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Summer Vacation
by Zeferage
(Comments, suggestions and other emails are welcomed.) Zeferage@yahoo.com
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PART I
Kim stood up, drenched with sweat, stretching her tired and aching muscles as she looked around her garden. Weeds had been springing up like crazy over the past couple of weeks, thanks to all the rain. Up until now there had been little that could be done, Kim had been working overtime so she could have the next couple of weeks off, worry free, with her husband.
John, her husband, was supposed to have time off as well. No sooner did he get back from his last 'short' journey, than his company called him right back for some type of emergency, and now he's off again for at least two weeks. Today would have been the first nice sunny day the two of them could have been together in months.
'Yes, the first sunny day,' thought Kim. 'A nice day, a day without rain, a warm day, actually a hot day, actually a hot, humid, sticky, bug filled god awful day to be here...aaaaarrrr' she groaned through clenched teeth. 'No John, no sex, no bondage..' this time letting out a loud, angry groan that carried both into her loins and up to the house where her step-daughter and friend were relaxing by the pool.
"Are you OK, Kim?" Lisa called, leaning over the deck railing.
"I'm fine sweetie," Kim called to her step-daughter, as she shuddered from the sudden rush of excitement. "The garden's just very aggravating at the moment, that's all."
" Mrs. H. why don't you come up and relax for the evening, its almost dinner time," Wanda called.
"Yeah Kim, you've been working in the garden most the day. You need to relax a little."
'You know Kim, you need to relax a bit, this is why you are on vacation, and you know what they say about all work and no play. Besides, Lisa is back from college for summer vacation, this might be some good bonding time.' Kim smiled at her little joke, she loved bondage, "Alright, I'll be there in a few minutes. I just need to change first." A tingling sensation had started earlier today in her groin area, just after lunch, which had made working much more pleasurable. Every now and then, Kim would reach between her legs to try to take the edge off, but this only made it worse. Now, while walking to the house, the sensation changed to a powerful, lustful feeling which pulsated outwards from her loins, making the walk challenging. With every step, the need to give herself an orgasm increased, the perspiration now forming on her body was due not from the heat but by the sexual energy now building within her. By shear determination did Kim manage not to throw herself to the ground but kept walking
Kim walked up to her bedroom to change into her bathing suit. Trying to put aside her lustful feelings, she thought of the past several years, with John divorcing his first wife, in a very bitter and nasty divorce. Lisa took the divorce hard, as most kids do, but tended to side with her father over most matters. When Kim and John married last year, Lisa was thrilled for her father and not only showed no animosity toward Kim, but befriended Kim in a gracious, loving manner, much to Kim's relieve.
While stripping her clothes, Kim decided on a conservative one-piece bathing suit, not that her body did any injustice to a bikini. Quit the contrary, for being 34 she had a great physical appearance, standing at five foot five, and a lean 125 pounds, with her breasts at a nice perky C size. Just that with Wanda being here, Lisa's best friend, Kim did not wish to seem like she was flaunting her already excited body. Especially since lunch, just thinking about sex and bondage started making her horny, and seeing Wanda with her skimpy bikini on, Lisa too for that matter, brought on sexual feelings she had not felt in many years. She was not surprised, as she slipped off her bra, to find her nipples rock solid, but was surprised about how sensitive they were as she touched them, bringing a new rush of excitement and a soft moan. Trying not to think about it, she slid her panties off, noticing how damp they where, and the sweet aroma which now filled the room made her a tad lightheaded.
'What has come over you, Kim? Any little movement or thought about sex is making you very horny,' Kim thought to herself. But instead of answering, she stared at herself in a full length mirror, watching her breasts move up and down with her respirations as if under some hypnotically enhanced spell. Her hands came up from her sides, encircling her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples, sending shivers of excitement through her body! A noise outside briefly interrupted her thoughts. Shaking her head, Kim reached for her swim suit, but it slipped out of her fingers and fell to the floor besides her gym bag.
This particular bag did not contain her gym gear, but much of their bondage gear. Instead of the swimsuit, her hand, as if it had a mind of its own, grabbed the gym bag and dumped the contents onto her bed. Looking down upon the assortment of ropes, handcuffs, gags, blindfolds, and other items, a feeling of erotic bliss swept over her. Kim loved bondage, so did her husband and they played every time they where together. But the demands placed on her and her husband by their jobs over the last several months caused a serious lack of good quality play time, and now lust, which she had denied herself, began to consume her.
Kim's no stranger to self-bondage, she loved that helpless feeling. Thinking back to a time before meeting John, Kim would tie herself many different ways and in many different situations, trying to reach new levels of a sensual high. Incorporating a risk of discovery was one such way which Kim produced thrilling self bondage adventures. At first this was accomplished just by walking or standing in front of an open window, though the lights where off so the possibility of someone seeing her was quite low. Over time the risks partaken grew in both audacity and complexity, she knew she was good at it, but as with anything, once overconfidence sets in, mistakes will happen. One such mistake, or her unconscious mind wanting to, led her to being discovered by John, who at the time was just a great next door neighbor, and good looking!
John, though not well experienced, loved bondage as well and caught on very quickly, and very well, to being a dominant lover. His ability to bring her to new levels of previously unachievable highs were unbelievable and the fulfillment she felt afterwards was by far superior to anything she could of done to herself. Kim's and John's favorite was when John brought her to the brink of an orgasm and held her there as she squirmed from within the confines of her captivity, pleading with her innocent, but wanting, puppy dog eyes overtop of her gag to him . . were truly the most amazing, blissful moments of her life.
But now, after months of sexual deprivation, and a day of hard work, Kim felt her old desire of self bondage coming back rather forcefully. With her hand unconsciously playing between her legs, the other pinching her one nipple, 'Why not?' Kim thought to herself, 'I deserve a few minutes of satisfaction!' She was able to hear the girls talking on the patio, so she knew where they were.
Knowing this could not be long and must be kept simple, she picked up a large foam type ball gag and inserted the ball deep into the confines of her mouth and buckled the strap behind her head. Glancing at a full length mirror and seeing her nude, tanned, gagged, sweat-glistened body starring back, her swelling passionate desire started consuming her. With hormones raging, Kim quickly reached for a set of ankle cuffs, with a 12 inch connecting chain, and locked them into place. Next came some rope, encircling her chest just below her breasts and tying the ends between her breasts, which left about three feet of rope at each end. Taking one end and wrapping the rope around her right breast at its base, then the other end to her left breast, tightening just a bit to give a squeezing sensation, then tied the ends in the middle again. Finally, placing and locking a belt around her waist, one with a D-ring in the back and a set of handcuffs padlocked to it. Without waiting a single second she reached behind her, placed her wrists into the handcuffs and locked them into place.
Now bound hand and foot, by her own hand, she began to test the limits of her immobility. Shifting her arms right then left, up and down, knowing she was trapped, sent her sexual urge into overdrive. The gag, preventing her from anything but incoherent sounds, coupled with the light pressure upon her breasts intensified the feeling of helplessness and desire. Her feet achieving the small shuffling steps allowed by the chain gave her that small amount of rubbing between her legs which fuelled her fire but could not take her over the top. With the handcuffs locked to the D-ring, she could not reach her aching pussy to relieve herself of that burning desire. Kim was in bondage heaven.
A heaven that by now was so hormonally filled nothing short of an earthquake could break through. The pent-up frustrations of the past months completely forgotten. The void being filled by the rapidly approaching, but not yet achievable, orgasm. But the real dilemma was how long could she keep herself like this before one of the kids came to look for her, brought her to the edge of the abyss
Slowly circling her room in a fog of sexual arousal, time seemed to slow down. Feeling the foam ball as it filled the crevices of her mouth, with her breathable air rushing through her flaring nostrils, every breath she took reverberated through her chest and stomach into her loins. The feeling upon her chest as it rose, tightening her breast bondage, her nipples rigid, throbbing from want of attention. Kim felt and heard every link in the handcuff's chain as it moved when she shifted her arms, every step producing its own distinctive joys. The combined sensations were music to her ears. Kim could no longer fight, she needed to surrender to her desires.
Fighting through tears of frustration and joy, Kim shuffled her way to the bed. Bending at the knees, she reached for a 8 inch dildo shaped vibrator. Carefully lifting the vibrator with her fingers until she could grasp the handle and turned it on high. Throwing herself onto the bed, landing on her stomach, parted her knees as wide as possible, started massaging her clitoris. With her hands cuffed and attached to the belt, Kim could only apply the tip of the vibrator and could not supply the force she wanted but this only heightened and prolonged the inevitable.
No longer able to control herself, Kim began her dance of sexual ecstasy, reaching the limit of her bonds she rubbed the vibrator as hard and as fast as possible over her drenched pussy, rolling from side to side, flexing then straightening her knees, trying to rub her loins into the bed. The struggling was reaching its zenith as stars and flashes of light appeared from behind her closed eyelids. The gag held back much of the noise, but the moaning and grunting were still very audible throughout the room, which Kim heard but could care less about, her only thought was on her approaching orgasm.
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