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BONDAGE CLUB Chapter 3 THE WHINE CELLAR (A Fictional Story) © Copyright 2011 - Angela Browning Angela was woken by the sunrise. The early morning sunshine came streaming in through the grubby windows of the potting shed. She had slept well considering her predicament, handcuffed and naked. She knew immediately where she was. She had been sleeping on sacks in the potting shed at the end of the garden. Her shoulders were stiff because she had no choice but to sleep in the handcuffs that she had boldly put on the night before. The chain was still snug around her waist locking the handcuffs firmly in place. She admitted to herself that it was a thrill waking up still helpless from the night before. Slowly stretching as best she could she kicked off the sacks that she had managed to pull over her legs. The night had been warm and the potting shed was comfortable. Now though was the time to move and to try to get back into the guesthouse before the gardeners arrived to work in the gardens. Angela struggled to her feet and looked down at her legs noticing how grubby they were. She knew that her hair must be in a mess again, a mirror would have helped. She ran over in her mind the events of the previous night. The conversation with the chatroomgirls which almost amounted to a dare and the wine which helped her become reckless. It was fun and sleeping naked in the garden with handcuffs on had been a turn on for her. As she crossed the garden in the early light she cautiously looked around. The thrill of being in a predicament of her own making was too much fun. Angela arrived at the house and found the kitchen door open. Going in cautiously she listened for anyone inside. On the counter the laptop computer was off and the candles were burned out. The keys to the handcuffs were not where she thought she had left them and she knew that her enjoyable fix wasn't over yet. She looked around and then headed upstairs for her bedroom. As soon as she felt safe she went to the full length mirror to look at her self. Now she had time to enjoy her feelings and this was her turn on. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back and padlocked to the chain around her waist. She enjoyed the way she looked and enjoyed watching herself struggle. She was grubby all over, dried leaves were in her hair and she wished she had someone to scrub her down thoroughly in the shower while she was still helpless. That would have been so much fun. Unfortunately, Angela was alone and the handcuff keys had to be found. She looked around and found them on her bed. As she unlocked herself, Angela resolved to spend more time locked in the handcuffs and enjoying her predicament the next time. Being alone and helpless gave her a rush and her vulnerability made her feel excited. After a hot relaxing shower she slept in her comfortable clean bed. That afternoon more flowers arrived. Angela made herself food and read a letter from her boss. The letter said that there was a remodeling project under way up at the big house and asked if she could check on the progress. A little later, Angela walked over to the big house with the keys to see what the remodeling projects looked like. The house was impressive, high ceilings, huge rooms and shiny floors. The windows had grand views of the private gardens. She found an elevator and took it to the roof garden. It was beautiful. A private garden on the roof. Angela thought that she could sunbathe there or bring the chatroomgirls for an afternoon of relaxation. Taking the elevator back down she found the wine cellar beneath the house. It was huge and well stocked. Around a heavy door at the far end lay the workmen's tools ready for the morning. The workmen had left for the night. "This must be where the new construction project is," she guessed as she opened the heavy door and went in. Angela was surprised to find what looked like a dungeon under construction. A well equipped fun playground for the rich owner of the house. "What a secret. Who would have guessed?" she thought, "Deep under the house, no one would know." Angela felt a rush of excitement as she wandered around looking at all the chains and manacles hanging on the wall each with their own keys. Stocks, pillories and cages just big enough to fit one person were there. Everything was strongly made. All the construction was new and along one wall were simple cells with sliding barred doors. The smell of welding and carpentry was in the air. Angela felt a rush at finding such a storehouse of fun and wanted to try some of the equipment out. Her mind was filled with a rapid succession of erotic fantasies. She knew that this late in the day the house would be deserted. The workmen had gone home. Angela had an idea in her head about trying some chains on and walking around upstairs in the empty house. Maybe even going up to the private roof garden naked and in chains. Being the impulsive adventuress that she was, Angela took off her clothes and selected a set of stout leg irons to try on. It had been her dream to re-enact the bondage club initiation, perhaps to relive the thrill of the moment. She walked slowly in the leg irons over to the mirror to see how she looked. "More helpless would look better," she thought, looking over the other equipment. She chose a heavy steel collar and locked it around her neck after checking that the keys worked. It had a short chain with a pair of heavy handcuffs at the end. Angela turned the collar so that the handcuffs dangled behind her. "The handcuffs are a little high, the chain is too short," she thought, "but it will just be for a short time." Angela stretched up to get her wrists in the handcuffs behind her back and to lock them on. She then went over to the mirror to see how she looked. "Very sexy," she thought. The short chain from the collar to the cuffs was perfect for restricting her movement. Her hands were chained way up above her waist. The handcuffs would have become uncomfortable if she had to wear them for long. The snug collar put pressure on her throat leaving no room to move. The feeling of desperate helplessness was very real. Angela struggled in front of the mirror just to see how good she looked. She thought that with her hands chained up so high behind her she looked more naked and vulnerable. If her "handsome stranger" was going to come and ravish her she couldn't do much to stop him. Her only problem was that the "handsome stranger" forgot to show up. Angela understood the point of the collar with the cuffs. She couldn't defend herself below the waist, her breasts were exposed and a paddling would have been impossible to stop. Angela was thrilled at having the whole dungeon to herself. She enjoyed walking around in her chains. She thought that she would go upstairs later and walk around the big house naked and in chains. "I can handle the discomfort a little longer," she thought, "but first I can go and try out the cells." She wished that the chatroomgirls could have seen the dungeon and how deliciously helpless she looked. She thought that this would make a good bondage story idea for their book. "Self bondage." "Lustful female finds dungeon and decides to play." "I must remember that to tell them," she thought. She went into one of the cells and looked around. The cell was simple and had a toilet and a firm bed. There was no comfort. The door was barred and slid in a track. The floor was bare concrete and up in the corners were cameras. "This place means business," she thought as she noticed the ringbolts in the floor and walls. The bed looked hard and uncomfortable and because her hands were up out of the way, Angela sat on the bed to feel how firm it really was. As if triggered by her sitting on the bed there was a loud mechanical noise as all the cell doors slid closed with a clang. Angela was startled and jumped up and tried to open the door but it was locked. She knew she was in trouble. She could see her dress and the keys to her chains out of reach on the bench in the middle of the dungeon. She thought that maybe the door locks were controlled by a timer and that they might open up again in the morning. She was standing naked and in uncomfortably restrictive chains when the lights went out. She was left in total darkness, trapped with no way out. There was no way to get comfortable. Angela had only meant to wear the handcuffs chained to the collar for a short time and now she was helplessly going to be wearing them all night. Unless of course her "handsome stranger" would find her. She had thought that it would have felt good being locked up by a lover who would keep her in the cell. He would come in and ravish her when he was ready. She could have put up with the uncomfortable stringent chains if it had been for pleasure. That would have been easy because of course she would be helplessly chained to the wall and unable to run out when the door was opened. She knew it wasn't going to happen though, it was just another of her relentless fantasies. All she could do was to try to get as comfortable as possible until someone found her in the morning. Using the toilet to pee wasn't going to be easy because she couldn't use her hands. She still was a creature of fantasies. A vivid imagination for the erotic. She was unable to reach the keys and had no wine to help her sleep. Angela was thrilled by the thought that in the morning if she couldn't get out of the cell the workmen would arrive and discover her naked, trapped and vulnerable. There would be no escape from her embarrassment. The inevitability was a turn on. In her mind it would be a humiliating spectacle that she could not avoid. How would the workmen react to her humbled captive feminine powers? The embarrassment at being found helpless and naked would be an erotic turn on for her. At least until it happened. Meanwhile, there would be no escape. She had done this to herself. Angela slept as best she could. It was hard to relax because of the discomfort from the stringent position Angela whimpered quietly. After a long and uncomfortable night trapped in the cell, Angela heard the sounds of workmen arriving. Heavy boots on the concrete floor and talk in a language she couldn't understand. She was dreading this moment, the moment of an impending humiliating discovery. It always seemed so exciting the night before, the fantasy and fear of discovery. Sometimes she thought that it would be delicious to shock unsuspecting people with her naked body in an inescapable position. Now she was overcome with panic and struggled futilely with the handcuffs chained high behind her back. She wished that she could at least cover herself a little but there wasn't even a blanket in the bare cell. The dungeon lights came on suddenly and discovery became inevitable. Angela was trapped naked in the cell and if that weren't enough, she had chained herself up in an utterly humiliating and helpless way. She felt like a trapped animal with nowhere to hide and backed defensively into a corner of the cell. One of the workmen walked into the dungeon to pick up some tools. On a bench he saw her dress that hadn't been there the night before. He looked at it then turned and stared straight at her with piercing eyes. They looked at each other for the longest moment and then his face broke into a broad grin as he excitedly and joyously started shouting for the other workmen to come to see what he had found. Angela Browning (You can send story suggestions, fiction and artwork to FictionandArtwork @ gmail.com)
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