12 comments/ 80963 views/ 71 favorites 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 naïve 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." Summer's Fantasies "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. Summer's Fantasies 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.