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BONDAGE CLUB Chapter 4 SURPRISE EVENT (A Fictional Story) © Copyright 2011 - Angela Browning our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time." T. S. Eliot, Little Gidding Evening came and Angela had slept all day. It always seemed to happen to her. Some things were best forgotten. What started out as a simple exploration yet again turned into a rush of embarrassment. This evening she was planning something new. Her fertile mind was always busy. Angela went online to find the Chatroomgirls. She had a great story in her head for their collection. She told them that she hadn't had much sleep the night before and had plenty of time to think. "You didn't sleep well last night?" one of them asked. "No, I was uncomfortable," replied Angela, eager to move on to the new story. As usual, the Chatroomgirls were friendly and welcoming. They liked Angela and thought that she was fun. They were eager to hear her story idea; the story that they knew Angela would act out for them. "The story goes like this," Angela began, "I'll take it slowly as I am still working out some of the details. There is this woman who enjoys bondage games and she is home alone in the house and plans a difficult self bondage experience. She is going to handcuff herself naked and she will have to go downstairs to the other end of the house to get free. In her bedroom there is an overnight lockbox for jewelry. She has already locked the keys to the handcuffs in it and the key to the lockbox is downstairs in the living room on the coffee table. Once she is handcuffed, the only way out is to go downstairs to get the lockbox key and then come back upstairs to get the handcuff keys." "We like it, we like it!" join in the Chatroomgirls enthusiastically, "then what?" "Well, this is where it starts to become fun," replied Angela triumphantly, "I have most of it worked out! Firstly, I get my cell phone wireless earpiece in my ear and you call me and we can talk and do this live," she said. She put in her earpiece and answered her phone to the Chatroomgirls. "Kinky capers!" quipped Angela as she began the details of her new adventure. "Ok, this is where I turn on the webcam so that you can see me and talk to me at the same time, isn't this fun?" "What next?" asked the Chatroomgirls. "Ok, make sure you take notes," said Angela, "I have it all worked out. I get naked then I put a foam earplug in my other ear to make it hard for me to hear anything but you. Sensory deprivation, you know." "Great, we get an exclusive," came the reply. "That's right, I will feel more lost but will be able to talk to you and tell you my feelings. Then I put on my favorite ankle cuffs, the heavy ones. I can't get my legs far enough apart to 'hump the sofa' or something," she said with a laugh. The Chatroomgirls were having fun too, it sounded like a party was going on in the background. "Then I am going to do my favorite thing; you saw me do it before. I will put a chain around my waist and padlock these handcuffs in the middle of my back behind me. I won't be able to reach the door key. Oh, I forgot to tell you that the bedroom door is locked and the key is hanging in that block of ice just out of reach. I must wait to get the door open so that it takes me longer to start my journey and gives me more time to enjoy myself. I can spend more time in my deliciously helpless situation. Another thing is that I am going to put this heavy canvas bag over my head and strap it comfortably around my neck. I won't be able to see where I am going. I got this canvas bag at a bondage club and it holds fond memories for me. It will deaden sounds and make me feel more isolated and vulnerable. The handcuffs padlocked to the waist chain will make it impossible for me to get the canvas bag off until I get them open. I will have to feel my way around downstairs naked and helpless while I am searching for the key to the lockbox but I will still be able to talk to you and tell you how it feels." Angela put the chain around her waist and padlocked the handcuffs into the middle of her back. She was almost in a feverish rush as she was eager to begin her journey. Talking all the while with the Chatroomgirls, she put the canvas bag over her head and buckled the strap. "Oh, and another thing that turns me on is to spray my favorite cologne on the canvas bag in front of my face so that when I breathe the smell is overpowering." She sprayed a healthy amount on the front of the bag and then rushed into the handcuffs. "I like to handcuff myself quickly before I have time to change my mind," she said. Now Angela had time to wait, It was a thrill being able to talk to her friends the Chatroomgirls while being helpless. She had no choice but to wait for the bedroom door key to drop before she could begin her journey downstairs to get the lockbox key and then back upstairs to get the handcuff keys. All this time in the darkness of the hood but accompanied by her friends on the phone. "How long will the ice on the bedroom door key take to melt?" asked one of the Chatroomgirls. "I think about an hour," said Angela, "I tested the same thing the other day to see." Then she thought out loud, "I am sorry, I didn't realize that this part would be boring for you. I am having a great time and you have to wait for the next part of the story." "Oh, that's alright, don't worry about us," they replied. "We have lots of phone calls to make and messages to send out. We will keep ourselves busy for the next hour." "How do you feel?" they asked her. "You know, I feel very sexy. Wonderfully helpless. While I am waiting for the key to the bedroom door to drop, all I can do is to feel my way around the room and enjoy my helplessness." "What if a burglar broke into the house and found you?" they asked. "I dream of the handsome stranger who can take me, use me up and leave me limp," laughed Angela. "How do I look?" she asked the Chatroomgirls as she stood in front of the webcam. "Very nice!" came a man's voice. "Who is that?" asked Angela flustered. "That's just my brother who came in without knocking," said one of the Chatroomgirls. Then, "Get out, Ray! You know its girls only night." "Well, what can I do to help this delicious maiden in distress?" asked Ray. "She knows that I would love to spend an hour alone with her fine helpless body." "Go, Ray! Go!" then the sound of the door slamming. "He is such an animal, luckily he doesn't know where you live," apologized one. After about an hour, Angela heard the bedroom door key drop to the floor. She felt her way over to the door and found the key dangling on the wet string and backed up to the door with the key in her hand and opened it. "Oh, I just remembered, an extra exciting twist for your story." "What's that?" asked the Chatroomgirls. "Very daring," said Angela, "I left all the lights on in the house and the curtains are open!" "Wow!" exclaimed one of them. "How outrageous! You are naked, hooded and helpless and feeling your way downstairs and the lights are on and the curtains open! What if someone sees you?" "I'll never know, will I?" laughed Angela, "but if someone does see me they will be in for a treat!" Angela felt her way out onto the landing, found the handrail and slowly, one step at a time, went down. A slight draft from somewhere made her nipples harden. Maybe she had left a window open. At the bottom of the stairs she cautiously shuffled forward feeling the thick carpet with her bare feet. She tried to head in a straight line towards the coffee table to get the lockbox key but it seemed farther than she remembered. Something didn't feel right. Angela stopped. She knew that the lights were on and the curtains wide open. Maybe someone was standing in the garden watching her through the window. She would have looked very interesting, helpless and hooded. Angela stopped and listened. "What is wrong?" asked one of the chatroom girls. "Sssh! I am trying to listen. I feel as if someone is here," Angela whispered. She could hear nothing. She could see nothing "What is happening now?" asked a Chatroomgirl. Angela could smell nothing but the cologne she had sprayed on the canvas bag. "I don't know," she whispered. "Something doesn't feel right! If only I could get the lockbox key I could scoot back upstairs." "Is there any way we can help you?" "No, I just have to find the coffee table." Angela took a few more slow steps and stopped again. She stood still for a while, waiting, and then moved slowly in the direction where she hoped she would find the coffee table. It was hard to be sure of the direction after standing still for so long. Angela had talked the Chatroomgirls through her strange journey. She had been naked, hooded and in the leg irons and handcuffs for over an hour now and was eager to find the key. "How is it going? Is it as thrilling as you thought?" asked the chatroom girls. "Oh yes, it's exciting but nerve wracking. If only I could find the coffee table I could get back upstairs." "We are sure that you'll find it soon," they said confidently. At that moment, Angela felt the coffee table with her leg. "Got it!" she said with relief. Angela got down on her knees with her back to the coffee table to feel for the lockbox key. She shuffled around and after making a complete loop almost twice she cried out in exasperation. "I can't find it! I can't find the key!" "How about if we come over and find it for you?" asked one of the Chatroomgirls trying to hide her glee. "Wait!" interrupted Angela, "I just heard an echo when you spoke! Are you here?" "Yes, we are ALL here, the whole Bondage Club is here and we have been watching you!" "I don't believe you! They can't be!" cried the embarrassed Angela. At one signal, the whole room erupted in cheers and applause. Angela fell to her knees emotionally drained. Everyone gathered closely and someone wrapped a warm blanket around Angela's naked body. The party began in earnest. Glasses clinked, music played, food smells came from the kitchen and Angela was the hostess. Angela Browning (You can send story suggestions, fiction and artwork to FictionandArtwork @ gmail.com)
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