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Hi out there, my name is Kate and I want to tell you a story that happened to me some days ago.

I am living together with two of my friends, Sue and Annie, in a small flat in the middle of a small town

down in the south. The flat is just big enough for the three of us, with every one of us having her own room and a big living room in the center of the flat.

But back to my story:

First you have to know that I regularly participate in self-bondage because I love the feelings it gives me, so every now and then, preferably when the others are out for work (we have just begun to search for a Job, but having just finished highschool a few months ago it is hard to find oe, so we all do little jobs from time to time to get some money).

This is just what I was planning to do three days ago, it was on a monday.

I went into my room, got out my equipment and readied myself.

The very first thing to do was fixing my release trigger to the wall above my bed. The mechanism consists of a pantyhose leg nailed to the wall. Inside I put a few ice cubes and pulled the key to my handcuffs over it. The key won`t move before the ice is melted and it falls down into my waiting hands.

I lay down on my bed, spread-eagled on my back and fixed my right ankle to the right bedpost with a light but strong chain, then the left ankle to the left bedpost-my feet were effectively immobilized, all I could do with them was struggling a few millimeters.

Next were my nipples, I am very sensible at my boobs, these pale C-cup breasts have caused me a lot of trouble already in my self-bondage sessions, as I feel pain very strongly in my boobs. Being used to this, I decided to use a very soft pair of clamps on them, tightening them just until I could feel a little pain and a minute step more.

After this I put on a wide dog collar made of soft black leather with two d-rings, one at the front and one at the back.

Then I put a pillow under my hips, lifting them until they were the highest point of my body. My pussy is shaved completely, not the smallest stubble can be seen. I do not exactly know why I did this in the first time, but having experienced the sensation of a completely exposed pussy it became a habit for me to shave it completely every couple of days. Now this pussy was pointing up into the air as I put a small egg-shaped vibrator into it and sealed it shut by pincing my pussy lips together with two rather soft clamps.

I am particularly proud of this vibrator, as I have connected it to a timed socket, setting it to start in 10 minutes.

The left hand was chained tightly to the left bedpost.

Quickly I put on a blindfold, put a gag between my full, brightly red lips and fastened it.

The gag was a normal ball-gag, I decided to go straightforward this day.

Then I made a loop of chain around the right bedpost, padlocked it, made another loop around my right wrist, which required a quite artistic move.

And then the lock went "click"- I was restrained completely, there was no chance to free myself until the melting ice would drop the key into my hand.

Then the feelings that I love so much and that make me do this over and over again started:

My fantasy went wild, I imagined myself being a slavegirl just about to be sold to a rich but cruel man who would torture me or a rich girl that was captured by pirates as a hostage lying helpless in the middle of 20 pirates who stared at me and smiled in a very frightening way. I pulled at the bonds that held me, struggled and tried to free myself, but it was useless, all I archieved with this was that my wrists began to hurt as my pale ,tender body moved again and again, beginning to sweat, the sweat wetting my whole body, burning in my eyes and soaking my yellowish-red hair.

Just in the moment that my vibrator started to do its wonderful and pleasing job, a thought entered my mind: I forgot to lock the door to my room, but as the vibrator continued sending waves of pleasure around my body, I no longer cared about this minor problem.

Struggling and wriggling in my thight bonds I enjoyed the feelings that rushed my mind, raw, primitive feelings, pure lust and wonderful pleasure. But some minutes ago I designed a cruel plan to make my self-bondage a little less pleasing and a little more exciting: I had set the timer of my vibrator in a way that made it work for some time and stop after this time jut to begin over again some minutes later.

The first weak waves of an orgasm shook my body, when suddenly the stimulation stopped.

I almost lost my mind, only seconds before a great orgasm the vibrator had ceased its work.

My hips rocked up and down and tried to get stimulation but my pussy was several inches away from the next object, hanging in the air , all possible stimuli effectively out of reach. I tried to move the vibrator inside me, but being a very small and light object, it did not help at all.

Tears of frustration ran down my cheeks as my body strained and wriggled helplessly leaving me with a feeling of frustration.

A few minutes of crying, wriggling and sweating later, I felt the vibrator start to work again and this time I tried everything to archieve an orgasm as early as possible, I clenched the muscles in my crotch again and again, my buttocks, shining with sweat, clenched , my body jumped in the restraints.

And again seconds before the orgasm would come, before I would come hard and long, the toy stopped.

My body relaxed and fell back to the bed. I sobbed quietly. But wait, did I hear a sound?? I listened carefully, but I did not hear the sound again. "Maybe a squirrel is hopping around on the roof??" I tried to calm myself down.

But no, there was the sound again, someone was breathing close to me, and it sounded like he or she was having a good time masturbating a few steps beside my self built prison.

I was shocked, who was that, what was he going to do with me, how long had he been watching me??

Maybe the spectator realized, that I knew he was there, because suddenly I felt a soft and silky, obviously female hand touching my belly, stroking me very softly.

I murmured something into my gag, but not even I knew exactly what I was saying, nor did the visitor in my little game.

The soft hand slowly moved to my breast, the whole time it sent waves of pleasure trough my body, the touches produced a tingling almost tickling feeling in me.

Only the fingertips touching my skin, the hand stroked my breasts softly, barely touching me at all.

This soft but also very strong feeling was like heaven for me, I tried to push my breasts against the probing fingers, but the more I pushed, the more the finger pulled back. Finally I gave in, just letting it happen, as the fingers kept wandering around on my breasts. Suddenly the pressure on my left nipple increased "oh my god, she`s tightening the clamps", I tried to move away from the pain source, but my bonds would not let me do this, I tried to make her stop, but she did not care about my mumbling and whining and started to adjust the right clamp too.

Then the hand pulled away. I heard someone search trough my "toy box" and occassionally throw things on the floor. The clamps on my labia were loosened and the vibrator, just starting again, was pulled out of my pussy.

The soft fingers started playing with my inner thighs, softly stroking and very very slowly moving towards my aching pussy. I struggled to push my hips onto the probing fingers, but my bonds were so tight, I could not even move an inch. All the while, my nipples were hurting like hell and the pain started to become even worse, but there was no way to stop it, I was completely helpless and in the hands of the stranger.

By the way, these hands had now reached my pussy and started circling around it. The soft fingers touching my hole were driving me mad, I thought, I would die of arousal any minute.

After a few minutes, which seemed to be days and days to me, the fingers continued wandering between my legs. I felt them moving down and touching my anus. I always hated the Idea of anal sex and I am really turned off by this, in fact, I hate the idea of someone touching my anus, especially not while I am tightly restrained and unable to speak a word, but all this was of no use to me, the fingers reached my butt and started stroking the very sensitive flesh , slowly trying to force one finger into me.

I squirmed and struggled and cried into my gag, tears running down my cheeks mixing with the saliva running out of my gagged mouth, as I tried everything to stop the stranger from raping my anus with her finger.

She must have realized that I was very sensitive down there, because she collected some of my dripping pussy juices and spread it around my anus to make it a little easier for me, but anyway, I thought I was in hell, as the mercyless finger painfully slowly entered my rectum, just to draw back and start over again. After some minutes the finger stopped fucking my hurting anus. I sighed, hoping it was over now, but my unknown torturer seemed to be a real sadistic person, as she started to push one of my smaller dildoes inside me. I screamed and screamed, but all that came out were a few muffled moans and grunts. The stranger showed no mercy, she continued pushing the fake penis inside me.

There I was now: Tied spread-eagle, gagged, struggling, clamps squeezing my hurting nipples and a dildo painfully stretching my asshole. I was pain, my whole body seemed to consist of pain, pain and desire, burning desire. Again the fingers caressed my pussy for a while, bringing me closer to an orgasm as ever and stopping then. I was broken, the pain and the frustration stunning my mind and almost driving me mad.

Suddenly I felt breath on my cheek. A soft, wet tongue started licking my cheek following the traces of my tears.

Silky lips pressed against my face, kiss after kiss was placed gently on my cheeks, my forehead and finally my lips. I felt a warm feeling spreading in my chest- just to tell you, dear reader, I am not ,in any way, lesbian nor do I feel attracted by women- but this attempt to comfort me while I felt so lonely and lost melted my heart like ice in a fire.

A voice very silently whispered into my ear: "so this is your little hobby, bitch?? Then let us have some fun, or at last me. Don`t worry, I won`t hurt you too much..."

And with this she pulled the gag out of my mouth, kissed me and pushed something else between my lips.

I realized that it was my ring-gag, a leather-wrapped iron ring fixed to a leather collar. It forced my lips wide open.

Something heavy was moving on my bed, and I felt two legs being placed at the sides of my head.

Suddenly I realized what was going to happen, and tried to move my head away, but the legs tightly gripped me and forced me to look up to the ceiling (not that I could see anything at all...).

I smelled the odor of pussy, as the foreign girl sat onto my face, pushed her pussy to my forced-open mouth and hissed "suck, slut!". I tried to shake my head and moaned "no" through my gag (well, it didn`t actually sound like no, but she knew what I meant...). Her answer was a sharp tug at my raw,hurting nipples, that made me grunt into her pussy and sent sharp waves of red hot pain trough my whole aching body.

"I have a lot more of this, bitch" I heard her whisper and started to suck her wet pussy as fast as I could, just to prevent her from hurting me even more. The smell of her sex almost stunned me, it was not disgusting or anything, but very intense anyway. Then my tongue touched her pussy. The idea, that this was the first pussy for me to suck on flashed trough my mind. She tasted very interesting, in fact, I was in no mood to think about taste, but I still remember this salty taste and I have to admit, that I somehow liked it.

She started to move her hips slowly in a circling way and began to breathe faster. The whole thing started to become a little unpleasant for me, as she sat on my face, which made breathing very hard for me, and her smell did not help very much, either. My stomach began to clench, I felt like I was going to puke, and the need for air started to become unbearable.

Once more I tried to free myself from the mercyless chains that held me in their grip, and once again it did not change anything. After what seemed to be hours she finally started breathing harder and moved faster and soon I felt her pussy clench and contract. She finally came, moaning softly, obviously trying not to scream.

A thought crossed my mind as her juices flooded into my mouth and forced me to swallow quickly- she was trying to speak as silently as possible to make it impossible for me to recognize her voice.

My thoughts were interrupted by her climbing down from the bed and searching in my toy box.

I felt something being pushed inside my mouth, it was my favorite toy, an inflatable dildo, but I never tried to use it oral. It was pushed inside my mouth and I could not do anything to stop this, as my mouth was still forced open by the ring gag, and soon I felt it grow and grow until my whole mouth was stuffed and the fake penis was almost deepthroathing me.

The whispering voice asked " do you want me to make you cum??" and as this was the thing I wanted more than everything in the world I nodded immediately. "OK, I have a little toy for you." my heart jumped at the sound of this words and my pussy started to become wet again. I stretched my hips as far as I could in the direction of the voice. The excitement was making me wriggle in my chains, at last I would be rewarded and be allowed to come. Seconds later I started to scream in frustration and tugged uselessly at my chains- the foreign girl had put the timed vibrator back into me. I moaned and tried to beg her not to leave me like this, but I heared her leave the room anyway.

The vibrator started teasing me again, and it was even worse than at the beginning, as I was so aroused, I could not think properly anymore, I just wanted to come. I wanted it so badly, and it seemed as if my wish was going to be fulfilled, I felt an orgasm creeping to the surface. I could not hold it anymore, I screamed into my gag, I trashed around in my chains, my sweaty body wriggling in its bonds and the orgasm came.

It was a feeling like having an anvil dropped onto my head when the toys vibrations died away.

Again I was left with nothing but desire.

Three more times I almost came, and three more times, the vibrator stopped leaving me on the brink of orgasm, and three more times I almost lost my mind, struggling wildly in my chains.

Then I felt the key landing on my hand.

I really cannot describe the feelings, that rushed me in this second.

It took me only seconds to untie my hand and without further freeing myself, not even removing the clamps from my aching nipples or pulling the dildo out of my stretched butt, I started masturbating.

The freed hand grasped my pussy, pulled out the vibrator and started stroking my sex furiously.

As I lay there, still almost completely tied up, I had the best orgasm in my whole life.

I came and came, and my body jerked around uncontrolled in its chains, so hard, I almost turned the bed upside down. Blood shot into my head and my crotch, spasms were shaking my body like an animal in its death throes.

I continued masturbating until I was too tired and fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up with the memories of five huge orgasms still ruling my thoughts.

I freed myself , untying my hands, loosening the nipple clamps (ouch!), pulling the dildo out of my red hot anus (ouch again!), undid the gag (I still cannot chew normally even today, 3 days later), and stretching my limbs (ouch, the third). My whole body was aching but anyway, I was smiling the whole day like a maniac.

As I am a very unexperienced writer (this is effectively my first story) and I also do not live in a english speaking country, I would really like you to send me some reflections or ideas regarding my work.

Thank you for mailing me,

Grinser!

Grinser327@gmx.net