This is my first submission here; and the first time I've gone public with this kind of story at all. But as a frequent reader of this and other sites, I often find a small but very noticeable void in the collections. Not very many characters have bodies like those of myself and some of my friends. So I decided to try to change that myself, at least in some small way. I write for those out there on a similar search as me, and for all the others who will hopefully be enlightened along with their enjoyment.
She squirmed in her chair, once again so horny, so needing, cursing the inability to help herself. Cursing the lack of anyone around to ease the ache in any way. She had a boyfriend, but he never seemed to be around during these times, nor did he ever really want to satiate all of her needs, maybe afraid of hurting her.
She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. Maybe she wasn't drop-dead gorgeous according to most people, but despite the wheelchair surrounding her, she was pretty in a quiet way. Short brown hair, deep brown eyes that were now even darker with need, full breasts which were probably her best physical feature on her short frame, arms and legs which were not strong, but not completely useless, either.
A moan escaped her; she could feel her heartbeat in her core. She had to do something. She had to try. She logged on to an instant messenger, hoping to find her online friend, the one guy, the one person, who knew about some things that she needed badly, and was willing to play with those ideas online. She had never tried that kind of thing before, knowing her physical release would not be real from those kind of plays, but the fact that he wanted to be there with her, wanted to explore in whatever space they could make, expected her to give back, wanted to make her release deep and unending instead of stopping before it started, drove her absolutely drunk on the joy and power of the experience. The feeling was almost as good as physical release would be, and so was a desired substitute.
Sometimes, she wanted to play as a super-heroine, completely opposite her real-life body, although usually her alter got tied up and was totally helpless and unable to use superpowers against the impending repeated orgasms.
Today, now, she wanted to be taken as she was in real life, maybe even tied up in her chair, aching breasts bound tighter than they ever had been before, and legs bound wide apart, vibrator lashed to and buried in her pussy, and one up to the hilt in her ass, held there by the chair itself. Meanwhile, her feet, considered useless by some, would make a delicious receiver for the cock of her friend, tied to form a welcoming, teasing, squeezing circle around it, and she would get drunk on the elation of knowing that even bound by him, she still controlled his need. And they would come. Together. Hard.
Holy hell, that image made her so soaking wet. And of course, he was not online. Damn.
She logged on to a new adult video streaming site she had recently found for free, but the images of girls being tied up so they were actually suspended and then taken by various machines made her ache even worse than she possibly thought it could be. She logged off and closed her eyes.
Suddenly, she heard and felt movement behind her. Her eyes flew open, trying to see around her. Her vision went black as her eyes were bound tightly. Someone quickly reclined her chair, so she was almost on her back. Knowing and determined hands slid what felt like silk onto her legs and up over her torso. Then the hands began to alternately lightly trace and knead her thighs through the new silk. When the hands traced down to her feet, she cried out, both because her feet were small and sensitive, and because the sudden attention to her feet brought to mind her friend. Was he really here?
She called out his name, but heard nothing in response. She knew his voice, but had no idea how he looked. So if it was him, he kept the mystery for now.
She felt herself being lifted out of her chair and held against her visitor's body in a standing position, but with her feet not quite touching the floor. He rather roughly pulled her arms up as high as they could go comfortably, and tied them together at the wrists, with the other end of the soft cloth connected to the ceiling. Slowly, very artfully, he connected other strips of cloth around her body to the ceiling. Then he removed the blindfold and stepped back.
