Caught Pt 02 4

An awkward silence filled the room and I wasn't sure I could answer Ivy's question even if I weren't wearing the gag. She looked around the room, taking in the clamps on my nipples, the vibrator, the flickering, scented candles, and the key dangling from the headboard within reach of my cuffed hands.

"You did this yourself? This is quite the effort."

Ivy sounded impressed as she looked me over incredulously. I'd never even considered that Ivy would return early, I had watched her leave on the bus to the station, she was supposed to be partying in London right now and then staying in a hotel overnight. Ivy's expression switched from disbelief to a smirk and I dreaded the worst. That was all I needed during my first couple of months settling into university, the story of how I liked to tie and gag myself spread around the student body. Whenever they saw me there would be hushed whispers and snickers, and I'd be paranoid that everyone would be talking about me.

Despite the horror I felt, my body betrayed me as the vibrator went intense again and I found myself unable to look away from Ivy's gaze as I came once again. I could only imagine what I must look like through her eyes; handcuffed to the bed and gagged, a sheen of sweat across my skin as my body convulsed lightly.

My eyes watered from the overwhelming emotions flooding my mind, and I fumbled for the keys with my hands. Filled with panic, I tugged too hard and dropped them to the floor. Ivy couldn't help but let out a laugh as she heard the keys drop. She approached me and bent down to pick up the keys, weighing them in her hand briefly, deep in thought. She removed the ballgag from my mouth and gently stroked my hair, removing it from covering my face.

"Hope. Your secret is safe with me, don't worry about that. Now, I can release the handcuffs, but something tells me that isn't what you want. Then there's the consideration of what I want, and right now, I want to kiss you. Would you like to kiss me?"

The fears frantically racing through my mind slowly calmed, and I searched Ivy's face for any signs that this was a prank. Ivy's expression had turned stoic, giving away nothing. Fuck it, she'd caught me like this, it wasn't like things would get much worse.

"Yes," I answered shakily.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Ivy's face lit up with excitement as she set the keys on the bedside table and removed the black dress she had been wearing. To my surprise, Ivy was wearing no underwear under her dress indicating that she had originally gone out without any; clearly, she had been expecting some action tonight. My eyes never left her stunning body as she climbed atop my body and straddled my waist. Her hands gently cupped my face and I trembled as our lips met. As soon as they touched, my anxiety relaxed and my worries seemed to float away. The kiss had started gentle, but Ivy wanted more and I moaned as her tongue massaged mine. I hadn't kissed many people so it wasn't a surprise this was the best kiss I had experienced.

Ivy pulled away, and I reached forward with my eyes closed, not wanting to break away. She smiled, seemingly proud of herself while I felt a bizarrely wonderful mix of safe, yet vulnerable in her presence. Spurred on by my blatant approval of her kiss, Ivy leaned in again, focussing on my neck. I felt the tender touch of her lips press against my neck, and she lightly nibbled and sucked. It felt so damn good, and I closed my eyes as I tried to handle the sensations from the vibrator and Ivy at the same time.

My breathing quickened as I felt the intense pressure inside me threaten to overspill again; I was about to orgasm again, and I was starting to feel very sensitive down there, but Ivy had other plans.

She had noticed how close I was to cum once again, and she moved away from my neck to inspect the wired control for the vibrator. Having found the program setting, she turned it to manual and put it down to a frustratingly low level. I had been seconds away from going over the edge, and that expected release turned into a dull ache as the pressure ebbed away.

"Awww, you thought you were about to cum again?" Ivy taunted.

Judging by the grin on her face, she was enjoying this a great deal, and she grabbed hold of the chain connecting the clamps on my nipples and tugged on them. The sharp jolt of pain was delicious.

"Again. Please," I begged weakly.

Ivy complied with a giggle, holding the chain taut so that it was stretching my nipples; the pain almost made me climax, even with the low-vibration setting the vibrator was currently on. Ivy shuffled back a little and spread her legs, revealing her smooth, glistening clit. She held her fingers up to my face, and I opened my mouth to let them in. I held her gaze as I sucked them, and then watched as she reached down to her sex and started stroking her clit.

As she played with herself, Ivy tugged on the nipple clamps, getting off with the little gasps of pain that escaped my mouth. Now and then, she would stop playing with the clamps and use the remote control for the vibrator to turn it up to its highest setting for a good ten seconds, then turn it down again. The onslaught left me breathless, and if I didn't cum soon, I think I'd begin to feel a little overstimulated.

I watched Ivy's face as she enjoyed touching herself while tormenting me. Studying every expression she made, I realised just how beautiful this girl was. Others may judge her for the nose ring, or the other piercings on her face and ears, but she was stunning. I was unable to look away as her face gave away just how close to climax she was, and she tugged hard on the clamps one more time as she pushed herself over the edge.

Breathing heavily, Ivy held her fingers to my face again, and I sucked on them, eager to taste her. She then removed the nipple clamps from my nipples, waiting a second as the blood flow returned, and then she turned the vibrator up to maximum and pinched both my nipples. The pain was intense, sending shockwaves through my body due to my nipples being so sensitive and the overwhelming sensation of the pain and the pleasure rocked my body as I tilted my head back and cried out in pure ecstasy.

Ivy laughed somewhat manically as I slumped against the wall, panting to recover from the intense orgasm that had just surged through my entire body. I suddenly felt exhausted, and Ivy must have picked up on that since she turned off the vibrator. She got up, pushed her bed next to mine and then sat beside me as she stroked my hair while calling me beautiful. I appreciated the gesture and I leaned into her, feeling fragile.

"Would you like me to remove the cuffs?" Ivy asked softly.

"Not yet," I replied sleepily. Leaning into Ivy's chest as I drifted off, feeling incredibly satisfied.

I woke up to the smell of bacon sizzling, reminding me of Sunday mornings back home at my parents. It took a moment for me to find the energy to sit up, and when I did, I noticed my hands were still cuffed to the bed frame. Memories of the night before flooded my fragile head, from the delight of having myself in full self-bondage for the first time, to the moment of panic when I realised Ivy had come home when she was supposed to be out all night. The relief I had felt when Ivy said my secret was safe with her was only matched by the surprise of our little tryst.

Ivy was by the electric hob, dishing up the bacon that smelt so appetising. She hadn't bothered to get dressed, and I took a moment to take in some of her tattoos, including one or two I hadn't seen on her clothed body. They fit in with her alternative, gothic style, and I quickly faced down as she carried a bacon sandwich towards me; I didn't want to be caught staring at her amazing body open-mouthed if I could help it.

"Good morning,"

Ivy smiled warmly as she placed the bacon sandwich down next to me. I questioned her with my gaze, rattling the handcuffs against the bedframe and she laughed goofily as if she forgot that she hadn't released the handcuffs yet. After biting into her sandwich, Ivy picked up one of mine and held it close to my face. I raised my eyebrows at the prospect of her feeding me like this, but she was being deadly serious. Giggling, and rolling my eyes, I reached forward to take a bite, and Ivy moved the sandwich away playfully. Ivy repeated this a few times before I pouted in her direction; the bacon was so tantalisingly close, yet, so far away. Eventually, Ivy allowed me a bite, it tasted so good.

"So, about last night."

Ivy broke the awkward silence after we had both eaten. I didn't know how to respond. How do I even start explaining that I'd fantasised over what I did the night before for over a year before finding the confidence to go ahead with it? I had gone through so many emotions in such a short time that my mind was still reeling and piecing it together. With my initial fears as soon as I'd noticed Ivy had come home early, I'd never imagined the night would end as amazingly as it did.

"Yeah," I started shakily, sighing exasperatedly at my ability to find the right words to say. Still being handcuffed to the bed with Ivy feeding me earlier didn't help clear my mind either, I didn't want to admit just how much the helplessness of that had turned me on. "Where do I start?"

Once I'd started talking out loud about my fantasy with Ivy, it all started flooding out of me. She listened patiently, and I felt relief at letting it all out for the first time.

"Well, that's a lot. Thank you, Hope, for trusting me enough to say all that. I meant what I said last night, your secret is safe with me, I have no intention of telling anyone."

"Why did you come home early anyway? I watched you leave on the bus."

Ivy explained how she got into a heated argument with another girl who lived in the dorm opposite ours; I think her name was Beatrice, but I wasn't sure. I'd seen her once or twice but hadn't spoken to her. Any information I'd heard about her suggested that she was a posh, self-entitled, attention whore who thought she was superior and was used to having things her way. Beatrice had taken control of the evening and had persuaded people to stay in town longer before heading to the train station. This was after all the work Ivy had gone to the effort to book a table at a viral restaurant in Central London, Beatrice had splashed the cash which her rich parents gave her as an allowance and persuaded everyone to stay longer with free drinks. The move had rubbed Ivy the wrong way and she had decided to leave.

"So, that was why I came home early and found you like I did," Ivy stated.

Ivy reached under the bed to retrieve the keys for my handcuffs and then she released me. I rubbed my wrists, admiring the marks left by the cuffs. There was an awkward quiet again, and I didn't know what to say. I greatly enjoyed Ivy playing with me, but I didn't know if she felt the same. Had she only played with me because she'd had a couple of drinks and I was laid on a plate for her after such a disappointing night? I'd always known I had a thing for girls, but before Ivy, I'd never been confident enough to try anything. Women I was attracted to caused me to be a bumbling mess, and I'd end up running away instead of having the prospect of crashing in front of them.

If Ivy did feel the same way., why wasn't she saying anything now? We were both still naked, and she had just fed me a bacon sandwich, so it was clear she was comfortable in this environment. I, on the other hand, was a jittery wreck. After last night, I wanted more, and I wanted it now. It was like I had opened the floodgates, and the desire was bursting out of me. I was waiting for Ivy to take control and take me, but I doubted last night was anything more than a mistake to her. I suddenly felt ashamed for being caught the way I was, and I rushed into the bathroom, mumbling something incoherent on the way through. Close to tears, I turned on the shower and let the lukewarm water cascade over me.

After a prolonged shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and returned to the room to find Ivy on her bed, listening to music and messaging someone on her phone. My stomach sank, wondering if she had lied and was telling her friends now about what a pathetic, dirty pervert I was. Without looking at her, I dressed in the first outfit I picked out of my wardrobe and left the room.

I took the bus to the town centre, listening to the tunes blasting through my cute, wireless 'kitty-eared' headphones. The music soothed me and I thought Ivy probably wasn't interested in me and that was okay. Deep down, I trusted that she wouldn't tell anyone, I'd only known her slightly over a month, but she seemed genuine to her word. Last night had been a success, it was better than I imagined, so I thought I'd get another few items I wanted to try.

I had clocked the adult store in town the first time I had looked around. Tucked away in an alley behind a quieter part of town, I worried about being seen by someone I knew as I went down the alley. It was paranoid behaviour at its finest, in reality, no one cared about little ol' me and what I was up to. The store looked bland and non-descript, aside from a sign hanging near the door advertising it was an adult shop. As I opened the door, a bell rang, causing me to jump and a young woman in her early twenties looked me over with a raised eyebrow, probably wondering whether I was over eighteen since I was quite small and slim, with a little bit of a babyface. It was one of the reasons that no one ever took me seriously.

It also didn't help that compared to others my age, I was quite flat-chested. I had overheard a particularly rude guy in class a few days ago mocking me as he referred to them as 'bee stings' as he joked with his friend at my expense It had hurt, but it hadn't been the first time someone had been mean about my lack of cleavage.

I retrieved my identification from my purse and showed it to the person behind the till before she asked. Being the only customer in the store meant her focus would be on me, so I wanted to make this as quick as possible; at least that was my initial intention. Being surrounded by so many toys piqued my curiosity, and I couldn't help having a closer look. The sheer size of some of the toys left me gobsmacked; eventually, I managed to stop myself from being sidetracked and picked up a couple of bundles of rope that had been dyed purple, and in a somewhat brave move for me, a tube of lubricant, and the smallest jewel-based butt-plug on the shelf. The lady at the till smiled wryly as I rushed to pay and she winked at me, telling me to enjoy as I hurried out of the store.

Thankfully, Ivy wasn't in when I returned to the dorm room. Aside from the chance of her seeing what I had bought myself, I couldn't face her after how I walked out on her this morning. She'd not done anything wrong, but in my mind's fragile state, I'd been a bit funny with how I acted. I looked out of the window onto the campus and spotted Ivy's unmistakable purple hair with a group of people taking part in a music aerobics class in the field.

Opening the window slightly, I could hear the music playing and an idea came over me. As long as the music was playing and I heard the shouted instructions from the person running the class, I could presume that Ivy would still be outside. That gave me a chance to try out my new toys. As soon as the music stopped, it would take Ivy nearly ten minutes to walk the distance to the dorm entrance and climb to the third floor where our room was.

I quickly retrieved my vibrator, and as much as I would have liked to use all the stuff I had last night, I didn't want to get too carried away and be caught by Ivy again. The vibrator at least could be used remotely without the control unit with a few preset settings, so it'd be easy to hide. I pulled down my leggings and reached down my panties, massaging my clit. The sounds from outside added a sense of heightened risk and it didn't take long before I was wet enough to insert the small vibrator so that it sat near my clit.

Pulling my panties down, I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself on all fours. Anal was completely new for me, but I'd read from people's stories that a butt plug used with the vibrator added so much more to the experience. The most important things according to an introduction to anal article I read were to take it slow, and to use a lot of lubricant. I placed a generous amount of lubricant on my finger and winced as I felt the cold liquid touch my sphincter. My finger pushed against my virgin ass, and I eased it in slowly, just the tip, slowly easing my way in. I pulled the finger in and out, slowly delving deeper inside.

I stopped for a moment to lubricate the steel plug. The colour of the jewel on the bottom of the plug was close to that of the rope; a small coincidence, but one that was so satisfying. I hadn't even noticed when purchasing the items as I'd been anxious to pick them up, pay for them, and get out of the shop hastily.

With the steel plug lubricated, I pushed the tip against my hole. Immediately, the plug began stretching me wider than my finger did as it tried to break through. I winced from the pain, pulling the plug out slowly and easing it back in again. It was painful, and a little weird, but damn did it feel good. Patiently, I continued to ease the plug into my ass until the point it got too painful, and then I gently pulled it out. My confidence grew along with how much I was enjoying the stretching of my tight ass, and I felt the plug slowly ease in further until it reached its widest point. I closed my eyes as the plug pushed past that point and slipped into my ass with a satisfying plop.

I couldn't help but smile to myself, proud of what for me was an achievement. The plug moved inside me with every movement I made, and it felt so good when my ass clenched around it. After checking Ivy was still outside, I pulled up my panties and looked up instructions on my phone for a tie I wanted to try with the rope. Following the instructions, I bent my leg as I lay on my side, watching short videos guiding me on how to make a Lark's Head Double Column Tie. It was frustratingly, and fiddly at times, but I persevered and got the hang of it, successfully binding my ankle to the back of my thigh. I found doing my second leg much easier after doing the first, and I finished by binding the two legs together and switching on the vibrator inside me on the lowest setting.

Once again, I was in bliss. This was my happy place, that helpless feeling of being restrained. The slow setting of the vibrator in tandem with the way the plug felt inside me helped my mind regress and I lay there enjoying the sensation, still wary of the music playing outside. I desperately couldn't wait to do this again but with the cuffs, nipple clamps, gag, and blindfold as well.

Ivy's voice reverberated through the walls as she joked with someone just outside the dorm room and I jolted out of my peaceful place; this can't be happening again. Reacting quickly, I pulled my blanket over me and pretended I was having a nap as she opened the door. Through squinted eyes, I watched Ivy as she looked at me and sighed before walking into the bathroom. The second I heard the shower run and the bathroom door lock, I frantically worked on untying myself. Filled with panic, I made a meal out of it, but soon my legs were free, and I stretched them victoriously.

Suddenly, the fire alarm blared, making me jump with how loudly it sounded. Frozen to the spot once again, I heard Ivy shout my name through the door, and I pulled up my panties and trousers before she unlocked the door walking out of the bathroom dripping wet and wrapped in a towel.

"There's no test planned for today? We need to get out of the building, Hope."