Looking at herself in the mirror on the other side of the room Virginia felt deeply satisfied with her work. She looked like a damsel in distress, a sexy goth damsel in distress. It was the little details like the contrast of her black lipstick against the bright red ball gag that made her look irresistible in her opinion. The gentle vibration of the magic wand against her crotch felt delightfully excruciating. She could feel the slow build up deep inside her. It seemed as if pleasure kept pouring in without ever overflowing. Instead of fighting it she decided to embrace it. She started softly moaning. She found the sound of her own pleasure, muffled by the gag to be deeply erotic.
Looking again at her reflection she found the way her curves moved as she ground her hips mesmerizing. Eventually she got into a sort of rhythm where she would shift her focus back and forth between the porn playing on TV and her own predicament. Impregnating herself with the sometimes sensual, sometimes brutal but always arousing energy of the scene. And then closing her eyes and entering a trance like state, letting the raw physicality of the moment overwhelm her. She had lost track of time; she could not tell how long it had been or even keep count of how many of these cycles she had been through. It did not even matter anymore. She had accepted that her bondage would simply end when it was meant to end. Not a second earlier. And she would not have wanted it to be any shorter.
Her bliss was suddenly interrupted when she thought she heard a noise coming from the front door. She opened her eyes and with considerable efforts shifted her attention away from her current predicament and unto the entryway. After a few tense seconds of silence, she heard it again. Someone was fidgeting with the door. Wild scenarios were racing through her mind. What if it was a burglar? She was completely defenseless! She heard an ominous creaking sound as the door opened.
"Ginny, your car is blocking the garage door... Again... Can you please move it?"
Virginia's heart skipped a bit. This was Claire's voice! And Claire was the only person to call her Ginny (she hated that nickname). How could this be happening? She was supposed to be away! A panicked Virginia tried to pull on her restraints with all the strength she could gather. Surely, she had been locked for at least an hour, perhaps more. The ice lock was due to open any time now. It was probably not very strong anymore. If she could pull hard enough it would release her hands and she could untie herself or at least crawl to safety before Claire walked into the living room. But her efforts were in vain, the ice lock was still holding strong.
"Ginny? Are you there?" the voice called again.
Still desperate to free herself, Virginia was clinging onto the faint hope that Claire would go away. She heard some indistinct swearing then the sound of approaching footsteps.
"Oh my God?!" screamed a stunned Claire, as she entered the living room and saw her helpless roommate.
