*DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any situations or scenarios similar to real life is pure coincidence. All characters are over the age of 18.*
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My hand was wondering into my pants, a small, good sensation started, then suddenly, this stupid, unwanted reaction happened again. My body froze up and my hand sprung out of my pants as my legs snapped closed. It felt like tickling, it felt like torture, but damn it felt good. I caught my breath and glanced at the clock, 3:15pm. I had 45 more minutes of my college dorm room to myself before my roommate got back.
I would be turning 21 next week and I still couldn't even masturbate myself, this was ridiculous.
"I am a scientist, well, majoring in it." I thought to myself, "Why don't I just apply a scientific approach?"
I grabbed a dry erase marker and went to the whiteboard on the wall. I would definitely be erasing this.
Step One, name the problem: Can't finish...
"I'll just leave it like that." I said to myself, as I blushed.
Step two, name the roadblocks: Legs close, hand moves away...
"Damn I'm writing cryptically, and this is just for my eyes only." I sighed.
Step three, brainstorm possible solutions:
"Uhhh..." I just stared at the white board blankly. "Maybe I need to apply some good old fashion research to this".
I put the marker down and went over to my laptop. I opened a browser and in the search engine I typed "ways to keep legs open" I closed my eyes and hit enter. I felt so nervous. I cautiously opened my eyes and staring back at me was a sex blog article entitled "Fun Ways to Use Spreader Bars".
I clicked on it and was shocked but instantly felt a tingle in my crotch as the picture above the article loaded. It showed a model in lingerie with a metal bar between her spread legs that looked like it attached to her ankles with some sort of thick bracelets.
The picture was all I needed, I picked up the marker and went back to the white board and wrote "Bar and Bracelets" next to step three. I stepped back, to admire my work when I suddenly heard the key to the lock turn. I quickly erased the whiteboard and had just managed to close my internet browser as my roommate walked in.
"Hey Kelly, you're back early." I said as nonchalantly as I could.
"Yeah, the Professor gave a pop quiz, those who got 100% could leave, anything less, you had to stay, so I ACED it!" She exclaimed, as she threw her bag down.
"What have you been doing? Still working on homework?" She said as she eyed the freshly, but hastily erased white board.
"Yeah, the usual." I lied, using our generic expression about homework.
"So, do you have any plans for your birthday?" She asked, as her focus moved to our shared calendar on the wall.
"None yet, like, I know this is supposed to be a big one; but, the normal bars and partying, that most people do, seem overwhelming." I sighed.
"I'm sure you'll think of something to do to mark this passage of time, that will feel comfortable to you." She nodded, with an understanding look, before she sat down and opened a book.
We had been roommates for over two years now, she was majoring in psychology and had been very accepting and understanding of my "quirks" as they had become to be called.
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"How to make a spreader bar?" I typed into the search engine.
"DIY BDSM Toys and Equipment!" vlog came up. I double checked the sound was completely turned off on my laptop before clicking the link. There was a video with a guy showing how to weld metal loops to the ends of a metal bar.
"This won't work for me." I thought as sparks from the welding filled my screen. I scrolled through his videos and found one about "Under The Bed Restraints". I couldn't hear what he was saying, but he showed lifting up a mattress and putting straps across with the ends sticking out. He then showed tying those ends to a ring that was on one of those thick bracelets the model with the spreader bar was wearing on her ankles. I looked around the room for something resembling these straps. My eyes fell on the resistance bands Kelly had bought for the pilates class she took last year. I tried to remember if she had used them at all since that class ended. They were the same width as our dorm room twin mattresses.
"I'm sure she wouldn't notice if one went missing," I said to myself. I got up and grabbed one, tentatively lifted up the bottom of my mattress and laid it, across the frame making sure the handles were sticking out evenly on both sides before lowering the mattress back in place. I felt so turned on admiring my handy work, my thick comforter would easily conceal what I had done. I didn't have any bracelets that seemed strong enough for what I needed, but I really wanted to try this out.
I glanced at the clock 8:37pm. Kelly was out watching a movie, while I had stayed back due to the surround sound of the movie theater being too much for me. The movie wouldn't be done until 9:15, so I had some time.
"Maybe," I thought, sitting on my bed and examining the handles of the resistance bands, "I can tie my shoe laces to these."
I untied one shoe and realized the laces would be too thin, but, upon careful comparison, my shoe could not fit through the handle, but my foot could. I hastily took off my shoes, positioned myself in the middle of my bed, slid each foot through a handle, then put my shoes back on. I tried it out gently at first, then a little harder, it seemed to hold.
I laid back on my bed, took a deep breath, then slid one hand down my pants, into my panties, and felt a slick wetness and jolt of pleasure as I found my nub, my legs were already straining to close. I squeezed my breast through my shirt and bra with my other hand, as my finger found my wet hole and gently traced around the outside, then back up to the nub, another jolt of intense pleasure and my hand shot out of my pants, leaving a wet trail up my stomach as I writhed. I caught my breath, and gently slid my hand back down my pants, but before touching myself, I used my other hand to tighten my belt, hopefully securing it in place, then, for good measure, I held my arm down with my free hand to prevent it from exiting my pants again.
I skipped over my very sensitive nub and went for the hole. The circulation to my feet felt like it was being cut off as my legs tried to kick and strain to close. I put one finger in my hole, all the way in, and gently felt the texture as it swam in the wetness.
"Ahhh," I let out a soft moan, I hooked my finger inside and clamped my arm down tighter as I felt it trying to escape.
I slowly inserted a second finger, feeling a new sensation, hot, burning almost, as both fingers slid in and out of my hole.
"Mmmmm Ahhhh!" came uncontrollably out of my mouth. I moved back up to my nub with two slick fingers and pinched it gently.
"Ahhhhh!" my arm was writhing as much as my legs now, but it felt so good. I moved my fingers quickly in a circle on the tip of the nub.
"Eeee Aaahhhh!" I shrieked, louder than I meant to, as my body jolted, hips bucking, it was all I could do to keep my hand there, suddenly I shuddered and my abs seized up like i was doing rapid crunches. My fingers sprung away from my body and I couldn't will myself to keep touching, but I felt finished as I lay there panting. I looked at the clock, 8:42pm.
"Had it only taken me 5 minutes?" I thought to myself, "I need to work on my stamina now."
I untied and took off my shoes, washed my hands in our room sink, then sat down to do more "research".
"What does DIY mean?" I typed into the search engine.
"Acronym for Do It Yourself," was the first result that came up.
"Duh," I thought to myself, "of course it's that".
Next I typed in, "What does BDSM mean".
"Acronym for Bondage Discipline, Dominance/Submission, Sadism, and Masochism," popped up.
"That's dumb," I thought, "Shouldn't it be BDDSSM instead?"
There were some articles, so I clicked on one titled "Make All Your BDSM Fantasies Come True". It was a website for a woman claiming to be a "Professional Dominatrix". I raised an eyebrow and checked out her rates.
"WOW!" I gasped, "$250/hour? I can't afford that! And I definitely can't last an hour!"
I heard the key turning in the door and quickly closed the browser.
"Hey, how was the movie?" I asked as Kelly walked in.
"It was great!" she said, "You might want to watch it when it comes out on-demand."
"Hey, so I've been thinking that maybe I should try dating soon." I said, trying to sound cool.
