Prisoner in Her home!

First of all let me introduce myself - I'm Alan, apart from my interest in bondage I'm a perfectly normal guy in a normal job who likes the regular things in life, football, beer etc... This is the story of my life as the prisoner of the cruellest woman I've ever met, and I love every minute of it and have never been happier. The worst thing is - she does too!

It all started out a few years ago as a perfectly normal relationship, I was single having just split up with the girlfriend I'd had since leaving university the previous year, she was nice enough, but I'd never brought up the subject of bondage with her - I think she'd have freaked out and left me quick smart if I had. Anyhow, I'd just left her and was quite rightly moping around in the typical single bachelor style of late nights watching the football with a curry and pint of lager in front of me. Then She happened.

I was in the local corner shop getting some of the afore mentioned lager, She was standing at the counter talking to the shopkeeper. She was wearing the typical British Police uniform of the white blouse, dark heavy jumper with the bands for Her radio to clip on to, lower down She was wearing one of those just below the knee skirts, and of course the opaque black hose and flat shoes. She had dark hair pulled up in to a bun just under Her Police hat, and the most beautiful smile you'd ever seen! Since childhood I'd always had a thing for police women, I guess it was the authority and handcuffs which did it for me, not to mention the overall effect of their uniforms.

It was kind of a blur, one minute I'm single enjoying life in my bachelor flat with the football and curry, the next thing I know I'm moving my stuff in with Her. I seemed to blink and a few months had gone by, and we were like the old married couples you see around, quite happy, but continually arguing about the stupidest of things. We were just living life, She was busy being a police woman, I was busy being the mediocre office worker that I was. Of course I always let Her win any argument and make the important decisions, after all She was earning more than me and well, I liked it that way.

I'd get home in the evenings an hour or so before She did, so it was easy for me to fall into the traditional role of the "wife", I'd cook dinner, have things ready for when She came home. She'd put her feet up afterwards whilst I did the washing and cleaning, then before bed I'd give Her a foot massage whilst She'd tell me what went on in the day, what kinds of arrests She'd made etc...

Sex was normal enough, however I'd imagine Her arresting me and keeping me prisoner! One weekend I'd found myself alone, as she was on a training course due to finish on the Sunday. I was just knocking around doing the usual household stuff, and was quite bored by the end as you'd expect, after all She was away and my usual tasks of cooking dinner, listening to Her day simply weren't needed. I decided to dig through some of the junk I'd still not got around to unpacking. Handcuffs. I found my old handcuffs and a few other bits of old self bondage equipment at the bottom of one of the boxes... As I was alone for the weekend (She wouldn't be back until mid day on the Sunday), I decided to have a little fun!

I was lucky enough that the bed we'd bought when I'd moved in was fitted with a solid wood slotted headboard, so with some glee I chained the cuffs to the top of the bed, and through the legs at the other end I threaded a thick chain with an unlocked padlock on either end. Before I got too excited I locked an adjustable chastity cuff on, it was one of those with the closed end metal tube and a handcuff for the locking mechanism. Now for the escape mechanism... I'd been reading up from various websites about what is known as an Ice Release, where you get a stocking, put some ice in the toe section, and slide a ring over the outside with your keys attached via a string; the idea being that when the ice melts the ring falls off and swings over to your waiting hands. Anyhow, I set this up, filling up one of Her stockings with the ice (I'd used a whole tray-full!) and tying it to the light in the middle of the room - I'd set it in such a manner that the keys would swing into my hands, eventually!

I lay back on the bed for five minutes, my legs in a spread-eagled position, ankles next to the chains at the bottom, a couple of small open padlocks in my hand... My heart was going and I was sweating, after all since I'd known Her I'd not done anything like this! When I'd managed to muster my nerves and stop shaking I locked the chains around my spread ankles. Now I was trapped, there was no way I'd be able to stand up from this position to get the keys to unlock chains, I was committed! I lay back and applied a pair of nipple clamps, blindfolding myself and handcuffing my hands above my head before I managed to change my mind and remove the clamps. I double locked the cuffs with a paper clip and threw that on the floor.

Head-trip, I was taking off for a good few hours of bound fun and there was nothing I could do about it, no way out, no matter what happened until the ice melted I wasn't going anywhere. The clamps set my nipples on fire, ever breath drew more pain from that direction, even moving my upper body a little bounced them up and down; my best plan to avoid the pain was to stay absolutely still. Of course the chastity cuff had become tight and uncomfortable as soon as I'd locked the cuffs on and begun the trip!

With the amount of ice I'd used, and the size of the ring holding the keys up there I figured I'd be like that for anything from four hours to six, a long session for the first time in a few years but I'd found in the past that the long ones always gave me the best head trip.

I had no idea how long I'd been tied up when I heard the sound of keys in the door - She was back, her course must have finished early! My heart threatening to beat right out of my chest at that sound, I was straining to hear what I could, hoping she'd stay downstairs long enough for the ice to finish melting and for me to get free before being discovered in this predicament! I tried with desperation to remove the blindfold by rubbing the side of it against my stretched arms, try and try as I might it just wouldn't come off, I'd done too good a job.

When the ice is just about melted enough the keys will drop a little at a time, each time making the jangling noise, towards the end it tends to become more frequent as gravity overcomes the ice-grip. At last I heard the sound, it could only be a few more minutes until I was free, and She was still downstairs, I was safe!

I swear it must have been a matter of seconds before the keys were going to drop when She walked into the room. It was dark in there, hell I was blindfolded so I certainly didn't need the lights on, She dropped Her bags on the floor, and from what I can hear was just turning around to go back downstairs when the keys dropped with their jangling sound. I heard the flick of the light switch and a startled gasp as I was fumbling with the keys. I expected shouting, I expected questions, but no, when I'd gotten to and removed the blindfold she was just stood there in her uniform staring at me. I started to explain, I stammered, "I can explain...", she held up one hand and said she understood fully and I need say no more.

You could have knocked me cold with a feather, as it was having her there with my legs still chained and my cock still encased in steel was beginning to excite me painfully. I was just fumbling to unlock the chastity device when She stepped forward, putting her foot firmly on my chest forcing me down taking the keys from my shaking hands, saying, "You won't be needing these any time soon, will you?", smiling like the cat who'd had the cream! I was speechless, there were simply no words coming into my mind! I must have looked a picture there, Her pinning me firmly to the bed with Her foot. She moved to sit astride me pinning me with her full weight. At this point I was so excited the chastity device really started to hurt, She must have noticed, saying, "Does this excite you, Alan? Do you want me to keep you here, at my mercy? Do you want to become my special prisoner?"

I found my voice and stuttering, "Yes, more than anything, I've wanted that since the moment I saw you."

"Me too," She whispered, climbing up, sitting on my chest, she locked my hands back in to the cuffs.

"What, all this time, you wanted to keep me like this"?

She whispered, bending down to my ear, "Yes, I saw the way you looked at me and knew eventually you'd be all mine, under my lock and key!" She grinned, shifting Her weight, rocking back and forth, almost ripping the nipple clamps and making me wince. "There is something missing with this though", holding one finger to her lips in a thoughtful expression...

A wicked glint came into her eye as She dismounted and walked over to Her bags returning with one which She placed between my legs. From the bag She produced a pair of Her tights, obviously worn, and a equally worn pair of panties. After slowly removing Her skirt, She rolled up the dirty pair of panties and rubbed them inside the panties she was wearing against Her mound. You can probably tell what came next (It wasn't me - I was still locked up!), She put the now damp dirty panties in my mouth, slapping me on the cheek at the same time, then tightly tied the tights on, very effectively gagging me! Finally She replaced the blindfold and started to walk away.

She paused on her way out of the room, turning, saying, "Just call if you need anything, love", quickly followed by a little giggle and, "Oh wait, you can't!" then walked out, shutting the door behind Her. I swear had it not been for the chastity device keeping me in firm control I would have exploded! This was it, the event which I'd waited and fantasised about for my entire adult life and it was coming true.

Prisoner In Her Home, Part 2

Headspace, I was well and truly immersed in Headspace when She came back in, crashing me back down to earth with a fresh burst of pain from the chastity device. She paused next to the bed, surveying the scene, I started beg for release through the gag, She answered me by brushing her hand gently over my chest, removing the nipple clamps as She went, making scream further into the gag.... “Oh, does that hurt?” she replied in her sweetest kindest voice. Next came the leg chains, I stretched and writhed around as they were so stiff (I didn't know it then, but she'd left me like that for another six hours, making over ten hours in total!).

She climbed up, straddling my chest, pinning me down, then removed the gag and blindfold. Ah, I could see again! She was dressed only in a pair of panties, her hose and a black bra, and looked like a goddess from where I was still chained up. Reaching down, playing with my heir, She just sat there smiling, looking into my eyes, oh my!

“Right, now you're mine, we need to discuss how things are going to be, you're not going back to your old life, now you belong to me!”

“OK...” I replied, nodding and grinning away.

“I've been waiting for this for a long time, it's always been my fantasy to control a partner completely, and I guess by the look on your face you don't object! So, this is how it's going to be”, She paused, running Her hands down and playing with my nipples, teasing and twisting.

“We're going to be completely honest and open from this point on, you're going to tell me all of your perverted fantasies, and I mean them all!”, she emphasised this with an extra twist! “And, if you're lucky I'll let you live some of them out whilst I play My games with you. I'm going to take the cuffs off now, but understand that you're mine, and nothing can change that!”, and with that She reached up and slowly took off the cuffs. Leaning back She patted the chastity device, and smiling, She said the words which to this day I know are still true, “I think this can stay on though, I like this! I might let you out for some torture every now and then, but no relief for you now!”

Oh my god, I could have burst right there and then, this wasn't just the one fantasy that came true, this was all of them rolled up into one with a few added bits. It was all I could do to speak in that moment - “Thank you” I whispered, overcome with shock!

“Good” She said, then grinning from ear to ear she took my hand and lead my downstairs, still naked save for the steel cuff. We ended up sitting on the couch for a few hours discussing what each others fantasies concerning sex and bdsm were, I told her everything from my first time to my most severe fantasy, I omitted nothing, and surprisingly She listened patiently to every word, encouraging me to give more.

Listening to her fantasies, some of them were “worse” than mine, She told me of Her early teenage fantasies where She would be the one in control, and would like to chain up her teenage pals, leaving them helpless in Her control. She told me about the punishments she'd like to use on me, and the things she'd like to try, including to my surprise peeing, i.e. watersports, something which I'd only fantasised about once many years ago. She told me that her desire to control people was one of the bigger things which had led to her becoming a Police Woman.

She asked me about pain, if I liked it and how much I would be able to take, to my shame, feeling like a slut, I told her my limits and what I'd tried in the past (You know, even those silly things you've all tried), before our relationship, oh I was blushing royally by the end I can tell you! She just sat there, laughing and smiling.

I went on further with my fantasies, telling her about what turned me on, some of which like the minor foot & shoe fetish She'd already guessed. She merely sat back and wiggled Her toes at me, and whilst I rubbed Her still hosed feet and legs, kissing her feet from time to time, She rubbed Herself gently.

I can't begin to tell you how this all felt. I was still reeling from when she caught me out earlier on in the day, and from being kept prisoner by Her for the first six hours of what would turn out later to be years. I felt more naked than ever. Never in my life had I told someone what I had told Her, always before, I mean always I'd taken great pains to hide everything I'd just blurted out. I felt incredibly vulnerable, completely out of control and unbelievably turned on!

We both agreed that night to begin not quite what you'd term a lifestyle or full on bsdm relationship, but a comfortable one where normal life would still continue, but with a lot of regular spice. I'd still keep my job, and not become Her “slave”, outside of any “playtimes”. We agreed that She would be able to tell me what to do and I would obey her completely so long as it was understood that no permanent injuries would happen, unless we'd both agreed it in detail before hand! (I told you her fantasies were worse than mine!).

She said we'd go online-shopping the following day and hoped that our credit was up to the task at hand, as cages (Yes, cages) don't come cheaply (Don't look at me, I'm still amazed She'd even thought of it!)

“Would you like to play tonight?” she asked coyly.

In between kisses I nodded happily.

Standing up, She lead me into the dining room, and had me dismantle the table, leaning it against one wall with the chairs next to it, leaving a large space in the middle of the room.

“Right, I'm going to bind you here tonight, I hope you're feeling supple!” and Her grin was sexy-evil! “I'll be back in a mo, don't move, love!”, and over her shoulder She called out, “Oh, and you can call me Miss Bitch whilst we play, to show your ownership!”, continuing Her way upstairs.

Five minutes later she came back downstairs carrying a sports bag. “Kneel down!” She commanded, “Tell me you want me to chain you up and torture you!”. Now I'd not really done any serious role play before this, so I smiled, which was the wrong thing (Or right depending on your point of view!) to do. She slapped me full and hard across the face, making me slightly dizzy! “I said, kneel down, and tell me you want me to chain you up and torture you!”...

“Yes... Miss Bitch” I stammered, falling to my knees before Her.

Now as I said, before that point I'd not done any real serious role play, the few bdsm partners I'd had in the past had been kinda half hearted about role play, and it had always petered out after a few minutes when we'd just gotten on with it. This was going to be different though... Even though I knew it was just for the duration of the “playtime” and She didn't really mean it, my reactions and thoughts were real enough. And god, I was loving this!

She leaned forward grasped my hair tightly, and pulled my head back, looking me directly in the eye, “And...” she said...

I horsely whispered, “I want you to chain me up and torture me, please.”.

Talk about naked desire, I was actually beginning to shake!

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