Gemma and Gareth have recently moved home from their flat to a very nice old 3-bedroom terrace house in Edinburgh which does have a cellar. This presented both of us with an opportunity – I can finally fulfil a childhood fantasy and Gemma (studying for a Masters in Psychology) can study the effects of sensory deprivation!
It was a bright and sunny but cool Tuesday morning in October. Gareth had already left for work, and Gemma and I were sat around the dining table talking over breakfast.
Gemma was wearing a loose-fitting University of Edinburgh light grey hoodie and skin-tight faded blue jeans, with white socks and Adidas white-striped blue leather trainers.
I was wearing a loose-fitting University of Edinburgh forest green sweatshirt, over a white t-shirt tucked into faded blue jeans and white socks with Adidas Gazelle white-striped black leather trainers.
“Ready?” Gemma asked, smiling at me.
“I’ll just pay a visit.” I replied, standing up.
While I went to the bathroom, Gemma gathered our breakfast pots onto the tray and took them into the kitchen. She stacked the dishwasher and set it going.
As I returned to the kitchen, Gemma opened the door to the cellar and switched the light on. I followed her carefully down the steep stone steps.
The cellar was a small, squared-shaped room with no windows, and just a 40-watt lightbulb for light. A rather shabby old kitchen table stood against the wall to the right. There were a lot of hooks of various shapes and sizes on the walls.
A pair of steel handcuffs hung by the connecting chain from a hook on the wall opposite the stairs. I walked over to them, and stood with my back up straight against the wall and held my arms up.
“We must make you comfortable!” Gemma teased as she fastened the cuffs snugly round my wrists, preventing me from lowering my arms.
Gemma went over to the table and returned carrying a black Royal High School Edinburgh gym bag. She opened the bag and placed it over my head, effectively hooding me, and making sure I could breathe freely as she pulled the drawstrings round my neck.
“Oh, you do look the part!” Gemma teased.
“It’s great!” my slightly muffled voice replied gratefully.
“I’ll be back…...soon!” Gemma exclaimed, heading for the stairs.
With a demonic laugh, Gemma turned the light out and closed the cellar door as she left.
As you would expect, the cellar was cool but not cold. The gym bag both blindfolded and hooded me at the same time so I could see nothing and hear nothing. As time progressed, despite being in a cool cellar it became quite warm inside my “hood” as the flow of air as I breathed freely in/out was restricted and slow.
Although Gemma and I are not “health and safety fanatics” we do observe basic common sense and safety in bondage games. The rule “the captive must never be left alone” is one you might question in this scenario? LOL. Although I couldn’t see or hear her, I knew Gemma was not far away, doing her uni work in the lounge in her laptop.
The handcuffs are proper steel handcuffs and not just cheap metal or toys that would break with the slightest tug – pardon the pun! They were tight but not too tight and I couldn’t move my arms at all – which is the general idea? LOL.
My mind went back first seeing The Satanic Rites of Dracula 10 years ago. Whether it was the use of chains instead of rope (we mostly use rope) I can’t say but the image of Dracula’s victims chained to the wall of his cellar stuck in my mind in the way other bondage scenes haven’t. Shall we ask Gemma to analyse me? LOL. My body was immobilised by the handcuffs but my imagination was free! I imagined myself in the cellar with Dracula’s other victims and it was quite exciting. The imagination was exciting but in reality, it would be frightening? Thank the Lord we are Christians (Salvation Army) and I wear a crucifix! LOL.
With sight and sound of the world around me “cut off”, I really indulged my mind in the movie and quickly lost track of time. My only indication of time passing was my arms were aching from being held up straight. Whether it was the passing of time or just coincidence, but when I finally left my imaginary world, my arms seemed to ache a lot more! Since I couldn’t do anything else, I would just have to stand here with my arms chained to the wall until Gemma released me!
The door opened and the light (for all the good it was! LOL) went back on. Gemma carefully descending the steep stone steps and sauntered over to me.
I had no idea how much time had passed – my only clue was my arms were really aching from being held up by the cuffs.
“Still with us, sweetie?” Gemma teased, as she undid the drawstrings and removed the “hood”.
“It was a great experience, but my arms are really aching!” I replied, writhing as much as I was able.
“Aaawww!” Gemma laughed. “Shall I tighten the cuffs and keep you there all day?”
“You are so cruel!” I retorted, as Gemma reached up and unfastened the handcuffs.
“I am your sister!” Gemma laughed, as my arms dropped to my side once, they were free of the cuffs and I rubbed them. “How long do you think you’ve been here?”
“No idea!” I admitted, still rubbing my aching arms as I followed Gemma across the floor and up the stairs. “How long?”
“Exactly three hours!” Gemma exclaimed proudly as we entered the kitchen. “I’ve got a lot done. Let’s do lunch.”
Gemma had made a lunch and set it out on the dining table. We had a most enjoyable lunch while my arms recovered.
Paulscot & Gemscot
And if he can't get loose? Prisoner of his sister for eternity? 
