn’t quite go according to plan, and resulted in the tiny key slipping through her gloved fingers. For a split second she tried to retrieve the situation, but her desperate fingers only grasped thin air and immediately a faint, almost inaudible sound, as the key hit the carpet, informed her that her worst nightmare had come to pass.
All of a sudden, Suzy’s dread at being discovered took on a different slant. Now, although it would cause acute embarrassment, she simply had to be discovered. It Megan and Julia walked out of her apartment now, she would be left with no means of escape, which would result in her being trapped here for...how long? Probably at least until Monday, if not longer. There was no way she could survive that long without water! However much she disliked the idea, she was going to have to make some noise and alert them to her plight.
As it happened, however, Suzy didn’t need to make her whereabouts known to her two visitors. For just as she was about to scream out her muffled pleas for assistance, the bedroom door opened and in walked Megan. Dressed in a white blouse, black leggings and ankle boots, with her long blonde hair cascading around her shoulders, Megan stood for several seconds with her mouth wide open as she tried to make sense of the scenario she had just stumbled upon.
“Suzy? What happened? Who did this to you?”
Her words quickly brought Julia to the doorway. Wearing a tight black t-shirt and equally well fitting jeans, she too remained motionless for a few seconds, not quite believing her own eyes. Then she recovered her composure and advanced to where Suzy sat in all her bound up helplessness.
“Who did this to you?” she repeated her friend’s question word for word, as she leant down behind the stricken woman and grasped the handcuffs.
“Handcuffs? How are we going to get you out of this Suze?”
By now Megan too was at Suzy’s side and was about to start removing the tape from her face, when Julia suddenly spied the key on the carpet. Instant enlightenment followed.
“Hold on a second Meg. I think I know what’s been going on here”
Julia moved around to face Suzy, the concern for her friend that had only seconds ago been etched on her face now replaced with a knowing smile. She turned to Megan.
“It all makes sense now. Look at her outfit? This wasn’t a burglary or break-in. She’s done this to herself. Look...”
She pointed to Suzy’s open bag of equipment only a few feet away, from which spare lengths of rope and other bondage paraphernalia could be seen.
At this revelation, Megan’s expression also changed from horror to amusement. Suzy, on the other hand, could find nothing humorous in the way this whole situation was developing.
“Come on girls, help me out of this”
That was what she attempted to utter, although the sounds that filtered through the tights and tape were probably incomprehensible to her two friends. Whatever the case, they failed to respond to her plea. For a few seconds Megan and Julia looked at each other, both, it seemed, having similar thoughts. Finally Megan spoke.
“You know what Julia, I think we can have a bit of fun here”
She turned to Suzy, whose embarrassment and anxiety must have been clearly noticeable in her eyes.
“You know Suze, for some time now I’ve been wondering exactly why you spend so much time on your own in this flat when you could be out enjoying yourself with us. Now it all makes more sense”
Suzy moaned and struggled ineffectually, in an effort to show how trapped she was and how she really wanted to get out of this predicament as soon as possible. But if she was hoping that this would make them take pity on her, it seemed to cut no ice. In fact, it seemed to simply amuse the pair even more.
“Aw, do you think she’s trying to tell us something?”
“I think she’s trying to tell us that she enjoys being tied up so much that she wants us to leave her like this for a while”
Julia’s teasing statement was the catalyst for a more concerted effort on Suzy’s part to convey the message that she really did need their help - right now - to get out of her bonds. It soon became apparent, however, that the more she pleaded, the less likely they were to give in to her requests.
“Look Suze, we came around here today to see if you wanted to come out to lunch then do a bit of shopping. Still, as you’re a bit tied up at the moment, we’ll just have to go on our own”
This produced much laughter from the duo, but had Suzy screaming into her gag to be given the key back. Miraculously, given the efficiency of the gag, Megan seemed to understand what Suzy was trying to say.
Megan stood directly in front of her bound friend and slowly sat down on her lap, with her own legs straddling those of her captive audience. Tantalisingly, she held the key no more than six inches in front of Suzy’s eyes.

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