By Bound2plzu

Although I live in a rural part of the south, I am not a farmer and not a fan of most of what it entails. However I have a good friend who is. Blond hair, blue eyes and muscles from now til next week. I often go by his home after getting off work and visit, help out with chores and grab dinner prior to heading home.

Most of our conversations end with him shaking his head in disbelief at something I have said. I am much more liberal than he is, enjoy staying in and having great conversations and debates. Him, not so much. After a long day of farming, he prefers to head to bed shortly after dinner. I’m not sure where in this scenario things shifted, but I let him know that I had some kinks I enjoyed, and let him know that bondage was one of them. I was especially interested in his empty grain bin in the farm yard. Built entirely of steel, it had an inner door that latched on the outside, as well as an exterior door that included a place for a padlock.

After only a week of constant badgering by me, he agreed that Saturday night I could be locked in the grain bin. I was so excited! I showed up Saturday afternoon, helped with his long list of things to do, enjoyed dinner with him, then cleaned up the kitchen while he got a shower and changed into comfortable clothes.

His plan was to help lock me up in the grain bin, head in and watch TV for a bit, then come bail me out prior to his bed time and me heading home. I was so pumped! I grabbed some handcuffs and leg irons I had put in the car and headed out back to the bin with him. He opened the doors and I climbed in. He cuffed my hands in front of me, ran the irons through a fixture in the center of the floor, then snapped them onto my ankles. He looked at me and asked you ok with this? I beamed broadly and said sure am! He shook his head again in disbelief, and headed out. As he closed and locked the two steel doors, I got that “Oh Shit, what have I just done!?!”

Even though it was mid summer, it was soon dark and there I lay on the floor of the grain bin. There was no way for me to tell time there, and the house was far enough away that I could hear nothing from it, or vise versa. I was there until he decided otherwise. After what must have been the first hour – or two, I got to thinking things through. I knew he was worn out from a long day of work, had a full stomach from a big dinner, and was trying to watch some television. I had no chance of him staying awake and getting me out of here, I was in for the night.

Even though my panic was extreme, to my credit it was short lived. I tried to settle into a comfortable position and tough it out. The steel floor was harder than I could imagine, and I had to keep shifting so the venting grills (a feature of grain bins to keep grain from getting damp) didn’t dig too much in any one spot. After what seemed like forever, I finally fell asleep for a short lived nap. By the time it started getting light I felt like I’d been there months. My friend was unlocking the doors and came over to me quickly. It only took a moment to unfasten the leg irons and handcuffs. I was tired, sore but fine. He apologized for falling asleep in his chair. I suggested he could set an alarm clock for next time in case he fell asleep again. He seemed very surprised and exclaimed, “Next time!”