Caught In Self Bondage At An Airbnb - A Great Feet Foot Fetish Story Publication

Caught In Self Bondage At An Airbnb
Published early on our Previews page on Wednesday, March 7, 2018.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Thursday, March 8, 2018.

This story was submitted anonymously.

I'm a middle aged woman who sells medical supplies all over the country, and the last few years my company has booked me for extended stays in Airbnb lodgings. They almost always book me in a guest house, which means that I pretty much have a place all to myself. The last place was no different.

One of the reasons I like staying at an Airbnb is because I can do the kind of things I do at home such as cook my own meals, and do laundry. That "at home" feeling usually makes my stay much more relaxing.

As you can see from the title of my story, I'm a self bondage aficionado, and I have been for years. The photo you see here to help illustrate my story is what prompted me to send my story to Great Feet for publication. I had noticed the photo in the story, "A Motorcycle Ride's Happy Ending."

Coincidentally, I like to tie myself down sideways on the bed like the photo shows because it makes me feel more vulnerable. At home in my own house when I'm there by myself, I like to leave my bedroom door slightly ajar so that the risk of getting caught by one of my two roommates is a possibility. It's always a thrill to hear one of them come home while I wonder if I'll be able to free myself before I'm discovered.

In another coincidence, the laundry basket in the photo reminds me of why I got caught in self bondage at this particularl Airbnb. I should point out that the woman who owns the place my company was renting out for 2 months seemed to be more than just friendly. She seemed downright flirtatious. Not only was it flattering to be complimented by her, but it was also arousing since I happen to be very bi curious. But other than a little kissing, and some massaging while drunk, I had never gotten sexual with another woman before.

Our attraction was instant, and quite palpable. I had never engaged in anything more than friendliness with the owners of the places I stayed at, but I sure wanted to give it a try with this woman who was close to my own age. But I didn't have the nerve, and she really didn't do anything more than flirt.

Of course, I could always engage in a self bondage adventure, which is exactly what I decided to do one evening when I was doing some laundry.

For those of you who don't know, self bondage is relatively easy to engage in after some practice, and I had a lot of practice. I'm guessing the woman in the photo was tied down by somebody else, especially since a photo was taken of her in bondage. But the way she's tied could have been self bondage. If you look closely at how her ankles are tied, you'll be able to see that she could have used self-tying restraints.

With a piece of soft rope at a tested length to make sure her legs would be as far apart as possible, it would have been easy to slip the open end over a bed post, and then place her foot in throght the self-tying loop. The 1st foot is obviously the easiest, but the 2nd foot is also pretty easy to self-tie the same way.

Of course, before restraining her own ankles, she would have prepared tested lengths of rope for each of her wrists, and secured each piece of rope to their respective corners. The self-tying looped ends would be laid out within reach of each one of her hands.

I would have restrained myself that way, and as you can see, my ankles couldn't have been freed by myself without the use of both of my hands no matter how loose they might have been self-tied. Being right handed, I usually like to have my right wrist loosely restrained so that with a little effort I can slip my hand out to free myself. As for my left wrist, I usually tug at my self-restraint more forcibly so that I'm not able to free it without my right hand being free.

On the evening I decided to thrill myself with the possibility of being discovered completely naked in self bondage, I purposely did this near the end of a dryer cycle so that she might end up bringing my dried clothes over to the guest house. What I most remember is that she told me not to worry about getting my clothes out of the dryer before she was ready to dry her own clothes.

After all, as she told me rather cheerily, she said she would just bring them over to me if I had gotten "tied up" with other stuff. She even told me she'd put them on top of my bed for me if I didn't mind the intrusion.

Little did she know how prophetic she was being.

I remember playfully asking her, "So how would you react if you were to find me tied up?"

"That would be a first," she had laughed, "but I think I could handle it."

I laughed in return, and said, "Good to know."

Of course, I had every intention of freeing myself before she could discover me bound and naked. I just wanted to enjoy the sound of her coming in through the French doors of the guest house before I freed myself. Then again, there was a part of me that really wanted to be caught in self bondage, which is why I posted a handwritten note on the outside of the French doors.

"If you're reading this," it started, "it must mean I'm all tied up. You know where the bedroom is." I added a smilie face.

Whatever my real intentions were, and perhaps they were subconscious, I engaged in a self bondage session just as I described doing it. I was face down completely naked, my ankles and left wrist were helplessly tied, and my right wrist felt loose enough to free myself as needed. I had taken an extra long bath, and I had popped a 420 chocolate into my mouth, the combination of which made me extra horny.

I hadn't entirely expected her to bring my dried clothes over to the guest house, but when she did, and I heard one of the French doors open, my heart began racing a mile a minute. I wondered if she'd walk into the bedroom, but I mostly wondered with a sudden, and genuine embarassment how she had reacted to reading what I should have realized before was a highly inapporopriate note.

In a split moment I panicked, and in my panic I inadvertently pulled my right wrist much too quickly, and hard. I was tied and helpless for real.

"Oh my!" She exclaimed with glee. "I can't believe you did this to yourself."

"I am SO embarassed," I tried to explain. "I swear. I never meant to have you find me like this."

"You didn't?" She asked in disbelief.

I don't remember the rest of the conversation exactly, but it was basically me confessing to her my self bondage adventures, and explaining that this was actually the first time I had ever been caught.

"I would ask how you feel about it," she said rather smugly as she slipped her fingers into my already dripping pussy, "but I can clearly see that you like being caught in bondage. You're going to have to do this more often because I like it, too."

As I learned that evening in ways that I had never gotten off before, she's a lesbian who loves to dominate women. With my full consent, albeit we both learned that struggling to resist her made her dominance over me even more intensely pleasurable, she took full advantage of my self bondage. She went further with it, too, by using professional bondage gear to restrain me tightly and well. I was immobilized, and loving every moment of what she did to me.

She spanked me for having been naughty enough to have engaged in self bondage, and she fucked me with a strap-on after inducing a series of multiple forced orgasms from my naked and bound body.

During my month long stay I was happily hers to do with as she wished; always in bondage, and often with friends of hers who added themselves to the mix to sexually dominate me. I've heard of powerful women in business who are submssive in the bedroom. As I arouse myself thinking about it, I am very happily one of those women.

Being that this is a foot fetish site, I should point out that my hostess happens to have a fetish for female feet, and she loves my feet since I take such great care of them. Along with her fetish for bondage, she also has a fetish for tickling. I used to think I wasn't that ticklish. It turns out that I am.

This story was submitted anonymously.

To read this author's next story, go to "More Self Bondage At Another Airbnb".

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