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Mina had always enjoyed bondage, when she was a child she got strange feelings when she would see women tied up on TV. In her early teens she accidentally found out what an orgasm was and that it could be brought on by bondage when after losing a bet with some friends they tied her to a chair at a party and left her bound, even giving her a cleave gag, for hours. While she watched her friends having fun and dancing she felt that familiar feeling and during her struggles she had her first orgasm. Now in her mid-twenties Mina was adept in self bondage and had amassed a very large assortment of bondage gear. She wasn’t much of a party girl and spent her time either at work or at home bound in some form or fashion.

Lately she had started to dress a little more racy at work wearing tight mid-thigh length or ankle length dresses that showed her very curvy figure and that she had modified to make them very effective hobble skirts. She didn’t have to walk much at work so it didn’t affect her performance but between the tight dresses and tops that hugged her corseted waist and ample breasts she had been getting more attention at work. Her corset fetish had started from her chastity belt and soon she found herself tight lacing just to be able to have the restriction in public, that’s where the hobble skirt idea came from as well.

Now having invested in a corset lacer and multiple corsets she was really committed to them and wore one almost twenty four seven. She would compress her waist by 4 inches during work time and locked her chastity belt over it if she wasn’t wearing the chastity corset, then pull it down by 6 inches during play time, this gave her the added restriction she craved and made fighting her bonds even more difficult due to the added restriction of her abdomen and chest making it difficult to breathe normally.

Mina had been playing self-bondage games since that first time in the chair, afraid to let anyone in on her secret and now slept with her hands and feet bound by thick leather cuffs attached to electromagnets she had bolted firmly to the four corners of her heavy rod iron bed. She had boyfriends but was scared to let them know of her cravings and only one that had ever showed any interest in tying her up until the last time, that’s when she met Jack...