Unexpected circumstances.

Unexpected Circumstances.

Chapter 4.

When I finally roused from my self bondage fueled exhaustion, I rolled sleepily over and started to stretch my arms and legs then was quickly shocked  into reality as my limbs refused to move more than a few inches. My eyes flew open only to be greeted with the blackness of the inside of the hood covering my face, which made me scream in panic as I frantically struggled against the steel restraints stopping me from stretching my limbs out into a more comfortable position.

My mind finally clicked into gear and I remembered why I was in such a cramped position, hogtied by steel and hooded on the carpet. I purred wantonly as my mind drifted back to what I'd subjected myself to hours before, until I remembered I still had the second portion of my latest self bondage session to complete, getting free. I wracked my brain trying to remember just what I'd done the previous evening until eventually thoughts of my self release mechanism filtered into my head.

I grunted despairingly as I recalled how I'd set the ice cube filled stocking in the ensuite then had ventured back to my bedroom to put myself into my steel restraints. Right now, I wished I hadn't worked myself into such a sexual frenzy, especially now that my bladder was sending messages to my brain screaming for relief.

I thought again of what I'd done before I'd passed out, then remembered I'd subjected myself to my self imposed confinement while lying at the foot of the bed. Slowly I edged to my left, then began slithering my way across the carpet. Each movement forward was painstakingly slow and also devilishly tormenting as the jerking of my arms and legs only served to further remind me of the pressing need to empty my bladder.

I realized after moving only a few feet just how much sighted people take their everyday lives for granted. I'd lived in this house for nearly seven years, and while the distance from the end of my bed to the ensuite door is perhaps only fifteen feet, until this morning I'd never thought about committing the layout of my home to memory. Now, enshrouded in darkness by the hood still covering my head, as I made my painstakingly slow progress across the carpet, I had to force myself to remember the layout of my own bedroom!

Each movement as I worked my way across the carpet caused my nipples to scratch against the lace of my bra and shamefully harden in arousal as my tits were mashed against the floor  beneath me. Each jerk of my legs and arms served only to remind me of the plug filling my ass and the dildo that had been trapped in my slick slit for hours. I had no idea how long it took me to finally cross that short distance and only knew I had when my shoulders and upper chest finally made contact with the cool tiled floor.

The contrast of temperatures between the carpet and the tiles of the ensuite brought a groan of wanton lust from my gagged lips as my upper body eased onto the tiled floor and my nipples immediately responded to the coolness through the lace of my bra. As the aroused peaks strained at the flimsy lace, I steeled myself to carry on and inched my way forward, groaning and moaning more as the turgid nubs capping my breasts scraped across the tiles.

I knew I was close to where I had to be, the towel railing only being a few feet from the doorway. With half my quest for the keys now completed I still had to get them in my gloved hands and free myself from the bindings that had driven me to multiple orgasms of such enormity the night before. I worked my way completely into the ensuite then paused, my chest heaving and my breath rasping hard through the opening of the gag I'd chosen the night before.

Just as I'd had to recall the layout of my bedroom, I methodically ran through the layout of the ensuite in my mind while I gathered some composure. I inched slowly forward again, each movement once again reminding me of the chain pressing tormentingly against my pantied clit, as well as my need to relieve my straining bladder, until finally I felt the smooth curved rim of the bowl I'd brought in the night before caress the upper portion of my right arm. Deeply I sighed as I realized my release was now only a matter of minutes away.

I continued slithering across the tiles until finally my cuffed and gloved hands ran along the rim of the bowl. I slipped a hand into the bowl and was immediately reminded of my need to pee when my gloved fingertips came in contact with the water in the bowl that had the night before been the ice blocks I'd placed inside the stocking hanging from the towel rail. I groaned deeply behind the ring gag keeping my mouth open while I worked my wet satin covered fingers around in the bowl then eventually discovered the keyring with the two keys I needed for my release.

The keys now in my possession and my freedom only a matter of a couple of minutes away, I forced myself to remain patient then found the handcuff key and started maneuvering it towards the lock on the steel bracelets around my wrists. I slipped the key into the lock or the cuff around my left wrist and turned it, my bind buoyant with the prospect of release then shrieked in desperation as the handcuff refused to open.

Again and again I tried it to no avail, each time shrieking and grunting despairingly as thoughts of being found as I was by Andy and the boys when they got home started to fill my mind. I pulled the key from that handcuff and placed it into my other hand then decided to try and unlock that one. Again, the cuff refused to release and once more a frustrated gagged scream ripped from my throat.

The way I'd restrained myself the night before I knew I couldn't unlock the padlock holding all three chains together. I started to panic as a plethora of different scenarios of being humiliatingly discovered in my self imposed bondage ran through my mind. And then it dawned on me that I'd double locked the handcuffs and leg irons to safeguard against them over tightening! Once again I set to my task of unlocking the steel bracelets around my gloved wrists, this time pushing the spike at the end of the key into the small hold on the edge of the cuff before I sought out the keyhole. To my delight and relief the lock turned and the cuff around my left wrist sprang open finally freeing me from my self imposed imprisonment.

With my left hand now freed, I made short work of unlocking the cuff around my right wrist. Hands now freed, I reached up for the buckles on the head harness gag that had kept my jaw forced open for several hours, unbuckled them then finally prised the ring from between my teeth. “Thank god!” I sighed deeply as I worked my jaw a little and finally was able to close my mouth. I ripped the black spandex off my head and and squinted as the light hit my eyes for the first time in several hours, before finally opening them fully so I could focus my gaze on the remainder of my restraints.

Now with both hands free and the hood off my head I quickly unlocked and removed the rest of my steel bindings, then stretched my legs and slowly rubbed my satin covered hands up and down my stockinged legs. “Oh god that feels good.” I sighed as I took several minutes caressing my ebony nylon encased legs then finally I rose to my feet, clutching the towel rail tightly as I did. “Kinky slut!” I hissed teasingly at my reflection in the mirror on the outside of the medicine cabinet then grinned and winked before answering myself. “You better fucking believe it!”

I glanced down at the assortment of glittering steel on the tiled floor at my feet then reached out and toed the chain, handcuffs and leg irons forward across the floor until they slid into the corner beside the bath. I then looked at the torn nylon tied to the towel rail and hanging over the top of the bowl where the keys had fallen. My head tilted to the side for a moment and I wondered just how long it had taken the ice to melt and how I'd have reacted the night before if I hadn't passed out from my multi orgasmic bliss and been forced to wait for those two blocks of frozen water to melt so I could extricate myself from my steel subjugation. “I wonder what time it is?” I then murmured softly before I turned and walked out of the ensuite, my fuck me heels still padlocked around my ankles, the dildo and butt plug once again reminding me of their presence in my nether holes.

When I stepped back into the bedroom, my legs still a little unsteady and shaking from the events of both the night before and my slithering struggle across the floor to freedom only a few minutes earlier, I looked towards the bedside table and the glaring digital numbers on the clock thereon. 7:27. “Oh my god!” I exclaimed as I saw the time. I grabbed the white silk kimono Andy had bought me a year earlier when he'd been sent to Japan on business, then raced downstairs to the den, pulling the kimono on as I went.

When I reached the den and slid into the seat behind the desk, the faint glow of a green LED caught my eye. I tilted my head slightly while wondering why the power light on the computer was still on, then moved the mouse and gasped as the screen burst into life. Right there before my eyes was a picture from one of the self bondage web sites I'd referenced the night before, a woman bound with chains, including one through her crotch as I'd worn all night, emblazoned in brilliant color on the screen.

I ignored the image as much as I could while I proceeded to log into my internet email account. My heart sank as the expectation of another chance after the previous night's debacle evaporated when I saw there had been no reply from Sir to my late night email. Disheartened, but by no means destroyed,  I shut the computer down and set about calling the local tyre stores to enquire which one could come over to my home and replace the pair of flats I had. After finally finding one, and agreeing on the price, which I was sure was elevated due to it being a holiday weekend, I headed back upstairs.

As I stepped back into the bedroom, I shed the kimono and headed into my walk in dressing room. I swiftly unlocked the padlocks on the ankle straps of my shoes then shed the stilettos I'd been forced to wear all night during my self bondage escapade, then made my way back into the  ensuite.  Twenty minutes later I re-emerged then dressed simply. White satin and lace bra, matching thong, figure hugging faded blue jeans, and a coral pink vee necked angora sweater. “Something simple, yet still sexy today Alex.” I said brightly as I slipped my feet into a pair of sandals then headed back downstairs. Just as I reached the bottom, there was a knock at the door. The tyre man had arrived. I showed him the car, told him what I needed then headed down the street to get the morning paper.

Fifteen minutes later I returned home and the tyre guy had already removed the offending tyres from my car and was in the process of changing the first one over. I stepped past him, headed inside and made a cup of tea then sat down and started reading the paper. I was in the middle of reading an article on a revolutionary treatment for breast cancer when I heard my cell phone ring and raced to get it. “Henderson, Barnes and Associates. Alexandra Harris speaking.” I answered in my most professional manner, expecting the call to be business, considering the cell phone was supplied by the company I work for.

“Good morning Monica.”

The voice on the other end of the line was sexily gravelly, the tone of it whiskey smooth. I knew it immediately and didn't need to hear the tell tale name he called me. “How did you get this number!” I hissed into the phone, my voice hushed to try and conceal my utter surprise at Sir calling me.

“From you.” he replied simply. “Last night when you called me, you used this number.”

I gasped again and clamped my hand over my mouth as I remembered being petrified of using the house phone in case Andy asked whose number it was. “What do you want?” I asked, panic rising inside me and clearly reflected in my husky voice, while at the same time my crotch .started tingling and instinctively my hand dived between my denim sheathed legs.

“Well, I just thought I'd call to see if had any luck getting your car fixed.” Sir said simply. “I didn't mean to upset you.” he then added, apologizing for startling me.

My mouth dropped open and I stood there stunned. After yet another no show with him, then speaking to him like he was a stalker or a boyfriend who just didn't grasp the concept of it's over, he'd once again shown me the other side of him I adored. The side of him that simply cared about other people.

“The uh tyre guy's here right now. Thank you for asking.” I finally managed to answer once I regained control of myself.

“Would you like to join me for a late breakfast?” he then asked.

Again my heart skipped a beat and my mouth dropped open. “E...excuse me?” I asked in awe. I couldn't believe the man whom the night before I'd intended to let tie me up and fuck me in any way, or hole he desired, had now simply asked me to breakfast.

“I'm just about to head to Alfredo's in Brunswick and have a late breakfast.” Sir repeated. “I thought you might like to join me.”

“I...I'd love to!” I exclaimed like a tittering schoolgirl who'd just been asked out by the boy she'd had a crush on for years. My pulse raced as I stood there digesting over and over in my mind the fact I'd been asked out, and that the previous evening's debacle when I'd set off full of hope to be Sir's bondage toy and also cheat on my husband may yet be rescued and come to fruition.

“Great.” Sir said. “I'll see you there. Take care and drive safely.” he then said before he ended the call.

I stood stunned for a full thirty seconds trying to comprehend what had just transpired when a persistent rapping at the front door broke me from my reverie. I made my way to the door only to see the tyre man, who promptly told me my car's tyres had been changed. I thanked him politely then signed his invoice. As soon as his service van pulled out of the driveway, I raced back upstairs to change, my thoughts once again turning to Sir and the prospect of being his bondage bunny for the rest of the holiday weekend.