Im really needing some bondage in my life. I'm trying to quit smoking, I'm in a funky mood and I know a bit of self bondage will do the trick and turn my frown upside down. I take all safety precautions as I turn the camera on, and I call my landlord to come over in about 3 hours to help me move a piece of furniture and well, just incase i get myself in a serious bind, i know someone will help but i do not want his help nor do i want him to know what i do for my selfcare methods. But safety is paramount and it has to be done. I tell him to call before heading over, then I know i must escape...

Im really needing some bondage in my life. I'm trying to quit smoking, I'm in a funky mood and I know a bit of self bondage will do the trick and turn my frown upside down. I take all safety precautions as I turn the camera on, and I call my landlord to come over in about 3 hours to help me move a piece of furniture and well, just incase i get myself in a serious bind, i know someone will help but i do not want his help nor do i want him to know what i do for my selfcare methods. But safety is paramount and it has to be done. I tell him to call before heading over, then I know i must escape my binds and all will be good. All things are in place, even the scissors hanging to help my escape. I tie my ankles, knees, and thighs together so very tight with rope. I shove a ballgag in my mouth and even buckle a collar on myself to put myself in the right submissive headspace. I then use zipties to bind my hands above my head. WOW, i tightened them so tight..oh well, the tighter the better as long as i can reach that scissors when i must. I then writhe and struggle in my bra and panties and enjoy my moment of bound reprieve. Nothing else on my mind, my bad mood diminishing nicely. Just what i needed! I lose track of time in my selfcare bondage therapy as the phone rings. My landlord leaves a message saying he is on his way. OkOK. no problem. I reach for my scissors but my grip isn't good and I drop them to my feet. I immediately start to panic as I don't know how I will escape by the time he arrives. OMG..I try to loosen my leg ropes and the unforgiving wrist zipties, I get nothing lose but I sure gain a bruised wrist from trying. The landlord comes in and I am utterly humiliated. He doesn't seem surprised as i he puts 2 and 2 together as to this is why I keep to myself and never have visitors. He seems to have another idea for me as I am still ballgagged and trying to explain to him this is my therapy, but then he invites me to dinner. I find that strange especially when he grabs the scissors but not to cut me down from my bondage but to cut my bra off and even my panties. I am so utterly confused and embarrassed but there is nothing I can do. he keeps saying he is going to have me for dinner and then he must tenderize my tits and nipples. I am still a bit unsure of his wording as he places very harsh nipple clamps over my pierced nipples after a good groping. I do believe he plans on having ME for dinner, not me over for dinner...What have I gotten myself into?

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