Surprise!

I put my key in the lock and turned it. There was a light click from the lock - I pushed and the front door opened. I followed it into the lounge, and dumped my shopping on the floor. It had been a long day, and I needed some relaxation - I had been in a constant rush and it hadn't worn off yet. I knew that Pauline wouldn't be home for another hour or so, so that would give me plenty of time to get my plan in motion.

I took my shopping into the kitchen, found new homes for the products I had bought and headed upstairs after checking the answerphone for messages. I kicked off my heels on the way to the bedroom, and quickly stripped off my work clothes. I wandered into the ensuite bathroom and relaxed under a nice, hot shower. Mmmmmmmm...

Drying myself off and feeling slightly less hurried, I wandered back into the bedroom and had a look for something suitably sexy to wear. After a brief search through the briefs, I happened across a little black meshy g-string that suggested more than it hid and I knew that that was the uniform for today. I slowly pulled it up my long, smooth legs - it was very comfortably snug against my skin. I wondered if I should wear anything else, but then my eyes happened upon my favourite strappy heels - even better, they could be padlocked onto my feet. Before I put them on, I snatched a pair of new stockings (black, fishnet) from the underwear drawer and a suspender belt - I put these on first, pulling the stockings slowly up my legs and snapping on the suspenders.

I walked over to the wardrobe once I'd pulled on the heels and opened it, briefly admiring my reflection (tall, slim, long brown hair, big brown eyes, full lips, smooth pale skin, pert breasts, hardening nipples) in the mirror on the inside of the door before I rummaged around for my toybox. After pulling it out, I placed it on the bed. Just looking inside at all the fun devices made me feel horny... I selected four padlocks, a ballgag, a pair of nipple clamps and a pair of door hangers. Today's bondage would be simple, but effective.

Wasting no time, I leaned down to attach the padlocks to my high-heeled shoes - they wouldn't be coming off in a hurry. The next item to put in place was the ballgag - I pulled it deep into my mouth and fastened it behind my head. I didn't bother making any experimental grunts - as an experienced bondagette, I know when I'm gagged. I then picked up the door hangers - I quickly fastened the buckles around my wrists and used the last two padlocks to keep them there. I stood up off the bed and picked up the box of toys, a leather strap (from the door hangers) hanging from each wrist - these straps would be used later to attach me to a door. I put the toybox back in the wardrobe and looked at my reflection once again. There was something missing... aaaaah, the nipple clamps.

Grinning at my reflection, I turned briefly to snatch the clamps from the bed before I returned to my own gaze. I ran my hands over my bare midriff, letting my fingers trace lines on my flesh as they moved up towards my waiting breasts. My nipples were hardening with anticipation and I quickly attached the first clamp to my left nipple.

"Mmmmph!"

Perhaps I was feeling particularly sensitive today, but I was sure that they didn't usually hurt that much. Shrugging, I attached the second clamp.

"Mmmmph!"

I massaged my breasts for a few seconds to try to ease the pain. Once it had died to a dull ache, I moved over to the door to the ensuite bathroom. It opened out into the bedroom, so all I had to do was put the leather straps over the top of it and take small steps backwards, closing the door behind me and trapping the leather straps between the door and the door frame. I heard the door click shut and that was it - I was trapped. The leather straps had little weights at the ends, to stop me pulling them through the gap between door and frame. All I could do now was wait for Pauline to come home.

The bedroom was such that, when she came into the room, the first thing she would see was me, helplessly standing in front of the bathroom door, awaiting her attention. I wondered what she would do when she found me - would she rush up to me and smother me in kisses? Or would she just ignore me and leave me to my bondage? I closed my eyes, ignoring the ache of my nipples, and imagined her entering the room.

"Laura!" came her voice in my mind, "What have you done to yourself?"

My only reply was to mumble into the gag, and in my mind's eye she quickly crossed the distance between us and placed her hands on my hips, looking me up and down. And then she raised one of her hands to brush my hair away from my face so she could give me a big kiss on my ballgag. I imagined her moving down my body, softly kissing my neck while I purred into the gag, her fingers finding the nipple clamps and pulling them upwards, stretching my breasts a little so she could kiss the tender skin underneath - she likes to call it my 'undercarriage'. I was writhing with pleasure now... Her kisses then moved down to my tummy button and her hands moved behind me, gripping and squeezing my buttocks as her tongue explored... and then her kisses moved further down...

I blinked. I was alone in the room, my arms stretched above my head, completely helpless... and so horny! I wondered if I could try to turn myself around, so that I could press myself against the door to allow myself some stimulation... and then my eyes alighted on the doorknob, just to the left of my buttocks. I briefly wondered if I could use it in some way... and then decided that it would be cheating. I would save myself for Pauline, and she could use me how she wishes.

I decided to think about something else, to take my mind off my horniness, frustration and discomfort, all caused by my own hand. My mind went back to my first ever fantasy, the one that started a lifetime of craving for restraint...

"Laura? I think this is a bit too big."

"What do you mean?" I replied.

I turned to look at my partner. He was tall, he was muscly, he was tanned. He had long hair, bright eyes and very white teeth. He was wearing a black wetsuit which was meant to be skintight, but looked loose on his strong body - it was obviously a couple of sizes too big.

"There's enough room for two in here!" he complained.

"Be serious," I grinned, walking over to him - he was naked inside the wetsuit, and I took great pleasure in examining his well-defined chest up close.

"I am serious," he said, reaching forward with his big, strong arms to grab me. The little bikini that I had been wearing was ripped from my body and he planted a huge, passionate kiss on my lips that made me melt. He then span me around so I was facing away from him - I was helpless in his grip as he lifted me in the air and lowered me gently. My toes found the opening of the wetsuit at his crotch and I let him guide my feet inside. With a little help from gravity, we managed to squeeze my legs into the legs of the wetsuit in front of his legs, to the point that my feet popped out of the holes at the ankles. Where the wetsuit legs had been baggy, they were now stretched taut as they were filled by the two of us.

"This isn't very comfortable..." I began.

"I have the perfect solution," he said, raising me a little - I felt his hard cock between my legs and before I could say a thing he had penetrated me... he lowered me down onto his cock, spreading his legs (and thus my legs) a little to ease the passage. "How's this?"

"Much better..." I said, my voice a little weak, my pussy completely filled by his huge manhood.

He reached around in front of me for my wrists, and threaded them into the arms of the wetsuit, alongside his own arms. This was a little easier than the legs had been, but my arms were nowhere near as long as his and my hands ended up trapped inside the material, next to his wrists.

"Oh well," he commented, "you won't be needing your hands for anything anyway. Let me do all the work..."

He reached around in front of me again, and this time my arms were forced to accompany his, for the zip that was currently next to my tummy button. He grasped it and pulled it firmly upwards - we both had to breathe in as it passed our tummies and then it got to my breasts. I leaned back as he pulled it up and over, my breasts getting squashed together as the zip passed all the way up to my neck. I looked down and could see my hard nipples straining the material of the wetsuit.

"I could get used to this," I murmured.

"I told you this was big enough for two," he said, his voice at my ear.

And then he took a step. As my legs were forced to part, his huge cock inside me moved deliciously and I felt my breath catch in my throat. I sensed that the movement had a similar affect on him, and he began to slowly walk the two of us around the room - I was a helpless puppet in front of him as he moved. I could feel his cock throbbing and growing inside me, and I knew that I was getting very wet... My nipples were now very sensitive and I groaned loudly as my excitement grew... I was so close now... with this hard cock filling me, and there was no escape from it...

I groaned into my gag. I was so horny, all I wanted was release (in more ways than one). My legs were beginning to fall asleep, my nipples were hurting and I was drooling onto my chest. I moved around a little, to ease an ache in my toes, and I wondered what time it was. And then I heard the front door open downstairs.

"Laura? Are you home?" Pauline called.

I wasn't in much of a position to reply, but I knew that she'd find my coat downstairs on its hook and know that I was in. Perhaps she would take the lack of reply as a hint to my predicament...

"Come in, come in, make yourselves at home," came Pauline's voice from downstairs, obviously not talking to me... she had brought guests! "Let me take your coats, and I'll give you the grand tour."

Oh no. The guests would be in for a bit of a surprise when the tour brought them to the master (or should it be called mistress?) bedroom. I could imagine it now - Pauline opening the door and going into her estate agent spiel (she's never off duty) while her guests peered in past her at me... wearing just the tiniest of g-strings and high-heeled shoes, my mouth gagged and my nipples firmly clamped, my arms raised above my head and attached to the top of the door, helpless... struggling... and oh so horny... I had to escape. But how?

I looked up at my wrists, firmly padlocked inside the door hangers. I pulled down and twisted as hard as I could, wriggling and straining against my bonds in an attempt to get my wrists through the cuffs but I only succeeded in making my breasts jiggle around in a very pleasing way. I heard movement downstairs, as the tour began on the lower floor. I estimated that I only had a couple of minutes before I was discovered.

I looked down at the doorknob next to my buttocks. Perhaps that was the way out. Raising my left knee, I tried to use my left foot to turn the knob, by brushing against it and trying to catch it with the pointed heel. If only I hadn't padlocked the shoes onto my feet I might have kicked them off and had more luck with my toes. As the situation was, I was getting nowhere. And then I heard the distinctive creak of the bottom step... I was running out of time! They would be through the bedroom door in a matter of seconds.

I sidled across so that my left buttock was touching the doorknob and tried to turn it by moving up and down next to it. I moved over further, trying to grip it between my buttocks, madly twisting to try to turn it, ever fearful of the approaching footsteps. And then there was a click, the door flew open and I fell backwards onto the soft carpet of the bathroom. The door swung open to its full extent and rebounded off the wall, bouncing back to close itself just as the bedroom door opened. I heard footsteps crossing the bedroom towards the freshly-slammed ensuite door.

"Laura? Are you in there? I heard a noise - are you okay?"

"Mmm-hmm?" was all I could reply, given that I was still gagged.

"Would you excuse me a moment?" Pauline said to her guests.

The door opened just enough for Pauline to slip inside the room and close the door behind her without her guests being able to look inside. She looked down at where I was laying on the floor in a heap and a huge smirk crossed her face.

"What on earth are you doing?" she whispered, bending down and unbuckling the ballgag.

"Just trying to set up a little surprise for you," I said quietly, my eyes closed against the pain as I gently removed the nipple clamps.

"And for my guests, by the look of it. Are you in a fit state to greet them?"

"Not without the keys to the padlocks. They might ask questions if I have these door hangers dangling from my wrists, and these heels locked on my feet."

"And the keys are..?"

"In the wardrobe."

"Okay, no problem. I'll be just a sec."

She kneeled down between my splayed legs and kissed me tenderly on the lips before she disappeared back the way she had come. I slowly got to my feet and rubbed my poor, aching nipples. What an adventure. I heard the sound of people walking back downstairs and a moment later the door opened again. Pauline grinned at me as she tossed me the keys.

"Thanks, Pauline," I smiled.

"Next time, Laura," she said, "make sure you lock the door you attach yourself to!"

I nodded. I would. And escape would be impossible.