Internal Release Mechanism

Author's Note: I don't normally go in for the scatological side of things... I like my sex dirty, just not THAT dirty. This was inspired by a self-bondage video with poor translations that said that the girl 'hid the keys in her body'... when it meant on her body. That, and I was also inspired by an interview with Andy Weir, author of the book 'The Martian' where he shared the idea that it was the author's job to keep putting the character in the worst situations possible and see how they get out of it. My character here certainly is in over his head... let's just see what happens.

I don't know why I do the things that I do... I always push myself, push the situation... longer, harder...more stressful. Some people climb mountains or run marathons. I do extreme self-bondage.

This time I think that I over did it. Then again... that was the plan.

I took two weeks vacation... and I told everyone that I was going to places where cell service was spotty at best. They should worry about me if they didn't hear back from me for a few days.

I took the first three days setting up. I cleared everything out of the kitchen that I could, and separated the kitchen from the living room with a foot high barrier made of construction lumber and plastic sheeting. I covered the kitchen cabinets with plastic, as well as the lower walls and floor. I spread the 400 pounds of kitty litter over the floor... I've been bringing it in a container at a time for months, and I'm sure the super thought I was hiding a cat in here. If only he knew. Anyway, this had the potential to get messy, and I didn't want to forfeit the deposit.

Then it was time for some personal preparations... I ate a last meal of high fiber foods before heading to the bathroom. There I shaved my entire body except for the already short hair on my head. Back in the kitchen, I filled my water bags, you know... the hands-free kind used by hikers. I had gotten six of the largest ones available, and that was barely big enough if things went poorly. In went a mild electrolyte solution with a bit of extra sugar. I spread five of them out around the kitchen. I set the thermostat to slightly warmer than normal, but not high enough that my neighbors would investigate. I also shut off all the lights except for the one on the range hood. (I was supposed to be gone on vacation, after all!) I turned on the range fan too.

I then slipped the rings of a chastity device over my cock and behind the balls. The lube and the tube followed. The clasp made a ratchetting sound that always makes me jump. I could be in this device for days... I honestly didn't know. The key was added to a small pill-shaped container. In one corner of the floor, I placed a small bottle of syrup of ipecac.

I placed on the skull cap and followed that up with the black Zenati suit. I wanted an added layer for warmth, even with the thermostat set higher I would need the help moderating my temperature. It wasn't a complete suit... I had made an opening in the back and another one for the mouth, and I didn't have any illusions that I was going to be wearing it again after this weekend. Week? The fabric restricted my vision, effectively making me blind to anything outside of a few inches in front of my face.

I slipped the black leather bondage harness on... it crossed my shoulders and met in a metal ring in the center of my chest. Metal D rings stuck out from several attachment points, but I only had plans for those on the back of my shoulders. The key for the lock on this harness also ended up in the pill-shaped container. Getting down on my knees in the center of the kitchen, I snapped my ankles into a pair of Velcro shackles, and attached the other end the shoulder rings of the harness. My body now bent backwards into a C shape for as long as it took. I couldn't extend my legs or uncross them. My hands went into a pair of handcuffs in front of me. A chain also connected them to the harness with just enough slack that my fingers could reach my mouth if I scrunched down enough. Both of these sets of keys went into the pill-shaped container.

I closed the pill container tightly.. the keys added considerable weight. I popped the container in my mouth... it was large, about the size of a pair of marbles. It was bigger than any pill I've ever swallowed. The first time it stuck at the back of my throat... a bit of water from one of the bags helped on the second and it went down on the third swallow.

Self-bondage always requires some sort of release mechanism... usually timed. Keys frozen in a block of water, a digital timer, or even a fancy cell-phone connected release method. I had used all of these in the past. This time, I was going to use something a bit more random. My own digestive system.

So there I was, bound to myself, hand and foot, with the keys to release me deep inside my own stomach. My only hope for a quick release was the bottle of ipecac that I couldn't see. I had between 2 and 5 hours to get the bottle, open it and use the contents to make me vomit out the keys. If I couldn't, then I would continue to be in the giant litter box that I had turned my kitchen into for at least 2 days as the pill-shaped container made its slow way through the rest of my digestive system. It could be as many as 5 days.

I fell to my right side... the kitty litter crunching unpleasantly as I wiggled across the floor. I had no frame of reference for how far or how fast I was able to move, until my forehead pressed against a wall. Of course, I had gone off track, and the bottle of ipecac lay towards my feet. I kept wiggling around, trying to find a way that would move me in the appropriate direction. My stomach muscles ached, my left shoulder and hip bearing most of my body weight began to hurt. Eventually my feet touched the cabinet and my forehead was still pressed tightly against the wall. I reached down, trying to find the bottle without pushing it away.

I had no sense of time, other than the ache that was building in my muscles and the building pressure of the urine in my bladder. I only had a few hours and I don't know how much time had passed. My hands continued groping around for the bottle that was my early release from the situation I placed myself in. Eventually, I did manage to find it. Getting the cap off and the bottle to my lips was more of a challenge than I had thought due to being basically blind due to the suit. My lips finally wrapped around the mouth of the bottle and I sucked and swallowed as much as I could... I even tried rolling onto my back, but the position of my legs didn't exactly make that any more comfortable. I even followed the foul liquid with several mouthfuls of water... and then I waited.

A building nausea filled me, and I began to get lightheaded. I waited for the retching to start... my heart sounded like thunder in my ears. I waited and the nausea turned into cramping... and no... the expected vomiting didn't start. With my body bent backwards into a c shape, I couldn't even curl myself into a fetal position to lessen the intensity of the cramps. Thus my hope of an early release died with that pain. What have I gotten myself into!

As time passed the pressure in my bladder also built. Finally I just pissed myself. The tube of the chastity cage caused the urine to soak the fabric around my thighs. The relief from my bladder seemed to clear up enough of my mind... and I was finally able to think through the whole situation.

#1. I wasn't going to die. Worst case, my system will move the pill through in 2-5 days... probably faster given that ipecac causes diarrhea as well as vomiting. I had enough water, but I suspect that I'll be quite hungry by the end of it.

#2. The pill will pass... I will be able to get the keys and be able to get out.

#3. No one is expecting me to call or show up anywhere for 10 days... I will be out long before then.

#4. I must stay hydrated... but at the same time, I needed to conserve water for the full 5 days if it took that long.

#5. Nothing is tingling... my circulation seems fine and I can move enough to give sore muscles a break (once these damn cramps stop at least).

So the only think left to do is wait...