ReluctantlyTied

Imagine CM gave you exactly five words when first introducing yourself to another user. That is your only opportunity to make an impression. Additional messages are blocked unless you get a reply. How do you describe yourself? Can you make it sound unique against everyone else's five words?

The kinky version of mastermind:

I am fitted with a chastity device, and secured with a four-digit combination lock. I get to set each wheel and make an attempt to open the lock. If I succeed, I am free from chastity. If I fail, you give me hints. A slap to the face means I had a number correct, bit in the wrong position. A smack on the ass means number and position were correct. If I can deduce the combination in ten attempts, I win. Otherwise I'm blindfolded while you scramble the code, and I can try to earn another game tomorrow.

Losing the key was just a practical joke for April Fool's Day, right? You still know where it is? You had me going for a while, but the day is almost over and you can show me where it's hidden...

Please?

I was asked to write a story. I'm not a great writer, but I am happy enough with the results to share.

Like many interesting stories, this one starts with alcohol. Not enough to incapacitate me in any way, but enough to lower my inhibitions slightly. Enough to propose a friendly wager over the basketball game with a girl from the office that I've been trying to find reasons to spend time with. Enough to accept her offer to increase the stakes despite my point disadvantage going into the final quarter. That is the drink that I finished, for courage, before making good on my bet by streaking the neighborhood.

It was dark by the time the game finished, and the neighborhood quiet. I didn't really expect to be seen in my short run around the circle, but stripping in front of an attractive acquaintance can still be intimidating for someone as shy as me. The drink helped, as did her sexy smile. With any luck her own clothes would be off by the time I returned.

Unfortunately, her clothes were still on when I circled back. Worse, so was the porch light. Apparently she wasn't going to let me hide in the dark for my grand finale. After a quick glance at the neighbors houses, I dashed up the steps, turned the handle and pushed the door open. It opened barely an inch before catching on the chain. She had locked me out! And by the smirk on her face she found this very amusing.

"Very funny, let me back in. I paid my wager."

"You did. Such a good boy."

"So... are you going to unlock the door?" I looked at my surroundings again, but my night vision was gone with the bright porch light. At any moment, I was sure, a neighbor would glance out their window. I'd be lucky if they didn't call the authorities. I shuddered in the cool night air.

"Maybe. I need pictures first." She might have actually giggled when she said that. I pressed against the side of the house trying to look inconspicuous, until she returned, holding my phone! I'm sure the first two pictures show just how close to panic I was. If only I knew what was next.

Looking down, she frowned. "I thought it would be harder. Aren't you excited about being naked for me?"

"Let me in, and we can have fun making it hard for you."

"No," she said, her smirk returning. "Make it stiff now."

I was surprised, and a bit angry by this point. I'd honored the deal, and she was taking this too far. "I'm not going to do that out here. Open the door."

She looked disappointed. "Well, ok, I thought we were having fun. I guess I'll see you at work Monday." The door closed. I expected it to open after she undid the latch, but it didn't. I knocked urgently.

"I need my clothes back."

"I'll bring them to the office. Monday."

I looked around. I had no clothes, no car keys, and not even a phone. It was a 5 mile walk back to my own place and there was no way to make it undetected. I had a mental image of trying to explain this bet at a police station. After 20 seconds, I knocked again.

"I'll make it hard. I'll do it, but then you me in."

The door opened. The chain was still in place. "You'll make what hard?" She was smiling again.

"My cock. I'll be back in a minute." I started towards the shadows for the privacy they afforded.

"Do it here."

I hesitated. "I agreed to make it hard, not to give you a show." The door started closing again. I quickly stepped back into the spotlight.

I'm sure my face was bright red at this point. I was naked on a lighted porch, with my hand on my dick, rubbing frantically while a girl that I apparently didn't know well leered at me. The phone came back out. I should have expected there would be more pictures. I slowed when the flash didn't turn off. She was recording video, not still photo. I almost protested, but my situation hadn't changed. I still needed to get inside, and to do that I had to obey. Luckily it was my own phone so I could just delete everything in a few minutes. Finally, biology and sensitive nerves won out over fear and I became fully erect for my coworker and her camera.

"Good boy". I wish I could say that the praise didn't warm me a bit. I can at least say that my second reaction was disgust for myself for letting her manipulate me like that.

"Can I come in yet?"

"Almost. First, you have to make choice." Her smile was malicious. "Option one, I email these pictures and video to everyone at the office. From your own phone."

The red, along with all other color, drained out of my face. The humiliation was almost too much to consider. "Why are you doing this?" I whispered, desperately.

"Option two, you beg me to destroy your clothes, and I do with a pair of scissors. And while you're watching me do that from out on the porch, you are tying your ankles together tightly, and then putting your wrists into handcuffs behind your back. Once you do that, I open the door and invite you to crawl in. So, which will it be?"

I could barely breathe. This wasn't the night I pictured. I had barely hoped for a good night kiss and here I was at the mercy of an attractive yet twisted woman forcing me to make an impossible choice. But I didn't really have any options. So I answered her question, and hesitantly accepted the rope and handcuffs through the small opening in the door.

Surprised that a link to another site got my account flagged. It's apparently against the TOS (as are requests for tribute or wishlists). I guess this isn't enforced consistently, or my story recommendation was particularly egregious. :)

When I travel I feel more vulnerable than when I am home. A handful of items (plane tickets, picture ID or passport, credit cards) become super important and possession of these would be an easy way to manipulate me. I voluntarily give up control of my clothing to the airline and TSA until I can reclaim it at my destination. I trust the hotel to issue only a single key to my room or contact me if someone asks for another. So many opportunities for a dominant woman to take advantage of the situation and claim an unwilling pet.

And since my friends and family don't expect frequent contact when I'm away, it will be several days before anyone considers I might be in trouble. If you find a way to take control on the plane, you'll have all the time you need.

People who proclaim a dislike of gambling in their profile just haven't played for the right stakes. There are more interesting things to win and lose than money.

Time to dress up in funny clothes and beg for candy. And on a different note, tomorrow is Halloween!

A four digit combination lock has 10,000 combinations. If I can try one per second I should be free in just under 3 hours. I doubt I could sustain anything faster without risk of misaligning the wheels and accidently skipping the correct one. If you have something cruel planned for the 90 minute mark, I have even odds of avoiding my fate.

Now offering complimentary knot auditing services to dominant women. After tying my wrists and ankles together or to some other object I will attempt to free myself and score your ropework. Highest scores, of course, are reserved for the unlikely event that I cannot free myself without your help.

Playful spanking is permitted if you believe I am not properly motivated to escape quickly, but I must insist that there is no tickling, removal of clothing, or any sort of photography. And of course I require that you release me at the completion of the audit. I'm sure I can trust you completely in this regard!

(offer not valid in some [all?] locations)

I enjoy games and am very competitive. I sometimes fantasize about being one of two (or more) slaves forced to compete against the others after which the winner is rewarded (release from chastity) or the loser is punished (sleep in the cage tonight). The game itself can be sexual (first to cum loses) or more traditional (checkers), or a very devious domme might give each a different set of incompatible objectives just to watch us squirm.

I'd love to hear ideas for contests if you have one you would enjoy making me participate in, or (for the female subs out there) one you think you could beat me in when our owner forces us to play.

You pace restlessly. The woman on the library computer is wasting time on Facebook, and the staff is unwilling to kick her off for your research. Finally she stands, and smiles at you while she gathers her things. Your angry glare gets a smug grin in return before she walks out of the library with an air of entitlement.

Taking the vacated seat, you prepare to get to work. Your audible laugh draws the attention of nearby pattrons. That stupid bitch left herself logged in. Time for some quick revenge with an embarrassing post! Except the open chat window is even better. Apparently 'Becca' (according to her profile anyways) has been flirting with a married ex-boyfriend. They appear to be well on their way to a big mistake; maybe you can help. But what to do...

Tell his wife?

See what he's willing to do to keep his secret safe?

Arrange a tryst and suprise him when you show up instead?

One present under the Christmas tree is the key.  When I open it, I get to unlock my handcuffs and go free. The rest of the 'gifts'  contain rope, whips, clamps, cameras, and things I probably couldn't even identify. If I open one of these, it will be used on me as my punishment for the rest of the day. I can open one per day. I can concede at any time, if I'm afraid of what might be in the next box, but you might not give me another chance to go free so I'd probably better push my luck.

What did YOU get me for Christmas?

It is your civic duty to untie me long enough to cast a ballot tomorrow. I promise to write you in.

I left three things behind at the restaurant: a scathing rant about the poor service; a one-penny tip for my inattentive waitress; and... my iPhone. The one containing indiscreet e-mails between me and a hot girl from my gym. You know, the messages I didn't want my girlfriend to see? Incidently, her number is on there too. And, access to my facebook account, with many more friends and family that will hopefully never see a copy of those e-mails.

Though I'm not looking forward to walking back inside to retrieve the phone, it would be best to find it before the waitress. Considering how I embarassed her, I'm sure she wouldn't hesitate to do the same to me.  I guess I'd better hurry!

I was asked a question via message, and then subsequently blocked. I don't think she really wanted an answer, but I will respond anyways (and publicly):

No, I do not see an inherent conflict in claiming to be submissive and still defining limits.  Just as you are not interested in every submissive guy out there, I am not interested in every (or even most) dominant women. When I state I'm unwilling to participate in bisexual behavior, I'm not trying to convince a polyamorous domme to make an exception for me because I'm anything special, I'm giving them fair warning that we are not compatible and that they shouldn't waste their time.

I don't expect to frequently reject commands that violate my limits. I expect to find someone who is likely to share those boundaries and have no interest in crossing them. And for this person, my limits don't matter and my obedience can be complete.

It all makes sense to me anyways. :)

Nobody enjoyed my sadistic roller-coaster operator fantasy?  Ok, it was a little out there. :)

There aren't many times in everyday life where we willingly let ourselves be trapped by a device that we have no control over.  That giant shoulder harness just needed an excuse to be used for cruel purposes. It probably wouldn't take too long before I'm willing to agree to your terms if you'll just hit that release button.

I'll go with something more mundane next time I ramble publicly.

I know I shouldn't have yelled at you. The park was closing and when you said no more roller coaster rides, I should have listenned. I'm sorry.  But that doesn't give you the right to trap me here.  Release my shoulder harness, and I promise to leave the amusment park and never trouble you again.

Why are you smiling? You are going to let me out, right? No don't! You've already sent me around the track three times. You made your point.  Please stop, I'm begging you!

Even a hint at a chance of escape makes everything more interesting. For example, give me three trivia questions. If I get all three answers right, let me go. Otherwise I'm yours for another day.

So many people running a business here.  Remember the good old days when a young woman was satisfied just to see the helplessness in her victim's eyes? Whatever happened to those traditional values?  :)