Long weekend alone. Part 2.

I grabbed a quick bite to eat, took a shower and got dressed for my self-imposed incarceration … Since it was still late Winter/early Spring we would have some cooler nights, I thought it best to dress warmly. I figured the temperature would be warm enough to melt the ice by the middle of the night to mid-morning, but still cool enough that I would need to dress warmly. That time of the morning would be a perfect time to get myself free.

I thought about what “gear” to wear for this self-imposed bondage, going from military, to cowboy, to construction worker and finally decided on construction worker. I chose the construction worker and put-on thermal pants, thick wool socks, thermal shirt, heavy flannel shirt, hoodie, thick leather belt, jeans, beanie, and a pair of my loggers. As I finished getting in gear, it hit me. Might as well make this a really good experience. I added a CB600 chastity device to prevent me from getting overly excited. I put the key to my chastity device in my back jeans pocket. Once locked there was no way I could reach it.

Once fully dressed I went outside and attached the ice block with the first key to the tree about 300 yards away from the house. Once it melted it would hang just at waist level. Having done that, I just needed to complete my lock up.

Once back in the house, I took a length of chain and wrapped it around my booted feet and locked them in place, making a set of hobbles – I left about 8 inches between my ankles. Not a lot of distance between my ankles but I wanted a good challenge. This way it would take time getting to each lock.

I then added a locking gag and placed the key to that padlock in a cupboard in the laundry room. No way to get to it off until my hands were free. There was no way I was going to ungag myself. Things we do when we are horny.

I then took another length of chain and padlocked it to the middle of my hobble chain and finally attached the end of that chain to a set of Darby handcuffs. The length of the chain was such that my wrists were at waist level. There would be no way for me to raise my wrists beyond my waist, unless I was sitting down, which is why all the keys on the trees were placed at waist level.

It was about 8pm Friday night, all keys in place, geared up, gagged and in a CB600, I locked on the Darby cuffs. I was now stuck in self imposed bondage. No way out until the ice melted and I could start my trek to get the keys. Since I knew I couldn’t reach the light switches, I left most of the lights off in the house. I shuffled to the sofa in the living room and watch some boring TV. Not much else I could do while I waited. I doze off and woke up around 3am …

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