High heel bondage stories

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I have always been fascinated with the idea of doing a SB scenario that would require me to be in a public or semi-public area. I have thought about a of ideas over the years but have always chickened out right before starting the scenario. Well the other week I finally found a spot that I thought I could fulfill one of my fantasies. I work in an old townhouse building and on the basement level there is a women's bathroom, which is located at the rear of the building.

The bathroom is big enough for one person and contains a vanity and a stall. The bathroom also has a closet door that opens up into an area that is about 10x10', with an old tile floor which runs parallel with the bathroom. The walls of the closet are not finished so you can see all the 2x4 framing. In the middle of the closet about waist high are two 4x4' cross beams that have been nailed about 2 feet apart. It looks like someone started to build a shelf or something but never finished. I could sit on one of the 4x4 beams while the other came up under my high heel bondage stories.

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I thought this could be the perfect spot, the 4x4's were up high enough so that when I sat down my feet didn't touch the ground. As far as I know this closet is never used. I found the closet last week when one of the women in the office asked me to help her unclog the toilet. My plan was to take a day off work and come in early via a cab with all my SB gear and slip into the closet. I could be in around am and spend like 2 or 3 hours in SB and be out the backdoor before am. Most of the people in the office didn't come to work until 9 or am.

The following week I took Friday off and the night before I got everything ready to go. I called the cab company and scheduled them to pick me up Friday morning at am. It's about a half-hour drive to work so I figured I would get there around am and have plenty of time to have some fun.

Next, I called Susan a friend who is also into SB and ask her to come over. She happens to work for the copy machine company we use in the office and high heel bondage stories had dated some time ago but we still keep in touch with each other; especially when either of us needed a backup release person. She came over and I filled her in on my plans and she said no problem. I was to call her by am to let her know I had gotten out and if not she would make up some excuse to come by my work to check on me. I also asked her to write a "ReadMe" note that I could hang around my neck in the event someone other than her found me.

I knew being at work that early there was little chance of that happening but I really wanted to have a "ReadMe" note hanging from my neck just for added effect. In addition to the note I told her that if I was found I really wanted to be embarrassed so what better way than to be dressed like a women.

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She smirked and giggled a little when I showed her my legs but she said, "Whatever it's your SB adventure. I told her she could write whatever she wanted to on the note, I didn't want to read it and told her to put it in a small envelope and seal it. She took longer than I thought she would to write the note, she borrowed my computer and spent close to a half-hour typing it. She seemed to be enjoying herself typing away smirking and giggling the whole time.

After Susan left I could not get to sleep thinking about what I was about to do. It was about am when I picked up the phone to call the cab company to cancel my pickup. Before anyone answered the phone I forced myself to hang up.

High heel bondage stories

I told myself that I was going through with this adventure. I laid there and played with the "ReadMe" note wondering what Susan had written. I really wanted to open the envelope and read what she had wrote, but I forced myself not too and put the note back in my bag. I don't remember falling asleep at all, it seemed like I just closed my eyes at am when my alarm went off at am. Before I knew it the cab was waiting for me outside. I got into the cab with my bag of gear and headed for the office.

I arrived right on time at the back door of the townhouse and quietly unlocked the door and entered the building. I was the last one to leave last night so I didn't set the alarm. I headed straight for the bathroom and closed the door. I undressed and started to put on the outfit I picked out last week. I was getting excited as I pulled on a pair of black fishnet thigh-high stockings. I then strapped on a pair of 7" black high heels.

High heel bondage stories

It was a little difficult to stand in them but I managed. The next item I got out of my bag was my 5. I lubed it up nice and good and slipped it in my tight backdoor. Next I grabbed a pair of panties I picked out the other week, a red see thru g-string and pulled them up. My cock was growing by the minute and I was having trouble keeping it under my new panties.

High heel bondage stories

I put on a matching red see thru open cup bra, which left my nipples exposed. Next, I added nipple clamps but I really wanted them to hurt this time so I made sure that the adjustment pin was all the way out. I then put on a white see thru blouse and buttoned it up half way. I slipped into a very short spandex black skirt, which barely came to the bottom of my ass cheeks. My outfit was almost complete except for a few more things. I added my black leather wrists and ankle cuffs and I strapped on a black posture collar.

The final embarrassment that I wanted to endure was wearing a full wig and makeup. I walked up to the mirror and put on a nice long blonde wig.

High heel bondage stories

I have never put on makeup before, but I knew I pretty much just wanted to use some blush, lipstick and maybe a little eye shadow. I patted some pink blush on both cheeks and brushed on some black eye shadow and then applied the lipstick. After I finished putting on the make up I looked into the mirror and saw myself fully dressed for the first time. I couldn't believe my eyes, I could see myself behind the wig but with the make up on I really did look like a little SB slut.

From that moment forward I thought of myself as Slut Tracy who was about to high heel bondage stories bound. I walked out of the bathroom and headed down the hallway. Walking in heels was harder than I thought it was going to be so I sort of shuffled down the hallway using the wall as a brace. I walked down the hallway a bit further to a small kitchen area we high heel bondage stories and opened the freezer.

Inside I grabbed a 2-gallon jug of frozen water with a key inside and a piece of string hanging out of the opening. I've used the jug before so I knew how much water to use but just to make things more interesting I made sure I added a little more water than I usually use. I walked back to the bathroom and moved my bag of gear into the closet and proceeded to mount the jug of water upside down in-between two boards in the ceiling. I grabbed my red ball-gag and two pairs of handcuffs and sat down on the 4x4. As soon as I sat down on the back 4x4 I felt my butt plug go even deeper into me.

Before I chickened high heel bondage stories I quickly handcuffed my ankles together with one cuff and clipped the other cuff on the chain that was in between the second pair of handcuffs. I strapped on my ball gag, I went one extra position hole to make it nice and tight. I hung the "ReadMe" around my neck and then I quickly tied my release key string to my handcuffs and then I slipped my hands into the second pair of cuffs.

I closed my left waist in and then I heard that final "click" as I closed my right waist in. It was a little dark in the closet, the only light coming from underneath the closet door. I had left the light on in the bathroom. There was a small light bulb switch with a string hanging in the closet but I didn't turn it on.

It was a constant struggle for me to stay on the 4x4s. As I leaned forward my hands would pull up on my ankles and my ankles would always be pulling down on my wrists. All the wriggling I did back and fourth really started to make that plug in my ass burn, let alone my nipples were on fire, I never wore the nipple clamps without the adjustment pin out.

I drifted off into dream world and thought I was Slut Tracy, a bound slut who didn't please my Mistress or Master and I was being punished for it. I really struggled a bit trying to get out but soon I was back in a dream world going through dream after dream. I awoke with the sound of a door closing. I froze. I heard feet shuffling and a stall door open and close.

The sounds were deafening as I heard them just on the other side of the wall. Nothing was between whoever and me except for a sheet of drywall. The next thing I heard was water-hitting water, someone was going to the bathroom. I turned my head to look up at the jug of water, I could barely make it out, there was still a chunk of ice left in it.

What is going? I heard the person stop peeing and the toilet paper roll spill. God the sound was right next to me. I didn't dare move a muscle. I heard the toilet flush and the stall door open and close. Then I heard water running in the sink. After a few seconds the water stopped. I heard the rustle of paper towels and shoes shuffling toward the bathroom door.

The light went out in the bathroom and the bathroom door open and then closed. I faintly heard the shuffle of shoes moving further away from me. My mind raced again, it can't be that late already. Why hadn't the ice melted yet? How stupid could have I been to fall asleep? I started to struggle, I wanted out now. My arms and waists started to hurt as I pulled and pushed on the handcuffs. As my body woke up more, I realized how much my nipples hurt and how much my ass felt like it was going to split me in two by the butt plug.

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