MY BONDAGE TRUNK — PART 2 OF 5
[WARNING — THIS IS A ZATANNA "XTRA" DARK STORY! — YOU HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY WARNED!]
Just the thought of taking your bondage games to the next level can release such an intense swarm of butterflies; it'll make your hands shake. When you reach this level, one of two things will happen. One, you change your mind, knowing it's just too much. Two, you drop into the deep end and hope you survive.
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Jack is working very busily, grouping, lining up, and organizing my massive collection of bondage items. The collection is so large he needed to flip up the wall-length table inside our safe room.
With my butterflies released, my hands are shaking, my breathing is erratic, and my heart is pounding. Trying to calm myself down, I take three very slow, deep breaths before talking.
"Jack?"
"I have much to do here if you want me to use everything."
"Jack?"
"This is one hell of a collection. You know, you're already going to be completely helpless by the time I use even a tenth of this stuff, Amber."
"Jack?"
"Getting you tucked inside that trunk with all this stuff bound around your body will be a challenge."
"JACK!"
"WHAT! Oh, I'm sorry. What is it, Amber?"
"That thing you said…"
"What thing?"
Nervously I ask, "About… why… should you… ever let me out? Did… you… mean that? Keeping me… locked in there… forever?"
Staring straight into my eyes, Jack calmly says, "Amber, you know I'd never do that to you. I love you too much." (wink)
"Wait! You just fucking winked! You're going to leave me in there! Hidden away in our safe room! Forever! What? Do you have another girlfriend?"
"No! I'm just messing with you. It's the game you want me to play. I bet your panties are soaked just thinking about it."
My God, he knows me so well. I was going to try and act like I was not more excited and equally scared as I've ever been at any other time in my life.
"I promise, Amber, once you are more helpless than you've ever been, locked inside a strong trunk covered with chains, put inside a darkened, locked, and hidden safe room, I will come and save you in one hour." (wink)
I seriously can't tell if he means any of this or not. Every fiber of my being screams: "AMBER! DON'T DO THIS!" while my pussy screams, "AMBER! I NEED THIS!" I know I should stop this. Just say know. Tell him I changed my mind.
"All done organizing. Are you ready, Amber?"
"YES!"
Item by item is strapped, locked, roped, tightened, chained, and covered in leather, followed by more straps, locks, rope, and chains. Jack is so right; I'm helpless early on in this long process, but my word of the day is "more." Every additional item added can still be felt as my overall level of helplessness continues to grow.
Sure, a woman handcuffed to a chair bolted to the floor is considered helpless. But isn't the same woman, in the same chair, also in handcuffs, in addition to two-dozen, 2-inch wide leather straps holding every part of her body tight to that chair, even "more" helpless?
Every so often, Jack will turn, move me, adjust my position, and I allow this to happen. I could be getting prepared for my final demise, and I'm willingly playing along without a fight.
I don't have any way to tell time, but this process has to have gone on for two hours. My body is covered in bondage items, a layer of leather, or both from my neck down. With just my head left to go, Jack grabs both sides of my face and gives me the biggest and longest kiss on my lips.
Still doing my mind games, I ask, "Is that because this is the last time we'll ever see each other?"
He doesn't answer my question. Instead, he says, "Open your mouth, Amber."
I need to know the answer! That and so many more questions are flailing around in my mind! I need more than anything to ask! So, I open my mouth and allow him to slide the large leather insert of the panel gag deep into my mouth.
With those half-dozen straps closed tight, Jack says, "I'll see you in an hour, Amber." (winks) He pulls my padded leather blindfold over my eyes before tightly closing its three leather straps. As panic sets in, he inserts my earplugs and keeps them in place with the leather padded ear-muffs that snap onto the straps already around my head.
My pussy is on fire! The strong hands of my lover guides my helpless body into my bondage trunk. I can't see, but I can feel my helpless predicament and how it just compounded with the closing of the lid. I try to flex upwards but am stopped by the solid trunk. No matter which direction, I push and fight for freedom, there is zero flex happening.
With the vibrations of the chains, I'd have a chance of knowing that Jack isn't skimping on anything I begged for. I don't need to see to know he's turned off the lights and, likely, has left and locked up our safe room door! It's happening! Everything I begged for! OH MY GOD!
To Be Continued…
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Zuestion: Does the thought of being bound Forever, make you wet?
Zurious: Just how Dark do you want to go? Do you have a Limit?
Zreference: Dying during Sex, Long & Painful or Quick & Pleasurable?
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