iSelfBondage Malfunction

Zephyr struggled with the weight of the cardboard box she had just pulled out of her car. At 5’4”, the redhead was unable to see over the top of the box. She had no idea how she was going to manage moving all of her belongings to a third floor apartment.

“Want some help with that, miss?”

“Yes, please!” She struggled to catch her breath as the box was lifted from her arms. “And call me Zephyr, please!” She examined the helpful man who was effortlessly carrying the box.

“Nice to meet you, Zephyr! I take it you’re moving in. Which apartment is yours?”

“932. Thanks so much!”

“Oh hey, you’re right next to me! I’m 933. I’m Jake, by the way.”

Zephyr grabbed a small suitcase and scampered after the helpful stranger. “Thanks, Jake! You’re a good neighbor.”

She had drastically underestimated how much time and effort moving would take. It would have been a miserable experience on her own. Having a strong pair of hands to aid her made it go much faster. He focused on the larger, heavier boxes, stacking them in neat, tight formations in her apartment. She carried smaller items, scattering them haphazardly around the floor.

On one of her trips up, she felt her heart leap into her throat. A box she had perched precariously on top of a smaller box had fallen over, spilling its contents all over the floor. She normally would have just kicked the scattered items out of the way and kept going, but was horrified to realize it was her bondage box! Gags, rope, handcuffs, vibrators and more were sprawled across the bedroom floor. Even worse, she heard Jake’s heavy footsteps on the stairs. Moving with all the speed of panic and all the grace of a startled buffalo, Zephyr ran around the bedroom, throwing and kicking her naughtiest possessions under the bed or into the closet, which she slammed shut. Just in time - Jake set down another heavy box and went downstairs for the next load. Zephyr breathed a sigh of belief.

When the moving was done, Zephyr was exhausted. She gave Jake a tight hug of thanks, not minding the sweat he had built up over the last hour. She also got his phone number, promising to treat him to the local smoothie bar as soon as she got settled in.

It was days before she had found and organized all of her toys. But that gave time for her latest purchase to arrive.

She had sold almost all the collectible figurines she had - mostly anime characters and characters from video games. That had helped to fund her move, and to give her less stuff to move. She decided she deserved a reward for successfully moving out of home, and had bought something special. The iSelfBondage 6000. It put all of her assorted, hidden scraps of bondage gear to shame, and now she finally had the privacy to set it up.

It took her an entire afternoon to assemble and configure it. It had to be properly secured to her bed in more places than seemed reasonable, and the configuration instructions were practically unintelligible. She factory reset it twice just to get it to properly recognize all the components. Even when it appeared to be working properly, the smartphone app she downloaded had trouble finding the device. After rebooting her phone and turning the iSelfBondage 6000 off and on again, it finally connected. After all that frustration, Zephyr felt a sense of accomplishment.

Zephyr licked her lips. She wanted to give it a test run. She wasn’t an idiot, though, so she wouldn’t make herself helpless just yet. Scrolling through the options, she found a test program and tapped the button to start it.

“Initiating test protocol,” came a monotonous voice from a speaker in the iSelfBondage 6000. “Engaging wrist cuffs.” Metal shackles near the headboard slowly closed, then went through a cycle of tightening and loosening, clearly adjustable for any size wrist. “Engaging ankle cuffs.” Metal shackles near the footboard went through the same process. “Adjusting chain length.” The chains slowly retracted, pulling the four shackles closer to their respective corners of the bed.

Zephyr stared in fascination. It could be entirely automated and adjust itself to her body, so there would be no slipping out of the restraints. Too bad she still had to put her wrists and ankles in the restraints - it would be fun if it could surprise her. But this would still be intense and exciting enough.

“Engaging vibrator.” A wand-style vibrator on a telescoping pole attached to the footboard extended, sliding up and down. Then the pole slowly tilted down to horizontal, positioning the wand roughly in the middle of the bed.

“Engaging time lock. Duration: five seconds.”

Zephyr held her breath. Indeed, after a few moments, the shackles snapped open. Then the vibrator’s telescoping pole shrank and tilted back up to vertical again, completing the test routine.

This was going to be SO much fun.

Fully dressed - well, in pajama pants and a tank top - Zephyr practically flung herself onto the bed. She eagerly put her wrists in the open shackles and worked her ankles into the ankle shackles when the contraption spoke up.

“Presence detected in shackles, but self bondage routine not initiated.”

Zephyr rolled her eyes. “Initiate self bondage routine.” She wasn’t sure if it would accept the command phrase. She knew the system could be voice controlled instead of through the app, but hadn’t paid enough attention to learn all the proper commands.

“Error: cannot initiate routine. Credit balance insufficient.”

The frustrated bondagette groaned and rolled out of the bed, reaching for her phone. Right. As if the price of the hardware wasn’t enough, she needed to pay just to use it. Instead of a monthly subscription, credits were spent according to how it was used, according to some complicated formula she didn’t have access to. It took a few minutes to add a payment method and buy a few bucks worth of credits. Then she tapped the button in the app to begin self bondage play and got onto the bed again, positioning her limbs in the shackles.

Nothing happened. She wiggled her ankles and wrists. Maybe it hadn’t recognized that all four limbs were in place.

The shackles SNAPPED shut and Zephyr nearly screamed. The shackles slowly tightened until they were a snug fit around all four limbs. Then her limbs were slowly pulled taut, keeping her spread wide open. She couldn’t move her hands or feet more than a couple inches. Zephyr grinned like a madwoman, tugging on the shackles. She tugged gently at first, and then with all of her petite strength. The bedframe creaked slightly, but the shackles were unyielding. She was trapped.

Perfect.

Then she remembered she had neglected to set a time limit on the bondage. “Hold on a moment, let me up!” she called.

“Error: command not recognized.”

“Release! Open!” she called out frantically, starting to panic.

The shackles snapped open. Zephyr sagged into the bed, feeling a sense of relief. Holy crap. What if it hadn’t let her go? Geeze, she needed to be more careful. She needed to be a responsible adult. She needed to think through this long and hard before risking her safety to a machine that might not always work properly. She better put it aside for a while.

An hour later, Zephyr was back in the shackles.

This time, everything went smoothly. She set a five minute timer. She lay there quietly, looking at the ceiling, trying not to panic and issue the release command. This was fine. Everything was fine and going according to plan. She was helplessly restrained just like she wanted. It would release her after five minutes.

And it did, just like it was supposed to.

That was fun, but a little overwhelming. The next time, she wore a blindfold and set the timer for 10 minutes. That was better. Not being able to see made her feel more like a helpless captive. She again waited patiently in the cuffs. It felt strangely soothing to be a helpless prisoner. The tense murmur of her background anxiety and worries about what she should be doing quieted. There was nothing for her to do. She was here. Delightfully helpless. Simply existing. It was nice.

Even though a little voice deep in the back of her mind said it wasn’t nearly as much fun when she knew she could command the shackles to be open at any time. What was the point of setting a timer then?

The next time, Zephyr turned off voice commands. She configured her session and then stared at the screen for a long minute.

Did she really want to do this?

She was going to trust her fate to the timer. If she changed her mind and wanted out early… she wouldn’t be able to. There would be no way out. This was a foolish risk.

This was why she had bought the iSelfBondage 6000. Why she had obsessed over it for months before finally making the purchase.

She set the timer for 15 minutes and started lying down on the bed. Then she hesitated. She pulled off her pajama pants. Somehow it seemed right to make herself feel even more vulnerable for this. In her panties and t-shirt, she lay on the bed and put her ankles in the ankle shackles. She put on a blindfold and fumbled around until her wrists found the wrist shackles. The shackles snapped shut and she felt the now-familiar sensation of her wrists and ankles being pulled until she was stretched out. Not painfully stretched, but making sure she had as little room to struggle as possible.

“Self bondage initiated. Timer: 15 minutes remaining.”

Heart beating fast, Zephyr lay quietly in the shackles. She had used this feature several times, but this felt so different. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t see. And if she changed her mind, she absolutely couldn’t get out, no matter what.

She tried to struggle in her shackles. There was so little give that she felt pathetic. Useless. Helpless.

She was breathing faster now. She just had to try it. Just to make sure it was set up properly. Definitely not because she was nervous.

“Open shackles!”

There was no response, not even an error message.

“Open shackles!”

Again, no response.

Zephyr was starting to panic a bit, but she held herself together. This was what she wanted. This was why she bought this device. She just had to wait fifteen minutes and she would be released.

Blindfolded, she found it hard to judge the passage of time. The app did have an option to enable a verbal countdown, but she had immediately turned that off. It was more fun not to know.

She lay in her restraints. At first she imagined various scenarios. A princess in a dungeon. A kidnap victim, grabbed off the street and held in a dangerous man’s basement. But then she let her mind go blank and simply enjoyed being in bondage.

When the shackles snapped open, it came as a surprise and a disappointment. That hadn’t felt nearly long enough. But still, what a rush!

The next time she used the device, she finally worked up the nerve to enable the vibrator. Even in the privacy of her own bedroom, she still felt a bit shy about sexual matters, as if she was doing something wrong by wanting stimulation. But hey. This was her body, her bedroom, and it was nobody’s business what she did!

Still, she blushed a bit as she configured the session in the app.

This time she set the timer for 20 minutes. Vibrator on max. Naturally, she kept voice commands during bondage disabled, and blindfolded herself again.

This time she was prepared for the snap of the shackles closing. That was the easy part. Then she held her breath in nervous anticipation. She heard a soft whirring. After an agonizingly long pause, she felt the head of the wand vibrator bump against her panties and it buzzed to life.

Why oh WHY did she set it to the highest setting without even testing it first?? She always used her cheap vibrator on high. It hadn’t occurred to her that this one could get much more powerful.

Zephyr squirmed and squealed. She tried to buck her hips, but was chained down too tightly. When she could manage to form a cohesive thought, she tried ordering, “set vibrator to low!”

No response. Crap. Maybe disabling voice commands hadn’t been such a good idea.

Three screaming orgasms later, she was a soaking, wrung out mass on the mattress.

The buzzing finally died away. The system released her and reset itself, the timer elapsed. She lay there for a few minutes before she could peel herself out of bed.

It was a few days before she worked up the courage to use the system again. This time she re-enabled voice commands and selected a vibration program that would slowly cycle from very low to high and back again, over and over. It was really nice.

She noticed her credit balance was running low. She loaded a few more bucks onto it.

The next time she disabled the voice commands again and set the timer for half an hour, trying a different vibration program with a random element. It felt incredible to lay there, bound and blindfolded, wondering when the vibrator would run again and how intense it would be. She had several nice orgasms.