'Night boys,' I typed into the chat 'I'd wish you luck but I hope you fail'
It was 21:55, 5 minutes until the scheduled tasks on my phone and laptop would run. I snapped a quick pic down my naked body to show what they'd be playing for tonight.
My ankles locked in heavy leather bands by a hefty padlock each. The keys for which hung on lanyards at the end of the bed. My legs were smoothly shaved and forced open by chains that ran around each wooden bedpost securely holding me in place. At the meeting of my thighs you could just make out the curved pink bud of the remote vibe toy peeking out from behind my smooth mound freshly shaven today specifically for this.
While it was unseen in the photo, my ass was likewise occupied. I'd selected a medium size buttplug from my collection. A hard sleek steel that I'd lubricated with my mouth before sliding easily into my poophole. A mounted purple faux gemstone punctuating the view should anyone be lucky enough to see it.
My stomach and tits lay nearly flat, the latter topped by rose pink buds that were cruelly pinched in a set of clamps to keep them erect. Each nub was held in the bare metal of the clamp after I had cut off the protective silicone pad some time before. I preferred the smaller raw bite rather than the wide gumming they had when I bought them.
I snapped another photo of the other side of the bed. Where my husband would normally lay instead there was an array of items laid out as if ready to use; Next to my face sat a selection of gags; penis, ring and ball.
Next down was a cheap pink leather collar and lead. Rhinestones around the collar would label the wearer as a "CUMSLUT" should it be put on.
Usually I would be wearing my husbands steel collar, but he was away for the night and I had used the spare "emergency" key to remove it against his rules. It would be back on before he returned with him none the wiser.
Below again was a few of my favourite impact toys, paddles and floggers. I'd have some fun with them myself in the morning.
Next were some toys of a different kind. 3 dildos of increasing size from "large man" to "Rex," the anatomically correct extra large dog dildo to the "Cunt buster 9000" lifesize horse cock replica. Each girth could fit given various degrees of force and I could be made to bottom out on the first two, though enthusiastic use of the latter two would leave my fuck hole gaped for several hours.
Finally my laptop, locked but the post-it note on it held my password, the notepad file inside held many, many more.
I sent the photos to the chat and dropped the phone onto my bedside table. The resulting pings would have to wait until the morning as the preconfigured tasks would run shortly, silenced and locked it's only purpose now was to act as a relay for the vibe inserted in me and cradling my clit.
I locked the handcuffs around my wrists, no sex shop cheap things these were the real deal, double locking police issue with a rigid bar between the cuffs. Their acquisition in my uni days caused a certain one night stand to get in a lot of trouble I imagine, but he wasn't in a position to complain too much.
I locked myself into the cuffs, right wrist then left. I was careful to ensure they did not fall too loose that my wrist could slip their embrace or too tight that I risked issues later. Putting the key in my mouth I manipulated the narrow point to the pin on each side, engaging the double lock before spitting the key onto the floor with a comical "Pttuuuiiieee"
The spare key to the cuffs was draped over the bedpost nearest the door. Currently in reach but that was about to change.
Before finalising my position I took a moment to ensure that my laptop was plugged in and that the camera above the bed was both powered and had a clear view, its cable snaking away along the ceiling and down to the plug socket.
"One Minute," I said out loud to myself "Showtime"
I pulled the hood over my head, thick cotton restricted my vision to only seeing the bright light of the ceiling lamp above me, my breathing was impeded somewhat but I had tested it before and could last it as long as I needed inside though it would be hot.
My hands struggled to find the cable above my head but eventually did and looped the short length around the bar between my wrists. I closed the padlock it was attached to around the wire effectively creating a lasso that bound me, the key to this lock was on the same ring as the handcuffs, on the bedpost now out of reach. The other end of the loop was similarly fastened around a slat of the headboard but secured with a timed lock not a keyed one. I found it in my hand and by touch pressed the central start button.
Beep
Beep
Beep
Beeeeeep
I gave a little pull and found, exactly as planned I had less than a foot of movement available in my arms, I could not move closer with my legs tied as they were, leaving me strung helpless, effectively naked, until the timelock opened in ten hours. It was about this time my nose started to itch but I was quickly distracted by the voice from my laptop.
"Let the games begin." The robotic voice announced marking 10pm.
Unseen by me, an email would have just been fired off to a distribution list. The recipients all now peeking at the contents.
The email was one they were expecting, they signed up for this. But it would start them in a race against time,
The purpose of the email was to get them all into a discord group. Something I could read through later.
They would then have to uncover clues I'd spread around in images, roles and bots. If they were smart that would lead them to a website. My website.
More clues would have to be found, a mix of general knowledge questions and some tricky ciphers at first. That would direct them deeper and deeper into my site.
Each page they found would also have a photo of me, starting off dressed with my face obscured by a mosaic of pixels. The pictures showed me stripping off, one item at a time from a Marvel comics t-shirt and jeans to my underwear and then the revealing of my breasts and pussy. The next picture from that was me sat spreading my cunt with the pixelation of my face slowly reducing. There were 10 pictures in all. 10 puzzles to solve. 10 steps to expose me.
In addition along the way they would find links to both the camera suspended above me, and to the remote vibrator buried in my sex.
Whoever made it to the end would find a cache of pictures and videos of me. Along with my full name, address, and the location of a key hidden outside my house.
In 10 hours my cuffs would unlock, and the first thing I'd be doing was deleting the website. The game was on.
Sleep was basically out of the question. Although the position wasn't uncomfortable the restriction and the fact the game had my stomach tying itself in knots with excitement as if I hadn't been looking forward to this whole thing for days.
My last orgasm had been over two days prior though that didn't mean my cunt had been starved for attention. I'd gone about day to day life as if it was just another weekend without Master, I'd gone out on a "self date" to the cinema and a restaurant the previous night. I'd of course been without underwear and flicked my bean the entire duration of the film (Avengers) including all of the trailers from the moment the lights dimmed and all through the movie to the post credits when they came back up. I shamefully left a pool of grool behind on the leather seat as the clean up crew moved in.
The self imposed teasing had lasted all through my solo dinner. Grinding my thighs together as the waitress took my order and rubbing myself on the seam of the red and white stripes that made up the cushions of the booth I had been seated in. I'd kept my knees spread while eating in the manner I'd been trained by my first Master so long ago who wanted to ensure free access to view for both himself and his friends in a packed dining hall. But for this meal I don't believe anyone saw my display, angled away from the body of the restaurant as I was.
Time passed, I'm not sure how much, my arms locked above my head had started to feel tingly and fell into a heavy lead slumber after a while. I rocked my hips and successfully rode the plug in my ass a little for amusement but it was nowhere near enough to provide release and by design my predicament didn't allow my clit to seek out its own entertainment. My pleasure was out of my own control now.
The first few stages of the challenge were not too tricky. My hunters received their first clue in the initial email, a simple shift of "97C4zzPTGM" to find the discord where they would have to play a little word association. Typing the correct password would result in the bot sending them the first website link and the first picture prize. Nothing too hard followed. A few more cyphers of increasing difficulty and chaining some hex, binary and base91 encoding would reveal more passwords in turn. Each typed password was deleted by the bot, but there was still a fraction of a second between it being typed and it being removed (correct or incorrect it didn't matter) where if you were watching the right channel it was visible. I'd allowed that deliberately so that once person couldn't storm off ahead. In theory people could watch and snipe the answers and catch up if someone got too far ahead. This was supposed to be an exciting game for everyone, not just me.
By the time they had stripped off photo me's socks, shirt and trousers I expected they would begin to feel a little more confident in themselves. From that point though the puzzles got harder fast.
