George had agreed to allow Jean to have her own say in my actions, but it had been a while since I had anything significant happen to me.
This did not mean that they weren't planning something. Every now and then I would catch them whispering or making arrangements and Jean frequently asked me about how I used to bind myself and the day George had caught me. At first George did not seem quite as keen on whatever they were planning, but as time passed he too seemed to be getting excited.
I myself was getting anxious, not knowing quite what they were planning, but at the same time I could not wait for whatever it was to happen.
Then finally, one Thursday night Jean asked me to open my curtains, but keep my net curtains and door closed while she checked something. She returned with a broad smile on her face and gave George a thumbs up as she walked in, to which he simply nodded, but no additional information was offered for me.
The following day started out as pretty much any other Friday, except for Jean asking to have the keys to my room when I left for class. When I returned however, they sat me down in order to tell me what was being expected of me.
I was to be bound exactly like I had been found by George originally, except that I would not be using my own vibrator and the porn I was to be listening to would be set softer. My surroundings were to be a little different as well however. Firstly, this bondage session was to be taking place at night, but I was not allowed to close my curtains. My net curtains and door were however to be kept closed, but the door unlocked, and Jean had made a large poster which had been stuck to the wall, directly across from the window and above my head.
This poster read "My name is Charlotte. I love being tied up naked and watched. If you want a closer look, the door is open."
Since my window pointed to our driveway, which was blocked by a wall on the other end, this didn't worry me much. Only one of our housemates were here for the weekend and he always entered from the front door, never passing by my window. George had also informed me that as long as there wasn't a light on in my room, the net curtain made it virtually impossible for someone to see inside my room at night.
All of this of course did not seem to add up. They were seemingly copying the night I had been caught by George, but without any risk of me being caught. The entire situation had not yet been explained to me though, and things became ever clearer the more they explained.
During the day they had set up a motion sensor connected to a light in my room which was focussed on my bed. This would result in the light turning on each time I moved, which was very likely whenever I orgasmed or just got stimulated enough. And secondly they had invited some of their friends over for the evening, which would mean that people would be very likely to pass by my window every now and then.
The latter was the part that worried me the most of course. "How many people?"
"Seven that have confirmed that they are coming, but there is still one person who hasn't confirmed whether he is coming or not." I swallowed a lump that was forming in my throat.
"Don't worry. We have specifically chosen these people because we feel they can be trusted not to do anything unpleasant to you." George had read my expression perfectly, either that or he was feeling a similar sense of dread as me.
"Yeah, and they also aren't the type to walk around much during parties. Your greatest chance of being spotted is when they arrive or when they leave. The latter of course only being the case if your release mechanism doesn't free you quick enough." Her last comment brought me back to reality.
"I don't have any ice!"
George took my hand. "Don't worry, we've already planned for that. You just need to set up your mechanism as you like it, since it will be up to your guesswork as to how long you will stay bound, but make sure you stay bound for at least two hours. If you're free before then, you will have to join us outside in your birthday suite." I swallowed again. Either I was to be tied long enough to double my chances of being seen at the very least or I will be guaranteed to expose myself to at least seven strangers.
"So, I must take enough ice to keep me bound for two hours at least?"
"Yes, but if you take too much and you're still tied by the time the everyone has left, then we might just leave you tied for the rest of the night." The implication of what he was saying was clear to me. If they found me still tied after the party, I was going to have forced orgasms all night long. I nodded to indicate that I understood.
Jean looked at her watch. "Good. We still have about an hour before they are meant to start arriving, so aim to have everything ready and yourself tied down in about 45 minutes. Oh, and I almost forgot." She handed me a bag with something which looked like an egg with a cable attached to it inside. "A present for you. We'll need to test it before the others arrive to make sure of the volume."
