Keywords: Garden/Harness
Main Theme: Self-Bondage, Exhibitionism & Free Use
Triggers: Exhibitionism, CNC
POV: 2nd person; Female

Content Warning - CNC (Consensual Non Consensual) scene.

You couldn't believe your luck. The old lady really took the liking to you, and sold you her house, not only under market price, but also full furnished.

You walked around the house. Personal items were removed by the family and what was left was gorgeous colonial style furniture. Definitely on the other side of spectrum from certain Swedish meatball seller who also tends to deal in cardboard furniture. Every thing was rock solid.

You set up your home office in the room overlooking the yard, and put all the rest of your things in one of the bedrooms.

First week passed quickly. Moving took a lots of time so you jumped into work to catch up with the deadline. One the weekend arrived you had some time to explore the house further.

You discovered two things.

One - in the shed there was a strange swing. You inspected it and found it was made from strong leather. There was a large saddle as in some normal swings, but in addition there were several additional straps with loops at the ends.

Second discovery was in the attic you found a huge chests of sex toys and two big cabinets of sex costumes. One looked used, the other seemed to contain things that were brand new. You quickly closed them both and called the Old Lady to tell her the movers "forgot some personal belongings".

"Oh. I had to pare down when moving here. You can keep them dearie! Enjoy your time with them, I certainly did! Toys are new - I threw away all the used ones - costumes were cleaned up by a professional" she said without even a shadow of shame or embarrassment in her voice, while your lips shivered.

You looked at the chest and cabinets with sick curiosity. There was literally anything you could have wanted here. With main focus on bondage. After an hour of browsing you got horny enough that you decided to unpack one of the vibrators and find some batteries. You succeeded in finding batteries, and started the vibrator. You then looked into a chest. On top there was a leather bondage set.

Your first orgasm in your new house was achieved with your legs and hands bound by leather cuffs.

That orgasm helped you discover your fetish of self-bondage. That and the help of a sweet old lady that sold you a house and kept sending you suggestions and instructions on how to use the items she left you.

You soon found yourself working with your legs and hands bound in stainless steel cuffs, with a matching collar around your neck and connected with chains to the cuffs. Forcing you to lean your head forward and preventing your hands from reaching your crotch. Time release lock keeping you imprisoned for long work hours. Tortured by a vibrating ass plug, unable to find release before the clock struck eight PM.

Summer has started, and you were eyeing the swing in the garden more and more. You now knew what purpose it served. But you didn't know if you were brave enough to use it...

"So? Have you given it some thought?" said the text from Melinda. The old lady who sold you the house.

She was of course referring to free use swing she has left you in the garden. The swing she herself used quite a bit in the past and was now guiding you to use. The neighbourhood knew about it, and now you - as a new house owner - could use it. And they could use you if you did...

"Come on, weekend is coming!" another text goaded you.

"I have a deadline!" you respond as if you need an excuse to avoid tying yourself into a sex swing in the garden for all of the neighbours to see - and use!

"Oh?! Come on, I'm sure little Johny is on the edge of despair since I left. His girlfriend left him and his fudgebook still says >it's complicated<. I know his personality is shit, but his dick is really first class!" text said.

"You crazy? You just did it with all your neighbours? It didn't even cause problems?" you giggle and look at the message moving some boxes up to store in the loft.

"I'd say rather they fucked me. Only ones that came into my garden of course! Plus 18+ only of course! But besides that ... sure thing sweetheart!" the text response came back.

"You crazy all right. And here I thought you were nice, modest old lady" you message back and giggle at her comments.

"Crazy ... fun!" came back the retort.

And to think that you really did thought it was a quiet nice lady when you saw her first. Moving to the retirement house at sixty to enjoy the quiet life. Now her texts seemed to indicate that not only she was never a quiet nice lady, but also didn't seem to calm down a tiny bit since moving to her new community.

"Don't be shy, just make sure to write down the rules for release and a safe word/gesture and you'll be fine!"

"Fine I'll think it over, how are you getting on with the move" I ask her sitting on the big chest she had left in the attic

"Better then you that's for sure! Already fucked 28% of the residents. That includes women by the way"

"You crooked old hag"

"Thank you!" came back quickly.

You shook your head and jumped out of the chest, aiming to browse it's contents again, and see what kind of toy you will pull out.

Few Weeks Later

"I'm going to do it" you typed in slowly. Each letter getting individual tap on your keyboard.

"That's my girl! How's your ass slut?" response came after an hour.

"Ass is good" you responded while adjusting your sitting position. Big plug you were wearing just started vibrating. Old witch was toying with you again "Can I please cum?" you added and sent the text.

"Of course you can ... once you're on the swing" came response
"You know what, I was submissive slut all my life but I'm enjoying training you so much, I should have tried topping years ago. Well. Glad it's not to late..."
"Once you're close to the edge slap your cunt ten times and let me know, you can remove plug too. We'll let your ass rest a bit"

Few months ago you'd never imagine yourself getting so turned on by being "****" to clean the house with your ass filled by a big remote controlled vibrating plug, and your pussy full of geisha balls.

Of course no one **** you to do this. There was no threat. All you had to do is stop. Block the contact of the old witch. And yet. And yet you found yourself slapping your denied pussy right as you were about to orgasm. Crying as you did, but refusing to disobey.

"Almost came. Ten slaps done" you sent a text and shortly after vibrations stopped.

You finished cleaning up and went to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

Next Weekend

This free-use slut's holes are made available for your pleasure.
Enjoy yourselves Sirs and Madams
Release: 9PM or 9 uses
Safeword: Have mercy

read the note that you have left on a garden table before climbing onto a stool.

You put the leather saddle under your ass and back and sat down. Tree branch whined but barely moved. You did few practice swings. Then did a deep breath and jumped off. Went back to the table and one again pondered for a moment if it's really such a good idea.

"Go! Have fun!" your phone buzzed that very moment as if sensing your hesitation.

You put it into a holder and set up the video call to Old Hag. She was meant to act as an additional safety.

"Can you hear me? see me?" You asked your Mistress

"I can, and I don't understand why are you standing in front of me slut" old woman's voice was strange mixture of dominance and cheerfulness.

"I'm sorry Mistress!" You responded dropping onto your knees onto tiles lining up picnic area.

"For forgetting that you'll add nipple clamps with bells" she said amused

"No. Please no!" you begged. Those were one thing that you hated.

"You want them on your clit as well? That can be arranged!"

You almost protested again, but instead you just run back into a house and grabbed the clamps. Then put them on your nipples. Teeth biting into your tender flesh, you cried out in pain.

"I love their sound!" your Mistress told you the moment you came running back into a garden. Asian style bells ringing with metallic sound with your every step.

You dropped onto your knees again and started putting on the things you did prepare. First the leather hood. It fit your head perfectly, and as you laced it down it's back you felt it constricting your whole head. It had cut outs for your eyes nose and mouth. Next was a leather collar with a metal lock. Lock to which you didn't have a key. One it was on it'd be impossible to take off the hood. Who had a key? You didn't know and hag wouldn't tell you. One more deep breath and the loud metallic snap of the lock could be heard through the garden. Mittens were next. Made from leather and stretchy, they allowed you to put your hands into them and constricted around your fist. You could still take them off, but not after you went into a swing.

"Don't worry. I will be watching" came reassurance right as you needed it. You lifted yourself up and got onto a stool again. Sitting inside the leather saddle. You put wide and broad neck strap under your head. This time however you also put your hands through two of the loops. You knew that this was the last moment you could turn back. But instead you searched for two other loops with your legs. It wasn't easy to get them in but you finally put your feet into leg straps.

Breath. Breath. Kick.

The stool fell wayside and you fell back. Swing straps whined as leather from the harness stretched. Saddle under your back is what kept you in the air. Around 1 metre above earth. Your legs were kept around same height and so were your mitten clad hands. There was no way for you to pull yourself up any-more.

"Uaaaa" you screamed as you realized it's done. You were swinging back and forth on the sex swing. Your body kept in horizontal position, held up by the saddle and straps. Your head slightly above your body. Bells ringing quietly as you did. It would be even comfortable if not for the clamps on your nipples.

There was nothing more you could do now but wait for the first neighbour to visit your garden. Admire your naked body on full display and enjoy what swung in the swing...