Marie and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months by now.So far things had been going pretty good.Marie is a good looking woman, smart and makes good money as an attorney, but the best part about her is she is insatiable appetite for sex.Sometimes I think she will wear me out or break me, I‘m not sure which.And she has yet to refuse anything.We regularly have anal, oral or sex in potential view of others and when she comes she does it is with moans, screams and shudders.But yet she has not asked anything of me outside of sex.That is what brings me to this story. 

Her birthday was coming up and I wanted to do something special for her.One night, while surfing the web, I found a collection of self-bondage stories.The thought occurred to me that Marie might enjoy a wrapped present.My only problem was if I could get all I needed in time for her big day in a week. 

I found some bondage sites selling equipment and made an order to be over-nighted to me.The stories all talked of an escape tool and a key frozen in a cube of ice seemed to be the most common tool.A string was tied to the key so when the ice melted the key would be suspended within reach.I found an old padlock and put its key in an ice cube tray before going to bed.I left work early and on my way home I picked up some chain, additional pad locks and eyebolts.I found the box on my front step from the bondage company in the next couple of days. 

I live in the suburbs north of the city in a small but comfortable house with a covered porch in the back.I decided to put myself on the porch, that way I could place the eyebolts in the ceiling joists without having to patch a wall or ceiling.I fed a length of chain through the eyebolt and also placed a small screw eye next to the bolt to hang my escape key.I would take a couple of hours for the ice cube to melt so I hung it from the screw eye.I also prepared a letter indicating that there was a present on the porch and taped it to the front door.Before starting I took a shower, shaved and applied cologne.Although the thought of being totally nude was good, I thought it might be better to put on a black thong that she seemed to like. 

Now it was time to wrap her present, she would arrive in a half an hour and was rarely late.The box contained all I ordered.I locked the leather ankle cuffs to both feet and clipped a spreader bar to the cuffs.This would limit my movement and keep me exposed for her.I also put leather cuffs on my wrists.The stories I read all seemed to include the use of a ball gag and blindfold and I had ordered those too.The ball gag was a little uncomfortable once I strapped it on but very effective in preventing me from calling out.I picked up the blindfold and pad lock and made my way to the porch hobbled by the spreader bar.I positioned myself under the eyebolt and pulled the blindfold over my eyes.The bind fold fit easily and felt secure. 

Now was the moment of truth, as they say.Before allowing any time to chicken out, I reached up and clipped both of my wrist cuffs to the chain with the padlock.The click of the lock seemed to echo across the porch.Everything seemed secure and I settled in to wait her arrival.I began to think about everything, trying to assure myself everything was in place, not that I could do anything about it now. 

OH SHIT.I had turned the porch lights on to put the bolt in the rafters. It wasn’t dark but I needed the additional light in the shade.Soon it would be dark and I would be spotlighted for all my neighbors to see.I struggled with my restraints for a few minutes until I was convinced that my bonds held me fast.And to make matters worse, I started to feel drips from the ice cube on my head.Marie, please don’t be late tonight!

25/11/01