~Subject: ADVEN: Chapter 74
~From: tcarpen103@aol.com (TCarpen103)
~Date: 16 Jul 1996 20:52:27 -0400
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
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CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
I sat there for a minute trying to digest what
just took place. Here I was all bound and gagged, by
my own hands no less, sitting on a stool located in the
middle of a hotel suite with no way to get free except
to try and crawl all over the floor hoping to find a
key that was supposedly place somewhere on the carpet.
This was a large room and bound the way I was, I knew
that moving around would be very slow and cumbersome.
This made the room seem that much bigger. With my
ankles crossed and tightly strapped, combined with the
stiffness of the boots, trying to sit up was nearly
impossible. With my wrists locked in the handcuffs,
and my fingers stuffed inside a pair of leather gloves,
trying to feel around on the carpet for a small key
might take all night and may be next to impossible.
All I could do was try. The alternative was to be
found in the morning by the maid and no telling what
might happen there. I had little choice except maybe
to pull the safety device Miko had set up and cause the
fire alarm to go off. That would be more trouble than
its worth.
I carefully tried to stand up and found that the
crossed ankles again did their charm. Standing was all
but impossible. I carefully bent my legs and slide to
the floor. I had to be careful and not roll over on to
my back. I didn't want to fall on my handcuffs and
inadvertently tighten them a few more clicks.
Once on the floor, I slowly started to make my way
in a direction not really knowing what lie ahead. At
least I would hit a wall or another piece of furniture
and would have a starting point.
The movement was going slow and the vibrator was
still going strong, when it was on. All the movement,
combined with the restrictions of the boots and corset,
and of course the teasing of the vibrator was starting
to have an effect on me. I was sweating, and my breath
was getting shorter. I realized that soon I would be
over taken with sexual passion and there was very
little I could do to stop it. Even though I knew that
I might find the key to get free by the morning, the
thought of being discovered and then publicly
humiliated is something that has always intrigued me
about self-bondage.
Many times I have thought of the idea of going to
a motel room in some out of the way place, putting
myself in some restrictive bondage and setting up the
safety to release the key just before the maid comes to
clean the room. The thought of being caught is part of
the excitement and fun of tying myself up.
Many thoughts have run through my mind while bound
and gagged by my own hand. What if I'm caught by a
neighbor or the maid? Will they understand what has
happen? Will they ran and get help? Or will they
maybe smile to themselves and decide to play? Nothing
excites me more than the thought of being discovered by
a unknown person and that person having their way with
me and I'm not able to tell who it is. I'm ravaged,
teased, and brought to the brink of orgasm several
times and then finally taken over the edge. Then
nothing! Whoever was there is gone and I am once again
left alone with my ropes and gags. Who was that masked
person? Those thoughts continued this evening as I
moved slowly about the room.
I continued to move throughout the room, inch by
inch. I was only able to crawl on my stomach and my
side and when I did move forward, my breasts were
rubbed across the carpet. More stimulation was nice
and it made for incentive to keep moving. I couldn't
lay on my back and move around, because of the handcuff
issue and the possible tightening problem. Even if I
found the keys, if the handcuffs were too tight, I
wouldn't have the play in the cuffs needed to position
the key in the hole, so this option was ruled out right
away. I had wished now that I hadn't been so cute and
put the blindfold under the head harness, I might have
been able to rub it off. But not this time. No, I was
way too good for that.
The blindfold made all the distances that I
traveled seem like miles. I continued to try and feel
around on the floor for the key, using my booted feet
to see if I might hit the key and make it jingle or
something. No luck. I was growing weary. I had been
bound and gag in a variety of ways tonight, most very
stringent and tiring. I was slowing down.
The vibrator continued to work and do its job, the
bondage was still very tight. With the looming thought
of being discovered in a few hours my sexual passion
was soon on the rise again. I decided that I would at
least go out with a bang. I pulled on the cuffs trying
to pull the crotch strap tighter. It was working. I
rubbed my breast and nipples along the carpet to
further the stimulation. The vibrator was still
turning on and off and I was timing my thrust with each
cycle of vibration. Orgasm was quickly approaching. I
pulled harder. I tried to bring my legs up to a
hogtie. That feeling of helplessness was overwhelming.
I bit hard on my gag and screamed. I exploded. Stars
shined everywhere behind the blindfold. I screamed
into the ball gag again. I'm sure no one heard me, but
I didn't care if they did. I was floating in heaven.
I really didn't care who found me now, this was what
bondage was all about, erotic stimulation.
The first orgasm was followed by at least three
more smaller ones, each taking my breath away. Finally
I was through and exhausted. I rolled on my side.
Sleep came quickly. I'm sure the dreams of tight
bondage, Miko, her silver nipple rings and the
soon-to-find-me maid would make for some nice
thoughts and
dreams.