This afternoon is exactly what I need to unwind after what has been the most stressful week of my life.
At the age of 23, I finally saved enough money to move out on my own, and I moved into a duplex.
The best part of the arrangement is that no one lives in the other half of the building at the moment. Knowing that anyone could move in at a moment's notice is not ideal... But that doesn't matter right now.
My ex-girlfriend introduced me to bondage and domination play. Ever since we broke up a little over a year ago, I've had an itch to replicate that feeling that I just haven't quite been able to scratch.
But now that I'm on my own, I have the ability to tie myself up and not worry about anyone finding me.
I have all of the old bondage equipment that we used still stored in a chest, and now I'm finally gonna get something out of it.
I attach cuffs to the footboard and leave a pair of handcuffs on the bed.
I grab a thin string, loop it through the hole in the handcuff key, and tie the string around the chain of the handcuffs.
I pop in an earbud, a gag, and queue up 1 hour of femdom audios to listen to while I'm bound.
I strip and get on the bed as the audios start, locking my ankles in the cuffs.
I cuff my left wrist first, making sure the key is in my hand before looping the chain over the middle headboard post and locking my right wrist in the cuffs.
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For a while I just lie there, feeling an unmatched high as my cock twitches helplessly with the audios playing.
In the momentary silence between audios, I hear a car door shut outside.
Part of me wants to get up and make sure that the car is not in my driveway, but I know that if I untie myself I will absolutely just jerk off.
It's probably just across the street. They have parties as often as the wind changes directions.
Suddenly, I hear my front door shut, and I drop the key in shock. In slow motion, the wire unloops from the key, and the key falls to the ground.
"Hello?" A familiar voice calls.
Oh fuck. Not her. Not now.
Kayla, my coworker and close friend. The subject of almost all of my fantasies since I met her last year.
Her black hair, rosey cheeks, beautiful eyes, hourglass figure, ample breasts, and toned legs, combined with her personality and natural feminine charm, could drive any man wild.
"Mike?" She calls again as I begin to hear heels clicking on the hardwood floor. "I came to return your spare key."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She was helping me move in last week, and I gave her the spare key so she wouldn't get locked out while I was at the bank.
I never thought to ask for it back at work this week.
"Hello?" She calls again.
Suddenly there's a knock at my bedroom door, and I whimper around my gag.
"You ok in there?"
The next few seconds seem to last for hours, as I listen to the audio and imagine Kayla doing those things to me.
"Can I come in?" She calls again.
I whimper again and accept the incoming moment as inevitable.
"I'm coming in." She calls before the doorknob turns.
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She stands in the doorway, eyes wide and slack-jawed, without saying anything for what feels like an eternity.
"Well." She smirks, blinking a few times. "I always knew there were parts of your life that you didn't tell me about." She unzips her sweatshirt off and puts it on my dresser. "But this," she points with her up and down my bound frame with her orange painted nails. "Is beyond anything I could've imagined."
She walks over to the right side of my bed and gives the cuffs a gentle tug, smiling when she sees how secure they are.
She looks just past my head at the cuff on my left wrist.
She makes her way around the bed, examining the string on the left cuff.
She gets on her knees and stands back up, holding up the key to the cuffs.
