This particular Saturday would end up being possibly the strangest day of Jay Coleman's life. That afternoon Jay was upstairs working on a model starship, pretty much his go to activity for the weekend, along with drinking beer. Working quietly, he heard his wife's phone ring downstairs. He sighed and set the pieces down on the table. It seemed his wife had forgotten her phone when she left to meet her friends about twenty minutes ago. Gone out with girlfriends for shopping, dinner and a movie, he didn't expect her back for hours.
To Jay's surprise, the phone was still ringing when he reached it. The screen indicated it was his attractive and stand-offish neighbor, Sharon, that was calling. Shrugging, he tapped the icon and held it to his ear.
"Mmmf! Brrit ffm. Erp!" then there was a loud thump and the connection ended. Jay looked at the phone in confusion for a moment. Someone had called from Sharon's phone, and then dropped it.
"What the hell?" he said to himself and set the phone down. Wondering if Sharon might be home, he located a pair of shorts, slipped on shoes and walked to the front door. On his way he picked up the spare key to Sharon's house, something they had exchanged years ago to facilitate house sitting for each other.
Arriving at Sharon's, Jay knocked, waited a little bit, then opened the door and proceeded slowly inside. "Hello? Sharon? Everything alright?" he called out. He paused for a moment and closed the door. No reply. No sound at all but the hum of the air conditioner. He went through the rooms downstairs but found nothing seemingly out of place. Nor did he find Sharon. Looking up the stairs, he cautiously started up, once again calling out to her, and once again receiving no answer.
At the top of the stairs he checked the first room and found an unoccupied home office. Turning to check the room behind him, he was greeted by a sight that stopped him in his tracks.
Sharon, his gorgeous divorced neighbor, was tied to the bed, blindfolded, gagged, and wearing ear buds connected to something on the nightstand. Sight, hearing and speech cut off, she was also writhing around in obvious pleasure. The reason for this was rather obvious as she had on some kind of belt that held a large massager against her mons. She was straining mightily against the restraints holding her wrists and ankles, and aside from the belt and restraints, she was gloriously nude. Jay had once thought there was no way her body could look as good naked as it did clothed; he was glad to be wrong.
Staring, his mouth agape, his eyes drifted over Sharon's bound body as he idly stroked his instantly hard cock through his shorts. Nefarious thoughts ran through his head, but for just a moment he nervously wondered if there was someone else in the house who had done the restraining. Shaking his head, he decided that Sharon had called Connie, his wife, for help. Why would an assailant have given her a phone? Curious and not quite as nervous, he moved to the side of the bed to get a better look even as Sharon panted heavily through the gag.
Sharon's legs were secured to the corners at the foot of the bed with thick nylon rope, slipknots binding her ankles and some other regular knot attaching to the bedframe. From the way she was squirming she could move her lower body, just not very much. Taking the time to really look at the vibrator harness, he saw that it was looped around her waist and both thighs, with buckles on all three to secure it. A large massager was held in place by the belt, with the three component straps serving to hold it snugly up against her pussy. Looking closer, some kind of attachment was on the head of the massager, a piece of thick plastic that had at least two visible components. A thick dildo penetrated her sex and helped hold the vibrator in place, while a second part nestled snugly against the top of her cleft, clearly vibrating her clit directly. It was only then he realized she was shaved smooth.
Jay rubbed his chin, stubbly and unshaved on the weekend morning. He shrugged, eyebrows lifting in response to a 'hmm' thought, and he resumed his Sherlock-like assessment of the situation. But first, kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his belt, unzipped and dropped his shorts to the floor.
Sharon began panting harshly around the gag, then pulled tightly at the ropes restraining her limbs. Her back arched and her breath caught, and for a long moment she hung there, suspended in the moment, and then she slumped back onto the bed as her hips and thighs twitched in throes an obviously strong orgasm.
Jay watched this display with a dry mouth and continued to be stunned by the incredible show being put on for him. He figured, correctly, that his role as audience had not been part of Sharon's plan. Then, just as Sharon started to breathe again at the ebb of her climax, Jay heard a loud click and the vibrator turned off. Curious, he walked to the end of the bed and followed the cord to the wall. As he did so Sharon noticeably relaxed and began to breathe deeply and evenly. Looking at the wet spot under her on the bed, he wondered just how long she had been so engaged.
He found the vibrator plugged into a light timer. As he looked at the large dial he noticed there were four switches per hour, and they were set alternately, fifteen minutes on, fifteen minutes off, for two hours. The timer had gone through an hour. Jay's eyebrows lifted again. From the way it was set he assessed she had been masturbated by the vibrator for thirty minutes in two fifteen minute sessions. In his limited experience he figured that had to be a very, very long time; and it was no wonder the sheets were so wet. He wondered just how many times she had climaxed in those thirty minutes, but from the look of her, flushed thoroughly from the chest up and with limbs completely limp, he bet the number was a large one.
The growing wet spot on the front of his underwear indicated Jay was very much enjoying his sleuthing. He stroked his cock over the material and the wet spot grew slightly darker. He stood up and resumed his surreptitious ogling.
Aside from having a lovely face, Sharon was blessed with a delectable body. Unlike his wife Connie, Sharon had breasts that were quite large for her otherwise thin build. Stripper boobs, he liked to say, and from the way they sat on her chest, he would never again question whether they were natural or not..they were. Of course, other than the glimpses provided by swimwear and dresses he had never seen them in the flesh. But right now he could see everything, and he took time to take in her subtle tan lines, dark areola and nipples held erect with tiny clamps.
Continuing his intimate investigation, his eyes next went to the bindings on her wrists. These were tied together in an ingenious way, with a loop of rope around each, tied in the center with a slipknot and then that tied to the headboard, securing her arms above her head. Above her hands and tied to the headboard was a piece of string. It was curled, possibly indicating it had been tied holding something, and it was just out of her reach.
Crouching down he looked under the bed and spotted a pair of scissors and a smartphone. Grabbing both he sat down on a chair nearby. The phone was not locked. Tapping it he found it was set to call his wife's mobile. He scratched his stubbly chin again and then slid his hand under his underwear to stroke himself as he reasoned through the scenario.
Though the gag and blindfold could have indicated someone else had done this to her, the vibrator, timer and earbuds said something different, as did the fact that slipknots were used to tie her limbs. If you were tying up someone else, other knots were faster, more secure and easier to tie. The scissors had been tied above her head, and if the blindfold had been placed by someone else, Sharon would not have known they were there to enable her release. No, it seemed clear to Jay that Sharon had gotten herself into this bind, so to speak.
She had prepared the leg restraints, set up the timer and plugged in the vibrator. Putting on the belt harness she had secured the dildo and vibrator in place, then looped the ropes around her ankles and firmly fastened them. Next she likely gagged herself and put on some music before preparing her wrists. Laying back on the bed she would have seen the scissors tied above, within reach of her hands for escape when she was ready. Her phone was also at the top of the bed, set not to lock and with Connie's number ready to dial in an emergency. Checking the knot work she lowered the blindfold into place, reached above her and pushed her hands through the loops. Pulling down the loops they cinched up around her wrists, completing her self-bondage.
