The ultimate swim challenge and The non-freediving challenge

[dirty mind fun]

2 short stories that I wrote some time ago. Both are about swimming in bondage going horribly wrong.  Disclaimer: don't try this yourself, or do this to others. For obvious reasons.

The ultimate swim challenge


Celeste reaches her destination at the edge of the cliff and puts down her heavy backpack. She enjoys the view in the morning sun, warm but not hot yet. Over a hundred feet below her, the surf breaks on the rocks. They say that sometimes, on a stormy day, the surf breaks so violently that the spray is coming as high as she is standing now. The other tourists in the resort are not yet awake this early, so few people spotted her walking here in her black latex catsuit and none took the time to question her what she was doing.
It has been her ultimate fantasy to perform this challenge since puberty. Both a thrillseeker on one hand, and a kinky bondage bitch on the other hand, she set her limits high. Extremely dangerously high.
She takes from her backpack what she needs. A 20 poud dumbell. A challenge on itself to carry it here over the small steep cliff road. A chain, 6 foot long. Handcuffs. Manacles for her neck and ankles. And some padlocks.
She will chain herself to the dumbell and cuff her hands behind her back. With the keyring holding her escape keys in her hands, she will jump off the cliff. If she fails to unlock herself, for sure she will drown. That's the challenge, that gives her the tingling feeling between her legs.

The anticipation is intense, as she stands there on the cliff edge. Taking a deep breath, she steps forward and plunges into the deep blue waters below. The crash of the waves against her body is invigorating. She can feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she plunges deeper and deeper into the murky depths of the ocean. With every second that passes, she feels more and more alive. The fear of not making it back to the surface keeps her focused and determined as she struggles with the heavy chain attached to her wrists and ankles.
Sinking through the deep waters, her heart races with excitement and fear. She is free-falling in more ways than one, unsure of what fate awaits her at the bottom. With every passing moment, her chances of success diminish, but her determination to beat the odds remains strong. As she finally reaches the depths of the ocean, she strains against the restraints binding her hands behind her back, desperately trying to escape them and make her way back to safety.

Then she realizes that she does not have the keyring anymore. Now she is truly stuck, destined to drown. A surge of panic runs through her body as the reality of her situation hits her. She had come so far, but with no way to escape, she was doomed to a watery grave. Her mind begins racing, thinking of any solution that could possibly save her. Her lungs start burning. Every second counts as she frantically scours the area for a way out. But is so dark that it is impossible to spot anything smaller than a foot in diameter, let alone the so urgently needed keys. Desperately she lunges for the surface, only to be dragged down immediately by the 20 pound dumbell.
The seconds tick by, and she can feel her time slipping away. The burning in her lungs becomes unbearable. She knows now with certaincy that, this time, she took the challenge one step too far. She lets the air escape from her lungs and inhales water. Slowly her sight becomes blurry- she is about to lose consciousness. Her last thought is of defeat; she has failed to save herself. As darkness takes over, the reality sets in- this is the end for her.

Some kids find the backpack and take it home as souvenir, not knowing what happened. Her body is never recovered.




The non-freediving challenge

Feeling the group pressure, Cindy carefully secured the weight around her waist and stepped towards the edge of the rock. Taking a deep breath, she held her nerves together
as she jumped in with the heavy chain attached to her. Underwater, her mind raced as she scrambled to unlock herself from the weighty chains binding her.
With a final push of effort, she freed herself from the burden, emerging victorious from the challenge!
As she waded to the shore, she shouted: "Miranda, when is your turn?


It all started 2 years ago. After the disappearance of their friend from their BDSM community Celeste, when on holiday, rumors started to circulate among the members of the BDSM circle.
Celeste, creative in her dares as she was, has told about her fantasy of jumping in the sea while chained and secured to a weight, only to unlock herself when underwater.
People started to say that she must have tried it, but that something has gone wrong, and that she must have drowned.
Celeste's disappearance had left the BDSM circle in shock, but one year later, a group of girlfriends have formed that called themselves Celestes Mermaids.
They all vowed to repeat the challenge that must have proved fatal to Celeste. Twice a year Celeste's mermaids took the challenge of non-freediving as an opportunity to go on an adventure.
They booked a flight to a rented apartment in a warm place and indulged in BDSM games every day. And at least one of them would take a plunge into the deep while chained.
It was a beautiful happening each time, and the mermaids enjoyed the freedom of exploration it offered. They inspired each other with their courage and determination to try something new
and break free from their comfort zone.


Miranda said, "Ummmmmm I don't know if I am ready."
"Come on, you haven't done it yet", said Cindy. "You can not call yourself a full member yet. When are you taking the plunge?"
All looked at Miranda.
Miranda, although into bondage, was secretly not really a fan of this challenge. But she had an eye on Claire, the on and off girlfriend of Miranda and the core of the group.
Two times this holiday she was able to convince Claire to make love to her.
Claire said: "We are here with 6 women, and only one has never taken on the non-freediving challenge. If you do it, I will eat your pussy every night for the rest of the holiday."
That was just too tempting for Miranda. "Every night? Really? I can not say no to this. Can I still go today?" "No," Claire replied. "We already scheduled a mock crucifixion today. Besides,
we first have to cement an eye bolt in a piece of rock. It needs time to harden out. Tomorrow at sunrise we can give it a go, so we can celebrate it all day afterward."
"OK that is fair enough, tomorrow then. I am looking forward to it."
That afternoon they enjoyed lunch, tied redhead Ann to a cross and had turns whipping her and eating her pussy. In the evening they had wine and more games with each other,
a memorable night for all of them, with for several among them rope marks and whip marks to prove it the next morning.


The next morning, they woke up before dawn and had a light breakfast with coffee. They put on their latex catsuits, packed chains, padlocks cuffs and manacles in a backpack
and went underway along the trail up the cliff. So early in the morning, chances of meeting other people were next to zero along the trail.
Ann carried the 25-pound rock and Cindy the backpack, which was also pretty heavy with all the metal inside. They reached the small clearing at the edge of the cliff and took out all the contents
from the backpack to lay them in the grass. Several of them took out their phones to record everything for holiday memories. Putting aside her fears,
full of anticipation of romantic nights with Cindy, Miranda put shackles on her feet, linked to a chain around her waist. The rock was also linked to the waist chain.
A massive collar went around her neck, also linked to her waist chain. To complete the bondage, she secured her hands behind her back with medieval-looking cuffs.
Ann teased her: "You can still chicken out if you are a chicken instead of a chick."
Miranda took a deep breath, and said, pretending to be more certain than she wanted to admit, said: "No I will not step back. Give me the keys,
I will only use them at the bottom of the sea." Cindy put the keyring in her hand. All started counting down. "Three. Two. One. GO!"
Miranda leaped forward, dragging the weight along. With a loud yell, she plunged into the deep. All were looking down and recording, to see when she would come to the surface with anticipation.
And they were waiting.


All but Cindy. She had a satisfied smile on her face. She knew that they could wait forever. She had switched the keyring for another one with false keys. No one would take Claire away from her.