Bondage gone bad

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Years ago after high school I got a job as a security guard. Boring as fuck. I got a stupid baggy blue shirt and nylon dark blue pants, soviet military looking era hat.
Also... handcuffs. The handcuffs were kind of cool. I never envisioned being able to put it on anyone. Give me a fucking break… I was only 100 pounds dripping wet.
I remember one night masturbating in bed and I slipped them around my ankles. It was slightly erotic. Haha.
My boyfriend who is also interested in them. He had me handcuffed to my bed and tickled the shit out of me one night.
Once… In his basement; he handcuff me to the support pole in the basement with my hands behind my back, naked.
It was awesome feeling so trapped.
He got me super horny and it wasn’t one thing I could do to myself.
I was sorry to hand in the handcuffs when I finally quit the job. I really use them…
Thinking about it I was wondering… I could buy some for myself.
Handcuff myself up… Whatever.
I didn’t have a boyfriend and I live by myself.
It could lead to a great erotic night.
I ordered some. Handcuffs for legs too.
Few days later they came in.
Haha!
First night I just handcuff my legs together after getting naked. It was over powering erotic.
I slipped my fingers into my pussy and rubbed my clit...already hard. I liked stroking it between my fingers...like a dick. Mine has always been kinda long and puffy.
I then slipped on the handcuffs.
Now I was extremely horny. I was in self bondage. Never thought I would do such a thing. My pussy was aching for attention.
I had another idea. I unlocked my hands and went to the basement.
There was a support pole on the beam. Without thinking too much… I handcuff myself with my hands behind my back.
I was in total ecstasy. I couldn’t reach my pussy. I was so so horny!!
Then I dropped the key.
This house is about 130 years old.
The floor looks like it had an earthquake at one point. I turned and looked. Key was....gone!
I slid down the pole in a squatting position and rotated around again looking. Maybe it fell into a crack.
It wouldn’t matter. Fucking hands are behind my back.
No one’s coming for me. I’m naked!
The next far is 3/4 of a mile away
I’m fucked. They’re gonna find me mummified. Naked.
And of course… Its be ruled as suicide or something.
I screamed I cried and thought about yanking and pulling to one of my arms come out of the socket.
Instead I just squatted down and sat there.
A few hours went by.
For some reason I cited to look up at the nature of how the pool was attached to the I-beam
It was only thin looking metal wrapped around the bottom of the I-beam; not bolted or anything.
Maybe I can bash the thing over.
I stood up and started to push as hard as I could. It moved. I then went around to the other side and push from your direction. It move some more.
It took another couple hours… And finally… It snapped free.
I pushed a pull over… And slid out.
I was free!
Fucking shit!
It was almost 1230 in the morning. There was a second set of keys in my bedroom. After some wrangling around… I got the handcuffs off.
I wasn’t feeling very sexual the rest of the night.
I’m not doing it again
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2019-03-28
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