Ray

Hi Gromet, Well as it turns out, Mittens has been doing self-bondage since 1981, and we never really thought of it this way until seeing your pictures. Before I went to bed on Sunday night, Mit’s would chain herself up in my kitchen and she would pretty much be that way until at least an hour after I got home from work Monday. When I took off one wrist chain each night and handed her the pliers, pretty much all she would do is take off her neck chain then go shower till she was again wearing her neck chain. We were pretty much too stupid to think of a collar so what she wore around her neck was an old cut-off turtleneck sweater. Pretty much most readers will be too young to know about turtle-neck sweaters but they were popular in the 1960’s and 70’s and both of us were alive back then (-: Well anyway, the sweater turned out to be very durable. We cut it apart to take off the entire back and torso and almost all of both sleeves, leaving of course the entire turtleneck part and enough of the shoulders to keep it in place. Each evening after I unchained the wrist of her choice and she un-did her neck chain, she would take her wastebasket into the bathroom, jingling her ankle chain behind her with every step. There she would dump and shower out her wastebasket, rinse out or wash her turtleneck, and wash herself. This is pretty much the only laundry she ever did which was a good thing because she had no aptitude for doing laundry, hated it, and hated being dragged around helping me with my chores - which was pretty much the only time she got unchained to wear clothing. As you might tell we had a rather rocky relationship and it was because she was a thief and I didn’t trust her an inch, and, she really –really– didn’t want to get sent back to her father’s, and she really –really– didn’t have any place else to go. So we sort of fell into each other’s clutches, you might say, and we have been together ever since. So back to our story, sooner or later on Sunday night we would have gone out so she would have been wearing clothes, but more or less right after we got home she would have taken a shower and come out naked, leaving her clothes in the bathroom, with me waiting outside the door to walk with her out to the kitchen. There her turtleneck and all her sock-tops would have been sitting out to dry all day. We didn’t have any chairs in the kitchen so she would toss out the assortment she wanted (sooner or later we had three turtlenecks) and sit herself down on the floor while I used a convenient kitchen drawer to stash the rest of her stuff. ...