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A cabin in the woods; the master bedroom, upstairs. I'm lying on the bed in the dark; I cannot move, speak, or see. She moans; she is near me, but in the same condition.
Perhaps I should start from the beginning; it would be easier to understand that way ...
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Call me Jane; that will do. I'm a normal Caucasian female from a normal family, five foot six, one hundred ten pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, average looks. I got good grades in school, graduated college with a business degree, moved out west, and got a good job. I saved up a bit, got a little place and some furniture; I'm doing well.
As for how I got into bondage, I grew up with it. The westerns, with the pretty heroine tied up by the dastardly villain, only to be rescued by the handsome hero; you get the picture. I always identified with the heroine; held captive, at the mercy of some evil man. Exciting stuff.
I never had the chance to indulge my fantasy in school; most of the guys were too straight, boring, or downright creepy. Not even in college, although there were one or two guys I had sex with. But once I got a job, my own place, and learned about the internet I was ready to go.
I surfed the net constantly, marveling at all the material out there. All kinds of stuff, from outfits to bonds to whips to whatever. And examples abounded; thousands of photos and videos. I made a few discreet purchases; once the packages arrived I was all set.
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Friday night, after work. A nice leisurely supper, followed by a hot shower and hot coffee. I had prepared the day before by filling a small Tupperware container with water, tying the handcuff keys to a length of string, putting the keys in the container, and sticking it in the freezer; the idea is that you can't get free until the ice melts. It's a common method for self bondage, which is what I was about to do.
After I finished my coffee I retrieved the container from the freezer and headed into the bedroom. I stripped down to my panties, then sat down on the bed. I had tied lengths of rope to the footboard and headboard and tied a pair of handcuffs to each of them. I locked one pair around my ankles, then set the container on the floor next to the bed and tied the other end of the string to my thumb. Next I put a vibrator down the front of my panties so that it was up against my pussy, then strapped a ball gag into my mouth and slipped a sleep mask over my eyes. I switched the vibrator on and laid back, locking my wrists in the second pair of handcuffs above my head.
Now all I had to do was lie back and enjoy the ride. I tried the cuffs; no give. I couldn't get my hands or feet free or pull my hands down far enough to get the blindfold or gag off, let alone reach the vibrator. I relaxed and laid back to wait, while the vibrator did its work.
It worked all too well. I was aroused, nipples hard, pussy wet, flushed, and breathing heavily as it brought me ever closer to the edge. I resisted, trying to hold back, but it was relentless; finally I climaxed with a shudder.
It seems I miscalculated. I was sure the ice would be melted in a few minutes; wrong. I tugged at the container; nope, still frozen. The vibrator kept right on humming; I could not escape it, no matter how I wiggled and squirmed. I climaxed again. And again. And again ...
I was exhausted, sweating, panting, chest heaving; still the damn vibrator kept right on humming. If I ever catch that Energizer bunny I'll kill him for sure. And still the damned ice wasn't melted. I screamed, moaned, pleaded, whined, and whimpered, all to no avail; my remorseless friend kept right on going.
An interminable time later the keys finally came free and I could pull them in. I had lost track of time, of climaxes; I was exhausted, spent. I got my hands free, then immediately pulled the vibrator out and switched it off. Finally; I lay back on the bed and immediately dropped off to sleep.
In the morning I finished freeing myself, used the bathroom, then promptly climbed back into bed. Around noon I finally stirred enough to get up, dress, and fix some lunch. While I ate I reviewed the night's events.
First, I had seriously underestimated both the length of time it would take to melt the ice and the strength of the batteries in the vibrator. If anything had happened, well, I would have been in deep trouble. As it was I was still weak and sore from it. On the plus side I had had at least ten and possibly as many as fifteen climaxes; I didn't really know, but I never dreamed I could be pleasured for that long. Wow.
I spent the rest of the day lounging and surfing the net; no more for me for a while, thanks.
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I had been poking around on the net when something caught my eye; I read it and found it intriguing. In retrospect I probably should have been more cautious, but I wasn't thinking that far ahead.
There was a wooded area near where I lived, about ten minutes away by car. It was privately owned, but not posted, so I didn't think anyone would mind if I had a little fun there.
