Boyfriend Gets His Wish, Part 3

It was hard not to giggle and struggle as he carried my bound body over his shoulder like a caveman who’d just conquered his cavegirl. I squirmed a little, but honestly, I was worried he’d drop me and all tied up wasn’t the way I wanted to fall.

Still, I got a nice view of his butt and finally got to say, “Let me go, you brute!” which was one more thing I could check off my bucket list.

Tyler gently deposited me on the bed and looked at me with pure lust in his eyes. There must be something about a tightly bound girl with her tits popping out that turned him on. “What now, big boy?” I asked as I stretched out as much as I could.

“Now you finally get to grant me my birthday wish,” he said.

“And what’s that? It wasn’t just tying me up, was it? You get to do that all the time.”

“I’m going to hogtie you..”

“Mmmm,” I said. Of all the positions we’d done, a hogtie was one of my faves. “Then what?”

“Your mouth is free.”

“You want a hogtied blowjob,” I said. “Okay, stud. Let’s make this happen. Just promise me you’ll fuck my brains out, too.”

He switched my vibrator to low and the rope between my legs lit up. My lips tingled, my clit pulsed and throbbed. “We’ll see,” he said.

Tyler flipped me over on my stomach and pulled my legs up. I didn’t fight him as he secured my ankles to my arms and cinched the rope tight until I couldn’t move. He let me squirm and struggle until I proved to myself I was stuck and completely at his mercy.

I rested my head on the bed and let myself get lost on the feeling, that deep security that comes with tight bondage with a partner you completely trust. I was fully lost in subspace, just a body that couldn’t move with a pussy that was screaming for more than the low-level vibrations that kept me alert and aware, but nowhere near orgasm. I’d never been so aware of my body. There was something about really, really wanting to cum but not being able to that made me all that much hornier.

He surprised me by fiddling with my hair, tugging and pulling like he was putting some kind of hair tie in there. I’d put on my cat ear headband not just because it was cute, but because it kept my hair out of my face, so I didn’t really need a ponytail holder, too.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He answered by pulling my head back by my hair. He’d taken a thin rope, braided it into my locks and tied it to my ankles. All I could do was look up and gasp.

So that was what total bondage felt like. I could barely squirm and I couldn’t even move my head. I clenched and unclenched my fists, stretched my fingers, curled my toes. I was acutely aware of every part of my body from the comforter on my bare nipples to the gentle tug of my hair to the bonds all over me and the rope rubbing my pussy.

I moaned. I whimpered. I struggled and tugged, but I was stuck.

“Comfy?” Tyler asked.

He’d stripped off his shirt while I was lost in subspace. I had to look up to see his shoulders and that amazing chest I loved to rest my head on. The bulge in his pants was right at eye level, massive and eye catching.

I tried to say something flippant, something that would blow it all off and let me act like this was nothing special, but I couldn’t. I’d never been tied this tightly before and the effect was short-circuiting my head. I felt helpless. I could barely even swallow with head pulled back the way it was.

“Yes,” I said quietly.

Tyler pulled his pants down. The cock that had been my best friend popped out, huge and erect. From my position, it seemed bigger than it had ever been. I’d stroked it, ridden it, sucked it dry, but it seemed magical and massive at that moment, too big to fit in my mouth. Too big to be real.

I opened my mouth. He stepped closer, close enough that the tip brushed my lips. I tried to move my mouth over it, but the damned hair tie kept me stuck. That was when it hit me; he didn’t just want a blowjob. He could get a blowjob any time he wanted. I’d even hidden under his desk once with his dick in my mouth while his boss held an impromptu meeting. Tyler wanted something different.

Well, if that was his plan, I was game. I was confident in my skills. I smiled and said, “Do it, baby. Fuck my mouth.”

I opened wide and breathed through my nose. He slid it in my mouth slowly, gently. Like a hesitant lover touching me for the first time. At first it was just the tip and I played with it, running my tongue around him before closing my lips and sucking.

He moaned, low and deep in his stomach. I tried to move further down, to push him into my mouth, but the damned hair tie wouldn’t let me. I whimpered, wined, and squirmed. I was the one tied up, but I wanted that cock. I wanted to give him the blowjob of a lifetime, but all I could do was work with what he gave me.

Tyler pulled out and looked down at me. I must have been a hell of a sight, the cute girl in lingerie all trussed up with her mouth open and body straining. “More,” I said. “Give me more.”

It slid back into my mouth and I wrapped my lips around his hard cock like it was a lifeline. He filled my mouth better than any gag. My oral fixation kicked in and I sucked and licked and moaned in ecstasy.

Some of my girlfriends hate giving head, but I’ve always liked it. Cum doesn’t taste very good, but it’s not the worst thing in the world, and I’ve found giving a guy head meant he was more likely to give me head. And I do so love a guy who can eat pussy.

Sucking his dick when I couldn’t move my head was a different experience. I had all kind of techniques I’d worked out with him like focusing on the tip for a while before shoving my head down until his cock went down my throat, but all those only worked when I could move my head. In a way, it was easier being tied up because he had to do most of the work. In another way, it was harder because I wanted to suck him off like I liked to suck him off and I couldn’t.

He built up steam slowly, each thrust pushing further into my mouth. Each time, I let him thrust in and sucked hard as he slid back. We worked into a rhythm. Push in until he almost went down my throat and slide out slowly. Tyler knew what I could do and wasn’t afraid to push it. In the end, his cock went down my throat each time, thrust into my mouth until my lips hit the base of his cock.

It wasn’t something I could do normally, but he’d gotten me so turned on that I was thinking with my pussy. The vibrating rope between my legs had me so close to cumming that I’d convinced myself that his dick in my mouth was almost as good as having it in my pussy. It wasn’t, of course, but in my weakened, horny state, I’d convinced myself it was.

Tyler moaned again. His hands gripped the back of my head and I knew he was going to explode soon. He pushed himself into my mouth, caressing the back of my throat with his cock and held it there. I focused on it, enjoyed it, wrapped my lips around it and tried to suck the cum straight out of his balls. The tension in his body built and then the pulse hit him. Hot cum shot into my mouth, salty and sour. He pulsed over and over until my mouth was full and it dripped past my lips.

He slid out slowly. I knew how sensitive he got after he came, but I didn’t care. I sucked hard, like I could keep his dick in my mouth with the power of my lips alone, but he still pulled free with a little pop. That was when I discovered a strange thing about having my head tied back: It was hard to swallow. After a few tries, I managed to get his cum down my throat. I relaxed into my bonds and looked up at him.

His eyes were lidded, thick and heavy with the torpor of release. He plopped down on the bed next to me and fell backwards. While it was nice that he was satisfied, I was still tied up and so horny I’d fuck a doorknob if I could.

I let him rest and wiggled my hips around. Maybe if I could get the rope in just the right place, I could join him in a little post-orgasmic bliss. No luck. Just the relentless buzz of my vibrator and the desperate pleading of my wet pussy. I coughed quietly and squirmed in my ropes.

“Sorry, baby,” he muttered.

He sat up and fingers toyed with the ropes. My hair loosened and I laid my head down on the comforter. Legs fell free. Ankles and knees released. Even having my elbows untied felt amazing. I’d never been so happy to lie face-first on the bed and spread my legs.

There was just one problem. “Um, sweetie,” I said, pushing my still-tied wrists toward him. “Didn’t you forget something?”

“I didn’t forget,” he said. “I just like how you look with your hands tied.”

I rolled over on the bed and gave him best glare. He smirked. My tits were hanging out and old faithful was still tickling my pussy. Besides, it’s hard to look tough when you’re tied up in skimpy lingerie.

“Please, baby,” I said, rubbing my thighs together.

He scooted up to the head of the bed and spread his legs. Damn, dude, you just fucked my mouth and now you want a blowjob? There’s only such much my jaw can take. Tyler saw the look in my eyes and shook his head.

“It’s your turn, sweetie,” he told me. “Unless you’d rather I just took a shower and went to bed.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I scooted on my knees, turned around and snuggled up next to him. He stroked my body and held me tight to him. While he caressed my breasts and played with my nipples, my hands automatically sought his cock. There it was, still semi-erect, hot and heavy in my palms.

Slowly, Tyler’s hands worked their way down my body until he could push my thighs open. He pulled the vibrator free and immediately set to using it directly on my clit. I came in no time, screaming and crying, gripping his poor cock like it was a stress ball.

When I came back to my senses, I found a fully erect cock in my hands and Tyler calmly untying the rope between my legs. He stroked my pussy gently and whistled.

“You must have enjoyed the rope,” he said.

“That rope, the other ropes, my vibrator, your cock in my mouth…”

“Speaking of cock,” he said as he pulled my soaked panties down over my hips. “Mine could use some more attention.”

I sat up on my knees and let him strip my underwear before straddling him. I was so wet he slid right in, filling me up and nearly making me cum again. My hips started moving. I pushed against him, trying to drive his dick further inside of me. His hands grasped my hips and he shook his head.

“Just enjoy the sensation, baby,” he said. “Just sit still and enjoy.”

He held me tightly to him, big cock filling me. I squirmed this way and that, but those hands wouldn’t budge. It was delicious torture, worse than the vibrator because he was inside of me and all I wanted to do was grind my pussy.

“Come on, baby,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”

“Squeeze me,” he replied.

I cocked my head to the side, not sure what he meant. I squeezed my knees together. He shook his head. “Squeeze my cock.”

Oh, that way. I contracted, focusing on the feeling of him deep inside of me. “Harder,” he said.

I tried again. It was like Kegel exercises with a sexy, kinky twist. I squeezed his cock and held tightly. “Good girl,” Tyler said.

I blushed. It was silly, but I loved it when he called me a good girl, especially when I was doing something no traditional good girl would do, like riding his cock with my hands tied behind my back.

His hands let go of my hips and I didn’t waste a second. I ground away at him, rode him like a wild steed, and relished every second of him fucking me from below. The tingle started slowly between my legs and spread throughout my whole body, raging through me like electric fire. The world faded from focus as my brain checked out. I’m sure I screamed when the orgasm tore through me, but all I remember is immense release followed by everything going black and thinking distantly, “So this is what it means to have my brains fucked out.”

I came to snuggled up next to him, untied, and wrapped in a blanket. He had his arm wrapped around me, pulling me close and keeping me safe from monsters. My body still felt distant, but his arms helped ground me.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered in my ear.

My jaw was sore, my pussy was wiped out, and my brain still hadn’t kicked all the way back in, but I had to admit it was a hell of a night. “You’re welcome, sweetie,” I mumbled, kind of wishing he’d shut up so I could go to sleep.

“You know, your birthday’s coming up soon.”

I nodded.

“One good turn deserves another. I’ll be all yours.”

I pulled his arm around me and snuggled deep into him. All mine? I hope I look good in a cowgirl hat and a strap-on.

Tune in next week for an all new adventure.

Boyfriend Gets His Wish, Part 2

Tyler gently grabbed my wrist from behind. I’d been so lost in thought that I didn’t even hear him coming and nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Shh,” he whispered. “You’re safe.”

“For now,” I said, looking over my shoulder.

He’d changed into a tight T-shirt that showed off his shoulders. Muscles rippled and danced as he kissed my cheek and delicately pushed my face away from him. “No peeking,” he said.

“But I want to peek.”

“No peeking or you get the mask.”

He was bringing out the big guns early. The mask was a full face mask made of some stretchy material that zipped up the back. The only hole was one for the mouth. We’d both worn it from time to time and found it pretty intense for regular play. It wasn’t like it was uncomfortable, but there was some nameless thing about having a mask over my head that could push fun time into a much different space.

“I’ll be a good girl,” I told him.

He cinched my wrists together with a length of rope and deftly tied a knot just out of reach of my probing fingers. Solid, yet still comfortable. “I know you will,” he told me.

I spent a moment trying to prove to him that I could still be a bad girl if I wanted to, but the boy knew how to tie me up. My wrists weren’t going anywhere and no matter how I squirmed around, I couldn’t slide my hands out or even reach the knot between my wrists.

“Now what, big guy?” I asked. “Just my wrists or did you have something more fun planned?”

I knew I shouldn’t egg him on, but my ego always got the best of me. I loved bondage and my little barbs over the years had gotten me tied up for longer and longer and in ever more interesting positions. He usually preferred me spread so he could play with my pussy, but not always. Tonight wasn’t looking like one of those kinds of nights.

Rope wrapped around my elbows, delicate at first but soon tugging them tightly together. I squeaked. Wrists were one thing, I could still open doors and pick things up, but with my elbows tightly tied together, I was completely helpless. My shoulders went back, thrusting my tits forward. I glanced down at the girls, absolutely convinced they were going to pop out of that skimpy little bra.

I tried to squirm, but my arms were almost completely immobilized. “Where’d you learn that little trick?” I asked over my shoulder.

Tyler pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me. Talk about feeling helpless in his grasp. His caressed my tummy, ran up and down my sides and teased the edges and sides my breasts. Hardening nipples poked away at the rough lace trim of my bra. There was something so amazing about feeling completely helpless while still feeling completely secure in his arms. Incredible, powerful, erotic.

Fingers teased the top of my panties, just barely pushing inside. I moaned and whimpered. I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to plunge those fingers down between my legs and give my throbbing clit a little love. I tried to turn around and kiss him, press my body hard up to his and rub up against him, but he held me fast.

“Not so fast, sweetie,” he whispered in my ear, hot breath like fire against my charged flesh.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Just a little.”

“Not yet, baby. I’ve got plans for you before I make you cum.”

He broke away from me and sat down on the couch right in front of me. In his hands was a length of rope. I did my best to act cool, like this kind of thing happens all the time and I’m so hip to it, that even having my wrists and elbows tied while my boyfriend leers at my barely-there-lingerie clad body didn’t do much for me. Meanwhile, my heart was thudding in my chest like a band of Taiko drummers had taken up residence, my nipples were rock hard, my clit was pounding, and my panties were soaking through.

Tyler pulled me close. Just a tiny little kiss on my tummy and I nearly lost it. “Baby,” I moaned.

He ignored me and wrapped the length of rope around my waist, cinching it tight in front of me. What the hell was he doing? I watched in confusion as he tied a pair of knots. Was he going to lead me around by the waist? There were perfectly good collars in the toy box.

“Spread your legs a little, baby.”

I cocked my head to the side, but parted my legs. To my surprise, rather than leading me around with it, he ran the length of rope between my legs and through to my back. He fiddled with the rope, tightening and adjusting until it was snug on top of my hungry pussy, nestled neatly inside of my swollen lips. Suddenly, and with great effect, the knots made sense. One rested right next to my clit, the other tried to push its way inside of me.

He secured the ends of the rope to my wrists and tossed me his self-satisfied smile. “Go ahead and struggle.”

The first time I moved my bound wrists, the rope between legs tightened and the knots rubbed my sensitive girl parts. I whimpered and bit my lip. It was just enough to keep my pussy hungry, but not enough to get me off. I looked him in the eye, gave him my best puppy dog eyes, but he just smiled.

I wanted to play it cool, but the feeling of that rope digging into my pussy just wouldn’t stop. I swayed my hips and tried to move my hands lower, anything to ease the relentless pressure but it was no use. It felt like having someone constantly holding his hand between my legs, waiting for me to grind against it, but there was no grinding. Just constant, relentless pressure reminding me of how fucking horny I was.

“This is mean,” I said.

“If you think that’s mean, you’ll love what’s coming.”

He ran his hands down the insides of my thighs, caressing the tender flesh from my aching pussy to the tops of my stockings. Just a little higher, baby. Just a little rubbing. You’d find me so appreciative. I panted. I moaned. I thrust my pussy toward him, hoping he’d take pity on me and give me some release.

Instead, he gently pushed my legs together and bound them at the knees and ankles before planting a chaste kiss on the front of my panties. “You’re beautiful, baby,” he said. “You look amazing in lingerie and rope.”

“Thank you,” I muttered.

“Seriously, you should see yourself. A work of art.”

“Please,” I whispered. My clit was pounding. My pussy was pounding. All it wanted was a good pounding and I’d do almost anything to get it.

“I know you’re horny, baby,” he said. “That’s the point. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to make it worse.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “It can’t get any worse. I can’t take it.”

His fingers traced lines across my stomach. Those amazing lips of his dabbed kisses all over my torso. I struggled and squirmed and did nothing more than make the rope wetter and my pussy hungrier.

Without warning, he pulled my favorite vibrator out of his pocket and showed it to me. I smiled and nodded furiously. “Yes!” I said, thrusting my bound pussy toward him.

He patted my panties gently. “Not exactly, sweetie.”

Old faithful was just what I needed, turn that bad boy up and rub it all over. I’d cum screaming like a banshee in no time. But he didn’t rub it between my legs or even put it inside of me. He slid it gently between the rope and my panties, nowhere near my needy clit.

“That’s not where that goes,” I told him.

Tyler turned it on and my knees nearly buckled. He held me around the waist, keeping me upright as the vibrations traveled down the rope and lit my pussy up like a flashing neon sign. I’d never felt anything like it before. It was like having a vibrator all over all at once. Not as powerful as the buzzing tip right on me, but enough to let me know it was there.

“Are you sure that’s not where it goes?” Tyler asked.

I mumbled something between “Oh, God” and “Yes”. It was like, seriously, dude, shut up and let me enjoy this. But that wasn’t in the cards. He clicked it off leaving my pussy tingling and my clit begging for more. I struggled in the roped, pulling my arms this way and that and succeeded in doing nothing more than rubbing myself further into frustration.

“Please,” I begged. “Just a little longer. I’ll do anything.”

He stood me up straight and stroked my hair. I nuzzled my face into his hand, kissing his palm when I really wanted that hand between me legs. Or better yet, his face and then his cock and then his face again between my legs. The pussy rope was all I got.

“I know you will, sweetheart,” Tyler said. “Stay here. I’ve got a few things to finish up. If you’re a good girl, I’ll turn the vibrator back on for you.”

He gave my tummy one last stroke and left me standing tied up in the living room, tottering slightly in my high heels and hoping to high hell I didn’t fall over. Knees weak, tits threatening to pop out of my bra, pussy screaming at me for more. Whatever he had in mind for me, I just hoped it involved a gag because when I finally got to cum, I was going to be screaming so loud the neighbors would probably call the cops.

Tyler strolled back into the room like he owned everything in it, myself included. He stopped inches from my face, body heat pouring over me. “Are you sure you want to keep going?” he asked.

I nodded. At this point, I’d do anything.

“Because I can just untie you and we can watch a movie or something.”

I shook my head furiously. There was no way watching a movie on the couch right then was even a remote possibility. “I’m all yours, baby,” I said.

“Good.”

He squatted down, wrapped his arms around my butt and lifted. The next thing I knew, I was over his shoulder, thrashing and giggling as he carried me to the bedroom like a bag of laundry.

That was when the girls decided it was time to pop free from my cute little bra.

Tune in next week for the exciting conclusion.

Misadventures in Self Bondage

Being tied up has always been thrilling to me. Hogtied, balltied, spread eagle, ropes, cuffs, whatever, I love the feel of the restraint. It puts me in my Zen state. Most of the time, bondage is best played with a partner. There’s something both thrilling and relaxing to know there’s someone who can tie you up in ways you can’t do yourself and untie you when the game is over. But there are times when the rest of the team isn’t around and you have to improvise. This story is about one of those times and the little twist we all dream and worry about when we tie ourselves up.

I walked into my empty apartment with a relieved sigh. Another long day over, hell, another long week over. I had nothing to do over the weekend except sleep in, stay in my pajamas, and watch bad TV.

My heels clacked on the wood floor. The landlord said high heels and wood floors were a bad combination, but fuck him. Until he fixed that spot in front of my bedroom that creaked like a bitch, I was wearing whatever I wanted. Just to spite him, I did a little dance in place until I realized how much my feet hurt.

I dropped my purse and keys on the table and grabbed a beer. Kicked off my shoes and stretched my toes. The siren song of TV was calling to me, but I was still too wound up to relax. Work did that to me. I tended to throw everything into work and that left me exhausted but too keyed up to relax. I took a sip from the beer and padded to my room.

My bed was a mess, but it usually is. Without thinking, I pulled the sheet into place and smoothed out the comforter. Fluff up the pillows and it almost looked like an adult lived and slept there. Out of the corner of my eye, a bit of black smiled up at me from behind one of the legs. Thank god no one was here with me. I knelt down and started to shove the cuff back behind the bed where it belonged.

As soon as my fingers brushed the leather, I knew that’s what I needed. I pulled it and its three sisters onto the bed and licked my lips. Yes. Soft, black leather attached to chains was exactly what I needed. With my mind locked onto the leather cuffs, I stepped out of my dress and almost tore off my tights. Warm air caressed me like a silent lover.

Fuck the bra. Fuck the panties. I thought about digging out a garter belt but decided it was too much effort. The bed and the cuffs were calling to me. I pulled out my vibrator, plugged it in and left it on my nightstand. Grabbed a gag, a blindfold, a collar, and my wireless earbuds and scooted onto the bed with a huge grin on my face.

I didn’t really need the collar, it wasn’t like anyone was going to be leading me around on a leash, but there was something satisfying about it. Not wearing it seemed wrong somehow, like going out with earrings but no necklace. Plus, the gentle pressure around my neck felt so good.

The gag was next. Somewhere along the lines I developed a gag fetish. I’ve got a dozen of the damned things ranging from bits to open-mouth to balls to penis shaped to this one gag I found that has a harness on it and when you tug the harness, it pushes a cock further into my mouth. Tonight was a night for a simple ball gag, something mouth-filling, but not too big.

As usual, as soon as the gag went in, I whimpered contentedly. The old, familiar throb between my thighs started up. That was the way it always worked: Gag went in, pussy started up.

I resisted the urge to finger myself and sat cross-legged on the bed while I started the app on my tablet. Five minutes lead time and thirty minutes run time should do.

Self-bondage is always a dicey thing. Like that time in college when I walked in on my roommate squirming on her bed. She’d stuffed her mouth with panties and taped it shut so she could barely make a sound before cuffing her ankles and wrists. She had just enough length on the cuff chains to get herself off with a vibrator, but in her fervor she’d knocked the keys off the bed and was stuck. Since I lived alone, that would be bad for me.

It took some effort, but I finally found a good solution. An electric motor under my bed was controlled by the app on my tablet. I little jury rigging rope to chain to cuff and I got myself a secure system that I could use to my heart’s content with a reasonable amount of safety.

I had five minutes before the motor started to get myself ready. Plenty of time. I pushed the earbuds into my ears and secured the leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Pulled the blindfold down and stretched out on my bed. While I laid there, heartbeat throbbing in my ears, I idly touched myself. Rubbed my breasts and felt my nipples harden. Ran a hand between my legs and whimpered. Swollen lips, awake and alert clit, my pussy was hungry.

Thoughts of the cute new guy at work. Touseled black hair. That easy smile. Those full lips all over me. He was one of the reasons work was so difficult lately; too much sexy in one package.

I fingered myself and wondered what he’d do to me if he found me all bound and gagged like this. Would he freak and run like so many men, or would he caress my bound body and snuggle up to me while I came down from some mind blowing orgasm?

I felt that delicious rumbling building up in my core. Just another minute or two. Please. Just another minute or two.

Music filled my earbuds, a gentle electronic beat with long, deep bass. I couldn’t name the song, just another of the relaxing beats on my playlist. The motor kicked in, gently pulling my cuffs. God, I was so close! Not now!

But the machine didn’t care. The motor under my bed pulled my limbs. Legs spread wider. Wrists relentlessly tugged up to the corners of my bed. I chewed on my gag and struggled to get my hand back down to my throbbing clit. I cursed myself for not starting sooner or setting a longer lead time.

When the motor stopped, I was spread wide, open to the world. Hard nipples and wet pussy exposed and demanding only a few feet from my hands. I struggled and squirmed and whimpered into my gag, trying to find some way I could get my hands free and finish myself off.

No use. I’d done too good a job of putting it all together. Now, all I could do was lie there, bound and gagged and blindfolded and do my best to not think about how much I wanted someone to come along and fuck my brains out or how good a mouth and tongue would feel.

That was the game. Being tied up allowed me time to think, to relax into my demanding body. Earbuds and blindfold blocked out the world. The gag muffled my cries and whimpers. It was just me and my body and thoughts of how good that vibrator was going to feel when the machine finally let me go.

There was freedom in bondage. I didn’t have to worry about whether or not my ass was too big or my tits weren’t perky enough. I didn’t have to talk to anyone but Mr. Gag. I didn’t have to do anything but let the music carry me away into fantasies of being felt up, kissed, licked, fucked until my brain shut down.

I was deep in a fantasy of running my fingers through touseled black hair while a big cock filled me up when I heard that damned floorboard creak. I froze. Shit. Had I locked the door? Was there someone in my apartment? I pulled on my arms as hard as I could, tried to close my legs. No luck. I strained with my ears, trying to ignore the music and listen to the outside world but all I could hear was the gentle bass.

“Who’s there?” I tried to ask, but it came out as a muffled mumble.

It had to be in mind. Some deep-down fantasy. I eased back into the bed and tried to relax, but my mind was alert. Whatever it was, it pissed me off as much as made me nervous. This was my meditation time. My time to fantasize so deeply that I could still feel hard cock in my pussy and arms around my body.

The fantasy came roaring back, and I was back in the supply closet riding the new guy for all he was worth. I could see his eyes rolling back in his head, smell his aftershave as he kissed my neck. After this fantasy, I’d never be able to look at him the same way again without feeling his hard, naked chest against my tits and his cock filling me up.

In my dream state, I could feel an orgasm building, rolling through me like a threatening thunderstorm that would never materialize. No matter how hard I fantasized, I couldn’t make myself come. That was what the vibrator on my nightstand was for and as soon as my hands were free it was going straight between my legs.

The faintest whiff of flowers passed my nose. Perfume, but not one of mine. I tensed again, whimpering not just because I was worried someone was there but because my fantasy disappeared in a flash. Who was there? It had to be my imagination.

Then I felt a fingertip trace up my thigh and immediately lost my shit. This was my worst nightmare. Worse than being caught was being caught by some stranger. I struggled ferociously, tugging and trying desperately to close my legs and free my hands.

A soft but firm hand pressed on my stomach. It stroked me gently. I calmed down a bit, but still tugged on the chains that held me tight. A fingertip traced something over and over on my bare stomach. S. h. h. S. h. h. S. h. h.

“Who’s there?” I tried to ask again. It came out a mumble, a jumbled mass of nervous sounds.

S. h. h.

The hand gently stroked my stomach, a calming touch. My heartbeat roared in my ears. No offense, Hand, but I was having trouble being calm. It kept gently stroking my stomach as I struggled and whimpered. Finally, I calmed down, but my body stayed tense.

The hand worked its way around my body, caressing my cheeks and doing its best to calm me. Whoever it was attached to didn’t seem to want to hurt me. I relaxed slightly and let the hand play with me.

It started moving around my body slowly, exploring me, the soft spots on my inner thighs, my sides before working up my body and across my breasts. My nipples hardened, erect and loving it as my bound body descended into pure lust. When it slid between my legs and stroked my lips, I thrust my hips up, trying to get it to rub my aching clit and slide fingers inside my wet pussy. Finish what I’d started before the machine took over and seized my building orgasm.

But the hand didn’t want me to cum. It was content to play with me, to rev me up and back off over and over. Surely, the thirty minutes had to be up soon, but there was no way to tell. The passing of time was nothing more than my burning hot body, a mysterious hand on my sensitive girl parts, and muffled moans through a gag. Even the music, a mix chosen specifically to sound the same, didn’t help. I could have been there for hours or only a few minutes. In the end it didn’t matter. It was exactly what I craved, just me and my body and the deep Zen state of bondage.

Without warning the hand stopped touching me. I cried out for more, begging through gagged lips to keep going, to bring me to ecstasy. Nothing. It stopped entirely. All I had was a memory of fingers on my swollen, sensitive pussy lips and a desperate moaning.

A fingertip touched my stomach, gently drawing something. 3. 0. 3. 0. 3. 0.

Oh, no. The timer had been reset. I had been close to freedom, but now I had another half hour. A half hour of hard nipples, sensitive flesh, and wet, needy pussy. I moaned and cried. I squirmed and struggled, but it was no use. I was stuck, a prisoner of my own making and deep down inside I loved it. I descended into thoughts of Cassidy’s head on my lap, her taped mouth and cuffed limbs begging for release. I dreamed of black hair brushing my face while someone slid a huge cock inside of me. I thought of sucking off my boyfriend at the beach and his tongue flicking my clit. I thought of every fucking sexy thing with reckless abandon because that was all I could do. My brain had been subsumed by my need.

When the chains loosened, I didn’t even bother to take off the blindfold or pull out the gag. I fumbled for my vibrator, flipped it on, and immediately shoved it between my legs. The first orgasm was a quickie, a relief valve being flipped. The second one curled my toes. The last one had me screaming like a banshee behind my gag and left me a sopping hot mess sprawled on my bed, finally sated and chewing contentedly on my gag.

I never did find out who the hand belonged to. Maybe it was all a dream, maybe it was just my mind and body seeking an escape. All I knew was, I couldn’t wait to do it again.