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disclaimer: don't do self-bondage, it's dangerous, this story is not in any way advice or guidance and should be taken as a (very hot) fantasy.
Thanks to quotermain for the self bondage ideas!
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The final padlock clicked, a harsh sound despite its quietness. A thrill went down Joey’s spine as she let it slip from her fingers. Her rapid heartbeat was like a drum pounding in her ears. Robbed of her sight by the blindfold, her other senses were amplified to the maximum. She was acutely aware of every sound, from the creak of the ropes to her shaky breathing. The gentle fragrance of the freshly washed towel beneath her was mixed with earthy smell of the ropes that bound her and the heady scent of her own needy arousal.
She shivered, wriggling and tugging at her restraints. Her bound wrists were trapped behind her, fastened to the crotch rope by one of the locks. She leaned forward, only to find herself held back by the rod behind her elbows. The ropes attaching it to her arms were loose, and once she got her wrists free, she’d be able to slide the rod out of the loops with ease, but that wasn’t happening until the ice melted and she found the key and scissors to free her paws. In the meantime, she could squirm around awkwardly with her frogtied legs, but she certainly wasn’t going to be able to get very far…
It had taken an hour of planning and prep, and an awful lot of fumbling behind her once she had fastened the blindfold around her head. The results were breathtaking. She moaned into the gag as she struggled, twisting her bound torso back and forth. Each tug of the ropes from her wrists pulled the inert vibrator tighter against her body. Once she turned it on, she would have no escape from its stimulation.
The thought was a little frightening, and that made it hot.
Her fingers trembled as they felt along the waist rope that ran above the base of her tail. Somewhere—there!—she had tucked her phone. She carefully extracted it from the ropes, being careful not to touch the screen. She hoped the remote control app for the vibrator was still up. It would’ve been almost impossible to find it in the menu and open it again without the benefit of sight. Taking a deep breath in anticipation, she tapped the screen about where she thought one of the buttons would be.
She yelped in shock as the vibrator sprang to life, stronger than she had anticipated. She gasped and made a grab for the phone, but it had already slipped out of her fingers. She felt it hit the carpet with a dull thud.
Oh fuck! Her body jerked at the sudden stimulation, then relaxed incrementally. The vibrator purred away against her pussy, it speed ramping up and down in a gentle, lopsided wave. For a few seconds, it dropped to low speed, then resumed its pattern. This wasn’t too bad. In fact, it was great—faster than she had meant, but not fast enough to make her orgasm right away, even with her body aching for relief. It felt amazing. It had been weeks since she had felt anything like it, courtesy of her last stint in her chastity belt.
A guttural moan slipped past the gag. Her hips began to move of their own accord as she instinctively tried to grind against the source of the pleasure. By pulling strategically with the wrist rope, she could vary the pressure and position a little bit. The pleasure built, but slowly.
Joey tried to imagine what she looked like to an outside observer. Kneeling on the carpet with her paws tied behind her back, her legs and torso wrapped in a wreath of colorful shibari rope, the curves of her body embraced by their bindings, strict and inescapable. The powerful vibrating wand tied to her leg, the business end nestled up against her aching pussy and clit, blurred from the strength of its vibrations. Perfectly helpless and at the mercy of whoever had tied her up so thoroughly. She imagined them slowly circling her, admiring their trembling handiwork from every angle. Her breathing became shallow and she couldn’t hold back the whimpers of anticipation.
The vibrator gave and took as its tease program ran through its cycle. Every so often it would speed up abruptly, making her back arch in pleasure. She pulled frantically at the ropes, forcing the toy tightly against her body and praying it would last just a little longer. She was getting so very close. She imagined her mysterious observer leaning in closely, whispering reassurances in her ears. Maybe they would cup her bound breasts and toy with her nipples. Maybe they would pull her hair downward, forcing her back to arch. Maybe they would put their hand to her throat—
The toy sped up again and Joey was at the point of no return, balanced precariously on a knife’s edge of pleasure. It slowed. Sped up. She choked back a gasp. The toy slowed to its lowest level but it was too late. Her body shook, her fists clenched, her toes curled. In agonizingly slow motion, the orgasm began to burst. When the toy sped up again a moment later, the dam broke wide open. She *howled* as the orgasm overtook her, squirming frantically in her bindings at the sheer amount of pleasure overwhelming her body. Her legs tried to close, but that just forced the vibrator tighter against her body, intensifying the pleasure even more.
“Fuck!” she swore into the gag. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—!”
She was dazed, paralyzed by the rush of ecstasy. But the toy was not done with her. Even as the pleasure began to recede, the toy kicked back into high speed. She shrieked and giggled at the overstimulation. She simultaneously wanted less and craved more, and the bindings didn’t give her much choice as to which…
The second orgasm took longer to build, and yet the stimulation from the vibrator felt far stronger now, leaving her stranded just shy of release yet being overstimulated to high heaven. She snarled and twisted in her bonds, picturing her imaginary-self writhing in pleasure within her mindscape, begging and pleading with the invisible observer. “Fuck!” the doppelganger-her begged through the gag. “More!” She didn’t realize until a few seconds later that she had said that aloud.
The orgasm took its sweet time to build, but when it hit, it was like a hot wave of pleasure crashing down on her, sweeping her under. She nearly lost her balance as she bucked and jerked, moaning inarticulately into the gag. She panted frantically, her knees shaking, until the toy slowed down again, giving her a brief respite.
The third orgasm followed immediately on the heels of the second, sending her to oblivion and back before she had even caught her breath. The fourth one was an interminably long time coming. Her body was getting tired, yet she still craved more, more, more.
She lost track of time, receding into her imagination. Her imaginary domme teased her fantasy self endlessly, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before pulling her away again, over and over...
Aleena Lighthoof
MemberSelf-bondage or not, I don't recommend this, or at least the vibrator part, for more than 5 minutes at a time. The Hitachi wand like this, if it isn't factory new, the oil in the motor can get old enough or used enough, that the motor creates more and more friction. Seriously, I was in the moment and ignored as mine got too hot, and it finally fried itself and I got an actual burn.
What happens is it heats up slow enough for your body to just think it's getting warm, but your body is slowly getting used to the higher and higher heat until it finally does damage.
So, for real safety, every minute or so of constant use, just move it to a different spot and if it's too hot for you stop.
Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.
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