Damsels In Trouble

Captioned mini-stories of shoeless females in restraints, willingly or otherwise. None of the photos featured were taken by me.

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Just moments after her sentencing hearing had ended, Kelsie found herself shuffling alongside the court officer through the courthouse on her way toward the transport vehicle waiting to take her to prison.

Kelsie made the trip in stunned silence, the judge's words playing on repeat in her mind: "This court sentences you to life imprisonment, with no eligibility for parole."

After some two hours' drive, the squad car arrived at the womens' penitentiary. A young blonde Correctional officer met the car and helped Kelsie step out. "Hi, my name is Miss Aurora, and I'm the intake supervisor. I can appreciate that you're probably having the worst day of your life, so I'm going to be as pleasant as I can be. I ask that you remain compliant and respectful - if you do, we'll do just fine. I'm just here to do a job, just like you're just here to do your time. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," Kelsie replied.

For the next hour, the officer guided Kelsie through the in-processing procedure. The prison's newest inmate was strip-searched, fingerprinted, photographed, and issued one of the prison's signature green striped jumpsuits to wear.

When the guard had finished, she ushered Kelsie into a small holding cell. "You can hang out here," the said, closing the cell door and locking Kelsie inside. "It will take a few hours to get all the paperwork done so we can give you a cell assignment. In the meantime, get some rest. Do you have any questions for me?"

"Um, yes, ma'am," Kelsie replied meekly. "I didn't get any shoes or socks with my uniform, and this floor is freezing. Can you please tell me when I will get my shoes?"

The officer smiled empathetically. "Sorry, no shoes in supermax," she replied. "You could use them as weapons or hide contraband."

"Oh, okay...thanks," Kelsie sighed in disappointment. "Also, in county jail, they only chained me up for like court and stuff. How long until you can take the cuffs off?"

"You'll wear full transport restraints any time you are outside your cell block," Aurora explained. "So you get the full treatment for meals, visitation, lawyer visits, chapel service, and exercise yard. Within the cell block, it is up to the officer's judgment. They'll probably keep you in full restraints for the first few months until they begin to trust you. After that, you'll probably just have your ankles chained when on your cell block - that's the minimum level of restraint that all violent offenders must be kept in 24/7."

Kelsie began to sob softly. "Thank you, ma'am," she sniffled. Whispering to herself, the inmate softly said "So, cuffs and chained bare feet...forever."

"Aw, it's not so bad," the officer said cheerfully. "For what it's worth, you look adorable all done up like that. I'm sure you'll be VERY popular with the guards on those cold, lonely nights."

Kelsie forced a smile as the officer departed, leaving her to carefully pace the small holding cell, acclimating to her new life.

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It had been nearly three months since Summer's boyfriend of nearly five years had dumped her.  She was devastated when he confessed that her appetite for bondage was just too much for him to bear.

"Not going through that heartbreak again," Summer told herself as she stood at the door to the apartment hosting the BDSM singles party she heard about online.  "I'm going to make sure my next guy shares my interests -- right from the start."  Discarding her flip-flops at the door, Summer took a deep breath and entered the apartment, feeling a mix of apprehension, excitement, and hope.

Immediately upon entry, Summer's attention was drawn to a cage in the corner.  She approached the enclosure and read the sign posted on the side of it:

DOMINANT TRAP: This device is designed to trap dominant partners for kinky relationships.  It is just missing one thing - bait!  Willing submissives are invited to enter the cage. The included gag and restraints are optional.  Use the key fob to engage the electromagnetic lock. When you spot a dominant you're interested in, use the fob to open the lock so he or she can "take the bait!" Or, if you're really feeling adventurous, discard the key fob out of reach and remain locked up until a potential suitor unlocks you.  Have fun!"

"Ooh, neat!," Summer remarked.  Before she could think better of the idea, Summer climbed in and used the key fob to lock herself inside.  She tightly buckled the bright red gag in place, imagining that she was accepting it at the command of a strong, handsome man.  Next, she applied the included handcuffs to her wrists and ankles.  Suddenly very exited by her predicament, Summer grabbed the key fob with her bare toes and flung it out of her cage with a quick kick, her only means of escape landing outside the cage and well beyond her reach.

Summer writhed about in the cage as guests came and went, far too excited by her self-inflicted predicament to pay any of the observers in the room much attention.  She moaned in artificial despair, feigning an escape effort by playfully kicking and pressing on the cage's steel bars with her bare feet.

It was this inadvertent display of her soles that finally attracted the attention of a potential suitor.  The man was perhaps 30 years old, standing more than 6 feet tall with jet-black hair and sparkling blue eyes.  He collected Summer's key fob from the floor and approached her cage.

"I think you misplaced this," he said, dangling the key fob in front of Summer. Instead of unlocking the cage, he pocketed the key fob. "The electromagnetic lock is programmed to open when the party ends at midnight," he informed the pretty confined captive.  "I'd love to take you for a night cap after the party so we could get to know each other.  Nod if you consent."

Summer nodded so enthusiastically that her admirer thought she might hurt herself.

"Very well, see you in a few hours at midnight, then," the man replied. "Until then, keep your feet pressed up against the bars in front of you - the view pleases me."

As the man casually strolled away, Summer obediently propped her feet up against the cold steel bars.  "Only three more hours to midnight," she thought, her underwear slowly beginning to moisten.

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"Please," Gina begged the officer, trying to maintain her composure. "I'm begging you not to do this. There is a service elevator we could take that would be much more discreet. Even the back stairwell would be fine. Taking my shoes and chaining me up was ridiculous enough, but there is no good reason to make me hobble past my entire company down the open staircase into the main lobby! It is unnecessarily degrading!"

The officer, a member of the Federal Fugitive Task force, threw his head back and laughed at his barefoot and shackled prisoner. "After what you've done, putting you on display is the least I can do! Your poor employees deserve this little show! As for the cuffs and confiscation of your footwear, it is standard procedure. I am executing a felony arrest warrant here, and your wealth makes you a significant flight risk."

"What I've done?," Gina snapped defensively. "What I've done is create a billion dollar company from nothing! I've created more than 2,000 stable, good paying jobs, and fostered a professional environment focused on the health and welfare of my employees!"

"Yeah, and then you stole from them," the agent replied dryly.

"And I will pay dearly for doing so," Gina argued. "You and I both know I am going to prison for a very long time - probably forever. I expect there will be plenty of guards eager to take a young attractive CEO down a peg or two, so we can agree that my time won't be easy. Please, sir, I'm begging you - let that be punishment enough. I can't walk down this staircase - I can't face them." Tears began to well up in Gina's eyes.

"You make sure to smile for the cameras now," the agent said sadistically, taking his prisoner by her waist chain and forcing her toward the top of the stairs. "Pictures and videos of this little trip are going to dominate social media for the next couple weeks!"

Defeated, the disgraced executive sighed deeply before carefully making her way down the multi-floor staircase, which seemed to have no end. She cringed as the rattle of her leg shackles echoed loudly off the smooth tile steps into the vast open lobby, trying to put the mental image of the grime accumulating on her bare soles out of her mind. Gina did her best to ignore the whispers and sounds of smartphones snapping photos, all working to immortalize her shame on the internet permanently. Navigating the steps as quickly as she could manage with her shackled bare feet, Gina longed for the relative privacy and solitude of the small, maximum-security prison cell already being prepped for her eventual arrival.

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Super hyped to see you posting again! Hope things have been going well for you!

Thanks! I got tired of having every other post flagged for explicit content before, so I gave it up for awhile. Haven't had that problem since returning - at least not yet.

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"Hello, and thank you for tuning in to "Shoes Off, Cuffs On!," the world's first video blog to explore the lifestyle of a barefoot bondage slave. I'm Ana, your host and resident barefoot steel bondage slave. Before I introduce our guest and get into this week's episode, I wanted to share some terrific news with you guys. I am excited to report that our efforts to monetize this blog have been more successful than anticipated. As of August 1st, I have officially retired from my full-time job. That job was the final remaining aspect of my vanilla life, meaning I am finally able to live this lifestyle full time! I donated my few remaining pair of shoes last week, and am happy to report that I am now barefoot and in some sort of restraint 24 hours per day, seven days per week!"

"And now, on to the show! I'm pleased to introduce our special guest, Zara. Zara here is a self-bondage afficionado who will be doing a demonstration and review of the new Rigidspreader from our friends at Ridigcuffs. Welcome to the show, Zara. I understand you'll be demonstrating self-application of this restraint?"

"Yes, and thanks for the introduction, Ana," Zara replied warmly. "I'll need your help to remove my leg shackles, though."

"I don't know," Ana playfully hesitated. "We're not real keen on UN-locking cuffs around here, but I suppose I'll make an exception." Ana grabbed a set of keys from the couch and removed the leg shackles from Zara's ankles.

For the next several minutes, Ana's guest struggled to close the heavy, steel device around her wrists and ankles. Once in place, she twisted her wrists unnaturally in order to lock the included padlocks in place.

"As you can see, locking yourself in these is no small feat," Zara announced, narrating her own effort. "But on the bright side, they're heavy, well-made, and absolutely gorgeous! I am in love with them."

"I think there is one more attribute my viewers might be interested in," Ana said.

"Oh yeah. They are completely and totally inescapable!," Zara added. "I didn't have plans to play with my partner when I tested these, but when he found me still stuck in them when he returned from work six hours after I first tried them on, he took advantage. I would up spending about ten hours straight locked in these. What a night!," Zara said with a whimsical sigh. "Highly recommended!"

"Thanks for your review, Zara, and thanks for joining us," Ana said. "You look like you'd enjoy another six hours in them! What do the viewers think? Comment on the blog post to let me know how long I should hold my guest captive, and tune in next week to see how long she lasted! Thanks for tuning in!"

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After years of abuse from the police officer to whom she was married, Kristi had finally had enough. She swiftly grabbed his gun right from his belt as he lunged at her with his fist, and pulled the trigger until the magazine was empty. When it was all over, she took the handcuffs and leg shackles from his kit, locked them tightly in place around her wrists and ankles, and hobbled outside to her porch.

"Please send the police and the coroner," Kristi calmly asked the 911 operator. "I've just killed my husband. Make sure to tell the police I'm not a threat - I have disposed of the weapon and am already restrained in accordance with department policy. I intend to comply with their orders - please don't let them shoot me."

Without another word, Kristi ended the 911 call. She spent the next few minutes lounging on the porch, enjoying the sounds of nature and taking in the blue sky overhead. "I've heard stories about how they treat cop killers in jail," Kristi thought to herself. "Years upon years at a time left shackled in the hole in the dark. This might be my last chance to see the sky."

After a short while, it occurred to Kristi that she might like to experience the feeling of grass and dirt under her feet before the cops arrived to deliver her to a new life of bare soles on cold, rough prison concrete. So, she carefully shuffled from the porch toward the nearby pond, committing the sensations of cool grass and smooth stones under her feet to memory.

Off in the distance, Kristi could barely make out the sound of sirens wailing. "About time," she remarked to herself. Whatever happened from here, Kristi knew she'd never again experience freedom, or take another un-shackled step. And she didn't care - finally giving that abusive prick what he deserved was surely worth even the harshest punishment.

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Lilith and her girlfriends were not particularly concerned when they were arrested for taking Ecstacy in a foreign nightclub. Lilith even joked that spending a night in a sordid foreign prison cell was going to make for a great story back home. It wasn't until the trio found themselves at the country's labor camp the next day that they began to worry.

"Welcome to the Farm," the guard announced. "All of you are here because you have been sentenced to hard labor for life. Don't worry, though - even the strongest of you will struggle to survive here for more than a few months or so. The chains on your ankles are permanent - you'll be buried in them after I am finished with you. You won't wear shoes here, either, and since nobody leaves the farm alive, that means you've already worn shoes for the last time. The rest of your miserable lives will be spent barefoot and chained."

Lilith and her friends were frozen in silent horror as the guard continued his introduction. "You'll harvest fruit from the fields every morning. If you fail to generate more revenue than it costs us to keep you alive on any day, then you don't eat that day. Second offense is whipping. Third time and your dinner consists of a bullet to the back of the skull. In the afternoons, you'll do manual labor. Refuse, and get a whipping. Refuse two afternoons in a row and you get a bullet."

The girls began sobbing openly, earning them all a firm strike from the back of the guard's hand. "When not in the fields, being punished, or being tortured by the guards for fun, you'll be confined to the outdoor cage you woke up in. No air conditioning, no protection from the elements, and no running water. Now get to work!"

Another guard tossed a crate at the girls and prodded them toward the grapevine fields to begin their new lives.

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"So, that's it?," Jane's neighbor from down the hall asked. The young, tall, and handsome man stood in Jane's living room, nervously admiring his handiwork.

"Yep, that's it," Jane replied. "And it looks like you really prepared well! The ropework feels very secure. Look, Josh - I don't expect you understand this, but sometimes I just need to be tied up. Not being able to move or even speak helps me calm down. There is no point worrying about all my responsibilities and to-do lists when I am tied to my sofa."

"So, did you want to...I don't know...fool around or whatever?," Josh stammered.

Jane shook her head. "This isn't about that sort of stuff for me," she replied. "I called you over hear because I trusted you to be a gentleman about it. Keep your hands to yourself, and maybe we can make this a regular thing. Based on your stare, it is clear that you are enjoying this."

"Um, yeah, I guess," the neighbor stuttered in eembarrassment. "So, I guess I'll be back at 10:00 to let you out, then? Anything else before I go?"

"Don't forget the gag, please!," Jane chirped.

Josh dutifully forced the gag into Jane's mouth as requested. The young redhead quietly moaned into the rubber intruder, gracefully pulling at her restraints as if trying to escape her bonds.

"See you in a few hours," the neighbor offered as he saw himself out and returned to his apartment.

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"Oh my gosh - Hannah, is that you?!," Brenda bellowed from across the cell block. "Girl, I haven't seen you since junior college. Come give me a hug! Is today your first day?"

Hannah awkwardly shuffled in her chains toward her old friend. Despite her embarrassment, she was relieved to see a friendly face on what was otherwise the worst day of her life. "Oh, God, I am mortified," she whined as she leaned in to accept her old friend's embrace.

"Nonsense, hun! You have nothing to be embarrassed about," Brenda reassured. "All of us are one poor decision or unfortunate circumstance from being in your shoes. The guards all understand that, so we don't treat women any different just because they happen to be locked up."

"What shoes?," Hannah joked, gesturing down toward her bare feet.

"Pardon the expression," Brenda giggled. She moved in behind Hannah and ran her fingers through her hair to soothe her. "It really isn't so bad here," she told the scared new inmate. "Nothing like what you see on TV. In fact, a lot of inmates find incarceration to be relaxing. Just try to relax and enjoy the fact that you don't have to make any decisions here. Everything is handled - from the outfit you will wear to what you will have for dinner."

"And we don't even have to wear shoes," Hannah added with a chuckle. "Never cared much for footwear anyway." Hannah took a deep breath and began to calm down. "I'm so glad I ran into you," she told Brenda. "Would you take a picture with me? This will make for a great story with the old girl gang when I get out."

"Of course!," Brenda exclaimed. Enlisting another guard to serve as photographer, Brenda posed for several pics with her old friend.

"Would you like me to show you to your cell?," Brenda offered when they had finished taking pictures. "I'm off at 8, but I'll hang around so I can check in on you at lights out - that first night is always the hardest."

"You have no idea how much that would mean to me," Hannah replied, feeling much less intimidated and scared than she had when she'd stepped off the transport bus a couple hours earlier.

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"No, no, no, no!," Katarina panicked. "I'm supposed to be released tomorrow - this isn't happening!"

The young inmate was on her way back from her last day of working on the chain gang when the transport bus crashed violently. Disoriented by head injury she sustained, Katarina had made the decision to march barefoot through the woods to find help. As she heard the search party's loudspeaker, her heart sank:

"Katarina Ivanov - you are completely surrounded. Turn yourself in peacefully while you have the chance! An extra ten years for escape sounds bad, but it's much better than being shot on sight!" Katarina recognized the warden's voice over the loudspeaker.

"But I didn't escape!," the prisoner cried, sobbing in despair. "I was trying to find help. Seconds later, the warden's posse burst through the treeline. "Freeze!," a guard commanded.

Katarina collapsed in defeat. "Warden, please. This wasn't an escape! I went to find help for the prisoners injured in the crash. You have to believe me! I can't do ten more years hobbling barefoot along the highway - I just can't!"

"Take the escapee back to prison," the warden instructed a guard. "I want her kept in the hole until we can get her convicted and sentenced for the escape."

Katarina could only sob in frustration as she guard roughly pulled her to her feet and shoved her toward his police cruiser.

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Roxanne was shocked to open the package from the State Police to find a set of combination restraints. She read the enclosed letter:

"Roxanne Wells, our records indicate that you have an outstanding sentence of 30 months imprisonment resulting from a reckless driving conviction in April 2020. Your sentence was originally deferred due to COVID-19 response processes. The governor has ordered that all deferred sentenced be served beginning August 25, 2024. Please use the enclosed restraints to turn yourself in. Once locked in place, a small embedded transmitter will alert the State Police of your surrender and a Trooper will be dispatched to transport you to prison. Please be reminded that inmates are strictly prohibited from wearing footwear of any kind, and any inmates wearing shoes or socks at the point of surrender will be subject to disciplinary measures. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Well, this was going to catch up with me sooner or later," Roxanne muttered as she removed the combination restraint from the box. She locked the smaller set of cuffs around her wrists without hesitation before leaning down to apply the larger set to her ankles. As soon as she'd done so, she received a text message. Shuffling over to her phone, she grabbed it and read the message.

"Thank you for your cooperation! Your surrender has been recorded. We are currently experiencing a Trooper transport delay. We estimate that your assigned Trooper will arrive in approximately 18 hours."

"Welp, guess that's one extra night of freedom for me!," Roxanne thought. She hobbled into her kitchen to grab a bottle of wine from the fridge. As she slowly learned to move in her restraints, Roxanne joked to herself, "Well, maybe not TOTAL freedom."

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The young agents' training had failed to prepare them for their current predicament. Made as double agents and captured during their first mission, the poor young women were thoroughly bound and forced to watch as their captors stripped them of their footwear, exposing their bare feet.

"Did you know the human body has more nerve endings in the soles of the feet than any other part of the body?," the agents' interrogator taunted. "My bet is that you will both be begging to share whatever intelligence you have in fewer than ten strokes, even with the knowledge that nothing you say will save you from disappearing permanently into one of our gulags.

Resigned to their fate, both of the young agents shrieked in pain with each blow of the interrogator's rod, struggling to maintain the will to keep their secrets to themselves.

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24-year-old Chloe was already partially strapped into the chair when they brought her twin sister in to allow the two to say their goodbyes. "Why, Chloe?," her twin sister demanded between sobbing. "Why would you waive all your appeals? My lawyer told me I've probably got 20 years until my case runs its course - and that's if they even bother to execute me at all! You don't even have 20 minutes!"

"I told you," Chloe replied in a low voice. "I'm not gonna grovel and beg for my life over and over again for the next couple decades. Especially to beg for mercy for a crime we didn't even commit!"

Once the sisters exchanged their goodbyes, the prison staff worked swiftly to prepare Chloe. The young girl yelped in panic as the executioner fastened the electrode to her head. With all the restraint straps tightly buckled in place, the executioner stood at the control panel and read the warrant. "Chloe Davis, you have been convicted of Espionage and sentenced to death via electrocution. Do you have any last words?"

"Tell my sister I'm sorry I got her wrapped up in all this. I'm ready, sir."

Chloe stared directly in front of her in attempt to maintain her composure, as the final seconds until midnight audibly clicked away on the clock over her shoulder...

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With just two short months to go before their nuptials, Liz’s fiancé became worried that the couple’s as-yet untested sexual compatibility would be a complication, so he decided he needed to confess his desires. “Look, Liz,” he said nervously; “I love that we’re waiting until our wedding night, but there are some...preferences I have that I don’t want you to be surprised by.” “You mean the bondage?,” Liz interrupted, causing him to turn red in embarrassment. “Yeah, I picked up on that - you aren’t as subtle as you think. Don’t worry - I have been looking forward to tying some knots as soon as we tie the knot! If it would make you feel better, we could try it now - I already bought some toys for the big night. Just got to keep our clothes on so temptation does’t lead to a mistake.” Greatly relieved, Liz’s boyfriend immediately set about placing his wife to be in a complex web of rope on her bed. “Also, about the clothes,” he said; “does that apply to footwear? I’d really prefer if I could remove your shoes and socks.” “Of course, honey!,” Liz exclaimed. “Heck, you can take them to the dumpster for all I care. I shouldn’t need them so long as you pay all the bills.”

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“I’ve got to get out of here,” Molly thought as she hopelessly pulled at her restraints. “Nobody uses real handcuffs and ball-gags for a simple burglary, and I haven’t heard him moving around taking stuff. He must be waiting for nightfall to drag me out of here to do Lord knows what.” Summoning her strength and courage, Molly bunny-hopped through her apartment to the front door. As she frantically felt around in the darkness for the door knob, the door opened - seems her bounding across the living room had alerted her captor. Molly soaked the inside of her blindfold in tears and screamed into her gag as the man picked her up and carried her back inside. “Whoa, easy honey!,” he mocked. “No need to rush - it will be dark soon, and then we can be on our way.”

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“Holy shit, are you alright? What the hell happened?!” Jen’s classmate and friend had let himself into her apartment for the study date they’d planned, only to find her bound on the couch. “Oh hey,” Jen replied casually, without any hint of embarrassment or duress. “I’m glad you’re here. Seems my knot practice has paid off. I meant to wrap up before you got here, but I got a little stuck.” “Wait, you did this to yourself?,” he asked. “So, I guess the study date is off? Do you need some help with the...with your...” “Self-bondage?,” Jen interrupted. “It’s called self-bondage. And yeah, I’d love some help - there’s only so tightly a girl can tie herself. Maybe you could hogtie me? Always dreamed of being hogtied. But, we should probably start with studying - I’m worried about this exam.” “I actually meant do you need help getting loose,” Jen’s friend mumbled. “ but whatever floats your boat.” He shifted in his seat attempting to hide his growing erection as he grabbed a textbook and started quizzing his happily bound captive.

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The lady of the house was none too pleased with the fact that her husband had come home with a new slave. With her young good looks and her weak frame with no muscle, the lady assumed the new slave was good for only one job - one the lady was not about to share. After placing the young lady in a punishing tie, the lady took her seat in the courtyard with a book. “Listen, young lady,” she said sternly. “You are not welcome here. Your best bet is to willfully disobey Him at every turn. Best case, He sells you off for breeding; worst case, he makes an example of you to the other slaves by hanging you in the barn. I promise you that either of those are preferable to what I will do. To that end, are you familiar with bullet ants? This area is infested with them - they’re so named because their sting is comparable to the pain of a gunshot wound. Any minute now, the first group of them will find their way up your dress to the whore cunt your owner so carelessly left uncovered under your dress. Your feet and legs are sure to make good targets, too. Once they begin their attack, I’m sure you’ll see things may way.” The poor young slave cried out in pain as the ants started stinging their way up her legs as if they were attacking on command. “Shut up, whore!,” the lady yelled. “Heed my warning - this is just the beginning. By the time Master returns home tonight, you’ll be begging for the noose!”