Dirty Dungeon · Part 1 (1/2)
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Part One
I have always been interested in the medieval times. They were good at restraint and punishment. I had always decided that I too would like to experience the medieval punishment and restraint. I envisioned myself stripped and shackled and led away to the dark castle dungeon locked away. So I created this dungeon scene, my most elaborate self-bondage I have done yet.
The house that my girlfriend Adonica and I live in was built in the early 1940's so the basement was perfect. It needed to be just right however!
I wanted this to feel real and the set had to be prepared carefully! I started by carrying in buckets of dirt that I got from the apartment housing that was going up in the lots across the way from our house. Piles of dirt from the basements were easily accessible and I carried bucked after bucket of black dirt down the basement making a very nice and thick dirt floor in the smallest room of the tiny basement. The dungeon was taking shape.
Next I covered the window with cardboard so it would be dark, I cut little slots in the cardboard before placing it over the window giving the impression of closely spaced bars. The small amount of light that shown in was perfect for day and at night would be almost completely black as I checked it during the night that week prior to my time of confinement. The outside street light was at just an angle from the house that only small slivers of light shown in, just enough for me to be able to glimpse myself in my bondage imprisonment in the late evening and early morning hours.
Now the room was taking shape. Next I got a piece of heavy chain from the garage that was there when we moved in that would be used as my tether.
I fastened it to the bottom of the steel support pole that was cast into the concrete floor now covered with black dirt. The pole ran to the ceiling joist of the floor above me. The pole had a hole at the bottom and I found a bolt that would run through the chain link and hole and using a wrench from the garage to secure the chain to, since I didn't want the chain to slide up and down the pole. I tightened the bolt using the wrench. The chain was only five foot long and would work nicely. I had started preparing the basement dungeon on Monday evening and it was almost complete Wednesday night.
I had made my appointment as a dungeon slave to take place on Thursday night since my girlfriend was leaving that morning and would be gone until Monday noon. (She worked as a flight attendant so I knew she would be away on her flight but coming home she would also be my fail-safe since my weekend confinement was going to take an elaborate system of keeping myself locked for an extended period.
Although in the back of my mind I wasn't sure I wanted Adonica to find me like this. We had explored bondage on the web some and played around with the idea only mildly since moving into the house over a year ago but we had never taken it to this extreme.) I took the door length mirrors we had in the house and also stood them up against the walls. They would act as a constant reminder to me of my submissively slaved position when
I would look into them and see myself. One more thing that I thought would be interesting for my dungeon and would work as humiliating me in my slavery was to take the garden hose and fasten it to the yard sprinkler system.
I ran the hose into the basement through the other room window. I ran the hose through the joist braces and hung it to the top of the steel pole using wire. On the end of the hose I screwed on a small yard sprinkler.
I ran duct tape over most of the holes since I didn't want to be thoroughly drenched but envisioned this as my only source of cleaning myself had I been destined to become a real slave in a real dungeon. I likened this to being similar to having the dungeon guard taking a bucket of water and pouring over me. I set the timer on the system to come on at one o'clock in the afternoon and run for three minutes. That would be more than enough to completely make a mess of things.
Next came a metal bucket that was to be where I would relieve myself.
I wondered about using a chastity belt however knowing I could pee but wasn't sure how if I had to excrete how that would work. I knew that chastity belts were an important part of medieval times and felt I should be forced to wear one to prevent myself from playing with my pussy should I get aroused in self-bondage and wanting enjoyment by rubbing and pleasuring myself…
I decided the belt would be necessary and would worry about the other at the time. Last came a metal bucket of water and a slices of bread that
I set in the room. This was to be my only nourishment since I was planning on wearing a ring gag that would allow me to get drinks and the bread I would just have to stuff in my mouth and swallow as little pieces, and also I thought it would be safer with a ring gag for the prolonged self-bondage.
Thursday was here and I spent the day fasting. And come evening I started the final preparations. I had an old electric clock that I took the glass cover off and also removed the long hand and bent the hour hand out slightly.
I set it at one and hung all the keys on a ring onto the hand. When the clock would start and the hours would pass, somewhere around the time the small hand would approach four the keys would slide off the hand and onto the floor permitting my escape. I hung this up from the joist above my newly built cell and ran the extension cord to a day-night timer. I set the timer to come on for an hour each day. With the clock set at just a little past noon that would make it move till one on Friday, move to two on Saturday, move till three on Sunday and move another hour to four allowing the keys to slide off early the next Monday morning. That would give me a little cushion to be freed before Adonica got home on Monday noon.
I wanted it a little intresting so I made it come on at ten in the morning so that would be cutting it close. I knew that the air flights were usually late so I figured it would be plenty of time.
Now I was ready as it was about six o'clock Thursday evening. To my closet and out came the bondage gear and down to the dungeon. I first stood in the center of the room. I looked around, my heart pounding. I had removed all my clothes upstairs and was standing there bare foot and bare ass naked in my soon to be home for the next three days. The room was empty with the exception of the two buckets and the bread. I was about to become a medieval slave cast away in a dark dungeon. I checked that all the keys worked to all the padlocks that I had and placed the keys on the ring and hung them up on the clock hand. The timer was plugged in and set. The sprinkler time also set before hand. This was it, the time was fast approaching.
I knelt down. I had brought a permanent marker with me and wrote the letters s-l-a-v-e on each foot, one letter above and on top of each toe. Next I also wrote slave across my tits and across the cheeks of my bare ass. This was also to remind me of my status during my imprisonment when I would look down at my bare feet or see myself in the mirror.
First came the ring gag. I placed it in my mouth and fastened the strap and put the smallest lock in the buckle preventing it's removal, although
I wouldn't be able to reach it anyway I wanted my bondage strict and complete.
Next the three inch wide leather collar with a D-ring on it was locked around my neck with another small padlock. I knew in dungeon times these would all have been steel but I didn't have steel so I used leather instead.
I did have heavy metal ankle cuffs with a one foot chain between them however, I went from my kneeling position onto my ass and attached the cuff to my left ankle, "click" and then the right ankle, "click" The chain that ran between them was fastened to the short chain I had bolted to the steel post. "Click" went the padlock to the chains making me a semi-prisoner.
The moment was fast approaching.
What the heck, next came the chastity belt. I first strapped the waist portion on around my waist and locked it on with the padlocks it came with, then the crotch strap. It was made of very stiff and thick leather, I had worn it many times before and knew it did the job effectively. I figured since I would not be going number two I slid in a butt plug in my ass to make me suffer all the more and pulled the crotch strap through the crack of my ass and over my pussy and cinched it up tight in the front and placed the padlock on it. I pulled hard at the belt testing it. The wide leather front also forced my legs open somewhat and being very wide prevented me from any attempt at sticking my fingers into my pussy, I tried but had known from past experience this was impossible. I was wet inside and wiggled around a bit on the floor as I felt the butt plug nestling into place.
It was a little uncomfortable but it was to late now. Next I padlocked a shorter chain onto the ankle chain and ran it to the D-ring on the front of the belt locking it into place with another lock. I tested the length so that it only allowed me to stand with my knees bent, this would keep me bent over in a submissive position not allowing me to fully stand should I decide to want to get out early and jump for the keys. However, I had that planned out also. I also didn't want to much movement so as a final humiliation to my bare feet bondage came my favorite thumb cuffs and placed around my big toes of my bare feet. I always felt a complete prisoner with my toes in bondage too.
Now it was time to go all the way! I fastened the leather cuffs around each wrist, it was now getting dark and so I hurried. Each leather cuff was locked in place and connected with a short chain of about six inches in length. This chain was next fastened to the leather collar around my neck so that my hands hung just above my breasts level. I placed my wrists together when I fastened them and locked the chain in place to the collar short enough so that I would not be able to reach down and fondle my nipples on my bare tits. However, this position was a bit more comfortable than placing my hands behind my back as I often do.
"Snap" went the final locks and before I gave myself time to think, there I was a sitting there bare foot, bare ass naked, in humiliatingly tight strict self-bondage, in the shadowy darkness of my dirty dungeon. The small slivers of light slowly fading only casting small glimpses onto the shiny silver chains and cuffs that had me a prisoner locked into submissive bondage.
I was a slave now. Left in the dungeon to be punished, for what reason only your imaginations could answer that question but I was there and I wasn't going anywhere for awhile. I felt the isolation and dark but mostly
I felt excited with no way of doing any thing about it. I found that the toe cuffs prevented me from straddling the steel post to try and rub myself, I pulled hard to get at my bare breast but was unable to, I rolled over onto my stomach, in the excitement. I was beginning to breath a little heavier and was starting to perspire somewhat as my heart raced harder and harder, The dirt stuck to me where I had sweat. I rolled around more and more trying to pleasure myself anyway that I could, The anticipation of this made me wet and hot and I could feel my juices running out of my crotch and around the chastity belt but it was no use.
I was very much a slave that was denied pleasure in complete control from the bondage I was placed in. I could catch glimpses of myself in the mirror from what little light I did have, I was a slave all right, I wanted this and I got it. Now what, I wanted to get off more than anything but couldn't, I wanted free but couldn't, I was here to stay until Monday morning and that thought finally hit me after an hour or two of struggling for an orgasm! I was finally exhausted and crawled over to the pole and leaned up against it. "You better get use to it I muffled through the ring gag"
to myself. I wasn't getting free, I wasn't getting an orgasm and I would be forced to endure my slavery as the medieval prisoner I had created for myself.
Part Two
I was so exhausted and frustrated not being able to pleasure myself!
I wanted to rub my pussy so bad. The initial thought of the self-bondage scene I had created made my head race and spin. However, the dungeon had denied me my orgasm that had built deep inside me. The tight chastity belt locked around my waist and drawn deep, strapped between my crotch was laughing back at me. "You are my slave!" it shouted out to me. The largeness of the butt plug pushed at my ass. No matter how hard I tried to move my legs the toe cuffs held tightly around by big toes and the hobble chain between my ankle cuffs prevented me from moving my feet to far apart at the heels.
My hands locked together at the leather collar around my neck positioned my palms to my cheeks as I sat there crouched with elbows on my knees.
It was a perfect picture of me in utter surrender and submissive dejection.
I finally, somehow drifted off to sleep in the darkness as the small rays of light from the free outside slowly crept away.
I awoke sometime Friday morning, the light shinning in on my face between the makeshift bars I had fashioned on the window with the cardboard. As
I awoke and slowly regained my bearings the totality of my situation hit me! There I was the helpless and hopeless chained up slave locked away in tight restraint in the dungeon. I looked up and saw myself in the mirror.
Naked!
Shackled at the ankles with a heavy tether chain to my hobble link fastened securely to the steel support post. Toes cuffed together, chastity belted and strapped firmly, wrists fastened together and posture locked to my neck collar and ring gag tight in my mouth. My hair was a tangled and teaseled up mess. Drool had dripped out onto my bare breasts and thighs while I slept, some was semi-dry and some was still fresh. Where
I had sweated there was dirt spots and streaks that clung to me. I wondered how much longer until my hose down period at one o'clock would be. The bottoms of my bare feet were black from sliding about. How would I be able to clean myself some with only the trickle of water from the sprayer spraying onto the dirt dungeon floor?
Basically I would get clean to a point but I wondered how long would it take the water that would turn my dungeon to mud floor to dry? One thing
I was now realizing was that the toe cuffs are an excellent way of hobbling a slave or prisoner and the only way I could really move was to scoot around on my ass since it was almost impossible to shimmy using my feet. It was also painful on my toes to try and slide on my feet!
Thinking about my feet, as I looked down at my dirty bare feet the dust and dirt created a thin coating over my once bright red painted toes; now, becoming a dark dirty red. In big letters I had written was the reminder!
"SLAVE!" Jumping out at me as if yelling. Yes I was truly the slave of my own desires, my desires of sexual ecstasy that I received from self created bondage. But now I wanted freedom.
Freedom I was not going to soon get. I had never thought about self-bondage for this long of duration and I now realized I was going to be here for three more days! I was not getting free this morning or the next or even the next morning. It all sounded so fun and exciting and I was so caught up in the planning and anticipation that I never stopped to think that four days is a little to long for this! My mouth hurt a little gagged like it was. But I wanted it this way! I wanted to feel the humiliation of being a slave in chains. Stripped of all my dignity and humanity. Next came the realization that I had to pee!
I thought about this proposition and could only think of the worst what was about to happen to me. I sat there wondering how long could I hold it? What seemed like hours but probably only thirty or forty minutes, I decided it was time to experience this adventure. As a slave I didn't really have a choice how I would pee so I had to do it as I was. This was going to be interesting.
Bending my knees and rolling onto my shins I slowly slid myself over to the bucket. Rolling onto my naked ass I was able to hop up onto my feet and scoot myself over the bucket. I had a ways to go since I had placed the bucket on the other side of the drinking water bucket I had. Although my tether chain was only five foot long that made a small walk of ten feet.
That's a long way to move when in strict bondage the way I was! I had to kind of spread my knees out and trying to squat at the same time. The toe cuffs made this nearly impossible. I tried to move my heels out to allow me to get positioned over the bucket. This would be an experience.
I closed my eyes and let the flow come. I could feel the warmth of my piss but I heard nothing but small drips into the bucket. To my disgust the chastity belt forced the pee to run out on the sides and down the insides of my legs and onto the dirt floor. What was I thinking would happen?
Exactly this! This was a mess! I was a mess! This was a mistake! What was even the point of squatting. Maybe next time just try sitting on the damn bucket I thought to myself. I soon found out that my pee breaks were going to have to come at shower time or as I was realizing now I would have to be humiliated by the stream of my own wet urine until cleanse time!
I slid my way back over to the post and leaned up against it. The dust
I created from the dirt floor clung to the insides of my wet thighs. What had I done to myself? I had to think better thoughts, something to take my mind of this dungeon hell I had created for myself. I was not getting out of this until the keys dropped and I came to realize this was permanent for the time being and I would have to make the best of my bondage slavery.
As I looked at myself in the mirror and looked down at my naked body strictly in confinement I wanted more than anything to have an orgasm!
When I looked at myself in the mirror the sight of my imprisonment it got me going inside. My heart beats built stronger and stronger and my breathing through the gag and my nose was getting heavier and heavier. I could hear myself trying to moan through the ring gag drawn tightly inside my open mouth. The chastity belt was going to make this impossible. I again tried squeezing my legs together real tight trying to get the belt to press against the mound of my pussy. I laid down on the floor and slid myself up against the steel post that had me tethered as its slave and I pushed hard against it. I tried pushing my ass up against the post raising my legs and feet up against it.
I tried pulling the tether chain between my legs back and forth by bending my knees pulling on it. All this did was to push the butt plug in my ass deeper and deeper, constantly reminding me of it's painful presence.
My body heat rose higher and my breathing was fast and getting furious.
This had heightened my senses and it was to get me hotter and hotter inside and no hope of sexual release! The wetness inside was building and again
I felt my warm juices trying to seep out from the edges of my slave belt.
I could now feel the mid morning becoming noon and the heat from the outsides summer day was turning my dungeon into a sauna. The sweat was beading down my forehead and my bare chest and legs had trails of sweat running down them meandering like a river. I could feel the sweat running down my back, between the chastity belt and the crack of my ass. I could feel it dripping down my stomach and between the belt and my crotch. The drops seemed to run past my shaved pussy and tickle my pussy lips causing me only more frustration. I couldn't understand this since I had strapped the belt on so tight.
The drool from my ring gag mixed with the sweat of my body as I rolled around thrashing about! I was again becoming covered from head to bare toes by the dirt off the dungeon floor. The floor that days ago I had spent so much time preparing. I collapsed in a dirty mess on the dirty dungeon floor. The "dirty dungeon" was becoming just that, literally! Not only was I becoming a filthy mess but it was already starting to imprison me mentally inside also. I knew that I must stop becoming aroused since this was pure frustration and humiliation. I prayed for the sprinkler to come on and give me some relief from the heat and to cool my hot wet pussy!
I was beginning to stink of sweat, saliva, pee, dust, dirt and mud. I crawled to my water bucket and stuck my face in it to try and wet my mouth that was drying from breathing so hard and fast. I was trying to moan but couldn't do that very well either. All that came out were aughhhh type sounds that were faint and slobbery. I wanted free. I wanted my parole. I wanted out.
I wasn't getting free.
No parole until monday, I wasn't getting out! Were the answers that came to me. I was trapped, I was had and now I would suffer the consequences.
After all I wanted to feel what it would be like to be locked away in the medieval dungeon and that's exactly what I was getting. That's me, the little barefoot naked slave girl locked up in chains, cast away in the depths of a dark dungeon, a prisoner of her desires. Finally the water came on and I rushed and rolled to be under its spray!
Part Three
I could hear the water force its way through the hose and the sudden jerk as the pressure built up against the sprinkler head and the small trickle of water build to a steady steam, I quickly inched my way under its flow and rocked my trussed up figure into a standing position under it. I raised my head up and felt the cool water run down my face, my shoulders, down my tits and back across my chastity belted bare ass checks and backs of my legs and the tops of my thighs to my knees and down to my shackled ankles, cuffed toes and onto the dirt floor. The water was coming out at a good steam even though I had taped some of the nozzles.
I knew the flow would only last for three minutes as I had set the timer. The floor quickly was turning to mud and I could feel it as it seeped up between my bare toes. I used my hands to rub my face the best I could in the posture lock position I had placed them in. My hair was completely wet and hanging down limp and dripping. I was beginning to feel considerably better. The spray soon stopped and I stood there.
I wasn't able to completely stand straight since placing myself in my restraint I had fastened a short chain from my tether at the hobble on my ankles to the center d ring on the chastity belt. This was to keep me bent over in a submissive position. A position all the more to add to my humiliation as a slave locked in chains. The floor was really quite muddy and with the toe cuffs I wasn't able to really walk to well.
If I got down on my knees or my ass I would become even more dirty than
I had been before. I decided to stand and see how long it would take for the floor to dry. It was really warm inside even though it was a basement.
I was getting tired of standing but soon I forgot all about that when I heard the distinctive slam a our front door!
I quickly crouched down wondering who was in our house! As if crouching down would help but it was more a reflex action than anything. I could hear what was high heeled foot steps across the wood floor above me. I could think of only one thing. ADONICA! It must be her! What is she doing here so soon! This was awful I had only wanted to use her as a last resort in case my escape plan had failed and I had done self bondage so many times that I hadn't really planned on that happening and having to deal with her discovering me. What was I going to do now? The wheels quickly turning, I would make up some ridiculous story that I knew would be totally unbelievable as I looked up at the keys and the clock, the shower, the buckets, the dirt floor. No story I could tell was going to be believable. I was had!
I had trapped myself with no way out of discovery!
I had now become a slave of my desires completely force to endure its torments. I would be real quiet and maybe she wouldn't find me. I couldn't talk out anyway with the ring gag still pulled deep in my mouth forcing my lips open. This was really embarrassing! Then the dreaded sound of the basement door being opened and the footsteps coming down the steps. I heard the bang of the washer door being opened. I was only a room away from being totally humiliated being found like this. It was Adonica alright, I could hear here softly singing to herself as she often did when doing house chores.
She was doing the laundry.
Maybe she wouldn't find me. If she did, I'm sure she would understand.
I was thinking all these thoughts to myself trying to comfort myself inside.
Wanting to reassure myself of my humiliating trapped position I had place myself in. My heart was pounding so loud that I feared she would hear it.
Adonica knew my interest with bondage! I assured myself, it would be okay!
We looked at some bondage sites on the web when she became curious why
I had handcuffs and a ball gag in my dresser she had found one day putting some of my clean clothes away for me as I explained to her what they were used for. While after all one time I took my pantyhose when we both got drunk and silly together while playing around and hogtied her and tickled the soles of her bare feet with a ball-point pen. Just playing around of course! But then I thought to myself and saw myself in the mirror and the cruel coldness of myself, the dungeon slave. I could clearly see the big letters I had severely written across my bare ass and bare tits that shouted
SLAVE!
How was I going to explain all this. This was the first sight she would see if she found me and what a sight that it was! This was terrible! I closed my eyes as I heard her voice ring out. "Nakia" she said as she went up the stairs. I just melted. "Nakia. Are you home?" I heard her question as I heard her footsteps across the floor in the room above me. Then it got quiet. The washer water was now full and had stopped. I could only hope my discovery would be avoided. There was nothing in this room for her to want to explore anyway. I could just disappear until Monday morning and free myself, clean up the evidence and succeed at pulling off the dungeon slavery.
Then I heard the foot steps once more coming down the basement steps.
I tried to get as quiet as I could almost completely down to my breathing, practically holding my breath. As I heard the clothes basket drop against the wood door that separated me and Adonica from total humiliation. As it dropped it leaned against the door and hitting the door it slowly swung open. My heart stopped, I think it actu
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