Ruth-Anne's Miscalculation

She studied her middle-aged face in the mirror and sighed. At 43, she was, in the terms of an earlier age, a spinster. She was certainly not deformed, but her face was a little long and she was thin and small busted, it had it's advantages, she looked like she was in her 30's and if worked hard at it, at a distance she could look like she was 13, however, closer inspection would reveal the fraud Her hair was muddy red, that could be improved with coloring, but soon it faded to its muddiness again. Her bra size was 28A and her measurements were 28-23-29. She had heard her acquaintances note that she was a sweet person.

As for sex, Ruth-Anne Klauss was a virgin, she had always assumed that she would reward her husband on their wedding night with the opportunity to deflower her and so kept any kind of petting to a minimum. Sometimes, she wondered if maybe if she had only been willing to go a little farther than chaste play with the boys she dated that perhaps she would be as domestic as her friends were now with talk of teenagers and the like. The truth is that she had drifted away from her high school chums and had long since stopped attending alumni functions for either high school or college.

Ruth-Anne (she abhorred nicknames and could not abide Ruthie) had started working at a department store while she attended college and stayed with them right through her MBA at age 24, she continued with the same store and weathered several mergers and buyouts until she rose to the level of Senior Vice President of Purchasing at age 34. In a mere 10 years, she was in the second tier of management. Her resume may suggest that she was a powerful woman and at work she was and her position and demeanor tended to intimidate eligible men. The bottom line was that she poured herself into her job and prospered, but hated coming home. Ruth-Anne like most women her age had grown up in a society where everything she saw for the joy of womanhood was aimed at becoming a wife and a mother, but the 80's and 90's changed that and the confusion of identity added to her disadvantage. Ruth-Anne was not a beauty, she was an enigma, on the one hand, she was the powerful business woman, outwardly, but that was at war with her internal core belief that she should be in the middle of a suburban class dream.

The result was spinsterhood, the loneliness really did not start to impact her until at age 36. The company was in the middle of another merger. However, this time her position was axed. She got an extremely lucrative buyout of her contract as a member of senior management, so financially she was set. The problem was, there was really no place for her to go for another job. She had become fairly one dimensional and had not taken the typical path that broadened her experience, she was happy to stay in purchasing and even mistakenly believed that she had become indispensable. So, while she was more than comfortable financially, she was without her position and the long hours she worked. That meant that she was alone and without much of a purpose. She took three cruises and a holiday in Paris and that took up one year. Secretly, she hoped to find someone on these outings, but other than come ons from some undesirable men and some missteps with several desirable candidates, she was back where she started. On a business level she was adroit, on a personal level she was clumsy.

With no professional prospects on the horizon and little more stomach for the singles scene, Ruth-Anne retreated to her home. For the next two years, she had made 6 forays into new jobs, that just did not work out and she was far too overqualified and expensive for most purchasing positions out there. So, gradually, she accepted her forced retirement. She kept fit, but did put on some fat, interestingly enough, the extra weight went to her breasts and hips she moved to a 29B bra and her new measurements were 29-23-30. Ruth-Anne did not note this as that was not something on which she kept tabs.

About three years ago, Ruth-Anne had discovered something on the internet that she would never had guessed would hold her interest, BDSM, It was a mild journey to begin with, she had joined a chatroom with a name Service with a Smile, it was a female only room. Ruth-Anne was surprised at the topics, servitude, submitting to training and discipline. Learning to provide sex with the minimum of pleasure. It was a straight female submissive group. Ruth-Anne joined in gradually, taking the role as devil's advocate. She was polite and articulate and became popular in the room precipitating several lively discussions. She formed friendships in the room and spent fully two hours every evening chatting in the room with the "ladies" (she suspected that a few were actually men.) After about seven months of chatting in the room, one of the girls inadvertently wrote: "Check me out on my website: www.wenchonherknees.net. Use Overlord1218 as your username and obeyme as your password." Subby10001 quickly wrote: "Oops, that was supposed to go in another room sorry, lol, but you guys are welcome to look too. Just use Overlord1219 and obeyme, if that doesn't work just keep adding 1 to the user name until it lets you in." Intrigued, Ruth-Anne went to the website to log in, she was not first there though, she finally clicked in with Overlord1231. Subby10001 had password protected the site because she had several nude shots, otherwise, the site was fairly innocuous, as Ruth-Anne would discover soon. Mostly, she was in lingerie and posing. It was really kind of cute.

Subby10001's site was a sponsored site and had several banners and a link to a "self-bondage" site. This intrigued Ruth-Anne as the site discussed many ideas and methods on how someone could restrain themselves and eventually be released.. For the next two weeks, she studied that site and several others dealing with self-bondage. One site presented her with some drawn illustrations on how to put herself into a simple hogtie. Ruth-Anne quickly went and got the required materials. She cut the rope she purchased into the lengths it indicated. She took her "release knife" to the end of the main hallway to the bedrooms. Then, just to add her own little touch, she wrapped the blade in masking tape. She reasoned this accomplished two things, first it made the bondage a little more difficult and longer, but it still assured release and the tape would protect her hands as she searched for the knife to cut herself free. She took the prepared knife and a pile of old jeans and placed it in the pocket of one of the 6 pair of worn out jeans she had purchased from a thrift store. Next, she mixed them up so she was unsure as to which of the jeans held the knife. She proceeded then to tie the legs of the pants to each other and through the waist and out of the leg of the pants, until she had created a massive Gordian type of knot. Ruth-Anne tossed it at the end of the 40 foot hallway, it was the longest in the house.

Ruth-Anne drew a breath and shuddered, she was excited. To calm herself, she drew a bath and soaked. After she dried off, she went to her wardrobe and selected a smart grey business suit with a skirt, of course. Even though the illustration was of a girl clad only in high heels, she had a different vision of her bondage. Her Fantasy was more of an abduction. So, she tied herself fully clothed in the business suit replete with black pantyhose and heels. She did, however, allow herself to select a provocative turquoise bra and panty set she had purchased from a lingerie boutique. She put on the bra, panties, pantyhose and black 3 ½ " heels. She then went to her vanity and carefully did her make up. She checked herself in the mirror and nodded at herself. She pulled on her skirt and carefully fastened it in the back and then zipped it up. She selected a somewhat sheer white blouse, the bra was clearly discernable under it, buttoned up the front and tied it with a bow at the collar, then she put on the gray jacket matching the skirt. She smiled and thought that she made a pleasing victim.

She went though the house and carefully closed all the blinds and locked the doors and then made a second round to double check herself. When she had assured herself as to her privacy and security, she went to the living room. The spot she chose was about another 25 feet from her release, so she would have to travel 65 feet to start to find the knife that would release her. When she finally did find it, she would have to remove the tape from the blade to cut herself free. She was pleased with the plan, it was certainly not going to be a quick scene, but she was confident that she was going to be able to escape.

She sat on the floor and began to tie her ankles, taking care to follow the directions that she had downloaded. She chose 4 coils and snugly put the 4 coils around her ankles. Then she tied a slip knot noose in one of the ends of the excess rope, which she then wrapped it twice between her legs, cinching the bonds tight. There was about another 5 inches left over, she left the noose hanging down and then she used the other loose end to cinch the ankles a little tighter. She applied a simple gag, a scarf the she tied tightly in a cleave style, when she tried to speak she was surprised at how effectively it made her unintelligible. She had measured carefully the amount of rope for her wrist coils, she slid the coils through the noose on the rope tied to her ankles.

She rolled carefully to on her side and worked her wrists into the coils with the noose between her wrists, the instructions indicated to twist the coils once to make a figure eight. However, Ruth-Anne wanted to make sure, so she twisted it once more. That move, she would regret later. She drew her wrists slowly out and felt the coils cinched down on them. She rolled on to her stomach and pulled against the slipknot. As they cinched up she noticed that the rope was very tight and was cutting off circulation. She realized that the second twist was the culprit. She decided she had better get going a little faster or there may be a problem using her hands to free herself.

Traveling on her stomach was a real education. Ruth-Anne wiggled and squirmed, slowly moving towards the hall. Her movement was slow and she was getting very tired, she had to stop twice before she even reached the hall. The trip was hell on her pantyhose too, it was run and starting to tatter. In addition, most of the buttons of the blouse were ripped off and her brightly colored bra peeked out into the open from the blouse, that was now being pushed back on her shoulders. By the time she reached the hallway, she was tired and stopped to rest. In the full length mirror in the hallway, she could see that she looked the part of a kidnaped damsel in distress. Now, she regretted not figuring a way to take pictures. Suddenly, her painful wrists reminded her that she was supposed to be hurrying her movement, so as to make good her escape and she was only roughly 1/3 of the way there, she better get started.

She moaned and cried out from the pain. She now sported a decent rug burn just below her tits, she was soaked in sweat and her eyes stung from the sweat dripping from her scalp into her eyes. Even though she was not truly in physical danger, she felt like she had been beaten.

After 2 hours, she finally arrived at the rats nest that held the knife she needed. She had to move herself to put herself in position to start working at the jeans. In doing so, she managed to slide her skirt up into a bunch and her matching bra and panty were now exhibited openly. The tips of her fingers had slowly started turning bluish and felt cold, lending to the difficulty of untying the jeans from each other, it seemed torturously slow to her.

Ruth-Anne was very grateful that she found the knife in the pocket of the fourth pair of jeans. The next trick was to either tear off or unwrap the tape from the blade of the knife. Tearing it off was not likely to happen, as she discovered, she had next to no leverage. That only left to her was the option of unwrapping it. Her hands already felt painful and she was quickly losing feeling in her fingers. Finally, she had the blade clear of the tape and she cut the rope holding her ankles to her wrists, the release of pressure helped. Next, she slipped blade inside her wrist coils and managed to nick herself in the process. Ruth-Anne had to be patient, it took a sawing motion to cut through the rope.

Hands freed, she quickly removed the other rope cuff and winced at the new pain as blood invaded her digits again. She cut away the rest of the rope and sat back against the wall. She was drenched in sweat from head to foot. She felt stiff from the exertion and guessed that she would pay a price in the next couple of days. But all in all, it had been a success.

"Next time..." she thought to herself, in spite of the problems she experienced, she was already imagining her next session. From that point, she was always engaged in self-bondage type thoughts, it was like a secret lover would come to her and sweep her off her feet. She would feel herself lubricate as she acted her fantasies out.

Early on, she wanted to try several ideas of self-bondage and self humiliation. There were few repeats of the miscalculations from her first attempt at bondage. She was very astute and taught herself about knots and then about releases. Ruth-Anne's creativity started to present new ways to bind herself for specific amounts of time. She looked at each event as a new opportunity to test certain of her boundaries.

To start, Ruth-Anne worked only with ropes She tied herself in different kinds of hogties first. Then she discovered standing ties. With that innovation, she found new items and materials, such as spreader bars, handcuffs and the like. Her performance was magnificent, but all of it happened in front of a mirror, alone, in her attic. Ruth-Anne thought it seemed quixotic, most dungeons were in the basement, hers was in the attic

Ruth-Anne began trying new scenarios. To this point, she was always was fully dressed, but gradually, her fantasies turned more exotic. In one session, she managed to created a timed weight drop that pulled her panties down her legs. For good measure, her skirt was pulled up to expose her cunt.

Ruth-Anne discovered the interesting combination of candles and twine or cord as a release. She found that a candle when lit, would burn for a consistent length of time. She used the candle to burn the twine that held the release item, a knife or a key. By altering things slightly with several pulleys, she could use a 10 lb weight attached to several ropes as the means to manipulate things while she was bound. Those ropes, with the weights could be in turn were fed through one or two pulleys and attached to the crotch of her panties and two attached to the hem of a skirt.

She readied her standing bondage so she could quickly bind herself to make the plan work. She had left the skirt by the bondage items and she would slip into it after she had set the candles. Then, she set the weight so that it hung about 8 feet in the air, It was supported by twine that was tied to a rafter. The weight was set to drop 4 feet before it took the slack in her clothing ropes. She lit the shorter candle next to the twine holding the 10 lb. weight. When she was sure it was lit she placed another longer candle next to her pocket knife release. She hurried over to the binding area, first she tied the rope for the crotch of her panties and then slipped into the already prepared skirt. She fixed herself into her bondage and tugged at it to cinch up. Now, she had to wait.

Ruth-Anne purposely allowed a longer amount of time before either of the candles would engage the twine. She wanted plenty of time to catch her breath and allow herself to drift into a semblance of quiet. One of the benefits of the twine release is there is no mechanical sounds. The twine burns silently. The first you realize the trigger is sprung is when the release is swinging near your hand. She would also see it in the mirror.

She hoped that the weight would expose her by pulling down her panties far enough to show her pussy, then, raising the skirt enough to show her crotch clearly. She admired her image in the mirror, she had purposely made herself up like a schoolgirl. There was no gag this time. All she could hear was the distant noises from outside her house. The only warning she got was a sudden whirring and then her panties snapped down and her skirt snapped up in unison. It was quick and seemed almost violent. One second she was dressed, the next she was standing there with her womanhood very effectively exhibited. The panties had been yanked down to her ankles and the skirt almost covered her face. It was a total success. It was at this point, she cursed herself for not having the foresight of having a camera record the triumph, she wanted to appreciate it as an observer as well.

However, there was an additional bonus. Ruth-Anne felt moist and warm in her pussy. She had given herself 30 minutes before the second twine burned through and she released herself. It was then that she actually became aware of the wetness on the inside of her thighs. She recognized it as her vaginal fluids, the session had almost gotten her off.

Ruth-Anne was determined to go the last session one better and immediately started to think what would be more dramatic. Though this time, she promised herself that she would capture it on film. She studied the problem and had an idea, she would design a trigger that would literally rip all her clothes off!

It took her almost 3 weeks to plan the session. First, she made some rare internet purchases and had them shipped to her home. Then, she had to make several trips to different hardware stores to get the pulleys and hardware to actually get the action she was trying to achieve.

Next, she went to a thrift store some distance away and purchased, a long skirt, a frilly blouse, and a pullover knitted vest. Ruth-Anne weakened the seams on the clothing and sewed some discreet attach points on the clothing. Next she went to a WalMart and purchased an inexpensive bra and panty set, as well as cheap white slip. As Ruth-Anne was out that time, she stopped by a lingerie boutique and bought a garter belt and stockings. While she was there, she saw a pair of high heels and on a whim bought them. They were 5" high heels and the highest she had worn in her life was 3 ½ inch heels. She realized that she would have to practice in them or possibly injure herself in a fall. As with the other clothing she modified, she weakened the seams on the bra and the panties and sewed some attach points to them too. Now she was forced to impatiently wait.

Ten days later her order from the internet arrived, in the box were several leather cuffs with D rings. She had ordered duplicate sets for her wrists and her ankles. Until now, Ruth-Anne had exclusively been using ropes for her bondage. She now was going to try leather restraints to speed up the time she could start the "clock' so to speak and be restrained. The longer she was fettered, the happier she was going to be. In addition, she had two home video cameras set up on tripods, this time she was going to be the victim and watch too.

She next practiced the new escape method: keys to padlocks. Ruth-Anne wanted to make sure first she could unlock the hasp in almost any position and also not being able to directly see the lock, as well. She wanted to make sure that she would not be able to release herself prior to the release key becoming available. However, she had a problem, if she used the quick connect attachments, the bondage was loose. She would only need to manipulate her hands slightly to free herself. To counter this, she determined that by fastening the wrist cuffs with the D ring to the back with padlocks, then the quick release connection would not be close enough to release, but this only worked when she was stretched in her standing spread eagle bondage. Otherwise, the wrist cuffs could be easily defeated. It was how to get that extra two inches to take the slack out of her wrist restraints and leave only the padlocks as the way to escape that posed the problem. Ruth-Anne solved this by using a very simple combination of a spring pin used in tents and a metal tube sleeve. Her arm ropes met at a central point above her head. By tying the knot at the proper point she cinched her bondage by pulling on a string attached to the tube that acted as the sleeve Once she pulled it enough, the spring loaded pins sprang and the pins held the sleeve in place, forcing Ruth-Anne to wait for her release key to fall. She practiced and tested things for another week.

Ruth-Anne felt she was close to ready and started to "tie up" some loose ends. Her maid was due the day after the day she planned to do this, so the longest she would be stuck was 18 hours, she left a note asking her maid to check the attic. She was certain it would not be needed, but it was her back up.

She studied the six 10 lb weights and their corresponding rope, each rope would be attached to one of the items of clothes she had prepared for this. She prepared the candle for the weights in a unique way, she left some varied space between each of the twine triggers so that it would be difficult to guess when the next trigger would burn.. She engineered it so it ripped the clothes off from the outside in and the candle for her release key should trigger in 45 minutes to an hour after she had been stripped of her underwear.

She went downstairs and pissed and got a drink. She bathed and dressed in the lingerie only and then retrieved the one extravagance in her order from the internet. It was an O ring gag. She had tried it on before and was surprised that it did not stretch her jaws as much as she had thought it would.

She checked her watch, it was 20 minutes before 3:00 and time to start, so, Ruth-Anne fastened the gag into place, removed her watch and fastened her wrist and ankle cuffs on where she needed them, then went to the attic.

She wore only the panties, the bra, her garter belt, stockings and high heels when she climbed the steps up into the attic, as well, of course, as the cuffs on her wrists and ankles.

For the first time, she took down the mirror, in its place were the two mounted camcorders, one in front and one at her back, both well clear of the mechanisms. Next, she climbed a stepladder and lit the first candle, then she climbed down and pushed the step ladder over to where the second candle was perched and lit it. Now the race was on to complete her binding.

Quickly, Ruth-Anne climbed down the stepladder and stowed it and moved as quickly as her 5" heels allowed her. She then attached the correct ropes to her panties and bra, they hung slack waiting to do their deed. She pulled on the slip and attached the rope for that item, then Ruth-Anne pulled on her skirt and fastened it place, she then attached its rope to the skirt. Now, she was able to fasten her ankles into place, she chose to put herself into a classic spreadeagle pose with all her limbs at approximately 45 degree angles and the position of the quick connects held her wrists and legs at that angle.

Ruth-Anne smiled at the work done so far, but did not pause, she wanted the maximum time bound. So, she placed on the blouse and buttoned it. It made a nice Victorian type of outfit, she had searched for a waistcoat to complete the look, but there was nothing at the thrift store that did it, the closest was the reddish-brown knitted pullover vest. Ruth-Anne attached the rope for her blouse and pulled the vest on and when she was satisfied that everything was in place, she attached the last rope to the vest.

Now Ruth-Anne set to work on her wrists, The padlocks, when locked in place to the quick connects slid into a position that allowed her to put her fingers on the keyhole, even when she was stretched. However, as it stood now, she could also reach the quick connect. Ruth-Anne made a quick inspection and did not see anything out of order to this point, so she placed a twine in her hand and she grasped it. It was the twine trigger that would start the camcorders. Next, she held a second twine trigger in her hand and wrapped around her ring finger. Then, she reached up to begin the intricate task of fastening her wrist to the last point of bondage and locking it in place.

Once the padlock snapped into place, she checked what she could and felt sure it was going as planned. She carefully undid the twine from her ring finger and started to tug at it, as she did, the tube started to slide down taking the slack out of her wrist bondage until the quick connects were out of reach and she felt some tension in her position, at that point she heard a snap and she tested to see if the tube would move up, it didn't.

Finally, Ruth-Anne had crossed the point of no return, she would be in the spreadeagle position until the release keys dropped. Now, she tugged at the remaining twine and heard a click and the soft sounds of the camcorders running. At this point all she could do was wait, she hoped that the image she provided was enticing. Ruth-Anne was hot by anyone's measure, stretched out this way, she was the picture of a damsel in distress. In this case, though, there would be no hero who would come along to rescue her modesty. It was at this point, that she started to dribble from her mouth, that only added to the helpless look.

That was her plight now, and even though it was self-inflicted, it was efficient, she tried to find a flaw in her bondage, but it seemed very tight and secure. She did not struggle very long before she decided she was stuck.

Ruth-Anne had settled into a certain acceptance when the first trigger went, and the vest was pulled from her body. As it snapped away, it pulled her bosom momentarily with it and made her breasts bounce, adding a nice touch Just moments later, the skirt was ripped off, she was surprised as the skirt was ripped off and up, the stitching on the lower half of the skirt didn't separate until it reached her armpits. Fortunately, the blouse protected her skin from abrasion, but she felt it and it was more painful than she was used to feeling.

Next, the blouse went, this she had arranged a little different, it actually happened in two steps. She had arranged the rope down her front, inside the blouse. So, first, the buttons exploded off the top and then it was snapped off, leaving her with only her bra covering above her waistline. This action actually left a sore rash. Ruth-Anne was surprised that, while uncomfortable, the pain seemed quite tolerable.

The slip was taken next with little incident. It did snap at her butt, in a tantalizing preview of what was to come, but not hard enough to register any pain at all. Now, she was a sight, quite fetching and very alluring, but of course, the bondage had not yet run its course.

The bra and her panties happened as close to simultaneous as possible. He felt her bra pull up dragging the globes up with the cups and the starched lace of the upper cup scraped painfully across her nipples. As soon as that discomfort had registered, the panties triggered, the side bands stretched before giving way and the smooth material snapped back and away and sent a single whipping stroke to her vagina. The pain was quick and intense.

Ruth-Anne's chest rose and fell in a staccato pattern as the final trigger of her clothes went, it took a good 15 minutes for her heart rate to slow and her breathing to return to normal. She was light headed and pool of her sex juices lay puddled underneath her. And yet as powerful as the rush was, she did not orgasm, however, the nascent woman didn't realize that, having never experienced one, Ruth-Anne thought she had felt a climax..

Now, Ruth-Anne was hooked, the adrenaline rush and the feeling in her groin made this the most satisfying afterglow and she hung for the next half hour totally spent. The key fell on schedule and she with some effort freed herself and climbed down out of the attic. She gingerly walked to the table by the kitchen door, tore up and tossed the note to the maid in the trash.

Ruth-Anne had enjoyed all her bondage adventures, even the first one she partially botched, but, this time, even an hour after the fact she was on a high. She drifted in a exciting haze well into the night. She finally had to force herself to go make sure all the candles were out and the attic was closed up. She collapsed in bed and slept deeply. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt enveloped in a warm sensual cloud. She drifted into the haze of sexual dreams, groaning in pleasure at the hands of an unseen tormentor. Ruth-Anne was going to have to do more, she was hooked.