Summer’s Fantasies

By Tappy McWidestance

Editor’s Note: This story was written for a very special woman who confessed her fantasies to me through several role playing phone calls. As usual the names have been changed to protect the guilty. I hope you enjoy it as much as she did.

My name is Summer. I am in my early 30’s, single with brown curly hair and curves in all the right places. I am not a rail thin model type, but I blessed as I am with an ample chest and I still turn heads whenever I show off some cleavage or wear a bathing suit. I guess I would say I’ve got a girl next door look. I’m not glamorous, but I’m still easy on the eyes. Publicly if you were one of my friends or worked with me you would think I’m pretty conservative. I drink occasionally, but at work outings I never get drunk and out of control. I date occasionally and sometimes stay with a guy for a few months, but have yet to find Mr. Right. But that is not to say I don’t sometimes settle for Mr. Right-Now. You see beneath my plain Jane exterior is a seething caldron of passion. I learned early in life how to pleasure myself. In fact, if I don’t orgasm at least twice a day I really begin to turn into a bitch.

Few guys have been able to keep up with my sexual needs for more than a short while so I usually just take matters into my own hands unless I’m particularly horny in which case I’ll tart myself up, head to a bar in a nearby city (I don’t want to accidently run into friends) and let myself be picked-up for a few hours of carnal pleasure. I always feel guilty when I’m leaving the guy’s house or apartment, but with the itch between my legs temporarily satisfied, they guilt fades pretty quickly. Of course by the next afternoon my pussy is feeling the need again to relieve my lusts so it’s back to my vibrators, dildos and other fun items in my toy collection.

Even if you knew my “normal” persona and happened to meet me on one of my sex quests, I’m sure I could just dispel your concerns with a simple tale of feeling lonely. But if you happened to discover my real passion, discover what really makes me cum hard, I guarantee you would think differently about me. You see, in college I discovered an entire subculture of people who thought the way I did. People who were turned on by the things that make my pussy drip and my clit quiver. When I was growing up and my friends and I would play “cowboys and Indians” or other innocent role playing games. I would always play the part of a damsel in distress needing to be rescued. I’d hold my wrists together behind my back and pretend to be tied up. It was all in good fun. A neighbor boy always wanted to be the sheriff and he always liberated me from whomever was playing the bad guy.

These games were not sexual. We were far too young and naďve for that. I gave away my virginity in high school to a steady boyfriend. I never came with him, but I didn’t know any better. I was his first sexual partner and he didn’t know how to please me. In retrospect I didn’t really know how to please him either, but he wasn’t too concerned as the mere act of putting his penis in me and thrusting a couple of times would make him squirt. It wasn’t until I was in college that I dated an older more experienced guy who helped me cum. Our first time being intimate he went down on me and then rubbed my clit while he fingered me. I’d never had oral or masturbated at that point of my life and I came so hard I scared myself. He seemed proud of his abilities and my reaction to what he’d done. That night I sucked my first cock, rode my first cock (my HS boyfriend always wanted to be on top) and took my first load of man goo in my mouth. I loved everything.

So began my decent into sexual pleasure. I found masturbation to be almost as satisfying without the headaches of having a partner. I had to be discrete as my roommate was even more of a prude than I had been. I scheduled my classes to begin one period later than she did so four mornings a week I could play with myself after she left. I also kept close tabs on when she had to work or go to the library and scheduled my own work and studying around her schedule as much as possible to maximize my finger time. I bought my first vibrator, a humiliating experience but something that had to be done, and got caught masturbating by her a couple of times.

I bet you want me to tell you that we ended up looking up because like me she was really a wild woman underneath her calm exterior. I’d like to tell you that but it never happened. The first time she was a little shocked, but she seemed to quickly accept that I was probably playing with myself whenever she was out of the room. She seemed to be gone more preferring to ignore my growing need for sex. The next year I had a roommate who was much more liberated. Like me she masturbated frequently and didn’t seem to care if I walked in on her in the act. On weekends we’d hit the frat parties. She seemed to “get lucky” more than I did, but probably it was because she had lower standards. One thing she did have was an adventurous spirit. She introduced me to porn, rented from the local video shop, assorted toys in her collection beyond my simple vibrator (she didn’t mind me borrowing but I had to wash them when I was done) and the seminal event in my transformation to bad girl, a website with erotic stories.

She told me she usually read a few stories while she masturbated and they helped her climax. Well anything that helped me climax was a good idea I figured so I started doing so as well. I checked her browser history and she seemed to favor group sex stories. I wondered if all those nights at the fraternities if she was indulging or whether it was just a fantasy she had. After reading a story about a college girl seducing her roommate I have to admit I thought about trying to mimic that tale, but she never read any lesbian stories so I never acted on my impulse. I guess I was a big chicken.

I did ready a particularly juicy story I found in her history that made me cum harder than I ever had before. It was a story about a college girl who starts to date an older man. (So far I was down with the idea) The guy turned out to be a major pervert and the girl ends up at a party at his house servicing him and his friends. My roommate must have liked the gangbang action as I could tell from her reading she thought about that a lot. That wasn’t what got me off so hard, though. You see before they drilled the girl they tied her up. With her hands behind her back (like so many times I faked it in my back yard growing up) the men took their turns forcing their cocks into her mouth and down her throat. I loved sucking cock ever since the first one I ever tasted and the thought of having a line of guys using my mouth for their pleasure made my pussy drip.

My fingers were flying over my clit as I read about the rest of their depraved actions. They took turns in her pussy. They took her ass. They took both at the same time. The used her all night until she was so sore she could hardly walk back to the dorm. God that sounded exciting. After I finished the story I didn’t stop masturbating. I read it over and over dreaming about being the girl and cumming over and over until I couldn’t cum any more. I fell asleep naked, wet and happy.

Time moves on and I got a new roommate the next year. I had to go back to being discrete about my pleasure activities. My toy collection had greatly expanded as had my collection of bondage themed stories. I even bought a couple of bondage DVDs. It was all I would think about when I wanted to climax strongly, but I told nobody. I thought I was crazy for thinking these depraved thoughts but I couldn’t stop either. I thought about telling one of my infrequent hook ups and seeing if he would tie me up, but I was scared. Sure I fantasized about being bound and gangbanged, but what if it really happened? I had nagging suspicions that reality wouldn’t be as satisfying as my fantasies. I tried to pick more aggressive partners in hope that they would “take me without me asking” but apart from an occasional spanking (which I loved) nobody made any moves to tie me up. My bondage life remained just in my mind as fuel for my more and more frequent masturbation sessions.

After graduation I landed a good job and got a small apartment of my own. Freed from having a roommate who might catch me, my masturbation schedule became more frequent. Every morning in the shower before work I’d get myself off. Every night before falling asleep I’d pleasure myself for at least an hour. But at work I was into girl next door mode and nobody knew my dark secrets. I’d look at the guys in the office and say to myself “You jerks. If you only knew what I wanted and how to give it to me I’d pleasure you like you’ve only dreamed about.” I began to fantasize about a woman in my department named Trish. She was gorgeous. She was the kind of woman men act stupid around in hopes that she’ll give them the time of day. Of course I didn’t want the time of day. I fantasized that she good look right though me and know what turned my knees to jelly. I dreamed we would be the only two people working late one night and in the empty office she would surprise me and snap handcuffs around my wrists. Alone and defenseless I would have no recourse but to submit to her wanton desires. Of course I’d cum hard three or four times thinking about her and then pass out for the night.

There was another woman in our department, Beth, who was married with a couple of kids and a very vanilla life. Like me she seemed as boring as could be. She was always rushing out of the office to pick up her kids and drive them to various events or home to make dinner for the family. Since Trish and I were both single we did talk about sex at lunch. Beth always seemed uncomfortable when we did. I pictured her and her husband having missionary sex once a week or twice a month and that was about it. But something also nagged at me that maybe that was just her exterior. That maybe like me she was completely different out of the office. I knew Trish went out and picked up guys more often than I did, but I was confident I orgasmed more. She would tell us stories of her weekend conquests and of bring home a stud or two to her townhouse to bang. I always preferred to go to his place figuring I didn’t want them to know where I lived. But Trish didn’t seem to care. She had a definite confidence and swagger about her. I could sense that she didn’t think there was a situation that she couldn’t handle.

Then an interesting event changed my life. Trish told me her neighbor had moved out and that if I wanted a good deal on the townhome next to hers she knew the landlord well and he was in a hurry to get the place rented. The price was scarcely above what I was paying for my apartment for about twice the space. I’d been to Trish’s place many times. She lived in the middle of a three townhome building. The one end unit was a 3 bedroom place occupied by the owner, his wife and their two college aged sons. Trish had a two bedroom and the other end unit was a one bedroom plus den. The landlord had kind of a creepy vibe. He was in his late forties and was openly leering at Trish when she introduced me to him. He also gave me an uncomfortable look up and down as he shook my hand.

The townhome was very nice and in good shape. There was even a full basement which I had not realized when I visited Trish. Apparently she didn’t use hers much. The guy left so Trish and I could talk. I told her I was uneasy around him but she assured me he was harmless. Other than his twin sons (she said they were hunks) always hitting on her, Trish said everything was fine. She said the family was pretty quiet during the week and since she was frequently gone on the weekends any noise the boys made didn’t bother her. Besides I’d be sharing walls with her and probably never hear anything. It was a good deal and I could certainly use the added space. Plus I wasn’t thrilled with the noise of my apartment building and was renting month to month without a lease so two weeks later I moved.

After I moved and became Trish’s neighbor, we became much closer as friends. She gave me a key to her place and I gave her a key to mine. We began car pooling to work, we would have coffee on one of our patios on Saturday mornings (not too early), we would hang out at the complex’s pool after work if the weather was nice and we frequently went out on Friday night drinking and dancing. Trish frequently went out Saturday night as well, but one night of partying was enough for me. Of course we would both dress up for the occasion. Trish never lacked for male companionship on our nights out. Sometimes I felt like her wing-woman. A couple of guys would approach us and the hotter of the pair would zero in on Trish while his less confident (and less handsome) buddy would chat me up. On more than one occasion we would bring guys home, against my better judgment preferring as I said to go back to his place, but we would party some more and then split up to our respective places before the action got too heated. I loved to watch how she manipulated the guys with her beauty and sex appeal. They were like obedient puppies under her control. Of course I still longed for an aggressive guy but my partners always seemed like they would prefer to be told what to do.

Still I had a good life. My sexual partners still didn’t satisfy me but my toys never let me down.  I began to notice Trish on Saturdays always brought home a guy and sometimes two whereas on Friday we would come home alone about 50% of the time. I wondered if I was holding her back or if she just didn’t want me to think she was nasty for always bringing home a different guy every time we went out. The fact that she would bring home two guys was more interesting to me. I started to think maybe two guys could finally satisfy me as well as my toys. In fact, for a time, two aggressive guys tying me to my bed and ravaging me became my number one fantasy while I masturbated. One other thing that began to fill my thoughts was the idea of being able to spy on or at least listen to Trish with her guys. Unfortunately the design of the townhomes put our master bedrooms on opposite sides of a two story family room so we didn’t share a common wall. In fact I never heard her having amorous adventures with any of her partners. I wished she used her second bedroom because it shared a wall with my den. (The pitch of the roof made the similar room in my place too small to add a closet and be a formal bedroom. Trish had a daybed in hers for guests) Maybe if she used that for her rendezvous I could hear them.

I had been in my new place for a couple of months when fate conspired to change my situation again. On a back to back Friday and Saturday night I learned more about Trish than in the previous three months combined. And it was all good as far as I was concerned. First, on Friday, Julie invited herself to join our usual dancing night out. Her husband had taken the kids to visit his parents and she had the weekend to herself. A girls-night-out was what she decided she needed.

We had fun dancing, but since she was married she was definitely a stick in the mud when it came to bringing home a couple of studs to keep Trish and I company for the night. I could tell Trish was pretty mad about it, but I convinced her that it was only for one night and she always had Saturday. We ended up back at Trish’s place early  killing a couple bottles of wine while Julie in her drunken haze told us about all her marital problems. It was obvious she was too drunk to drive have consumed more than half the wine herself. Trish offered her the spare bedroom and Julie thanked her saying she was a true friend. I watched as Julie staggered up the stairs and began moving toward the door when Trish grabbed my arm.

“I’m going to teach her a lesson about ruining my evening. I’m going to spank her innocent housewife ass and then make her eat me until I can’t cum anymore. Want to help? I’ll make sure she gets you off too,” she said.

I was shocked to say the least. I pulled my arm away.

“You’re drunk too Trish. Just leave her be. You can go one night without cock.”

Usually I wasn’t so crude, but the wine was talking. Anyway I didn’t seem to offend Trish in the least. She just said “Suit yourself. Coffee about 11 tomorrow?”

I agreed and took the short walk back to my townhome. I went straight to my bedroom and took off my clothes getting ready for bed. I pulled my favorite vibrator out of my nightstand, my presleep masturbation session ready to begin. I started fondling my nipples to get my juices flowing. As I put my vibe across my labia my usual fantasies began to fill me head. But then I had a new vision, one where Julie was across Trish’s lap and she was being spanked. I figured Trish had been kidding, but my mind was thinking maybe she really was mad at Julie. Then I remembered Julie was heading to the guest bedroom. Maybe I could actually hear if something was going on in there.

I turned off my vibe and headed into my den. I sat on the floor and put my head against the common wall. I thought I could hear a woman weeping. Could it be that Trish had already spanked her? I left her less than 10 minutes ago. Did I already miss it? No, Julie must be crying about her home life, I decided. Then I heard a stern voice, definitely Trish’s, tell her to stop being a baby and get on her knees. No, I must have not heard correctly. But the crying stopped. I needed to hear more clearly so I went to the bathroom and grabbed a glass. I didn’t know if it was an urban legend that holding a glass to the wall would let you hear better or not but I figured it was worth a try. I was not disappointed.

I don’t how Trish did it, but when I put the glass against the wall I could clearly hear the sound of a woman moaning and I doubted it was Julie receiving the pleasure. My own pussy flooded as I imagined Julie on her knees with her face plastered against Trish’s golden pussy as Trish stood towering above her. My brain was on overload as I pictured every bondage fantasy I ever had being played out in the room next door. Trish didn’t give any commands that I could hear like I imagined a stern mistress would do, but my body didn’t really care. This time I had faces to go with my dom/sub fantasies and I began fucking myself hard with the vibrator. I could hear Trish getting close to orgasm and I wanted to cum with her. I’m sure I made a nasty display of myself sitting on the floor with my vibe buried in my pussy. I tried not to make any noise lest Trish and Julie would hear me masturbating to their hook-up. I don’t know if I was successful at that, but I did climax right after Trish and it was a great squirty cum. I stayed sitting on the floor leaning against the wall with my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. It took me a while to recover, but finally I put the glass back to the wall to hear what happened next.

The moaning of a woman in pleasure was evident again. At first I thought Trish was returning the favor to Julie. But then I heard her cry out “Oh I love your slut tongue” and the voice was definitely Trish. I continued listening. I couldn’t help myself. My clit was still pulsing from my last orgasm and I managed not to play with myself again even as I listened to Trish cum two more times. Afterwards she told Julie to go to sleep. I heard a metallic sound although I didn’t know what it was and then I heard Trish say “that will keep your hands secure. I don’t want you being tempted to play with yourself tonight. If I feel generous I may let you cum in the morning. Or maybe I’ll send you next door and let Summer sample your talents.”

Almost immediately Julie’s voice responded, “Please no. I’ll go crazy. Let me cum and I’ll do anything you want.”

“Yes you will do anything I want,” Trish replied. “Think about what happened tonight. You are a born submissive and you need a mistress. You came like a slut when I spanked you and you look damn sexy with my juices on your face. You need me and all you need to do is pledge your undying loyalty to me.”

The room went silent. I assume Julie was contemplating life. Trish then spoke again.

“I’ll give you one more thing to think about. If you say yes, you are to never wear panties again in the office. Short skirts which give me easy access to that dripping pussy will be required or I’ll paddle you again. You’ll do what I say and fuck who I tell you to fuck. In return, I promise you more excitement than you have ever had. Heck, I may even add your husband to my stable and you can both serve me.”

With a laugh Trish was done for the night. And so was I. Exhausted and satisfied I crawled back into bed. I woke the next morning wondering it what I thought I heard Beth and Trish doing was just a dream. Beth’s car was gone and when Trish came over for our usual Saturday coffee, she never mentioned what happened the night before. Back at work on Monday Beth was wearing an unusually short skirt. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing panties. I wanted to believe she had followed Trish’s orders. I found the concept very exciting. But neither woman did anything out of the ordinary. Not that I wasn’t paying attention and trying to catch them being inappropriate. I had visions of finding Beth bent over her desk and Trish finger fucking her. But I guess I was the only one thinking nasty thoughts. Beth and Trish acted like nothing had changed between them. Maybe it was just a dream.

My sleep patterns became restless. I kept having visions of Beth submitting to Trish. Neither had given me any reason to believe they were having an affair. I never saw Beth’s car back at Trish’s and her social schedule had not changed. We still went out on Fridays and I usually stayed home on Saturday. But my lust for bondage was growing stronger. I longed to tell Trish that if Julie had backed out of their arrangement I would be happy to take her place. But the whole concept was too humiliating. My face burned with shame every time I thought about telling her. What if she didn’t want me? I couldn’t handle that kind of rejection.

Then another event which changed my life occurred. While I frequently masturbated to BDSM videos and stories, I’d never read a story about a woman who tied herself up before. When I finally did the entire notion had my pussy wetter than I could remember. I knew I craved submission and being under my partner’s control, but at the same time I was too shy to admit my dark fantasies to anyone. Self-bondage as I was reading about seemed to be just what I needed. I could “submit” to myself from the safety of my townhome. I decided to learn all I could about ways to tie myself up. Of course I did this by reading all the erotic stories on the subject I could find and discarding the ones I decided were just made up fantasies.

My self bondage career started simply. I bought a pair of toy handcuffs at Toys-R-Us. They were cheap and they were plastic. I figured I could break out of them if I needed to get free. On a Saturday night with Trish out, I drank most of a bottle of wine to relax. I then stripped out of my clothes, put a BDSM movie in the DVD player and snapped the cuffs around my wrists. Trust me, I didn’t make it tough to escape this first time. My hands were in front of me and the key was on the table. In retrospect I don’t know why I even bothered. There was a slight sensation of helplessness that lasted about 5 whole seconds. It was nothing like what I read about. I watched the movie and masturbated, but it wasn’t special. I threw the handcuffs in the garbage as soon as I was through.

I got back online for more “research.” The most important thing I learned was always have a backup escape plan (a safe person to unlock you) and a way to contact them. Sunday morning I made a supply trip to a local adult bookstore. It was an open 24 hour place and I figured Sunday morning would be a safe time to go. There was an older lady working behind the counter. I quickly found what I was looking for, real handcuffs, some leather cuffs I planned to use on my legs and on a whim, a roll of bondage tape and a butt plug. In my bondage fantasy addled brain I had a vision of the older woman taking me in back to demonstrate my purchases, but she said nothing. She just swiped my card and I was on my way. All the way home I could feel my pussy getting wetter with anticipation.

Once home I quickly snapped the handcuffs around my wrists. The moment I felt the cold steel snap shut against my tender flesh my pussy gushed. This was what I had longed to feel. I was tempted to masturbate again, but I wanted the entire feeling of helplessness. I practiced unlocking the cuffs. It was pretty easy with my hands in front of me, but I worried about my dexterity when my arms were behind me. I locked my left wrist tight, moved my arms behind my back and for my right wrist I just snapped the first clasp. I knew if I needed to I could get my wrist out still without the key, although my brain registered that I was finally restrained. I had my cell phone with Trish on speed dial where I could reach it just in case.

Learning to unlock the cuff took a little practice, but soon I had the right cuff locked tight as well. Confident that I could release myself, I moved on in my preparations. Every story I read online indicated freezing the key in ice was a good way to prolong your self submission. The cuffs came with two keys so I put one on my dresser for an emergency and put the second in the freezer. I didn’t fill the ice tray to the top for two reasons. First I was in a hurry and I wanted that cube to freeze quickly. I turned the freezer to its lowest setting. Second I knew for my first time waiting for half an ice cube to melt was probably long enough.

That night, another bottle of wine consumed and another BDSM movie in the DVD player I sat on my couch with my hands cuffed behind me and my vibe buzzing away on low in my panties. The sensation was delirious. I kept watching the ice cube as it melted on a small plate on the table. The vibe was teasing me very effectively. I knew I only had an hour or so of my self imposed torment to survive, but in my fantasy I started thinking about being tied and unable to escape. Trish kept flashing before me as I thought of her teasing Julie for hours on end. I was horny enough to do anything anyone asked of me, but alone as I was with my thoughts, there was nobody around I could beg for relief.

I thought about going upstairs for the emergency key or holding the ice cube to make it melt faster, but I managed to control my lusts long enough for the key to melt free. Unfortunately I dropped it into the couch cushions when I first attempted to unlock the cuffs. I must have been quite a site bent over naked pressing my face between the cushions trying to get the key. I could smell my arousal I had been rubbing into the cushions for the past hour. It was intoxicating. Finally I was able to secure the key with my mouth and drop it back on the table. I exercised more care the second time. It was tough as the vibe had me on edge and the last thing I wanted to do was go slowly. I almost dropped the key again, although having learned my lesson I would have dropped it back on the table this time. Finally free I immediately jammed my vibe into my pussy and turned it on high. My orgasm was instant and forceful like nothing I had felt before and I knew I was hooked on self bondage.

My setups became more elaborate and my fantasies became darker. I also made many additional trips to the adult store for more toys. My favorite setup involved an extra large ice cube to hold the key. The ice cube had two pieces of string attached to it as well, one attached to the key and one just in the ice. I put a small hook in the ceiling above my bed. After tying the piece of string attached to the key to the ceiling hook, I attached the other piece of string to another hook above my headboard on the wall. This meant I couldn’t reach the ice cube once I bound myself. Try as I might, until the cube melted dropping the key down to me, I wasn’t going to get free.

Once my means of escape was secure, I quickly bound myself. By now I almost always used a butt plug and usually used a butterfly instead of my vibe. Having the gentle buzz directly on my clit was far more distracting that just having a vibe in my panties. I figured about 2.5 hours for this extra large ice cube to melt enough to drop the key. I would be a panting mess by the time I could free my hands and get off.

Once the plug and butterfly were in place I began taping my legs. I have found bondage tape to be a wonderful tool for securing myself. I wrapped the tape around my ankles, calves and twice around my thighs forcing my legs together. At other times I’ve used clamps on my nipples, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it given how long I anticipated being at my lust’s mercies.  Instead I put a ball gag in my mouth (as an aside I still listened to Trish and her lovers whenever she was in the spare bedroom and didn’t fancy her listening to me moan) and slid a thick leather blindfold over my eyes before locking my wrists behind my back. Thus secured I scooted to the center of the bed and rolled over onto my knees.

Without the benefit of my hands to support me my face was pressed down into my blanket. I always used the same blanket when I played my bondage games and I always got myself off in the same place when I was done. It was not a coincidence that my face was pressed into the blanket right where I always came. Scent play was something I’d never given much thought, but since I’d learned how to turn myself on so effectively I’d learned that I have a strong arousal odor. I could be just sitting at my cube at work and think of something that turned me on (looking at Trish in a short skirt for example) and suddenly my work area would be flooded with my own musk. Burying my face in my own fragrance was the next logical step.

With my ass in the air and my face in the remnants of orgasms past, all I could do was wait. The slow drip of the melting ice would hit my hot body but offer no relief. At first it hit my leg, but with some struggle I managed to position myself so my ass took the slow methodical countdown to my freedom. My freedom and the promise of a massive climax. In my mind I’d been captured by a cruel master or mistress who was keen on punishing me until I begged for mercy. My exposed ass was being stretched by the plug for the enjoyment of my master’s friends. I could feel my butt clench and relax around the invading plug, tapered to assure I could not expel it. The butterfly was as efficient as ever at driving me wild. But its low power meant I’d be teased but not reach climax. I counted the drops hitting my ass. I dreamed of being captured. I begged through my gag yelling for Trish to come over and fuck me.

Of course I was still way to uptight to ever tell Trish that was what I wanted. I’d arranged for her to come over in 4 hours, long after the ice will have melted. I’d read that a self bondage adventure should have an escape person just in case. I figured if I didn’t get out in four hours I wasn’t going to get out at all and in that case, a moment of humiliation was better than being stuck like this until someone comes looking for me.

It turns out I miscalculated the ice melt rate a little bit. I was tied up close to three hours. I was almost too sore to masturbate. Almost. As usual it took mere moments to get myself off in explosive fashion leaving me breathless. I lay in bed for a few minutes recovering before I got up off my wet blanket, quickly stashed my toys, remade the bed with a clean blanket and then took a quick shower and dressed before Trish arrived. She was none the wiser and my lust had been for the time being satisfied.

Soon just taping my legs together didn’t give me the thrill I was seeking so it was back to the adult store. This time I actually had the courage to talk to the woman behind the counter. She seemed very knowledgeable on the subject of self bondage. She suggested a set of leather cuffs and a carabineer. I must have looked confused. She said she remembered my other purchases. Told me to cuff myself with my wrists behind my back and that she would demonstrate. I instantly got a tingle between my legs assuming she would try to take advantage of me. I also wasted no time doing what she said. With my arms secured behind my back I was helpless and feeling very warm.

The woman clipped the carabineer onto the chain between the cuffs. She then told me to get down on my knees. Immediately I assumed she was going to force me to eat her pussy. I was ready. But she didn’t. Maybe she didn’t swing that way or maybe I wasn’t her type, but instead of taking advantage of my vulnerable position, she pulled down on my arms until I bent back far enough to touch my ankles.

“When you get home put on your ankle cuffs and then clip the two chains together. You can try to hold this position or you can roll over on your side when you get tired. I’m sure you can dream about all sorts of nasty things when you are in this position. You can also secure your wrists and ankles in front if you prefer.”

I could only nod. I was also blushing. Someone finally knew my dark secret but wasn’t interested beyond selling me some gear. I had to get over this hang up about letting people know what turned me on so I could find a partner. I stood up and slipped out of the cuffs.

“If you want to lock those cuffs I have small luggage locks that fit them. Are you using the ice method to hold your keys now?”

“Yes,” I admitted in a quiet voice.

“I’ve got some other methods you may like. But you have to buy more to learn them. Take these cuffs home and try them with your ankle cuffs. Come back tomorrow and let me know how it goes. I’m here from 11 to 8.”

Again I just nodded. Secretly I was thrilled to have received a task from her. Maybe she was more interested in me than she led on. I paid for the cuffs and also bought two locks. As I was walking out the woman cleared her throat. I looked back at her and she was holding a package of batteries. She tossed them to me and said “On the house. Have fun tonight.” That was probably the strangest yet most appropriate gift I ever received.

I could hardly wait to get home to try my new cuffs. I had seen this position before in my research but could not figure out how to do it by myself. I didn’t have time to freeze the keys. OK, I didn’t want to take time to freeze the keys so I just cuffed myself and rolled around on the floor for a while. It was good, but not great. Then I remembered the batteries the woman gave me. I unlocked myself and then I took my big vibrator and replaced the batteries. I’d never cum while in bondage. While being tied up turned me on to no end, I always had released my hands before I masturbated. Taking fresh batteries as a sign, I turned my vibe on high and slid it into my pussy. I then put my wet panties on to keep it in place. It was tough to recuff my wrists and ankles. The buzzing in my pussy was calling for attention. I knew at this speed I could cum without the aid of my hands but what I really wanted to do was grab the base of the vibe and fuck myself senseless. That wouldn’t be too bad of me would it?

I struggled trying to decide whether to tie myself back up. In the end my pussy won the argument and I took my panties back off and fucked myself to three successive orgasms. And they were good too. Worn out I finally crashed for the night. I did recuff my hands, but not my ankles. I slept with my hands in front of me and my legs free. I’m still a little surprised I didn’t rub myself off one final time, but I was tired. I did wake with my hand on my pussy still slick from a night of erotic dreams. That morning I didn’t make it to the shower before playing with myself. My new hobby was becoming all consuming.

At lunch instead of going out with Trish I went to the adult bookstore. This time my friend sold me a Hitachi Wand. Basically it is a massager with a big rounded head that is electric. “Never needs batteries and never runs down,” my friend said joyfully. She also asked me questions about my townhome and how it is laid out. She gave me instructions which would have to wait until Saturday. The townhomes had a detached garage shared by all the units. I was to put the keys to the cuff locks (she gave me two more for the ankle cuffs) in my car. Then sometime Saturday (she left the exact time to me) I was to strip off my clothes, but in my butt plug, turn my vibe on low in my pussy AND put on the butterfly, put my panties back on and then cuff my ankles and wrists. She told me to shorten the chain on the ankle cuffs and put my wrists behind my back. If I wanted to use the carabineer to hogtie myself for a while I could.

“But that means I have to go outside to get the keys,” I commented.

“That’s right. Since you probably will not want to do that when it is light out, you can control the minimum amount of time you will be bound.”

I didn’t want to admit to her how excited I was by the prospect of having to sneak out to the garage before I could release myself. “I don’t know if I can do this,” I lied to her.

“Who are you kidding?” she replied. “You can’t wait to do this.”

She was right of course. The rest of the week I was thinking about this new adventure. Friday night Trish and I went out and I think I was giving her more lustful stares than the guys who were hitting on us. She and Julie had still not given any indication that their relationship had continued after that one drunk evening, but that didn’t stop me from lusting after Trish and wishing she would put me over her lap. In fact I was pretty sure that would be what I was thinking about when I tied myself in just 16 hours or so.

I made my preparations for Saturday carefully. I didn’t want anything to go wrong. I put the four lock keys in an envelope and put it on the passenger seat. I then grabbed my garage door opener and brought it back into my house. I didn’t want to have to fumble with the garage door. I then got out all my toys, changed the batteries and had two glasses of wine. I didn’t drink any more because I didn’t want to have to go to the bathroom before I was done. I tried to decide how many hours to start with. It got dark around 8:45pm, but I thought even then they neighbors may be going out or coming home. I decided to wait until 6:00 to begin and target midnight as my key removal time. I figured that way if I really couldn’t last I only had to make it three hours which I had already done several times.

6:00pm came and went. I was still nervous. I figured I would masturbate to take the edge off and read a few stories while fingering my pussy. Of course that only added fuel to the fire and by 7:00pm I had decided I had to follow through on my instructions. After going to the bathroom I inserted the three toys. I was in for a long tease which part of me was anticipating and part of me hated. I took half the links out of the ankle chain and secured them to my legs and finally clicked the locks shut. I was past the point of no return. I stood to get the wrist cuffs, took one step and immediately fell over. I had not projected how much harder it was to walk with the shorter cuff chain. I cursed myself for being so clumsy. After struggling to get back up I readjusted the butterfly which had slipped when I fell. I couldn’t resist pushing it tighter against my clit. I thought about holding it there until I came, but my desire to be a “good girl” and complete the task won out. Obviously I would be a super horny mess when I finally retrieved the key and that would be better than a quick orgasm now. Or so I thought.

Grabbing the wrist cuffs I had to decide whether to bind my wrist in front of me or behind my back. I was sure my friend intended that I do it behind my back. I would have other than my feet being so challenged. I thought about whether to do it or not and finally decided I’d come this far that doing it behind my back was what I wanted. I could already feel my juices running down my leg as I secured my wrists. Once the locks clicked I was really stuck.

I moved over to the couch as best I could. I could not move fast. This obviously was part of the plan as it would take me several minutes at this pace to reach my garage. My toys were doing their part making me desperate to climax, but not allowing me a release. I tried to watch the blandest non-sexual TV I could trying to take my mind off my burning hot pussy, but it didn’t work. The plug in my ass made me long for a strong man to bend me over and ram his cock up my back door. My buzzing pussy made me long for my vibrator to be turned up to full speed. I had to do something. I had to get off. Then I remembered the Hitachi Wand. I had been too busy to try it since I bought it earlier in the week. I thought about how hard it would be to get upstairs and how long it would take to unwrap it with my hands cuffed. But I decided I had nothing but time as it was still light out and my pussy would not be denied.

Walking was a great challenge. I could only move a couple of inches per step. I thought about hopping but I was too worried I’d fall again. When I got to the stairs I realized the folly of my quest for plug in vibrations. There was no way I could walk up the stairs and trying to hop was really way to dangerous. I decided the only way I could get upstairs was to sit backwards and “fall” up the stairs one at a time. I would land on my ass driving the plug deeper into my bum (a nice feeling by the way in my hyper aroused state) and then lift my legs up to the next stair. I would then stand and repeat the process on the next stair. To be sure this was the “safest” method, but it also meant fucking myself hard up the ass. Not that I didn’t enjoy it mind you. I was breathless with need and lust by the time I made it upstairs and another 10 minutes closer to retrieving the keys and getting myself off.

I retrieved the Hitachi box thankful that it wasn’t packaged in molded plastic. If it had been there was no way I could have unwrapped it with my hands cuffed behind my back. Even in just a box and regular plastic wrap it was a challenge. But I finally succeed. Everything took at least 10 times as long as normal to accomplish with my cuffs on. I’m sure I looked terrible as sweat poured down my body and I was very aware of the smell coming from my pussy. I looked around the room for a place to plug in the Hitachi, but all the plugs were behind furniture. I cursed myself for making my room so neat and blocking all the plugs. I thought about the bathroom but all those plugs were counter top height and not accessible given my bondage. I tried to put my thinking cap on to solve this dilemma. The living room had open plugs near the floor, but the blinds were also open and I wasn’t sure if I could pull them shut. The kitchen had the same problem as the bathroom. My only solution was the family room near the TV. There was a power strip on the floor and at least some privacy.

Going down the stairs was easier than going up as I just had to sit down and slide down the stairs. Not that the impact on each tread didn’t force my butt plug further up my ass than when I went up, but at least I didn’t have to lift myself and then sit down each step. I was thankful that I didn’t have to worry much about my technique going down the stairs as I had to carry the cord of the Hitachi in my teeth. The actual wand was flopping wildly bouncing off my breasts and teasing my nipples. This tie was turning more and more diabolical. I loved it.

With great effort I finally got back to the family room. I was worried as I tried to plug in the Hitachi using my teeth than my saliva would drip into the power strip and I would electrocute myself. I could hardly picture a more embarrassing position to be found in by the paramedics some days later when somebody finally missed me enough to investigate. Common sense would tell you I should have skipped the Hitachi, but I was way past common sense. I was way past horny. I had to cum.

Every motion was a struggle, but also a turn on. I finally got the Hitachi plugged in, turned on high and pulled far enough away from the wall that I could lay on top of it. I wiggled my pussy down on the vibrating head. With a little effort I got it positioned under the butterfly buzzing my labia and also causing the butterfly to shake much more quickly. Ahhh, that was the spot, I thought. Although it wasn’t buzzing directly on my clit, I could guess how much fun it would be to use when my hands were free. Then I started to think how much fun it would be if Trish was controlling it. My mind raced through several bondage fantasies each ending with Trish teasing me and not letting me cum until after I licked her pussy and pledged my undying service to her. I came and came thinking about being her slave until I was worn out. Then I rolled off my new favorite toy and turned it off with my teeth.

I lay on the floor for five or ten minutes trying to recover. Looking toward the family room I could tell the sun was setting, but I wasn’t ready to release myself just yet. Instead I was thinking how great the Hitachi would feel if my wrists and ankles were bound together. I thought back to how arousing it was to hogtie myself. Now with the ability to have the Hitachi buzzing beneath me, I couldn’t skip that opportunity. I struggled to my feet. The damn carabineer was upstairs in my bedroom which meant another agonizing trip up and down the stairs. It was agonizing because the plug made me wish someone was here fucking my ass. I knew once I was free my dildo would be up my bum and the Hitachi would be in my hand, but that didn’t help me right then. It only served to arouse me more.

I took care to clip my arms and legs together kneeling right next to the already vibrating Hitachi. I didn’t want to have any challenge getting into position. It was happily buzzing away on the floor calling out for me to mount it. With my arms and legs secured together I had less freedom to position the head of the Hitachi right where I wanted it. I thrashed about trying to get it just where I had the first time but I couldn’t. The side benefit was my position also forced me to put more weight on the head. More weight meant more vibrations. Finally I hit the right spot. I’m sure I was quite a sight as I rocked back and forth on the bulbous head. If anybody saw me like this I could never look them in the eyes again. I imagined my coworkers, tipped off by Trish, standing around me mocking me for my lustful desires as I came over and over for the second time. I was glad Trish was out for the night as I was sure she would have heard my screams of pleasures. Finally unable to stand any more pleasure I rolled off and onto my back. I left the Hitachi running, it’s thumping against my hard wood floors was music to my ears.

Eventually I unhooked the carabineer (I was getting skilled at that) and turned off the Hitachi. I then crawled up to the couch and lay down. My body needed to rest. I had exhausted myself.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew it was dark outside. Looking at the clock I realized it was 1am. It was now or never to retrieve the keys. I gingerly got up from the couch and slowly made my way to the kitchen. Although I had brought my garage door opener in I had inadvertently not left it on the edge of the counter. As a result I had a struggle to retrieve it bound as I was, but eventually I had it and opened the garage door. My garage is long. There are three two car bays each with their own door but all connected inside. I have my car, my bike and some storage boxes in my third. I looked into the backyard as my door opened. There was light coming from one of the other townhomes. I thought it was from my landlord’s kitchen. But it was late. Maybe they just forgot to turn it off. Or maybe his kids were up watching movies and we making a late night snack. Either way I wasn’t about to head outside. I wanted to wait until the interior garage light turned off anyway.

I opened my back door and stood naked by the screen door watching the backyard for any signs of life. My heart was racing. I must have watched the yard for about 15 minutes. The light from the neighbor’s never went out. I decided they must have accidentally left it on. I decided it was time to go. Actually my pussy decided it was time to go. You see, standing there safe, but exposed, was starting to turn me on again. I could have gone and humped the Hitachi some more but I needed more. I needed my hands free so I could give myself a proper fucking. I turned around and fumbled for the door latch with my hands. Unhooked, I finally pushed the door open. I took a deep breath and took my first slow tentative steps outside.

The light from my neighbors didn’t really light the area around my door and I had enough forethought to turn off my kitchen lights. Fortunately I didn’t have a motion sensor on the light by my back door. I had complained to the landlord that I should have one but now I was glad I didn’t. I quietly shut the screen door and had moved about two feet when my worst nightmare was realized. The neighbor boys and some friends were sitting outside on their patio. Instinctually I hit the ground. There is a row of bushes long the back of the townhouse and I tried to roll up against them to hide. My arousal, while still present, took an immediate back seat to the fear of getting caught. The ground was cold and I’m sure I was covered in dirt. I could feel my tits mashed beneath me and felt the sharp pricks of the bush against my arm and leg.

My senses were instantaneously put on high alert. I thought I heard one of the boys comment that he heard a noise from “over there.” I didn’t dare lift my head to look. I kept my face buried in the ground praying they didn’t come over to investigate. I also hoped the chain on the cuffs wasn’t reflecting any light or that they didn’t think it was odd my garage was open.

Finally my heart began to slow back down as I realized they were more interested in drinking beer than sneaking around the perimeter of the townhomes in the dark. I lifted my head enough to see that two boys were still sitting on the patio. I feared that somebody was sneaking around behind me and I was about to be captured. I lay as still as possible. I don’t know how long I cowered in the dirt waiting for them to give up for the night. Finally they went inside. I started to get back up when their kitchen door opened again. Once more I dove for the dirt. I watched in horror as one of my neighbor’s kids walked out to the garage and shut my door. Apparently he figured I left it open by accident. Bastard.

I watch the young man walk back to his townhome silently cursing him the entire way. Finally alone, apparently for good, I stood back up. There was no way for me to wipe the dirt from my body which made me feel even more depraved than I normally did when I tied myself up. Actually I kind of liked it. I had to go back inside to grab my garage door opener. I had to turn the lights on, but thankfully this time the keys were in a position I could easily grab. Once again I had to wait for the garage light to turn off, although I left my kitchen lights on to illuminate my return trip. Then I was back on my way.

My neighbor’s kitchen light was still on which cast a pale gray cast over most of the back yard. I had to take the long way around the yard to the garage. This would have made me visible to neighbors in the next building, but they had no lights on so I figured I was safe from detection. The act of walking outside bound and naked was a huge thrill. The thought of anybody walking or driving down the alley to access their garage could find me alone, vulnerable  and defenseless had my pussy creaming once again. What if a cop on patrol came by and spotted me? Would he arrest me? Would he take me inside for some “harsh interrogation?” Every step made me wetter and brought a new wave of lust crashing over me.

Finally I made it to the edge of the garage. I pressed myself against the side wall outside the garage so I could peak around the corner and try to see in my neighbor’s place and see if they were watching. Out of an abundance of caution I also looked at Trish’s place although I could see her car was missing from the garage. I knew the garage lights were going to turn on when I tripped the sensor beam walking in past the door. With my ankle cuffs hobbled I didn’t think I could hop over it. I formulated a plan to just move as quickly as I could and not look back. Once I got to my car I would turn my back to it and open the door and fall into the front seat to grab the keys.

The way things had been going I expected to have some trouble getting into the car, grabbing the keys and unlocking myself, but I didn’t. I’ll never know if someone saw me and my bouncing tits as I moved as fast as I could through the bright light of the garage. Safely freed of my cuffs, although still naked in my car I sat for a few minutes until the light turned off. My fingers were dancing on my clit, although I wasn’t really masturbating. I was just rubbing myself slowly enjoying the sensation and finally relaxing after more than seven hours bound.

Looking in the mirror I saw a very satisfied woman. I also noticed my neighbor’s kitchen light was out. I guess he finally went to bed. I wasn’t planning a leisurely stroll back to my townhome, but I did feel relieved that at least the yard would be darker. I got out of the car. Fortunately from my side of the garage the motion detector never seemed to see me so the overhead lights did not turn on and this time I could hop over the safety beam by the door. I had just shut my door and started walking when I saw the bright lights of a car shine on the back of the townhomes. My brain, so in tuned with not getting caught, had my body moving even before I consciously recognized that Trish was pulling into our little paradise. I don’t remember thinking or opening the back seat of the car. I remember pulling the door shut, hitting the floor and looking up at my car’s interior light praying Trish didn’t notice it was on. I remember each second it took for the light to turn off felt like an hour. I was so busted.

I was shaking in fear on the back seat floor of my car waiting for Trish to open the door. For some reason my juices were leaking down my leg and the enclosed space of my car started to smell like aroused female.  I didn’t understand my body’s reaction. Maybe I secretly wanted to get caught. I heard Trish’s car door slam shut. Either she was angry, drunk or both I theorized. Then there was silence. Then I heard a garage door shutting and then a second one. Trish must have shut my door as well as hers. I continued to lay as still as I could and not make a sound. Then there was darkness. The garage lights had timed out. I was safe.

I cautiously sat up, almost expecting Trish to be looking in the window, but I was alone in the garage. I opened my car door shedding a little bit of light on my surroundings. I don’t know why I didn’t think about it before but there was a side entrance door to the garage. I didn’t need to leave my garage door open after all. I exited the garage thankful that I could finally take full steps again and crept along the outside wall so I could peer at Trish’s windows this time. Her kitchen light was on again dimly illuminating the back yard. But I didn’t see her. I was about to make a mad dash for my own well lit kitchen when I saw Trish reappear in her kitchen. I could see she had two wine glasses and a bottle of wine and she was moving toward the door. Did she have a friend with her and they were going to sit outside and drink? God I hoped not. That would mean I’d be stuck out here for another hour at least.  Actually that may have been preferable to what happened.

I did my best to hide in the shadows after she walked outside but then I was shocked when she walked over to my back door. She knocked repeatedly. My lights were on and my car was here so even though it was now the middle of the night, Trish wasn’t concerned with waking me. Maybe she had a bad night and wanted to talk. Maybe she had seen me in the car and was wondering if I wanted to play. She probably didn’t know I was naked in the back yard. Or maybe she did. After a few repeated knocks she turned to walk home. I saw her eyes looking at the garage. She wasn’t really looking at me, at least I don’t think she was, but I was definitely in her field of vision. Could she see me in the shadows? I wanted to drop back to the ground but I was scared she would see motion or hear me. Without saying a word or gesturing she walked back to her house and soon the light was off. My heart began to slow to its regular rhythm.

I had an overbearing feeling that Trish was sitting in the darkness in her kitchen watching me. She probably had a big flashlight and was planning on spotting me with hit as soon as I came out. I sat down and almost cried at being so close to getting caught. I waited a few more minutes figuring she would give up if she was indeed watching and then began to crawl toward my door. I did this for two reasons. One I couldn’t be sure Trish wasn’t watching and I figured in the darkness I had a better chance at not being seen. The second reason, the one I hate to admit, was since I felt like such a dirty girl both from the bondage and rolling around in the dirt hiding earlier that I wanted to finish the game crawling back home like a wanton slut.

You see, although I had stopped sleeping around when I started my self bondage games, I really felt like more of a dirty, horny slut these days willing to do anything for an orgasm. This was especially true since I started taking suggestions from the woman who works at the adult bookstore. She was not my mistress, but she was giving me orders and it was turning me on. I thought she would like when I told her I crawled naked through the grass and dirt to avoid detection.  I imagined myself wearing a collar and Trish holding my leash as I slowly crept across the lawn. I was her bitch in heat and she was taking me outside to go to the bathroom. My mind was filled with depraved visions of what Trish was doing to me. My arousal which had ebbed when I thought I was caught was quickly returning. I even considered sliding a hand between my legs to masturbate while in the middle of the yard. In fact I did give myself a couple of quick strokes, but I just couldn’t do it. That was a bridge to far. I returned to crawling, faster this time less concerned with being seen and soon was safely back in my townhome.

My secret life was intact, although looking at myself in the mirror I could see the cost. I was covered in dirt and had many scratches from the ground especially along my hard nipples. I had to shower before going to bed. And of course alone in the darkness of my bedroom, clean body but still dirty mind, I did finally masturbate using my dildo, nipple clamps and holding the Hitachi at just the right angle. I wasn’t quiet. I hoped Trish had passed out before I started otherwise she would have definitely heard me.

I slept the sleep of the dead waking to the sound of my doorbell and an insistent knock.  Pulling a robe over my panties I headed downstairs. The knock was coming from my back door meaning it was Trish. This time instead of a bottle she had two cups of coffee. I invited her in and we chatted. As I theorized last night she had a bad experience at the club. She came home pissed off and horny. She said she saw my light (I lied and said I must have left it on by accident) and had come over to talk. If she knew about my nocturnal activities she didn’t say anything. Again I was too shy to bring it up. Maybe someday if we were both drunk I could admit to her how I felt but I didn’t want to confess right now. I was too afraid it would ruin our friendship.

Later that week I went to the adult bookstore. The woman wanted a full report before she would give me more advice. I didn’t leave out a detail from how it felt on the stairs with a plug up my ass to diving into the bushes, to crawling through the yard to what I thought about when I came one last time in my bed. She was enthralled by my story. I saw her nipples get hard early in the tale and by the end she had her hand down her pants and was openly masturbating in the store. With my story done, but before she could climax, I tried to play the role of dominant and questioned her about “what kind of slut masturbates in a public store?” My dirty talk seemed to spur her on and she unbuttoned her jeans and started rubbing herself faster. I’d never watch another woman masturbate before and the fact that we were in semi-public made it even hotter. In ragged breath she asked if I wanted to join her. I gave it serious consideration for about 3 seconds before I started to lift my skirt. But just then the door chimed indicating we would not be alone.

Immediately I dropped my skirt. The woman reluctantly stopped, although I’m sure the guy who came in could see her hand in her pants which she slowly removed. She didn’t rebutton her pants right away preferring to hold her hand over the counter and pointing her wet fingers at me. I knew what she wanted and wasted no time sucking her fingers into my mouth. I was bent over the counter as she fed me her pussy flavored fingers. When she was clean I stopped. The guy was standing in the door staring at us. I smiled at him while my friend buttoned up her jeans. I don’t think the guy understood that he certainly could have had me at that moment and I bet the woman behind the counter would have joined us if he showed the least bit of confidence or a dominant streak. Alas he looked down and shuffled off you the DVD rental section. The woman waved me closer so I bent over the counter again.

“You did great this weekend. Try this one...”

I watched as she picked up a package from being the counter. It was in a brown paper bag.

“Don’t open it until Friday morning. I want it to be a surprise for you. You will find an instruction letter and a key. I want you to mail the key to yourself Friday afternoon. Let me know how it goes.” And then she kissed me. It wasn’t a friendly kiss either. It was an all consuming, tongue down my throat guaranteed to make me wet kind of kiss. Then she said she had to get back to work and went to find the guy looking at the DVDs. I walked out sloshy as usual. In my car I masturbated to a thunderous climax imaging the woman taking the guy in back and fucking the shit out of him.

All week I was tempted to peak in the bag. But I had started to think of this woman as my mistress even if I didn’t call her that and even though she had given me no indication she wanted anything more than to have me buy products from her. So I did as she asked and didn’t open the package until Friday morning. I had already addressed and stamped an envelope. I used my office as the return address. When I opened the bag I found the key in a plastic zipper bag along with a hand written note from her. I sniffed it and it was obvious she had sprayed her perfume on it.

“My lonely adventurous playmate,” the letter began. “Enclosed in the package is the latest product we have for tormenting a disobedient slave.” I pulled the product out of the bag. It was a vibrating panty of some kind.

“You may check the key on the lock if you want but I guarantee it is the right one. I want you to mail the key to yourself today. Saturday morning I want you to put on the panty. You will see that it is designed to stimulate or tease depending on the setting all three of your special spots.”

I looked at the box. The photo showed a built in butt plug, a vibrating dildo and what looked like a thin egg to press against the clit. The material looked light weight with a plastic shield that would prevent the wearer from pleasuring herself while it was on. There was a series of small holes in the bottom, I guess to drain urine if you had to pee.  I opened the box and looked at its instruction manual instead of the note she sent me. There were a wide variety of settings and a string of watch batteries which ran around the inside of the panty waistline. Based on the number of batteries I theorized the thing could run intermittently for days. There was also a built in belt designed to hold the panty tight against the wearer with a locking mechanism in the back to keep it in place. I began to put the pieces together… Impossible to take off, “tease and torment setting” long battery life and pleasure restricted to what the panty would give you. It sounded diabolical. I went back to reading her instructions.

“Once you put these panties on you will not be able to take them off until the postman arrives. I want you to set the panty on the tease setting. This will cause it to randomly stimulate you at different intervals throughout the day. You will not be able to remove it until the mail arrives so be sure to use the bathroom before you begin. I want the panties on by 6am. Next I want you to relax and have your normal Saturday morning. By noon I want you dressed in a short skirt, a blouse with no sleeves, stockings, heels and no bra. I want you to go to the mall and be sure to window shop for at least two hours. You should then go shoe shopping. You don’t have to buy anything but I want you to try on several pair and have a salesperson help you. By the time you get home the mail will have been delivered. You may remove the panties and masturbate or you may continue to wear them and bind yourself as you see fit.”

I read the instructions three or four times and looked at the box with the panties taunting me to try them right then. But I was a good girl and simply mailed the key. That night Trish and I went out. I was so excited about the prospects of wearing the special panties for hours the next day that I let myself get picked up. We had a frenzied suck and fuck in the back of his car. It wasn’t the most satisfying but it took my mind of my task for a few minutes. Back at home the panties were calling me to test them, but I resisted. I set my alarm for 5:30 so I could shower and prepare myself for my next adventure.

The panties went on pretty easily. A little lube and the plug and vibrator slid into their appropriate holes easily enough. The clit teaser was a bit cold and the pressure it put on my mound was a bit uncomfortable, but I figured once it started buzzing I wouldn’t care. I made sure the setting was on tease and snapped the lock together in the small of my back.

At first nothing happened. I tested the lock and the panties were not coming off any time soon. Then the butt plug began to gently vibrate. I clinched my cheeks against it as a reflex which intensified the vibration and then it was gone. I sat and waited for the other two stimulations to occur, but nothing happened. This could be a long day.

My instructions were to have a regular Saturday morning and go to the mall by noon. This meant coffee with Trish. I decided to dress in my regular weekend sweat clothes to try to look normal for her. This proved difficult as every time the clit teaser kicked in I almost jumped out of my seat. I had to learn to control that reaction before she arrived. The problem was the interval varied so much I didn’t know how many times I’d get to practice. As it neared Trish’s usual arrival time I made coffee and set us up outside on the patio. I made sure to position my chair downwind from hers to mask my arousal scent.

Thus we sat on the patio drinking our coffee comparing notes about our guys from last night. I got pretty good at hiding when the vaginal or anal plug turned on, but I was sure she though me crazy when the clit teaser turned on and I tensed every time. I told her I was having an allergic reaction to ragweed. I told her I was going to the pharmacy later and not to worry. She asked if I wanted to go out again tonight. I figured I’d have the panties off long before it was time to go out and would have been able to take care of my obvious need to climax so I agreed. Maybe I could even find a better guy tonight. Trish left about 11:15 giving me just enough time to dress as ordered and head to the mall.

The drive over to the mall was distracting to say the least. These panties were wicked. I remember thinking I had to lend them to Trish, but how could I even bring that subject up? “Hi Trish, I love locking these panties on and tormenting myself for hours. Want to try?” This just didn’t seem like a good ice breaker. I had dressed to be seen at the mall. I had a on a short skirt, stocking and high heels. I also had a white blouse. I skipped wearing a bra. My breasts are big enough that no wearing a bra really isn’t a good idea as I do flop around a bit. But I figured what the hell. I’d come this far I should go all the way. I had the top two buttons opened showing a bit of cleavage. My biggest miscalculation on the blouse was that without the bra my nipples would be rubbing the front of the shirt. They were already hard from the number the panties were doing on my pussy and now the gentle sway against the fabric was driving me wild. I decided I may have to stop and buy a bra because it was driving me insane, not that I didn’t love it.

The other people who apparently loved it was the teenage boys (and a fair number of men there with their wives). As I walked around the mall “shopping” I gathered quiet a following of horny guys trying to look discrete while they followed me. They seemed to enjoy watching the woman with the long legs, tight ass and bouncing tits seem to lose her concentration and have to lean against a post or window from time to time. Of course what they didn’t know was when the panty turned on it was all I could do to keep from screaming or to stay upright. Now I understood what the panty had a shield to keep my fingers from attacking my clit. I was so worked up I would have done it right there in the middle of the mall. I would not have cared if I got arrested for indecent exposure. I was getting light headed every time the vibe or clit teaser switched on. The butt plug was more of an annoyance, although at that moment any stimulation I received was welcome.

I kept looking at my watch trying to make sure I made it the full two hours as directed. It didn’t really matter as my mail probably had not been delivered yet but at least if I was in my car or back home I could moan when this damn thing turned on giving me some relief. I also started thinking about other places I could wear the panty, without locking it of course, so I could stimulate myself and the hit a bathroom for some relief. The office was an obvious choice, but I also gave thought to wearing it in public like at a park where I could sneak off into the bushes and get off when it got to be too much.

Finally my two hours were just about over. That was a very good thing as any of my new admirers could have had me right then and there if they had the courage to approach me and had the ability to break the lock off my panties. Instead I walked in a shoe store to complete my instructions. I had two choices, a hip place with both boys and girls (they all looked fresh out of high school) selling styled sneakers and strange women’s shoes or a more elegant woman’s shoe store. Part of me wanted to go the hip route and freak one of the boys out by spreading my legs while he measured my foot. But I decided against that since I was sure my skirt was trapping a strong smell of arousal and I didn’t want to put myself in a situation where some kid couldn’t handle himself. Instead I went to a shop which specialized in more formal women’s shoes.

The shop was not crowded. A very elegantly dressed (at least for this mall) woman greeted me and asked what kind of shoes I was looking for today. I wasn’t quite sure so she showed me around a bit. I caught her staring at my nipples several times and so I made sure to bend over in front of her to look at a pair of shoes on the bottom shelf. My horniness had me feeling saucy so I teased her as much as I thought I could get away with. That kind of behavior really wasn’t in my nature but for some reason I couldn’t help myself.

When it came time to try on a few pairs I liked, the woman sat down a small stool between my legs. Lifting my right foot I felt her caress my ankle and the sole of my foot. I shivered at her touch. I’m sure she noticed. She was staring up my short skirt. I’m sure she could see my soaking wet panty. Once thing I had not worried about as I shopped was the noise the panties made. The mall was a loud place but this store was different. Besides my obvious sharp intake of air as the clit buzzer decided to pick that moment to torment me, I could clearly hear the tell-tale buzz. I woman looked up and we locked eyes. She smiled. She obviously knew there was more to me than met the eye. It may have been my imagination but her foot message seemed to take on a more sensual feeling as she continued to stare into my eyes. Maybe she was trying to be a good sales woman trying to increase her sales by discretely letting me know she could tell how aroused I was or maybe she was letting me know she was available. Either was my head was swimming in lust.

She helped me try on the first pair of shoes and then escorted me to a mirror to look at them. She continued to watch me in the mirror as I kept up the pretense that I was just there to shop. When I sat back down to try on the next pair the butt plug sprung to life and I could hear it buzz against the chair very clearly. I wanted to die of embarrassment but my pussy gushed a fresh load of juices into the front of the panty. Why was my body betraying me like this? My discomfort was not lost on the saleswoman. After removing the first pair of shoes her hand once again cupped my right foot. This time instead of messaging my insole she slowly slid her hand up my calf. My sharp intake of breath gave me away as enjoying her touch instead of being upset with her forward nature.

When I looked at that pair of shoes in the mirror the woman stood behind me. She was looking over my shoulder. Her eyes were focused on my nipples poking through my blouse and her hand was resting on my ass. I think she was trying to see if she could feel the plug. All I felt was dizziness.

Before trying on the third pair of shoes my left calf received the same treatment as my right had before. I wanted her to move her hands up further. There was a moist furnace between my legs and I wanted her to get me off more than anything I’d ever wanted before. I would have done anything for her at that moment, but she continued acting, at least semi-professionally, like she was just selling shoes. I was not so professional. Her hands became bolder after the shoes were in place. Using both hands she slid under my skirt and onto my hot inner thighs. I was ready to spread my legs wide like a wanton slut. I closed my eyes and moaned quietly. I felt her fingers moving ever higher. If she didn’t stop they would soon reach my panty. I lifted my ass slightly and slid down the chair bringing her fingers into contact with my teasing undergarment. I felt her fingertip snap against the hard plastic shield bringing me back to reality. She was looking up at me with a WTF expression. I didn’t know what to say. Finally I babbled something like “I’m sorry I can’t take them off. It’s locked in place.”

The saleswoman pulled her hands out from under my skirt and took my hand pulling me into a standing position. She then brought me back to the mirror. Again she stood behind me and in the reflection I saw her look around the store. She then grabbed me firmly. Her arms wrapped around me and her strong hands gripped my breasts. She started kneading them and pinching my nipples through the thin fabric. I leaned back into her. Her mauling of my breasts stopped long enough to unbutton my blouse before she slipped her hands inside cupping my breasts once again.

“I’ve had all kinds of women in this store. I can always spot the ones out for more than shoes.” She was pinching my nipples very hard.  “You are projecting an amazing sexual aura but now I find out you’ve lock up your pussy from me.”

“I’m sorry,” I whined between moans.

“I’m hip with your little game fem, but if you’re ready for the real thing, come back tonight at closing time. Lose the panties but wear the shoes. I’ll make sure you get what you need.”

I was panting as she propositioned me. I wanted to cum so hard. Her nipple play had me close. Real close. I pushed back harder against her, but she pushed me forward pulling my shirt down before she released it. My breasts were now totally exposed and the blouse pulled down onto my arms had a restraining effect, although I could easily lift it if I needed to so. But I didn’t. I stood before her topless and needy waiting for her next move.

“Look slut. You came to the mall playing some kind of teasing game. I bet I could make you cum just sucking your nipples or maybe giving you a spanking. But I’m not going to do that. You are going to buy all four pairs of these shoes. You are going to return without your panties and if you’re lucky I’ll make you cum.”

I was floating on a cloud of desire. I grabbed my own nipples and began squeezing them like she had done. I was so close. The woman seemed amused by my inability to control myself. I was right on the edge. If the clit vibrator turned on I would have exploded. Instead I hear the bell indicating somebody had come into the store.

“I’ll be right with you,” my saleswoman called out.  “I have to help that customer and you have to leave now. Get your blouse on and meet me at the counter to check out. I’ll see you tonight at 9.”

She started to walk away before I could respond. I did as she told me sliding my blouse back into place and buttoning it. My nipples were screaming for more attention as the fabric brushed against them. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I slowly walked back over to the counter. Looking at the sales lady she was helping another woman in a short skirt pick out some shoes. She then directed her to the same chair I had been sitting in and then walked over to the counter.

Now she was 100% professional never mentioning what had happened between us and taking my credit card to pay for the shoes. I expected her to repeat her orders to me, but now that we were not alone it was as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Then the vibe turned on and I almost collapsed. I leaned down against the counter and grabbed it for safety. She walked away without saying a word. The vibe turned off and I knew I had to get out of there. Walking out I glanced by at my new friend. She was giving her new customer a foot message. I left the store wondering how long it would take before she was squirming under the sales lady’s direction. I was done with my shopping trip. I had to get home, get the key and then fuck myself senseless.

The walk out of the mall was the longest of my life. Not in distance mind you but by the fact that I felt like everyone who saw me knew exactly what kind of depraved slut I had become. I felt like everybody knew I was wearing a vibrating chastity belt which was driving me insane and that I had just let a complete stranger feel me up and torment my nipples. I hated making eye contact with the people I passed. I kept my head down mostly. My long strides were forcing the butt plug further up my tender ass. Did it turn on while I was walking? I don’t even know. I was too stimulated from the shoe store and too embarrassed to be this aroused in public to notice anything except the five feet in front of me. I had tunnel vision focusing me to the exit and the safety of my car. I’m not sure I even breathed until I was outside.

Safe once again in my car I noticed the vibrator was buzzing happily in my pussy. Did it just turn on or didn’t I notice? I sighed happily and it turned off. I was determined to complete this challenge and not try to get myself off in the car. Of course that didn’t mean I didn’t play with my nipples a bit on the way home. If you had seen my car you may have noticed my blouse was unbuttoned again while I kept one hand on the wheel and one hand inside my shirt playing with my nipples. If texting while driving is a hazard you should trying wearing these panties and tweaking your nipples. Fortunately I didn’t have far to drive. I practically ran from the garage in the rear of my townhome to the front yard where my mailbox is located. Grabbing the stack on envelopes (it must have been monthly bill day) I charged toward my front door. Once inside I tossed the mail onto the couch and ripped my blouse off and dropped my skirt to the floor. I then dropped to my knees in front of the couch, grabbed the stack of envelopes and started flipping through them.

The way things have been going I’m sure you are not surprised that the envelope with the key was not there. Of all the things that could have been delayed why did it have to be that one? I redressed and went back out to the mailbox to make sure I didn’t miss it. I had not. Fuck. What was I going to do? Beyond the lascivious need to orgasm there was the practical matter that I really needed to pee. The panty shield had holes in it so I guess I could just wet myself if I had to, but the butt plug obviously didn’t leave me an option when I eventually had to poo. I started to panic. My arousal quickly started to fade replaced by fear of being stuck and a self loathing for having done this to myself. Then the clit teaser and vibe both turned on together. That was a new sensation. They also seemed to stay on longer than in the past. Perhaps the microchip changed its pattern after eight hours. I began to think maybe in the not too distant future it would stay on long enough to cum. My arousal was racing back and soon I was leaning on the mailbox for support. But that feeling passed all too soon. The panty was on longer, but still wasn’t enough to make me climax. I made a mental not to chastise my friend at the adult bookstore for suggesting today’s adventure. Then it hit me. She must have a spare set of keys. She can unlock me.

I went back into my place to change. I’d had it with this too short skirt and I needed to change blouses anyway. Before I changed, however, I did take a picture with my cell camera to prove I went to the mall wearing the clothes she suggested. But that task was done. Now I needed satisfaction. I put on a pair of jeans, a bra and a t-shirt. Even in this plain outfit I felt like I was oozing sensuality. Then I heard the doorbell ring. Who could that be? Trish wouldn’t be expected for another three hours if we were going out. But I don’t think we were going out. Or were we? I kind of remember saying something about going out again tonight but I was in an arousal fog. I couldn’t be held responsible for that, could I? The doorbell rang again.

I answered the door and was surprised to find Trish. Thankfully, I guess, she wasn’t dressed in one of her usual “let’s go find a guy to fuck” outfits. She had on sweat pants and a tank top. Of course she looked gorgeous. She was holding an envelope which she handed to me as soon as I opened the door.

“The stupid mailman put this in my mailbox. Sorry I opened it before I realized it wasn’t mine.”

I could tell she was confused by the fact that the only thing in the envelope was a small key. I tried to play it cool and think of an excuse why someone would mail me a key. I stammered a little but I think I saved it.

“Thanks Trish,” I began trying to sound normal. “I lost the key to my luggage lock (kind of true) and they were kind enough to send me a replacement.”

“Oh,” Trish said. I was trying to read her reaction to see if she believed me. “OK, are you coming out with me tonight?”

“I think I’ll skip tonight. I’m beat and I need to crash.” At least I didn’t have to lie to her too badly.

“No problem. Coffee in the morning about 11?”

“Sure thing babe,” I replied.

I tried to keep up the normal appearance on the outside but on the inside I was cursing her for still being here. My next round of buzzing was due any second and from the repeated elevation in vibration from the last couple of rounds I was afraid there would be no way for me to hide my secret from Trish. Fortunately she left and I closed the door just before all three appendages turned on. I fell to the floor weak in my knees. I reached both hands beneath my shirt and grabbed and handful of tit flesh with both palms and pinching my nipples hard with my fingers. I got right to the edge again before the vibrations stopped. “This ends now!” I remember thinking.

Key in hand I ran up the stairs, the vibe and plug dancing in their respective holes. Once there I stripped again. I then opened up my toy chest and found what I was looking for, an eight inch long, two and a half in wide dildo with a suction cup base. I’d been a horny bitch in heat all day. I figured I better fuck like one as well. I licked the base of the dildo and pressed it against the bedroom door. I’d done that before. I knew it worked.

Then I removed and deactivated the torturous panty. I say torturous but really I loved every minute of its teasing. Finally free I got on my hands and knees and backed into the fake cock. This wasn’t my first time fucking myself doggie style. I’d done it plenty. I knew this position would make the dick hit all the right spots, not that it really mattered right then. I started cumming and yelling obscenities on the fifth stroke and didn’t stop until I could not cum again. I think I managed 8 in short succession before I finally collapsed on the floor. What a day it had been.

I went to bed early long before Trish was back. Part of me wanted to go back to the shoe store but sexually speaking I was too shredded to even think of being with the saleslady right then. Maybe another night we could party. As I drifted off to sleep I was haunted by the thought that Trish didn’t buy my luggage story or outright knew what the key opened. She had to have heard me fucking myself. I didn’t have the ability to be quiet earlier. Fuck it. If she knows she knows I decided and promptly fell asleep and slept straight through the night.

Much like she had been the morning after spanking Julie, Trish acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened between us yesterday. Maybe it was all in my head and she didn’t know the purpose of the key. I decided to tone down my self bondage activities and stop visiting the adult store. I was too close to getting caught and too close to being out of control. For a while I even stopped freezing my handcuff keys preferring to just pretend I couldn’t escape, teasing myself for a while and then getting myself off. But it wasn’t the same. My self imposed “cool down” period lasted less than two weeks and I was back to more elaborate adventures. Things were going great until fate intervened.

I had seen a picture online of a particularly delicious rigging involving my favorite toy, the Hitachi Wand. I wanted to be sure to enjoy the torment for many hours so I froze the handcuff key in an extra large ice cube. It was Saturday just after noon. Trish and I had our usual morning coffee at 11 and she was leaving for the gym. We made plans to go out that night and she said she would be back at 5 for some wine and cheese before we headed out. This was perfect for me. I figured the ice would last between three and four hours. As soon as she was out the door I grabbed the ice cube and headed upstairs.

I had everything prearranged in the dresser drawer that doubled as my toy cabinet. Leather cuffs for my ankles and wrists, my usual ice cube string which would drop the key down next to my hands and the new element I was most proud of, a swinging rope which could attach to the Hitachi. I didn’t bother dressing up in lingerie or doing anything fancy. I wanted to feel the leather and the buzz of the Hitachi as quickly as possible. I made sure I was aligned properly so the key would hit my hands and then I strapped my ankles into the cuffs and secured my legs spread eagle to the bed. I then turned the Hitachi on low and clipped shut the second pair of cuffs affixed to the headboard to my wrists. Thankfully the Hitachi lined up exactly how I had planned. It hung down with its bulbous head hitting my labia and indirectly my clit. The diabolical part was it swung back and forth on its suspension rope. As a result it would hit me in a most pleasurable way causing my hips to grind on the bed. My own motion would push the wand away to tease my thighs or even lose contact completely. The more pleasure it gave me the more likely I’d move enough to take that pleasure away. As a result I had to concentrate on not moving at all resulting in muscle stress, sweat and an overall hatred of myself for picking this position.

As usually happened I was soon lost in a world of lust and was dreaming of Trish finding me like this and taking charge over my body. I’d call her mistress and she would punish me when I was bad. When I was good she would let me lick her pussy and might even make me cum. I learned how to rotate my hips just right to keep the Hitachi where it needed to be and soon reached a very satisfying climax. Looking up at the clock I noticed it had only been twenty minutes since I bound myself. This could be a problem. I was already covered in a sheen of sweat and the wand was starting to build my arousal for round two.

The afternoon became a blur of anguish and torment as my orgasms begun to come fast and furious. Any sane person would have stopped by now. My pussy was sore as were my arms and legs. Even my stomach was beginning to hurt from all the times I contracted in orgasm driven by the incessant buzzing of the Hitachi. At least with a battery powered vibrator it would run down. But no, I had to use the electrically powered vibe for this tie. The periodic drip of ice water onto my head only served to remind me that I chose a larger cube size for today and that my escape was still hours away. My mind and spirit swirled through wave after wave of pleasure and pain. I role played scenario after scenario of how Trish could “capture” me and make me her own without me having to admit I was an out of control slut who needed her. Yes I was still too embarrassed to admit that. I looked at the clock. About an hour to go. I’d been cumming for the better part of three hours and lost track of how many orgasms I had enjoyed. But soon I’d be free and could hide my gear, shower and be dressed as the perfect friend and neighbor by the time Trish returned none the wiser to my afternoon of obsession about her.

At the end I was staring at the ice cube above me and trying to guess when the key would fall. Although I came more than I ever had in my life I was ready for this to be over. Each drop of ice water was like a badge of honor as I had endured more pleasure and pain than I ever had before. I thought my pussy would still be buzzing long into the night. The key was almost free. I struggled to remain still and let the Hitachi buzz one more orgasm out of me before the key became mine. Then it dropped and arched just like my string allowed right to my cuffed hands. I was almost disappointed. I was on the edge of another orgasm and now had to decide whether to wait a little longer or free myself.

You may be surprised that freeing myself won, but probably not for the reason you suspect. I had turned the Hitachi on low for the duration of my tie. I think having it on high would have killed me with orgasm overload. But now I wanted my hands and legs free. I was then going to rip the Hitachi off the rope, turn it on high and press it hard against my clit instead of the maddening indirect contact of the last four hours. I was going to finish with a power orgasm ripped from my body. Then I was going to prepare to go out and be miss goody-goody vanilla co-worker again. Only there was a problem. The key didn’t open the lock.

The key fit the lock fine and I knew from experience I had it positioned correctly, but it would not turn. WTF?!? I pulled the key out and looked at it. It looked right. Why wasn’t it working? In the mean time the Hitachi was doing its thing and the orgasm I’d been so near to achieving began to build again. My brain, instead of worrying about being stuck was thinking again about Trish and being her slave unable to escape. I soon came again trapped by my own lust. After I calmed down a bit I tried the lock again, but it didn’t budge. I resigned myself to the fact that Trish would be here soon and I needed a plausible excuse why I was tied like this and looking like I’d just spent the afternoon cumming my fool head off.

The wait for Trish to arrive and free me was interminable. The thought that something would delay her or for some reason she would not show up at all racked my brain. Finally I heard the door bell. Then I heard a knock. I had given Trish a key (she had given me a key to her place too) for emergencies like if either of us got locked out. Of course my not answering did not constitute an emergency. I’m sure she figured I just wasn’t home. That left me with the horrifying option of using my cell phone I had attached to the headboard, just in case, to call her before she went out for the evening. Not only was I going to get caught but I had to call her and ask her to rescue me. What is the protocol for calling somebody up and admitting you tied yourself up and can’t get free?

Thankfully I was able to hit the speed dial button on my phone and activate the speaker phone. Trish was less sympathetic than I had hoped. She actually laughed at me when I came clean about what had happened. I didn’t tell her all of the details about fantasizing about her all day. I just told her I was stuck in my bedroom and I needed her help. Back at my door in a couple of minutes and this time I heard the door open. I took a deep breath. I heard Trish call out to me and then heard her walking up the stairs.

Trish appeared at my bedroom door dressed as a vision of sexuality. This wasn’t just my post orgasmic haze playing games with my mind. She was dressed to kill obviously planning ahead for finding a new mate tonight. She had on a short tight leather dress with a scooped neckline showing off ample cleavage. The dress came down only to her mid thigh. She had on black fishnet stockings and her stiletto heels were at least four inches high. I felt myself begin to drool. She looked just right for my mistress fantasy. But how did she know that was what I wanted?

“Looks like you really got yourself in trouble there babe,” she said. “Do you do this often?”

There was no point trying to deny it. “Yeah Trish I do. Almost every weekend.”

“I never suspected you were into this kind of thing.”

“Well, it’s kind of new. I’ve been doing it for a few months,” I told her purposely not admitting she was my secret inspiration. “Can you get me loose? The key doesn’t seem to work.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take advantage of you?” she asked in a joking tone.

So there it was. I could say yes or I could say no. The only thing holding me back was after four hours I was very sore and didn’t think I could cum any more. Since Trish had sounded like she wasn’t 100% serious I decided to answer the same way. “I don’t think I could take any more today sweetie. I’ve sort of been cumming like a banshee for the last four hours.”

“I know,” Trish responded. “I could hear you. I wondered what you were doing for so long.”

“So do you think I’m a freak,” I asked her.

“No, not at all. I love to tie up my guys and make them beg for attention.”

“What about Julie?” I enquired.

“Yeah, that didn’t really work out. I kind of wanted to see what it was like to dominate a woman, but I prefer guys. She was willing but it really didn’t do anything for me. Let me try to get you out of there.”

I was kind of shocked to hear that Trish wasn’t into dominating women. From what I heard when she was with Julie she certainly enjoyed herself that night. Oh well. My secret love of bondage was out in the open. My lust for Trish could remain a secret a little longer.

Trish leaned over the bed to examine my cuffs. When she did her breasts rubbed over my face. It was my dream come true having her hover over me like that. It was a shame showing off for me wasn’t doing anything for her. She grabbed the cuffs and shook them, but they held fast.

“Damn, no wonder you couldn’t get free,” she exclaimed.

As if to get more leverage, she swung her leg over my chest and straddled me to get better access. She grabbed the key and started to work on the lock. Trish seemed oblivious to the fact that her skirt had hiked up when she threw her leg over my bound body. I had a perfect view under her skirt. It was then I realized she wasn’t wearing panties.

My lust immediately began to build again. Trish was wiggling on top of me trying to get the key to work in the lock and I was watching her pussy. God how I wanted her to just slide forward and press her juicy slit against my mouth. I would have given her the best orgasm she ever had. I knew I could do it. She couldn’t get the lock to release and in a final desperate attempt she pulled hard on the buckle causing her to slid up and almost plant her pussy over my mouth. It was tantalizingly close. I stuck my tongue out trying to get a taste, but I came up an inch short. It could have been a mile away as it didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to get my taste. Trish gave up and climbed off of me. I watched with disappointment as she pulled her dress back down. She must have known she could have had me. I guess she was serious about not being into women.

“I can’t get the lock open. Do you have anything I else I can use on it?” she said sounding disappointed at failing.

“The middle drawer of my dresser is my toy drawer. There may be something in there you can use.”

I knew there were no tools in the drawer but I wanted her to get a look at my collection in hopes that she would want to use some of the toys on me. I turned my head to watch her begin to look through my assortment. I had some other cuff keys and the keys to the torture panties. Trish found those and returned without comment about my other items. Again she just leaned over me smothering my head in boob flesh in the process. How could she not know what she was doing to me?

Of course neither key worked. I was still stuck and the Hitachi was still buzzing away on my tender pussy. Trish said she may have a key that worked from her cuffs at home. She said she would go to look for them. I asked her to turn off the Hitachi. She smiled and did just that. Then I felt her finger tips on my inner thigh.

“Damn girl, your pussy is all puffy and red. You must have cum a lot today. I can see why you want this thing turned off. I’ve always wanted to try one of these. You’ll have to lend it to me sometime.”

I really didn’t know how to respond to that statement. I wanted to tell her I’d me happy help her use it, but I just said something stupid like “any time.”

Trish walked out leaving me to think more about my situation. With the Hitachi off I could finally concentrate on the events of the day. My hope of becoming Trish’s sex slave had disappeared. I couldn’t believe she did not want to dominate me. At least she showed interest in my Hitachi. Maybe that was the opening I needed and someday a toy exchange could grow into more. I waited patiently for her to return. She seemed to be taking longer than necessary and then I heard a moan through the wall from her townhome. Fuck. She was masturbating. Why wasn’t she taking advantage of me? What was wrong with me? I obviously had turned her on if she couldn’t wait to get herself off but for some reason she didn’t want me. I was devastated.

It didn’t take long for Trish to climax. That made me feel even worse. Soon after I heard her enter my townhome again. All I wanted was for her to free me and then leave so I could curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep. Trish seemed happy when she entered my bedroom. She was glowing like a woman who, well, just came. She unbuckled my ankles allowing me to twist and stretch a bit.

“So did you cum good?” I asked her.

She looked me in the eyes. “Yes I did sweetie. Thanks for asking.”

“Why didn’t you want me to help?”

The tone in my voice betrayed the hurt I was feeling.

“I told you I’m not into dominating girls.”

“OK, fine, but I’d still just lick your pussy if you want. I could get you off.”

I’m sure I sounded desperate.

“But you did help me get off. I was actually thinking about your Hitachi and how great it must feel. I thought about how much fun it would be to tie up one of my guys and then sit on him and use it while he can’t touch me.”

I thought for a moment. “Do you want to try that with me?”

I could see the wheels turning in her head.

“I don’t think I want you to watch me masturbate. That would be too weird.”

There was an awkward silence for about 10 seconds.

“Would you let me blindfold you?” Trish asked quietly.

“Whatever you want honey,” I replied calmly. “I’m in no position to refuse anything.”

I smiled at her. Maybe I could convince her having me as her slavegirl was a good thing after all. I watched Trish contemplating her options again. Then without saying another word she went back to my toy drawer. I knew she would find a leather blindfold already adjusted to fit my head snuggly. Trish looked back at me.

“Are you sure about this Summer? I don’t want to screw up our friendship.”

“It’s ok baby,” I answered. “You’ll love it.”

I didn’t specify what “it” was leaving her to assume I meant the Hitachi although I really was talking about having me under her control. Trish slid the blindfold over my head plunging me into a world of darkness. I loved being blindfolded because my senses of touch and smell become so heightened. Immediately I felt new feelings of lust and arousal wash over my body. I heard Trish turn the Hitachi back on its high setting. Then she must have dropped it because I felt it hit my thigh and then bounced to my other legs before it settled hanging against my vagina again. Since Trish had unhooked my ankles I had to twist a bit to get the wand where I wanted it, but once I did I couldn’t help but moan. Trish may not have wanted me to see her masturbate but I didn’t care at that moment if she watched me. In fact the knowledge that she was in the room turned me on more.

I heard the sound of Trish removing her clothes. I wish she had not blindfolded me so I could see her amazing body, but if that was the price I had to pay to get her to play with me then so be it. I felt her weight on the edge of the bed and then I felt her leg swinging over my own. I was surprised a bit when I felt her sit down on me. Her ass was on my upper thighs. The Hitachi bounced free from this action but it soon arrived back on my pussy. In fact it was pressed hard against my clit. I was about to moan from the sudden contact when I heard Trish moan again. I then felt her ass begin to move on my legs. It took a moment to realize she was going to use the Hitachi while sitting on me. I’m sure it wasn’t a mistake that she was using her own pussy to push the head of the Hitachi down on my clit.

Trish began to hump the Hitachi in earnest forcing the head to not only pleasure her but me as well. She might not have wanted me to see her masturbate but apparently her ability to see me was OK. We both were moaning and the smell of arousal in my bedroom was definitely overpowering. Between moans Trish was praising the Hitachi and shouting to nobody in particular that it was the best thing she’d ever had between her legs. Between moans I was praising her, although I couldn’t tell if she really heard me or if she was so engrossed in her own pleasure that she wasn’t paying attention to me. She came with a shriek clamping her legs around mine. I wasn’t far behind, but before I could cum again she dismounted me and turned off the Hitachi.

“What the fuck?” I shouted. “Turn that back on and finish me.”

“Oh, sorry about that hon,” Trish said. “I was just thinking about myself. Do you have a strap-on?”

Now we were talking. She was finally going to fuck me. I had bought a strap-on because I fantasized about her using it on me but of course it had never been out of its package.

“Look in the second drawer. I don’t keep it in my regular toy drawer.”

I heard Trish moving around the room and then again felt her weight on my bed.

“Brand new huh. Did you buy this just in case? Lift your legs up babe,” she told me.

I pulled my feet back toward my ass and spread them to give her easy access to my dripping pussy.

“Let’s together silly,” she said.

I was confused until I felt her pulling the harness around my hips. She was putting the strap-on on me not wearing it herself.

“Baby, please fuck me,” I begged her.

“I told you I don’t do that. But I need cock right now and this will have to do.”

Damn her. I had been dreaming about her using me and taking advantage of me but this wasn’t what I had in mind. Once the fake cock was secured on me I felt her climbing over me once again. I didn’t know what to expect as she impaled herself onto me. She seemed happy judging by her squeals and the quickening pace she took fucking herself. As for me, I was getting a little secondary pleasure from her rocking motion as the base of the strap-on indirectly rubbed my clit, but it wasn’t great. I felt Trish’s hands on my breasts. Apparently she was leaning forward so she could really start riding it hard and needed to steady herself. This was the first sexual contact we really had and I tingled under the pressure of her fingers.

“Fuck me Summer you wild bitch,” Trish called out. “Give me all of your cock.”

“Untie me and I’ll give you the fucking of your life!” I shouted back at her.

Trish then pinched my nipples and then lay down on top of me, although she barely slowed her pace pounding the fake cock in and out of her pussy. For someone not into girls she really seemed to be enjoying herself. She was thrashing about. Although I couldn’t see her I could feel her hair against my face and knew her head was moving back and forth. I imagined her perfect ass bouncing up and down on my cock. She was out of control and again I was getting close to coming but couldn’t quite get over the top. I felt Trish slow down and then shift her weight. She was obviously sitting upright again.

  “Your cock made me so wet baby. I loved it. Just give me a minute to finish and then I’ll release you,” my best friend told me oblivious to my own need to cum.

I heard the Hitachi turn on again. I could tell Trish was doing a slow bump and grind on my strap-on. Now it was more wiggle and less pound with the added pleasure of the Hitachi pressed against her clit. It turns out we were both right. She finished quickly and didn’t care that I did not. I felt her dismount me and then the bed.

“My God that was awesome,” she exclaimed breathless from her third orgasm in the last 30 minutes.

“What about me,” I whined. “I need to cum too.”

“You can finish yourself. I need to go home and clean up. You’ve inspired me to find some new hunk to bring back and dominate tonight.”

I felt her struggling with the lock on my cuff again. Apparently she had a couple of different keys and finally the lock popped open. Trish gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and she was gone before I could get the cuffs off and take off the blindfold. I was pissed at her but of course I didn’t take time to worry about that. I looked over at the dresser and the strap-on was sitting upright still glimmering with her pussy juice. Well if she wouldn’t let me go to the source at least I can get a taste. I rolled out of bed over to the dresser, grabbed the fake cock and pushed it into my mouth. She tasted wonderful, at least as wonderful as she could coating a latex dong. Looking back to the Hitachi still hanging over my bed I had the urge to know what she was feeling. I grabbed the dildo and jumped back on the bed. I would have much preferred if my gorgeous neighbor had been wearing my pleasure tool, but I managed to hold it in place well enough for me to fuck. With my other hand I held the Hitachi against my clit. It was a lethal combination. Trish was probably already in the shower but if not I’m sure she heard my screams of ecstasy as I brought myself off one final time.

My pussy was numb after a total of 5 hours of near constant attention and abuse. I was sore, I was dehydrated from cumming so much and I wasn’t sure if my best friend would ever talk to me again after learning what a freak I am, but I was also sexually satisfied in a way I’d never felt before. I didn’t bother to get up and shower. I just curled up and fell asleep on my nasty, wet sheets. I had never felt so alive.

I was dark when I woke up. My right hand had been between my legs. My pussy was still wet. Looking at the clock it was 10:45.  I thought back to the afternoon in bondage and Trish using me to pleasure herself and smiled. I really wish I had not been blindfolded so I could have seen what she looked like when she came. I’m sure her breasts had been flopping wildly when she rode me. Then I remembered that she said she was still going out to look for a stud to dominate that night. I wondered if she had been successful.

I felt very dirty both from my activities and from sleeping in the remnants so I got up and took a shower. Then I went down to the kitchen to fix a snack. I didn’t bother putting clothes on. After everything that happened today it really didn’t seem necessary. After making a sandwich I looked out the kitchen window to the back yard to try and figure out if Trish’s lights were on. For some reason I had to know if she had brought a man home. Maybe she would strike out and my offer to serve her would look better.

The backyard looked pretty dark. I was about to open my garage door to see if I could see Trish’s car when a more exciting way to verify that popped into my head. As you probably remember I had to sneak into the garage to retrieve a key while wearing a hobble chain. Although it was exciting I was also very scared I’d be caught. I decided I wanted to try streaking to the garage again only this time without the restriction of ankle cuffs. I figured that was safer but would still be exciting.

I made sure I had my key to this side door this time. No more worrying about my neighbors wondering why my garage door was open. My plan was to stay near the bushes and make a mad dash for the side of the garage. Then I could open the side door and check for Trish’s car. I could also see into her kitchen from the safety of the side of the garage. In retrospect I could have called her too, but I’d been thinking about sex 24/7 lately and wasn’t exactly thinking straight. So out I went. My tits were flapping wildly as I sprinted to the garage. I didn’t look back to see if anybody might have seen me.

Inspecting the garage I saw Trish’s car was missing. My landlord’s car was there, but since he and his wife both had cars and their twin boys shared a car that was hardly a surprise or even evidence that they were home. I shut the door and then snuck to the edge of the building to peak toward Trish’s kitchen. As I suspected it was dark. Looking to the landlord’s place I noticed their two sons sitting in the kitchen. I hoped unlike last time I was outside naked they would not move to their patio trapping me.

I decided I had better use the bushes for cover as I went back to my own kitchen. I took one final peak around the corner to make sure the coast was clear when the headlights of Trish’s car came around the corner of the garage. I spun back pressing my back against the garage wall trying to make myself as flat as possible. Of course this was a relative description as my heaving chest made for an interesting shadow. I tried to calm my racing heart and slow my breathing. I knew Trish never used the service door (we all walked out of the open garage door and then shut it remotely) but the thought of her catching me was very exciting. I didn’t leave my head exposed long enough to determine if she was alone. I stood silently listening for the garage door to shut. When it did I peaked carefully around the corner.

I was surprised that Trish was alone. I watched her perfect ass so effectively displayed by her short skirt and high heels walk toward her place. How could she have struck out? Maybe I had made more of an impression than I thought on her. My mind was daydreaming about burying my face between her ass cheeks when I saw her turn and walk to the back door of the landlord’s. What could she be doing there? I watch one of the twin open the door. Trish went into the kitchen. The boy then grabbed her in a passionate embrace and gave her a deep kiss. Trish kissed him back with a fiery intensity I could plainly see even at a distance. Apparently his brother was getting jealous because he pushed them apart. I’ll be damned if Trish didn’t then wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him the same way. What the hell?

When they broke their embrace Trish pointed toward her place. She walked out first and went back to her kitchen. The boys disappeared from view. I felt like a pervert spying on her, but I couldn’t help myself. Trish surprised me by taking off her clothes right in the kitchen. The windows did not afford me much of a view but I could tell what she was doing. I could see that she was naked. I then saw her sit on her kitchen table. I wondered what was going on but fortunately I didn’t have to wait long. The neighbor boys soon were out their kitchen door walking over to Trish’s place. They had shit eating grins on their faces. It was obvious what they were expecting. I had never taken a good look at them before. I’d met my landlord obviously but never his wife and only his sons in passing. Studying them as they walked to my best friend’s house I realized they were actually pretty good looking. Trish’s back door was unlocked and they walked in without knocking. I watched as they repeated their passionate kisses only this time each had a firm grip on one of her ample breasts. Trish’s head was tilted back exposing her neck in an apparent bid for passionate attention from the boys. My own pussy was starting to feel jealous as the two young studs were giving my friend attention. Attention that I certainly could have used.

I watched as Trish got off the table and disappeared to the floor. I couldn’t see the details, but it was obvious what she was doing. I began rubbing my clit. Trish worked the two boys over for a few minutes until they pointed toward the interior of her townhome. I saw her get up. Her face was flush. She walked in front of them and my show was apparently over. I didn’t bother worrying about being seen. I bolted for my door. I prayed Trish would take them where I could hear them. She knew I was home and after this afternoon knew I was a perv so hopefully she would take them to her second bedroom. I’d even settle for the muted sounds from the basement. As it turned out that is where I tracked them down.

But there was something else I found downstairs. Hanging out of a ceiling tile on the shared wall with Trish’s place was a yellow video cable. There was a sign that said “plug this into your TV.” That cable was not there the last time I was downstairs. I grabbed a chair and followed the cable up into the ceiling tile. Lifting the tile I discovered the walls went up to the floor joists but access to Trish’s place was as easy as moving the next ceiling tile. The wire came up from her basement and down into mine. She had obviously set this up while I napped. When I realized the wire was probably connected to a camera I got excited.

I just had an old cheap TV in my basement but that was perfect for this purpose. The picture wasn’t great, but I could clearly see Trish on all fours sucking off one of the boys while the other did her from behind. Through the concrete walls I couldn’t hear much, but I made up sounds in my mind to match the action. In the background of the picture I saw a collection of crops, floggers, cuffs and clamps. Apparently the boys didn’t care about any of that preferring to just go with tag team sex of my sexy neighbor.

From Trish’s reaction they were very good at what they were doing. They also seemed very in control of their emotions. That probably was why they didn’t try to dominate her. Three tops is never a good idea. They needed me over there so I could be slave to all of them. I’m sure you are not surprised that I masturbated again watching the X-rated show Trish had arranged for me to see. I wondered if she had originally planned to bring home some submissive guy to show me what she really enjoys. But I was happy to watch her get drilled by our neighbors. I made a mental note to get to know the boys. Perhaps they can offer me the same neighborly attention. When they were done with her she did her best porn star impression and let them shoot on her face. She was on her knees and when the boys pulled on their pants and walked upstairs she remained on her knees facing the camera. She smiled at me, winked, and then made a show of wiping the cum off her face and into her mouth. What a whore. I loved it and wished it was me.

Frustratingly everything the next week made it seem like nothing out of the ordinary happened last Saturday. I know she wanted me to watch her take on two guys like a slut bunny and she certainly knew what I was all about, but nothing about it was said between us. Finally by next Saturday I had reached my breaking point. All week I had fantasized about Trish and now the neighbor boys. It was time for me to lay my cards on the table as it were. Instead of waiting for Trish to come to my house for coffee I went to hers. She didn’t seem too surprised to see me.

“So did you enjoy the show last Saturday?” she asked.

“You knew I would,” I countered.

“Yeah, I did too. Those boys have great cocks. Too bad they are not into BDSM.”

“Speaking of bondage,” I replied, “I have not stopped thinking about you or them.”

“I told you I’m not into girls.”

“I know, but you like tying up guys. Can you just tie me up so I can’t escape myself. I want to know what it feels like,” I pleaded.

“What are friends for?” she replied with a wink.

I stepped into her townhome. When the door shut behind me and she locked the deadbolt it felt like a prison cell shutting.

“From now on you will do exactly what I say without question, agreed?” she asked.

I nodded my head.

“Good. Take your clothes off. All of them. Fold them and place them on that chair,” she said pointing toward the living room.

I did as I was told. It felt very liberating. I stood before my best friend naked and alive. My nipple were hard and my pussy was wet. I couldn’t wait for her next command.  If I’d known what it was I probably would not have been so impatient.

“I really enjoyed playing with your Hitachi last Saturday. That thing is amazing. Be a good girl and fetch it for me,” Trish ordered.

“But, but, but I’m naked and the sun is shining,” I complained.

“That’s not my problem,” she responded. “If you want me to tie you up I need to get something out of this arrangement. I’m going to use your Hitachi again after I tie you. Or you could just get dressed and go tie yourself.”

I was in a quandary. I didn’t want to be seen naked outside but I also desperately needed her to take control. I started moving toward the kitchen and the back door.

“Where are you going?” Trish asked.

“Back door,” I responded pointing toward the kitchen,

“No, no, no, go out the front.”

“But what about the people on the street?”

“Why should we have all the fun today?” she replied and I knew I was sunk. I walked to the door and opened the deadbolt.

Grasping my key in my hand I peeked out the door much like I had done from the garage.

“Meet me downstairs. Don’t take too long or I’ll get bored with you and you can forget this.”

Trish turned and walked away. I was shocked she wasn’t going to watch me. I took a deep breath and ran to my house. My heart was pounded when I made it into the safety of my townhome. Running through the front yard in daylight was 10 times worse than the backyard at night. It was also 10 times as exciting. I hurried and got my Hitachi and then made the mad dash to Trish’s. I expected her to have to door locked to make me wait on her stoop, but she didn’t. I ran down the stairs to her basement. She was arranging several sets of cuff and paddles. She took the Hitachi from me. I noticed she was holding a blindfold. Damn, once again I wouldn’t get them pleasure of watching her. Strange since she let me watch her last weekend. Of well. As long as she ties me.

The first thing Trish did was have me pick out a collar from a collection she had in her bondage gear cabinet. She explained that normally a collaring ceremony was very formal as the dominant took his/her slave on a permanent basis. She said not to read that much into this but that she would need it later. I picked a simple leather one with a big D ring in the front. Trish had me put it on myself. I felt completely different once I had done so like I was a real slavegirl, even if it was temporary. Next Trish pointed to a padded bench and told me to bend over it.

“I’ll pick your next adornment,” she said.

I’m sure she had already made her mind up because she returned quickly with a butt plug that had a long hair tail attached to the end. I gave her a quizzical look.

“You’re acting like a bitch dog in heat so I’m making you look like one,” she said with a smile.

Trish applied a generous amount of lube to the plug and also to the outside of my asshole. The plug slid in easier that I think she expected.

“So this isn’t the first time you’ve had something up your ass. Good. That will make it easier later.”

Trish then pointed to a padded mat on the floor and told me to get on my knees. When I did so she walked past me. I realized my mouth was at the perfect height to service her pussy. Oh how I wanted her to rub it against my face and for my tongue deep inside her honey pot. Instead she went over to a cabinet and returned with a strange contraption of cuffs and chain.

“This is to put you in a sitting hog tie. It’s not the tightest bondage position but I think you will like it. Hands behind your back please.”

Trish made quick work of me. Two cuffs went around my ankles. The cuffs were chained through a common ring in the center to two wrist cuffs. When she was done a minute later my left wrist was chained to my right ankle and my right wrist to my left ankle. The chains were short enough that I had to lean backwards slightly. This had the effect of throwing my chest out exposing my breasts to whatever torture (or hopefully pleasure) Trish wanted to inflict on me. The second effect was to stress my thighs. I hope she didn’t plan on me holding this position too long.  This position also exposed my pussy which was leaking copious amounts of fluid. I loved this treatment.

Trish then retrieved the Hitachi and took her own clothes off. I was surprised and happy that she didn’t blindfold me. Instead she sat on the floor in front of me and spread her legs. She was exceptionally filthy in her descriptions of what she was feeling from the Hitachi and how much she loved fucking the neighbor boys. She teased me saying how much she knew I would love it if she used the Hitachi on me and called the boys for help. Watching this beautiful creature of pure sex masturbate in front of me while in bondage had my lust off the charts. I’m sure that was her purpose. When she finally climaxed I begged for her to do me. I promised I would do anything for her if she would just get me off. I told her I’d be at her beck and call and would get her off whenever she wanted. Just please let me cum now.

“Anything, anytime?” she asked.

I was practically panting with need from watching her show and having my ass penetrated. “Yes anything.”

“OK,” she said. “Let’s see if you like this.”

I watched as she grabbed her cell phone and sent a text message. Was she signaling the boys to come over? Then she went back to the cabinet and brought another set of the hog tie cuffs and chains which she set in front of me. She then brought over a large double ended dildo (or was it a vibrator I couldn’t tell) two pairs of nipple clips with short chains, another butt plug with tail and an ornate collar. I must have looked confused. I watched as she lubed up the plug and slid it up her own ass. It went in easier than mine did. I guess her ass gets more action than mine.

“I told you I’m not into dominating girls. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like getting tied up like you do.”

I was dumbfounded. I could only watch as Trish first attached one of the nipple clips to my right nipple letting the chain and second clip dangle. The pain was mouth-watering. I’d infrequently used clamps before with limited pleasure but with her in control it felt great. She then clamped my left nipple. Again its chain and matching clip dangled in front of me. Trish didn’t say a word. She then slid one end of the double dildo into my pussy. There was little to no resistance. I was soaked. She then flipped a switch and it began to vibrate.

“This is a neat toy. Both sides are controlled independently so you can tailor the speed and frequency to the person using it. I think for you top speed will be good. You’ll probably cum in minutes.”

I groaned with pleasure as the vibrations began to rock me to my core. Trish then knelt in front of me and hooked her own ankles with the cuffs and then slid the other end of the vibrator into her pussy.

“I prefer a tease setting. It turns on and off randomly at low speed and will not let me cum.”

I thought of the ramifications of having Trish teased and primed for wild sex. When she releases us she’ll be ready for anything. That will be my chance. I didn’t want to be all cummed out from having the vibe on high.”

“Can you set my side the same way?”

“I can, but you might not like it.”

“I can handle it. Trust me.”

I watched Trish fiddle with the control and the vibrations stopped. I took a deep breath. Trish put on her collar. She looked so sexy and submissive. The fact that she was placing herself in bondage and apparently had the same desires I did was an incredible turn on. She then picked up the nipple clip dangling from the chain off my left breast and attached it to her left nipple. There was a shot of pain through my  body as the chain was momentarily stretched to the limit. She then repeated the process with the right chain.

“We’re now attached. Don’t move to fast or we’ll both be in extreme pain.”

I nodded my head. Trish leaned back pulling the chains almost taught. She then grabbed the two remaining wrist cuffs. She must have been an expert in cuffing herself because she did it quickly with apparently little effort. Thus we were both bound with our asses plugged, our pussies sharing a diabolical vibrator, our nipples clamped together so any movement by one of us would instants bring pain to our partner and our wrists and ankles cuffed holding us in a kneeling position. I was also staring at Trish’s stunning face and amazing tits fantasizing about what I was going to do to her when she releases me.

“I didn’t see how you can release the cuffs,” I questioned Trish.

“I can’t,” she relied.

“What?” I exclaimed with alarm accidentally pulling on her nipples.

“Please don’t do that,” she said.

“Sorry,” I replied.

“You wanted to be bound so you can’t escape. I’ve done that. You will find it much more stimulating than waiting for an ice cube to melt.”

“But you said you can’t get us free?” I said sounding nervous.

“That is correct. That is what you wanted.”

“I wanted for me not to be able to get free until you release me. How are we going to get out of this?” I was almost crying. Then the vibe turned on. It shocked me because I had forgotten both my holes were very full.

“Not to worry. I sent a text to let my mistress know where we were. She’ll let us go.”

“Your mistress?” I questioned.

“Yes. My mistress. It’s time I let you in on a little secret. I do enjoy tying up guys and making them beg me for attention, but being under the control of a strict mistress is what really turns me on. That is why I can’t dominate you.”

I was almost in tears from stimulation overload. “And she is coming here this afternoon?”

“Yes she was very interested in meeting you after I told her about your affection for self bondage.  She’s the one who suggested I switch the keys so you couldn’t escape last Saturday. She gave me an order to recruit a coworker for her. Sorry about that. But I had fun and I’m sure you did too.”

This was all too much for me to handle. “But what about the neighbor boys?”

“The twins, Peter and Bobby? They’re fun with good cocks, but I don’t let them tie me. They know how to fuck so I use them for stress relief when mistress isn’t around.”

“I can’t believe you did this to me,” I said with an accusing tone.

“Bullshit,” Trish replied. “I see the way you look at me. You’ve wanted to fuck me since we met.”

As if to reinforce her point she pulled back on the nipple chain shooting a bolt of pain through me.

“True, but I want to serve you not someone else.”

“Not to worry. You’ll love your new mistress. She has the sweetest pussy. She also doesn’t mind me fucking around when she’s not home so we’ll be able to play I’m sure.”

My head was spinning. “I don’t know if I can do this Trish.”

“You really don’t have a choice, Summer. You can’t escape and I know what that vibe will do to your resolve. By the time she gets here you will be so desperate to cum you’ll do anything she says to have an orgasm.”

The vibe turned on again higher this time. I was riding a confused wave of lust and I could feel my orgasm building. I tried to focus my eyes on Trish but apparently her end of the vibe was on too. She looked so beautiful. She was right. I would do anything to be with her and I’m sure by the time my new mistress arrived I’d probably beg her too to fuck me hard.

“What’s our mistress like?” I managed to ask Trish.

“She’s married with kids, but you would never tell from her body. She’s stunning. You’ll fuck her husband and suck his cock all the time. He likes shooting in my mouth. He’ll love you too. They take care of me and I take care of them.  She’ll give you just the right balance of pain and pleasure. Just enjoy the ride.”

I wasn’t sure about this but I trusted Trish and I was horny as hell. Two hours later I was desperate to cum when I heard the sound of boots coming downstairs. She was here.