A stand-alone story, but following from earlier ones. Enjoy!
It had been an intensive morning, but in the end had gone much faster than I had expected. Leaving the lab, I stuck my head into her office. She wasn't there and her computer was shut down, meaning that she hadn't just stepped out to the loo or something.
I followed my nose into the kitchen - empty. Well, she had to be around somewhere.
I put on the kettle and made myself a cup of tea. Taking it in hand, I wandered around the villa. All empty.
I called her name, but got no response. Odd.
I stepped outside on the ocean side and strolled through the sun. The surf was high and the sun warm on my skin. I thought she might be whale-watching on the point, but the area was empty.
In the end, following the shoreline, I found her on water's edge on the other side of the promontory. No wonder she hadn't answered; I had obviously stumbled onto a self-bondage scene. I decided to be quiet and enjoy the view.
She was on her hands and knees between two palm trees. Her thighs were belt-tied to her calves, keeping her in a kneeling position, while a spreader bar kept her knees well apart and - no doubt deliberately - kept her from falling to the side. A leather collar encircled her neck and a single padlock held together rings in the collar and wrist cuffs. From them, a chain stretched to the bottom of the first palm tree. A second chain ran from matching ankle cuffs to the base of the other tree. The total effect was to keep her on her knees stretched out between the two trees. A ball gag was in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. She'd obviously put some effort into this.
An ice lock held what was obviously the key for the padlock, which would swing down on a string to her hands when the lock eventually released. Given that our average temperature in the island was a virtually-constant 28°, it was a safe bet.
A powerful battery-powered wand vibrator was suspended by a cord running up into the trees. Its bulbous head was buzzing as it bounced lazily and lightly against her exposed pussy, then swung away, leaving her anus and glistening labia exposed.
From the way the sand under her knees and elbows was packed down, she had been there a while. I looked at the ice lock; it was covered in water beads and dripping, obviously about to release.
I flipped the dangling key out of the way to give me a while to admire the setup - and her. On thinking about it, I wedged its tip into the bark of a tree to keep it from falling when the ice lock released.
Just for a moment, of course.
In the interests of scientific observation and aesthetic appreciation.
She'd understand.
Her firm buttocks were swaying from side to side, clearly in an attempt to bring the wand into firmer contact with her pussy. As it was, all it could do was to briefly tease her before bouncing away from her sweet spot every time she moved. From the amount of nectar on her thighs, she was highly aroused.
On the soft sand, my bare feet moved silently and I was able to walk completely around the scene without her noticing. She had - typically - placed herself completely out in the open where any passing boater would have been sure to see her. We didn't get much water traffic in our area and she of course was aware of that, but, knowing my kinky girl, she would have found the mere possibility of being seen immensely exciting.
To give her credit, it was an admirably artistic setup.
She grunted and shifted, probably impatient for the key to drop into her hands. I thought she must be exceptionally frustrated, given the periodic light stimulation by the wand.
I picked up a stray feather from one of the local wild birds and very, very lightly, ran its stiff length down the inside of her right thigh. Her leg muscles clenched, but her head didn't turn, leading me to think she might not have consciously noticed it. Well, I could change that.
Without interfering with the wand's travels, I ran the feather tip down the length of her pussy lips. Her head swung from side to side. She'd noticed that one, all right, but probably wasn't sure what was happening.
I continued to stroke her pussy with the feather. Her fine ass bounced in response to the teasing. She knew now - I could hear her trying to talk through the gag.
I unbuckled her ball gag and she spat it out onto the sand. "Shit!" she said. "What the hell?"
"How embarrassing," I replied softly. "But isn't it amazing what a man can stumble upon when he goes for a stroll?"
"Don't piss about! Let me loose!"
