Summer's Fantasies free porn video

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 k**s 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 k**s 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 k**s
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 k**ding, but my mind was thinking maybe
she really was mad at Julie. Then I remembered Julie was heading to the
guest bedroom. Maybe I could actually hear if something was going on in
there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes," I admitted in a quiet voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who are you k**ding?" she replied. "You can't wait to do this."

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

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

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

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

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

Walking was a great challenge. I could only move a couple of inches per
step. I thought about hopping but I was too worried I'd fall again. When I
got to the stairs I realized the folly of my quest for plug in
vibrations. There was no way I could walk up the stairs and trying to hop
was really way to dangerous. I decided the only way I could get upstairs
was to sit backwards and "fall" up the stairs one at a time. I would land
on my ass driving the plug deeper into my bum (a nice feeling by the way in
my hyper aroused state) and then lift my legs up to the next stair. I would
then stand and repeat the process on the next stair. To be sure this was
the "safest" method, but it also meant fucking myself hard up the ass. Not
that I didn't enjoy it mind you. I was breathless with need and lust by the
time I made it upstairs and another 10 minutes closer to retrieving the
keys and getting myself off. I retrieved the Hitachi box thankful that it
wasn't packaged in molded plastic. If it had been there was no way I could
have unwrapped it with my hands cuffed behind my back. Even in just a box
and regular plastic wrap it was a challenge. But I finally
succeed. Everything took at least 10 times as long as normal to accomplish
with my cuffs on. I'm sure I looked terrible as sweat poured down my body
and I was very aware of the smell coming from my pussy. I looked around the
room for a place to plug in the Hitachi, but all the plugs were behind
furniture. I cursed myself for making my room so neat and blocking all the
plugs. I thought about the bathroom but all those plugs were counter top
height and not accessible given my bondage. I tried to put my thinking cap
on to solve this dilemma. The living room had open plugs near the floor,
but the blinds were also open and I wasn't sure if I could pull them
shut. The kitchen had the same problem as the bathroom. My only solution
was the family room near the TV. There was a power strip on the floor and
at least some privacy.

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

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

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

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

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

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



I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew it was dark
outside. Looking at the clock I realized it was 1am. It was now or never to
retrieve the keys. I gingerly got up from the couch and slowly made my way
to the kitchen. Although I had brought my garage door opener in I had
inadvertently not left it on the edge of the counter. As a result I had a
struggle to retrieve it bound as I was, but eventually I had it and opened
the garage door. My garage is long. There are three two car bays each with
their own door but all connected inside. I have my car, my bike and some
storage boxes in my third. I looked into the backyard as my door
opened. There was light coming from one of the other townhomes. I thought
it was from my landlord's kitchen. But it was late. Maybe they just forgot
to turn it off. Or maybe his k**s 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 k**s walked out to the garage and shut my
door. Apparently he figured I left it open by accident. Bastard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My secret life was intact, although looking at myself in the mirror I could
see the cost. I was covered in dirt and had many scratches from the ground
especially along my hard nipples. I had to shower before going to bed. And
of course alone in the darkness of my bedroom, clean body but still dirty
mind, I did finally masturbate using my dildo, nipple clamps and holding
the Hitachi at just the right angle. I wasn't quiet. I hoped Trish had
passed out before I started otherwise she would have definitely heard me.
I slept the sleep of the dead waking to the sound of my doorbell and an
insistent knock. Pulling a robe over my panties I headed downstairs. The
knock was coming from my back door meaning it was Trish. This time instead
of a bottle she had two cups of coffee. I invited her in and we chatted. As
I theorized last night she had a bad experience at the club. She came home
pissed off and horny. She said she saw my light (I lied and said I must
have left it on by accident) and had come over to talk. If she knew about
my nocturnal activities she didn't say anything. Again I was too shy to
bring it up. Maybe someday if we were both drunk I could admit to her how I
felt but I didn't want to confess right now. I was too afraid it would ruin
our friendship.

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

Immediately I dropped my skirt. The woman reluctantly stopped, although I'm
sure the guy who came in could see her hand in her pants which she slowly
removed. She didn't rebutton her pants right away preferring to hold her
hand over the counter and pointing her wet fingers at me. I knew what she
wanted and wasted no time sucking her fingers into my mouth. I was bent
over the counter as she fed me her pussy flavored fingers. When she was
clean I sto