In retrospect, I could have been more cautious. Well, after all, the situation is biting me in the ass. Not biting, but you will get the picture.

Last night I was obsessed with a video that I found on the net. It was a model who tied herself into a pretzel, using a bondage position, called “the crab”.

You might skip to see the video, I get it…..

Well, just picture it, she places a noose on her neck and positions the rope in the middle of her back, at the end of it there is another noose.

Then she places two strings, each on one leg above the knee.

Crouching, she pushes her arms in the rings of rope on her legs from the front to the back.

Her knees are, in this way, pulled against her shoulders and once these are in position, she pushes her hands on the loop on her back, tightening the noose.

Finally, she is stuck in position, and she has to walk in this way to retrieve a clipper to cut the rope.

I found this bondage fascinating and troubling. It was beautifully executed, it seemed inescapable and strict, yet the rope around the neck did not appear safe to me.

It was definitely a risk that I did not want to take.

So I wondered all day for a way to put myself in a similar predicament, and finally I decided to use one of my faves. Metal, that’s it.

I was working in my office and while I was tending to some useless chore, part of my brain was browsing through my paraphernalia to decide what was better for the task I was planning. And I was fixating on a twist to pepper up the whole experience.

At first I had chosen the location, the basement, because it is tiled and easier to clean if something went wrong.

Then the time frame, Sean, my husband had a company dinner and this would give me enough time to entertain myself and be ready for him.

And finally I had decided that I wanted to use the anal hook.

It is a piece that I like to use on myself, it keeps me on my toes, in check. Once, I even went to work with the hook in place, and it was a crazy day.

Mine has a ball on the tip and a ring on the end, and also there is a ring welded on the shaft that you can use to pass a chain through or whatever.

The submissive in me then had the idea to use a head harness, to heighten the strictness. And I had just the right thing in my drawer.

I decided on a pair of belts for the legs, and a pair of leather handcuffs on my wrists.

To add to the feelings I then decided that I would also use a pair of leather ankle cuffs and that I would thread a chain on the ring of the hook, just because.

At the end of the story, you could say that it is just because I’m a total idiot, but let’s not rush it.

So, I left the office in a hurry, already wet with anticipation and arousal, and as I got to the house, I locked the doors and ran to the bathroom to relieve myself from the day. Keeping the program of the evening in mind, I took the time to clean my butt using a nozzle that I can attach to the shower. It is not as thorough as an enema, but it makes me feel clean.

I was naked as I returned to the bedroom, and I had the chance to spot my reflection in the mirror.

There I saw my body as Sean probably sees it. I’m a ginger, very well endowed, big breasts, round butt. Honestly, I’d appreciate a little more height, but it’s not as if I’m a dwarf. Average, as a matter of fact.

Being ginger means freckles, and I am proud of my freckles.

I picked up the restraints that I figured during the day, and carried them down in the basement. As an afterthought, I sat on my bed and fished out of the drawer a pair of nipple clamps.

I was already so enthused in the thing that my nipples were already at attention. These clamps are equipped with some nice weights that will be bouncing about for the time being.

To make sure that these two things stay in place, I placed a piece of electrician tape over my breasts, just to keep them on, bouncing around.

Immediately, as I was moving around, I felt the gentle tug on my areolas. I knew that it would drive me crazy, in the end.

“Lube” I yelled to myself as I got a bottle of lubricant from the same drawer and headed down to my place.

As you get down a flight of stairs, in my house, you end in a little room, in the middle of the basement. There are three doors to this room.

One ends in the furnace, one ends in a kind of stockroom where we keep all the wares. The third is my playroom.

Whenever I want to do some bondage I go down there. Sometimes with Sean.

It is heated, it is protected and there is no way I can hurt myself.

The light can be turned off by a timer and the door can be closed from the outside, if needed be.

This time I wanted to keep it open, to hear Sean in the case that he got home before I was able to free myself.

We have some drawers and some racks that are fixed high enough that I could use the hose on the pavement and nothing could ever get wet. Sometimes it is just sweat, sometimes it is other fluid, but it works.

From a drawer I took a little plate and put it down in front of the stairs, on which I then put the keys for the locks I wanted to use.

From the same place I picked a wand that I connected to a plug in the wall and placed on the floor just to add fun to an already fun situation.

Then I started to set up my prison. I picked up the lube and squirted it on my fingers. I began by massaging my butt crack, pushing my fingers inside my hole. I was already savoring the preparation, then I squirted some more lube, smearing directly the hook.

Once satisfied, I pushed the ball on the hook directly on my butthole.

As I applied pressure, my own body fought for the natural resistance towards things going in, down there. I forced myself to relax enough that finally the ball passed the sphincter and was sucked up. Satisfied, I picked up a long belt that I fed through the ring at the top of the hook, passing the ends under my armpits and closing the buckle behind my neck.

I have used this method even when I got out to work with that thing. It was all well hidden but I could really feel its encumbrance and presence. It’s presence that makes me feel full and keeps me in check. I can sense every movement by tugging on the hook. It pushes my shoulders back and it is like I’m showing my breasts to the world. A colleague commented that I must have grown a size during the night. Jokingly I retorted that it was a new bra I bought online..

Then I take the belts I have decided to use on the legs and I check the length to have them of the same size.

For the next step, following my mental project, I begin to apply the ankle cuffs. These are some sturdy things, I have used them for a long time, I know that they are strict and unforgiving, yet the leather is supple enough that they can be kept on for a length of time without bruising my skin. They close with a d-ring that is fed in a slit in the leather and a chain or a padlock can be placed there to block it in place.

I also put on the wrist cuffs of the same set and then I go in the middle of the room. I had gathered all the things I wanted to use around me, within reach of my hands.

I kneel on the floor, and insert one leg in each of the two belts.

The following step I have planned is to link the ankles, so I pick up a piece of chain, a couple of feet at least, and use one lock to connect one of the ends to my left foot with a padlock, then I pass the chain through the ring in the curve of the hook and lock the right foot in the same way.

I try to test my movements and the restraint seems strict but not unforgiving. Thanks to the belt I feel my legs tugging directly on the nape of my neck. Wonderful, like I had imagined.

I look around, feeling a kind of excitement building in me. I want to end this preparation and begin my plight.

I have pictured in my mind the restraint too much, to waste my time in the act of restraining myself.

I want to be tied. Clear and simple.

So I grab the head harness I wanted to wear during this and begin to put it on.

This is really a piece of work, it envelops my head in leather straps and it has a built-in gag.

I can close it behind on the back of my skull, using strings to make it tight around my head and finally completing it with a zipper and a buckle on a strap.

After setting it up really tight, I decide on a whim that I also want to be blind and pick up the blindfold that I can integrate in the harness. As a matter of fact, this is composed of two ovals that I can place over my eyes and clip in place on the harness with a couple of press buttons. And immediately I am plunged in a world of darkness. But still I have something to do before enjoying the utter darkness.

So I decide to do probably the stupidest thing that I could have done, I open the buckle behind my neck and, without passing under my armpits, I feed it on the d-ring at the top of my harness. I make it tight enough that my head is forced to tilt up. It is strict and exciting at the same time. Just using my hands, I then grab another piece of chain from the floor, keeping in mind where I had placed all the remaining things.

I thread it through the ring at the top of the hook and I place a padlock on it, keeping it open, at least for the time being.

Finally, it is time for the final step, so I push first my left hand into the belt around my left leg.

I grunt, struggling to place the belt up my arm, near my armpit. And then I grunt again to make the same adjustment with my right arm.

As I get satisfied with the final position, I begin to close up the whole trap.

I reach for the chain behind my back, and pass it first on the d-ring of my left wrist cuff and then I thread through the right one. Finally, I close the loop using the padlock. Click.

That’s it.

I really love the silence after the final lock is closed. It is like the end of a journey, the exact moment where the real adventure starts.

After a minute, I begin to test my restraints, and the strictness I’ve put myself into is starting to get to me.

The first thing that I note is that, instead of leaving my feet free, as the girl in the video, I’ve chosen to chain them to the hook. So as I push a foot away from my body, the other is getting pulled back, all the while tugging at the steel in my ass. Every link of the chain that passes through the ring, causes a little tug to the ball lodged in my anus.

Definitely interesting, for the short term.

And even if I did not impulsively decide to put a blind over my eyes, I had also connected the top of my head harness to the anal hook so tight that it is impossible for me to turn my head down.

What an idiot!

If I have some sense in me, I should rush towards the keys, instead, crazed by my own helplessness, I decide to move slowly in the direction of the wand.

Or, at least, in the direction I think the wand is.

The strictness of the position and the blindness are not helping at all. And I am startled when my shoulder gets in contact with the wall.

I finally have a fixed point, and I literally shuffle my feet along that until I touch something.

The position of my arms is forcing me to keep the hands with the palms outward so, to activate the wand I have to literally sit on it. As I put my weight on the anal hook, I gulp in anguish behind the gag.

But as soon as I crank the wand to the max, all pain is forgotten and I discover myself lost in a bliss of lust and animal instinct.

My own body, in the throng of the excitement, is fighting against the restraints, but nothing is budging and nothing is giving.

I am stuck, and instead of baking myself to kingdom come on that vibrator, I should lift my ass and discover my way to those damned keys. Instead, I stand there frying my brain, silently shouting my orgasm into the gag.

When I come down, I lose the equilibrium I had found on the wand and begin rolling on my side.

When I stop, I am short of breath, on my back, flailing my legs like a turned up turtle.

I try to shout, but being in the basement and gagged is not helpful.

Then I try to move myself, but the belt tight on the back is making my attempt to roll back less effective. Then I lean on one leg and slowly use the other to tilt my center and in what seems like a long time, I first regain a kneeling position, and finally I return back on my feet. All the while, the weights on my tits are pulling at my nipples in many different directions.

I am still breathing hard from the struggle and really trying to regain some kind of control over myself when it happens. Shit happens.

It is loud as a bang and at first I am simply too scared and shocked to identify it. First instinct is to stand up and run, neither of the tasks I can do.

I feel a little stream of my own piss wetting my feet, so scary it is.

Then I finally figure out what has happened. That loud bang and the muffled sounds from the street above and outside can only mean one thing. The door to the playroom had been closed shut.

Leaving the keys outside.

As soon as this realization hits me, I begin to trash my restraints. And trying to free my hands, I continue to pull the hook up my ass.

The belts are blocking my arms and I can not discover any slack there. And finally, spreading my legs is easing the pressure on the hook. And all the heavy breathing is making the weight on my nipples bounce as hell.

The gag mutes my yells and I cannot see anything since the blindfolds are still firmly pressed against my eyes.

Spent, I again lean on my side, really hoping that Sean will get back early from his damn company dinner.

Even despairing, my sexual craze is working overdrive.

What if it was a test I had to endure to get a prize and there were other girls restrained as I was and the last one reaching the keys would win? Or the first one?

What if burglars had entered the house and during their searches they found me trussed like this and decided to have fun?

I can feel their hands on my back as they started furiously to pump their cocks into my wanting vagina.

I can feel fluids seeping on my legs, while the weights on my tits are joyfully bouncing along my labored breathing.

And I come. I gloriously come, uncertain if and when I will get free from my own entrapment, with a metal hook up my ass, chained and strapped like a crab on the floor of my own basement.

I collapse to the floor, trying to get as much air as it is efficient, directly through the gag. The blindfold is doing a great job in cutting out my view, and I have no more a clear idea of the time passed from when the last lock was shut.

And this dreadful uncertainty is fuel to my fire.

It is definitely not the ideal situation to push through a panic attack, and also the restraints are actively fighting against every movement of my own body.

With tremendous strength of will, I force myself to think about my future.

Sean will for sure return, and the worst it can happen would be that I will be forced to stay like this for a couple of hours.

Then I think that I had put myself in this situation and this made me try, by instinct, pulling at my chains.

These efforts are also affecting the weights on my tits, and the sheer helplessness that I am experiencing, fuels again a throng of pleasure in me.

And the fact that I had myself put a blindfold over my eyes, is giving fire to my imagination. I can swear that my captors are in the room, observing my glistening pussy and my growing orgasm.

As I come again, my body jerks forward putting more strain to the belt connecting the hook to my harness, and thus pushing my head even further back. It is a mixture of pain and pleasure that forces a muffled cry from my gagged mouth.

Needless to say, this whole meltdown leaves me breathless, totally spent.

I think I kind of dozed off, from sheer exhaustion and sensorial overload.

I wake suddenly up, as I feel hands on my back. At first I think it is a hallucination, my body feeling something it needs, but then I feel a couple of hands grabbing me by my sides.

I immediately try to struggle but my restraints and the prolonged position are such a tax on my body that I can not oppose any resistance.

And finally I sense the point of a dick on my labia, pressing to enter.

Unable to scoot away, I just try to cry for help with all the breath I am able to muster, but the final result is again muffled by the gag.

The intruder starts to penetrate my pussy, that, at this point, is soaking wet from my dreams and desires.

Like a hot knife through the butter. And then my assailant begins to pump, furiously, in a crescendo of lust.

I hear him grunting and moaning, and I feel my trapped arms jerking on my cuffs in the spasms of the enormous orgasm that is flowing in me.

We come together, I feel his dick twitching in me, while shooting its load.

His hands let go of my body and I collapse down on my face, unable to move.

“You are filthy, bitch. I wonder how many hours you have been stuck.”

Sean’s voice is like a safe haven. My husband is here with me. I have not been raped by a stranger. I have not been brought to pleasure by a stranger.

And I am in trouble, because I have not told Sean what I wanted to do.

First because, had he known, he would have left the dinner way earlier. Second, because he wanted to take benefit of my position.

I am straining my hearing to figure out what sort of punishment he has in mind, but after the few words he had said, there is silence in the room.

Then I feel it. He took a bucket, filled it with water and now he splashes me with it.

It is freezing cold. I try to scream but I can not do anything but take it and try to stop my body from shaking violently.

There is no way to protect me and nowhere to run.

Amidst my screams, muffled by the gag, he empties two more buckets on me, and I am trying frantically to free myself. But chains and locks are not budging.

Then, when I hear his footsteps near me and begin to scream in anticipation, he places a cover over me and starts to massage my body to warm it.

He picks me up, and there I realize how strict was the position I had put myself in, because as he is pulling me from the floor by my back, my feet are left dangling by the chain connected to the hook. First he starts from the belts that are securing my arms to my knees.

As I am unfolding my body, I can feel pain and relief from my joints and back.

Yet it is not as if the situation is over, since the chain meant that I am stuck in a kind of hogtie, with my neck still pushed back.

He takes the weights off my tits, and I bite my gag from the pain of the blood rushing in on me.

“Well, I have to look for the keys. Stay here.”

He places me back on the floor, as I am still trying to say where the damn keys are.

My head is still arched back and what little movement I had gained from the removal of the belts is not easing the discomfort of having a hook stuck up my ass.

My blindfold is still on, even if he could have taken it off, and I have no clue of what he is planning for me.

He comes back and he finally opens the foot chain.

It is a relief, and he then continues by loosening my hands.

“I think that you can take it from here.”

Still blind, I manage to open the buckle of the belt connecting my harness to the hook, and finally I get rid of the gag and the blindfold. Then I hurry to the bathroom upstairs to take the thing out without making a mess.

I clean myself and take a quick shower, then go to the bedroom, where Sean is waiting for me.

“Thank you, I was worried I had to stay like this all night.”

“You are welcome, I looked at you for almost a hour before deciding to fuck you.”