Hi, I’m Ashleigh, and Basically I’m someone who loves the idea of being caught, or doing this stuff right next to someplace where it’s little expected. So it should surprise no one that I began my little adventure in a risky way: I packed up all of my stuff into a bag and drove in to work. Now, keep in mind, my bag had in it handcuffs, leather cuffs, a harness ballgag, tape, clover clamp sets (plural), an estim box (with matching dildo, plug and pads), a riding crop and a vibrator…in addition to some clothes. So just getting a peek in my bag would have been less than ideal.

Anyway, at my workplace in the lobby area there’s a locker room/bathroom people often use, and I can get into work at any hour. So I headed there on a Sunday at 8:00PM, walked around a little and then headed for the locker room (there was a coworker in, I stopped by and said hello to her.) I got in and set my stuff down. I made myself use the center bench in the room, visible from the door. I figured that if I wanted to risk being caught, that was the place: people used the locker room to shower and such, and janitors cleaned on Sunday nights. It was a great way to get the adrenaline flowing. I’d brought along a change of clothing which I set to the side: a bright pink bikini (the type where you have to tie knots in the sides/top/back), some pink stockings with a garter belt, sheer pantyhose, a nice black cocktail dress and some 5 inch t strap sandal heels that are a bit painful to wear but look great (wait, don’t all good looking heels hurt?)

Anyway, I got started by stripping down and setting my clothes to the side. I decided to start the night with a little bit of noise and pain, so I pulled the riding crop out of my bag. Heart pounding and afraid the noise of the leather striking my skin would alert someone, I timidly closed my eyes, spun around and opened my eyes, the first locker number I saw was the number of strikes I would take: 27. Being that it’s not so easy to crop yourself as it might be with a paddle, I focused on my feet (it helps I enjoy making my feet suffer and had practice cropping them) and hit as hard as I could. When I was done, the pain kept on coursing through the nerves in my feet.

I decided to get down to business and grabbed the estim dildo and plug. I lubed the dildo and the plug up, and started with the plug since I knew that would take a little effort and coaxing. With the plug in my backdoor, I slipped the dildo in as well. It felt great to have both in, but I knew I needed to continue and I had adrenaline flowing and didn’t want to take too long and get caught. Next I grabbed the estim sticky pads, and put two on the sole of each sore foot. I planned to make my poor feet hurt from not just the heels and the cropping. I connected the leads right away and grabbed the pantyhose I’d brought along; I had three pairs. For whatever reason I love pantyhose and the more the better. I started to slip into the first pair, and made sure to run the long wires from my feet up the inside legs of the pantyhose so that the wires were up at my waist at the end. I then slipped into the remaining two pairs of hose, enjoying the feeling of the nylons being pulled up my legs.

With the pantyhose on, I went ahead with the setup of my poor pussy punishment: I connected the wires to the plug and dildo. I left the wires dangle so I could attach the box at the end. Next, I grabbed the clamps I’d brought along. This part I knew would suck, since I had planned to clamp more than just my nipples. I reached down into my pantyhose and carefully slipped the clamps down. I held the one open, grabbed one of my lips and put the clamp on it. I almost screamed, and quickly went to the second clamp. I quickly moved to clamp my nipples which at this point were standing at attention from the cool air of the locker room. By comparison to the clamps on my pussy, my nipples didn’t hurt that much. With all of that taken care of, I grabbed my bikini and slipped the briefs on, making sure they were tied off tight enough and did the same with the top, making sure the top covered the clamps on my nipples. Finally, I tied a crotchrope around my waist and between my legs to hold everything in my sweet punished pussy and back door, which it did quite well. It caused the dildo and plug to only go further in, and the clamps to move around in an unpleasant way as the rope pulled down hard between them.

With the bikini on, I sat down (ow! Those clamps!) and rolled the stockings up my legs: the stockings were an opaque hot pink, which over the black colored pantyhose totally covered any evidence of the wires running from my feet up my legs. With the stockings on, I popped the garter on and fastened it to the stockings. Almost finished, I went ahead and finally connected the power box to my dildo, plug and pads using some splitter cables. I turned it up and tested the power of the shocks by making some noise and stopped when I felt like the shocks were high enough to make me wince at the sound of a soft to normal voice, and secured the box by tucking it into the bottom of my crotch rope (so it could not be seen unless you were to look up my skirt once I had my dress on.) Happy with that I went ahead and grabbed my black cocktail dress and slipped into it, making sure the bottom of the dress covered the top of my stockings for the time being. To finish my ensemble off, I went ahead and stepped into my heels, buckled them up tight, put on some small earrings and grabbed my bag of toys. I was ready to move on to more interesting things. I decided to try my luck and went to say goodnight to my coworker, dress, pink stockings and all. I walked to her office with my heart pounding – what if she saw a wire, or I cried from the pain? I was both relieved and disappointed when I got to her office and found she’d already left.

I went ahead and tugged on my skirt a little, making sure you could see the top of my stockings and headed to my car, heels clicking the whole way and getting shocked for each click. I tried to be as loud as possible on each foot fall. Now, realize I would have loved to have a gag in and be cuffed up at this point, but there are cameras in the parking garage. The idea of entertaining a security guard beyond what I was already wearing wasn’t high on my list. Once at my car though I got in (ow, those clamps! They hurt like hell to sit on!) pulled the estim box out and reached into my bag. I pulled out the leather cuffs for my ankles and wrists and buckled them on, and then secured each buckle with a padlock for which the key was at home, hanging out of reach (of a girl with her hands tied) at the far end of my balcony, waiting for ice to melt. I decided that actually restricting my legs or hands while driving was probably pretty unwise for now, so I went ahead and buckled a harness ballgag in nice and tight (pink straps with a white ball that does a great job of showing off if you have lipstick on) put padlocks through the buckles of the gag as well and then applied plenty of duct tape over the gag and below the chin; you couldn’t see any flesh on my face below my nose…just shiny silver tape.

Once I was nicely buckled into my cuffs and my gag, I started the car, put my MP3 player to random so I’d get shocked aplenty, turned the volume up a little and drove off. I decided that I was not allowed to touch the volume of the music, but that if I did for some reason my punishment would be the remaining two pairs of clover clamps on my pussy. Good incentive, right? Maybe not, really. After a song or two I hit a pretty loud one and my feet, ass and pussy just lit up. I probably swerved like a drunk. I had to turn it down. After driving for 15 minutes or so on the long way home, I came to a deserted parking lot for a grocery store closed for the night where I’d planned an intermediate stop. At this point I carefully slipped out of my dress, leaving me just with my bikini, hose, stockings and heels. You could see the chain running between my nipple clamps and the clamp’s outline through the fabric. I took all of my clothing and locked it into a tool chest I’d brought with me…with the key also on my balcony. I was stuck with only my bikini to wear. Perfect. I pulled out the remaining sets of clamps and true to my punishment, I undid my crotch rope, slipped them on trying to not cry…but I let myself scream into my gag. Bad idea, because I got shocked pretty badly. I finished up with retying my crotch rope making sure everything remained undisturbed. I looked down and you could clearly see my crotch rope, wires for the power box and a slight bulge from the dildo. I decided to also chain myself up some at this point; I ran a chain between my leather ankle cuffs locking it in place, and then also attaching two pairs of leg cuffs (handcuffs with a longer chain) just for the added effect. Walking would be possible, but limited. I held off on my hands and collar for the time being, but I did grab a sharpie and wrote on my chest things like “I’m a slut”, “rape me”, “fucktoy”, “whip me”, “kidnap me”, “make me your slave” and finished it with “SLUT” in big letters on the tape of my gag. Seems foolish to type that out, but it added to the “if I’m caught” feeling. Wonder what would have happened if someone had run into me…

Once stripped down and all, I went ahead and kept driving. I was shaking at this point, between the clamps, the shocking and the adrenaline but I was stuck going through with it. I got home pretty late – at about 10:30 or so. Once parked in the garage for my apartment about 40-50 feet from the door I tucked the estim power box back under my crotch rope while turning the sensitivity of the mic up so just walking would hurt me (and turned the shock power on my feet to the max) and grabbed my final restraints: a posture collar that I locked in place, and some more chain and handcuffs. I chained my hands behind my back, and then applied both pairs of handcuffs. This took some effort as applying a padlock behind your back is a little hard. The handcuffs were easy though. At this point, I was well locked up, thoroughly gagged, I couldn’t unlock myself if I tried, any sounds got my pussy and ass well shocked and my feet would be in agony, and I was dressed like a complete slut, and had writing all over me to that effect. If anyone saw me…well, I would be in way over my head.

I hopped out of my car, locked the car keys inside the car leaving me only with keys to my building and my apartment. I made a break for the door to the staircase, heels clicking and chains jingling along the way, all the while being shocked and my clamps killing me. Literally, I thought the clamps would kill me somehow. I got inside the stairwell after some minor effort to unlock the door with my hands behind my back and started to climb. To the third floor. Oh, and the staircase is made of metal – ever hear heels on metal in a small concrete stairwell? Let alone the chains between my ankles jingling. Needless to say I got shocked some more. I think I took a good 20 minutes to go up the stairs – I normally could do it in less than a minute but with chains hobbling me, killer high heels on and my feet being shocked, it wasn’t so easy. I checked the coast on the third floor and went to my apartment when I saw no one around.

The first thing I did was go straight for the balcony, chances of being spotted be damned. Except the ice was still melting, leaving the keys still out of reach! Apparently I hadn’t accounted for the temperature right. I started to panic, these clamps on my pussy, they HAD to come off…and now! I tried reaching my hand down into my pantyhose to get to the clamps, but the tight crotch rope stopped my advance, and I couldn’t reach low enough to just unclamp them through the pantyhose. I just kind of collapsed on the floor and started to sob a little, the clamps were really just killing me. At some point I just fell asleep, and later woke up to a notification on my phone sitting on my bed, both because of the audio…and the shock. Forgetting the clamps for a few seconds, I tried to grind on the floor to orgasm but quickly realized that was a terrible idea because of the clamps. I slowly crawled over to the door to the balcony and saw that the keys had fallen. I ran out, not looking to see if the coast was clear and went to grab the keys. Just as I got to them, dragging my chains along the way I heard some guys below me on the sidewalk. I’m pretty sure they heard me and looked up, and I just froze. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I finally decided I’d waited enough and was going to get the keys no matter the cost. I knelt down, started to feel for the keys, found them and got up to go back in. I turned and started to make my way back in hastily, and I have to believe they could see some parts of my predicament – they could certainly hear some of it. And writing this, I kind of hope they did see me well enough. As I got in past the door I distinctly heard one of them saying “whoa!”

Once inside I unlocked my hands and quickly removed all of my clamps. I intentionally left the estim on, and I screamed pretty loudly despite the gag. With all of the clamps off, I decided it was time to just leave myself tied up until the morning, since I had Monday off. I crawled into my bed, turned the radio on to the classical station since it would alternate between loud and soft music and the volume up. I figured I’d let myself get shocked until I could be released (I decided that I would remain chained until 9AM) or the batteries died. I put some way less painful and less severe tweezer clamps on my nipples and labia, mostly for show, taped my eyes shut and re-secured my wrists but with the added restriction of an additional chain connecting my collar to a bed post as well as locking my ankles directly together giving me no slack in the chain connecting them. So there I lay, in bed, wearing a bikini, hose and heels…being shocked in my ass, pussy and the soles of my feet, ball stuffed and locked into my mouth and then taped up (yeah, that wasn’t wise sleeping like that, I know…) with derogatory words all over me. I slept some, on and off, mostly being awoken by loud music and the accompanying shocks. The battery did run out on the box, I don’t know when…but I do remember waking up to my alarm at 9AM. I’d taped the keys to my locks to my back so it was simple to free myself. The first thing I did when free was grab a vibe and bring myself to an orgasm, doing my best to just leave the vibrator on my clit, since my lips still hurt.

I played around a little more on Monday, but nothing to match the previous night. I was just a wee bit sore.