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Delightful deliveries
By SG
Anobody7@hotmail.com
Ok, so I just discovered this whole world of bondage that before a month ago I had been completely clueless about. I just got my first set of handcuffs and I haven’t wanted to take them off since they arrived in the mail. The past couple of weeks have been so amazing but I know it could be even better. Some of the stories I’ve read online about other people’s selfbondage experiences sound incredible. From those stories I’ve gotten a lot of really good ideas but I’m hoping if I write about what I’m doing and share it online that people will email me with other things I can try. If no one does it’s ok. I’m finding that just writing this is a pretty amazing experience on its own.
I’m Melissa, I’m 19 and am currently going to one of our state’s colleges. I don’t want to be too descriptive because I don’t know who else might read this. I’m 5’8”, I go to the gym fairly frequently so I have a killer six pack and the rest of my body is nicely toned. I have good sized breast, I’m blond and every guy I’ve ever dated will tell you I’m cute.
What’s really important to understand is that two weeks ago I received the first set of handcuffs I’ve ever purchased. The package didn’t just show up discretely in my mail box like I was expecting. Instead it was hand delivered by a gorgeous delivery guy. I don’t think this guy had a clue how hot I was for him as he handed me my handcuffs. He didn’t know he was giving me cuffs because they were in an ordinary box with a nondescript label but I knew what was in the package he was delivering. I can’t believe he didn’t notice how much I was blushing as he handed the box to me. My hands trembled as I signed my name.
Ever since he showed up at my door I’ve been thinking about him. Every time I play with my cuffs I think of him. I’ve had more fantasies about him handcuffing me to my bed then I can count. I’ve been hot ever since he came that day. I don’t mean the kind of hot where I’m horny and just need a good fuck. This has been 24/7, my clit has an itch that no matter how much I scratch I can’t get rid of. And believe me, for two weeks solid there has been some serious scratching going on.
Today I double checked my computer. Butterflies filled my stomach as I opened my email and found the order confirmation. Clicking on the tracking number made the feeling in my stomach increase tenfold. According to this, the package was currently out for delivery. A few days ago I had returned to the same online store I had gotten the first set of handcuffs from. My second purchase was far more extravagant then my first. It has been torture waiting for the order to ship but now it was only a matter of hours till I would have delivered to my door three more handcuffs, a vibrating dildo, some lube, a box of condoms and even a big red ball gag. I wasn’t sure the gag would be much fun to have in my mouth but in every story I read the girl had one so I knew I had to try it.
I couldn’t help but smile. A warm sensation was growing in my loins. Minimizing the web browser I switched to the two word documents I had open. I hit print on both and impatiently waited for the printer to spit them out. I didn’t wait for the second one to finish.
Grabbing the first and a piece of tape, I walked to my front door, opened it and stuck the note dead center on the outside. It was a simple enough note. All it said was please place the package on the dining room table. My hands shook as I closed the door. My lips trembled as I walked away, leaving the door unlocked. I live in a crowded apartment complex and never leave that door unlocked.
Going back to my bedroom, I was delighted to find the second document had finished printing. Reaching for my purse, I pulled out my driver’s license before picking up the second letter. As I taped my driver’s license to the letter waves of fear and excitement cascade through me.
The note says, ‘Everything in the box is for you. Check the address or the bill inside the box. I ordered everything but it’s all for you to use.” I’ve read stories of police being called because a person is discovered in bondage and people assume the worst. I didn’t want anyone calling because they think someone else had tied me up. Pulling another piece of tape off the dispenser, I left the room and headed for the dining room. Using the tape, I placed the note so that it hung from the table, facing towards the front door.
Walking to the front door, I paused for a second before pulling my top off and dropping it on the floor. I took a few steps forward and shimmied my skirt off my hips, leaving it where it fell. After taking another step I reached behind and unclasped my bra. It too was dropped to the ground. I took another step forward. I was at the end of the table staring at the note in front of me. Reaching down, I slipped my G-string off my hips and let it fall to the floor.
I was almost ready to start applying the ropes that were currently tied to the legs of the table but not quite. Going to the refrigerator, I opened the freezer and pulled out the ice cube tray. I dumped a bunch of the ice cubes into a pantyhose I had set out on the counter. Going over to the table, I pulled the pantyhose through a ring I had screwed into the bottom of the table. Once through the ring I tied the end of the pantyhose around a ring that had a lead weight and a handcuff key on it. The pantyhose hung from the ring because the bulge of ice was too large to slip through the small ring screwed into the table. Once the ice melted the pantyhose would slip through and fall to the ground.
Walking back to the end that faced the door, I took the ropes secured to the legs of the table and tied them to my ankles. When I stood up, my hips were even with the top edge of the table top. The note that was taped on hung between my splayed legs. Bending forward, I lay across the table and reached down.
I used my right hand to bind my left wrist to the leg of the table. I took great care to make sure I couldn’t reach the knot with my left hand. With my left wrist bound, I picked up my only pair of handcuffs from the floor. I used my bound left hand to lock one side of the cuffs around my right wrist. Reaching over to the bottom of the right table leg and locked the free end of the handcuffs around the base of the leg. The leg was skinny at the base and thick in the midsection so there was no way for me to pull my hand up to the keys hanging above it.
This was my first use of an ice release. I had no idea how long it would take the ice to melt. I’ve read countless stories online about people using this method to get free of their self bondage but there wasn’t a given time to go with it. I didn’t know if the key would drop in my hand in an hour or twelve hours.
My pussy tingled with the thought of being here for twelve hours. I had used half a tray of ice but there was no way of knowing how long it would last. It was eight in the morning right now. Sometimes deliveries arrived as early as ten, other days as late as five in the evening. Of course if the ice lasted that long I would have a whole other issue on my hands. My roommate was only supposed to be in class till one.
For the last two weeks I’ve been thinking about a couple of stories I’ve read where a girl has tied herself up and someone found her. I’ve had trouble sleeping at night because I keep dreaming of being one of those girls. Imagining what it must have been like to be teased and played with for hours on end has kept my arousal level set to overdrive.
I pulled on all of my restraints but nothing budged. I was really stuck. All I could do was wait and see what was going to happen.
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