BEAR NECESSITIES

Being woken by the sound of the front doorbell is never a pleasant experience. I'm the sort of person who leaps out of bed and is halfway downstairs before she is even awake (or dressed), spurred on by some insane need to answer the call of Master Doorbell. Not this time, though - my leap out of bed was somewhat hampered by the fact by the fact that Pauline had handcuffed me spreadeagled to the bed while I was asleep. It took me a few moments of sleep-addled confusion to come to my senses and work out exactly what the situation was - and it was then that I noticed Pauline sitting on the edge of the bed, giggling.

"Good morning, lover," I smiled, ignoring the pain in my wrists from pulling too hard against the handcuffs.

"Hi," she grinned in reply, idly stroking my bare tummy.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" I asked, remembering the doorbell that had awoken me so rudely from sweet dreams.

"I suppose I'd better - I was just having too much fun watching you struggle."

As I watched her go (noticing that, like me, she was completely naked), I wondered who that might be, calling at some unknown hour on a Sunday morning. I would have known what hour it was, but couldn't see any clocks or watches from where I was laying. So, instead, I turned my attention to my bonds - four pairs of handcuffs, tight around my wrists and ankles, keeping me spread on top of the mattress, naked, exposed. Sunlight was filtering in through the net curtains, making a pretty pattern on my naked flesh... and I briefly wondered if anyone was outside, looking in, watching... just the thought made me feel sexy, and I could feel my nipples beginning to harden already. If only I could get my hands free, I could have a very satisfying morning. But I was sure that Pauline had other plans for me.

I heard a creak on the stairs. Then a few seconds of silence. Then another creak. Then more silence. And then the bedroom door slowly opened towards me, but I couldn't see anyone standing beyond it.

"Pauline?" I asked, straining to see what was happening.

And then I saw movement, at the end of the bed. I sat up as much as I could and saw a pair of brown furry ears just visible over the edge of the bed. For a moment, I thought it was a cat, but the ears were not pointy enough. The ears moved, rising up in small jerks, as their owner climbed up the end of my bed, between my feet. The furry ears were part of a furry head, with shiny brown eyes and a little black nose and a little black smiling mouth. It was Ted, the teddy bear.

"Hmmm, what do we have here?" he said (well, actually, it was Pauline doing her best gruff bear impression from somewhere out of sight).

"Oh, Mr Bear, please do help me," I said, in my best damsel voice.

Another movement, and a small furry paw appeared on the edge of the bed. Ted managed to haul himself up onto the mattress and dust himself off - now I could see Pauline's hand supporting and moving him, but I tried to ignore it.

"You appear to be handcuffed to the bed."

"You're a very observant little bear - could you please free me?"

"I don't know about that," he replied, moving along the bed a little, between my widespread legs, "People who are tied up are usually tied up for a reason. I think you've probably been a very bad girl."

"Me? No, I'm not a bad girl," I smiled, innocently, watching him advance along the bed - he was between my knees now, and I was feeling very vulnerable, "my girlfriend has played a mean trick on me, tis all."

"I don't know whether to believe you," the bear replied, placing a furry paw on each thigh, "but there's an easy way to find out."

"What's that?" I asked, noticing that I could now see Pauline's face peeking over the foot of the bed.

"I just have a little sniff and I can diagnose your condition," he replied - and, not waiting for my response, he did just that.

I gasped as he buried his cold little plastic nose in my wet pussy, and moaned softly as he rooted around. I pulled a little at the handcuffs binding my wrists and ankles, but they hadn't miraculously loosened in the past few minutes - I was still bound utterly helpless, at the mercy of this rather pervy little teddy bear. All too soon, he withdrew and just stood there, idly stroking my thighs.

"So?" I asked, "Did you discover anything about my condition?"

"Yes. I discovered that you have a very rare disease. If I don't take immediate action, random parts of your anatomy will swell and explode."

"I thought that only happened to guys."

"Not at all. I can see that your nipples are more prominent already. And if only you could see what interesting things are going on down here between your legs..."

"What's the cure?"

"There's only one cure for this condition. The universal cure which works for everything. Hot bear lovin'..."

I was about to suggest that that was a very convenient cure, that this could easily be misconstrued as malpractice, and that I thought he was just a pervy little bear, when I felt a soft paw gently stroke against my labia and all thoughts of complaint fled my brain... I pushed, trying to inch myself down the bed, to feel more pressure on my pussy. But then he was gone, climbing over my right thigh, and slowly walking up the bed towards my head, stroking one paw along the length of my body. I closed my eyes when he got to the base of my breast. A couple of paws reached up to my chest, just below my breasts, as he pulled himself onto me and stood up, looking down at me as I lay there, helpless.

"What are these?" he asked, looking from one breast to the other.

"Are you sure you're a qualified doctor?" I asked.

"I'm only used to working on other bears," he replied, "they don't have these things."

"Smartarse," I replied, talking to the bear but looking at Pauline.

Ted ignored my insult and sidestepped up my chest, between my breasts. And then he sat down on my right breast. And I moaned.

"Very comfy," he said.

"Hey, what happened to my hot bear lovin', doctor?" I asked, wriggling to try to dislodge him.

"Oh yes, I'll just fetch my nurse to prep you," the bear replied, one paw idly resting on my erect nipple.

And, with that, he hopped off my body and walked back down to the end of the bed. I saw him disappear from sight, and a few seconds later the bedroom door closed. And I was alone again. Moments later, the door opened again, and Pauline walked in. My eyes widened when I saw her - the light blue PVC nurse outfit looked absolutely stunning on her, especially the way it hugged her bum and squeezed her breasts (both things which I hoped to do later).

"The doctor has informed me of your condition," she smiled, placing a hand on my thigh as she sat on the bed beside me, "and wanted me to make you more comfortable so he can operate."

"Are all the nurses in this hospital as sexy as you?" I asked, feeling an overwhelming desire to hold her in my arms.

"It's the patients I'm more interested in," she winked, brandishing a set of keys.

She quickly released my ankles from the tight embrace of the metal cuffs. Then she moved around to the top of the bed and released one of my wrists. She moved my wrist to where the other was handcuffed, and handcuffed my free wrist to the same vertical bar that my handcuffed wrist was handcuffed to. Then she released my other wrist and moved it to the now-vacated vertical bar and handcuffed it there - she had effectively changed my bondage so that my arms were still spread wide, but I was now on my tummy. Next, she produced a pair of fishnet tights - she carefully pushed her arms into the legs of the tights, then pushed her fishnet-covered left arm into the right leg of the tights, doubling them up. She wriggled out of them, having created a pair of one-leg fishnet tights, and pulled them onto my feet before smoothing them up my legs, effectively trapping my legs together, making me feel like a mermaid! I was powerless to stop her pulling the tights all the way up, over my bum, and somehow they made me feel even more helpless than I was before.

The finishing touch was a black leather blindfold and a ballgag, before Pauline lifted my hips so I was in the doggy position. And then I heard her leave. And, moments later, I heard the familiar voice of the bear.

"I see my nurse has prepped you well," said the bear, "Are you comfy?"

"Mmmmph," I replied.

"The gag is a precaution, to stop you biting your tongue in the throes of ecstacy," the bear explained, "so, in the future, I will ask you questions. Nod your head for yes and wiggle your bum for no. Understand?"

I nodded my head.

"Good. Now, I seem to remember that you had a problem with your nipples. Do they need some of my special attention?"

I nodded my head.

There was no reply. Instead, I felt a cool breeze playing over my bare nipples. I shivered. And then I felt a furry paw against my right breast before the nipple was enveloped in soft lips which sucked, suckled and teased. My nipple hardened at the attention, and a soft moan escaped my gagged lips as I knelt there, helpless to do anything but enjoy those lips, that tongue, those teeth... they pulled at my nipple, stretching it, and I groaned louder... and then they left, and were replaced by the harsh, cold metal grip of a clamp. I groaned and pulled at my bonds, struggling - the teeth had been very pleasant, but this just hurt! My gagged pleas fell on deaf ears, as I felt my other nipple getting the same attention... and it followed the same pattern, ending in another cruel metal clamp biting my tender flesh. I could tell that there was a chain connecting the two clamps, since someone was gently tugging on it... I started to lower my chest towards the bed, but was stopped by a furry paw.

"Stay in that position," said the bear, "or I'll find some more tender flesh to attach those clamps to."

I stopped moving at once. I felt a furry paw on my bum, stroking the fishnets softly before pulling them down over my buttocks. The paw stroked softly between my bare buttocks, and I moaned softly.

"Now, do you want my special brand of hot bear lovin' in your ass?"

My pussy was hot and wet and needed the attention. I wiggled my bum, for no.

"It looks like you're trying to say no, but the way you wiggle your bum is so enticing..."

I shook my head, wiggling my bum all the harder, moaning into my gag.

"Nurse, prep her!"

I bit the ballgag as I felt a finger gently lube my asshole... and then I felt a furry paw on my left buttock, a furry paw on my right buttock, and the familiar feel of our smallest dildo pressing against my ass. I later learned that Pauline had rigged a little strap-on harness for our teddy bear, and it certainly felt like the little fella was giving me a damn good seeing-to as he thrust into my ass, pushing the dildo deeper and deeper inside me with each thrust. I groaned loudly into the gag, moving with each thrust, the furry paws pressing harder against my buttocks as Pauline made the teddy bear thrust harder into me. I wriggled, I struggled, I moaned at the pain in my nipples, I groaned because my pussy needed attention, I bit the ballgag harder as the dildo thrust deeper.

And then I heard the doorbell.

"Be right back," Pauline said, racing out of the room.

And there I was, on all fours, my legs trapped together in fishnet, my wrists handcuffed to the bedposts, wearing a ballgag and blindfold, vicious clamps hanging from my nipples, and a bear with a strap-on dildo stuck firmly in my ass. Not a situation I believed many people in the history of the universe had been in. I let my knees slide down the bed, lowering myself gently down on the bed, the cool sheets soothing some of the pain in my nipples... but the new position made my ass grip the dildo even harder. I wriggled, wondering if I could get myself free... and if I could dislodge the bear. I had a brief fantasy about Pauline being kidnapped by whomever was at the front door... and my being found in such a bizarre, compromising position by a burglar... And then I heard Pauline return.

"That was the cute neighbour," Pauline said, sitting on the bed next to me, "The first time the doorbell rung was the postman trying to deliver a parcel. He accepted it on our behalf, and just dropped it off. I think you'll like it - I'll show it to you after breakfast. Speaking of which, I'm starving. I think it's time for your orgasm."

And, with that, she pushed a second dildo between my bound legs, letting the tip rest between my labia... and then she turned it onto full power. The sudden jolt felt like electricity, and it was enough to drive me over the edge into an earth-shattering orgasm!

Once I had recovered, she helped me out of my bondage. A quick shared shower later (with plenty of mutual lathering of those hard to reach areas), we were sitting at the dining table eating cereal, both wearing bathrobes, the unopened package between us.

"So, what is it?" I asked.

"Just a little something I ordered online the other day," Pauline smiled mysteriously.

What a tease. She just carried on eating, knowing that I was burning up with curiosity.

"Tell me, please," I begged, "Can I open it?"

"As long as you promise to wear what's inside," she grinned.

I nodded. I liked surprises. I quickly grabbed the package and ripped it to shreds. Inside was a pair of black latex elbow-length opera gloves.

"We already have a pair of these," I said, feeling a little disappointed.

"Not quite," Pauline smiled, "Try them on."

It was then that I noticed what was so different about them. They had no fingers. I had to form my fingers into fists, and let Pauline pull the gloves up my arms to just above my elbows. Once they were on, I suddenly realised how helpless I was - without my fingers able to move, I couldn't possibly take the skintight gloves off. I was trapped! Pauline stepped behind me, pulled off my bathrobe and guided me to my feet, so that I was standing naked before her (apart from the gloves, of course).

"What now?" I asked, keeping what little modesty I had left by covering myself with my gloved fists.

"I fancy some rope bondage," replied Pauline, "Go and wait for me in the living room."

I grinned. I fancied some rope bondage too. I did as she ordered - I walked into the living room (making sure I gave her a sexy little wiggle of my bum as I went) and stood in the middle of the floor. She followed a couple of minutes later, holding a few short lengths of rope and a ring-gag. She selected one length of rope and approached me with an evil grin on her face.

"First things first - you need a crotch rope," she smiled, "nice and tight."

She doubled the rope and wrapped it once around my waist before threading the loose ends through the loop and wrapping it around again. She threaded the loose ends through the loop again and measured the rest of the rope before tying a couple of thick knots which I knew would bring me much pleasure later. She rotated the belt she had made so the loose ends were behind me, and pulled them between my legs and up in front of me (making sure that the knots did line up with my more sensitive areas) and tied the loose ends to the rope belt. Nice and tight. And deliciously snug between my labia.

Next, she brandished the ring-gag. It had extra straps, which went over my head and under my chin, for added security. She pulled it onto my head, pulling the gag tight behind my teeth, and buckled it tightly at the back of my head. I tried some mmmmmphs for good measure, but what I didn't make in sense I made up for in drool. I brought my hands up to my face to feel the gag, but my latex-coated fists were next to useless. She gently took my hands and placed them down at my sides, before she used a length of rope to tie a cinch knot between my left upper thigh and my left wrist. She did the same on the right side, and suddenly I felt even more helpless and vulnerable. She spanked my bum and giggled when I jumped.

"I hope you like this," she said, softly in my ear, "since you won't be able to get free if you don't."

Her roaming hands found my nipples were erect already, and her tongue explored inside my open mouth, playing with my tongue. I moved towards her, my own tongue wanting to explore her mouth, but she broke off the kiss with a cheeky grin and helped me down onto my knees. Kneeling in front of her, I moaned softly, knowing there was just a flimsy bathrobe between my tongue and her undoubtedly-wet pussy... but she had other plans for me. She helped me lay down on my tummy, in the middle of the floor. The next rope went between my elbows, pulling them together behind me, making me arch my back a little. Another rope provided the necessary support for my head... it went from the top of the ring-gag head harness down my back, underneath the elbow rope, to the crotch rope... it pulled my elbows further up and together, pulled my head back, and pulled those knots deeper into my pussy and ass... ohhhhhhhh...

My legs were still free, and I wondered if I'd be able to get to my feet and walk around in such tight, stringent bondage... and then I thought of the ropes on my elbows and crotch, and decided that perhaps I didn't want to try. I turned my head the little I could to see that Pauline still had some ropes to use on me. She bent my legs at the knees and pulled my knees away from each other, as far as my (admittedly supple and bendy) physique would allow, revealing how much pleasure I was getting from the crotch rope for all to see... she tied cinch knots above and below my knees, and from my ankles to my upper thighs, so that my heels were pressed against my buttocks. I groaned, drooling a little on the floor - this was certainly tight, stringent bondage - I could barely move a muscle! Her last touch was a rope from each knee to my elbows, to stop me bringing my legs back together.

"What do you think?" she asked, walking around me, admiring her handiwork.

My only response was some more drool on the carpet.

"Let's see what the doctor thinks, shall we?" she grinned, before leaving me to my bondage pleasure.

And there I was, struggling on the floor, gagged tight. Lying on my tummy, elbows bound together behind my back, wrists and ankles bound to thighs, and an evil rope going from my crotch rope to my gag. And the more I struggled, the tighter the knots between my legs buried themselves in my more sensitive areas...

"Ah, what do we have here?" came the voice of the bear, "I see my nurse has prepared the patient for the next stage of the treatment. Just a few things missing, though. Nurse, bring the clamps!"

"Mmmmmmph?" I asked, suddenly a little worried about my predicament... and not liking being completely helpless in the presence of this sadistic little bear.

I turned to look at him, sitting immobile next to me on the floor, his face completely expressionless as his obedient nurse brandished two pairs of tweezer clamps (one pair with a chain, one without) and our new pair of evil, vicious clover clamps (with a chain). I renewed my struggles as she smiled innocently, as if to say that she was not to blame, she was just following orders. She walked around behind me, out of my sight... and then I felt her fingers rubbing the crotch rope. I felt one tweezer clamp grip my right pussy lip, and moaned into my gag as I felt it bite. She led the chain under my right thigh, up over my buttocks and under my left thigh - with a slight tug, it was just long enough for her to attach the other tweezer clamp to my left lip... with both labia pulled painfully by the clamps, I barely dared struggle at all now... and the knot on the crotch rope seemed to bury itself even further into my pussy. But she wasn't finished. She moved around in front of me and showed me the two chainless tweezer clamps. I looked at her, wondering what they were for. She arched an eyebrow and grinned as she attached the clamps to the tip of my tongue...

"Mmmmmph!" I groaned, the tweezer clamps on the end of my tongue flailing around as I struggled - somehow, the simplicity of it made me feel even more helpless.

And I knew that the worst was to come. She hadn't used the clover clamps yet. I didn't have to wait long.

Sitting cross-legged in front of me, giving me a very nice view under her bathrobe, she reached forward and gently massaged my breasts. My nipples were rock-hard already, but the brief moment of pleasure was wonderful. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the pain of the tweezer clamps and the bite of the ropes. I felt the cold metal of the clover clamp chain on the back of my neck, the clover clamps themselves dangling over my shoulders. She let them grip both of my nipples simultaneously, an act which made me open my eyes wide and struggle furiously at this fresh, intense pain as they pulled my breasts upwards... and I came and came and came with wave after wave of wonderful orgasms!

And as I lay there, my body spasming as I struggled and orgasmed, in so much pleasure and pain, I heard Pauline giving the teddy bear voice once more:

"Nurse, I think she's cured!"