SELF-DESTRUCT

I pushed the batteries into the vibrator, wondering if my penetrating the vibrator was ironic in some way. Probably not. Anyway, I didn't have time to be thinking about such things, since the tingling of excitement I felt all over my body meant that I didn't have long to complete my self-bondage. I was glad that I'd found the batteries at all - in the house Pauline and I share, it's rare to find working batteries in the TV remote, the stereo remote, the walkman, etc... I can't think how we get through so many batteries so quickly!

I turned around on the floor and looked at the clothing and bondage equipment I'd laid out for myself. It's always good to plan ahead. One thing I've noticed with bondage - no matter how much planning I put into a position: the more excited I get, the more prone to making stupid modifications and taking stupid risks I get. I don't think it's just me, but that worrying little niggle at the back of the brain about the tie I'm attempting sometimes gets ignored - well, the tie is almost finished, and I'm feeling really horny, so who cares? Even though I know completing the tie is dangerous, my arousal takes over and my priorities switch. Even though I know it's risky, I sometimes don't listen to the warning signs because I don't like the idea of abandoning bondage halfway through. But I'm sensible, and experienced, and I usually do, eventually, listen to the niggle. Then, instead of being on the sexually-charged road to bondage paradise, I suddenly realise that I'm hot, sweating buckets, not sexy at all, and all I want is release from the half-baked bondage but the ropes have become too tight and I can't find the key and I know it's going to take ages to get free. And when I realise how tight the ropes are, I realise how close I came to inescapable bondage - if I had completely ignored that niggle, I'd be feeling really sexy and I'd have one hell of an orgasm but then I'd be faced with the prospect of not being able to get free at all. And when I do eventually free myself from the abandoned bondage, it's such a relief, such a thrill of danger, that the orgasm I'd denied myself is never that far away after all...

I blinked, and wondered briefly how long I'd been daydreaming, just sitting there in the middle of the floor, naked, holding the vibrator in my hands. Tutting to myself, I pulled the lead attached to the base of the vibrator and picked up the attached control box - pressing the buttons, I took the vibrator through a number of settings, smiling as it buzzed in my fingers. This was going to be fun.

I focused on the task in hand, not wanting to be distracted again. Especially not since my excitement was growing already, and I'd barely started. First things first - I turned on the vibrator and raised it up to my chest, letting it play over my nipples, which soon became hard. I moved the vibrator down slowly between my breasts and over my flat tummy until it got to my more sensitive parts... I closed my eyes and moaned softly as I moved the lightly buzzing toy near my clit, and I could feel myself getting wet very quickly from the combination of the arousal and the anticipation of what was to come... I switched off the vibrator (since I didn't want to get too excited, just yet), and slowly pushed it inside my pussy, moaning louder as it penetrated me, deeper and deeper. I slowly thrust it, back and forth, going deeper on each thrust, parting my legs slightly to ease its passage, until it could go no further. Looking down, I could just see the base between my legs, and the lead trailing away to the control box.

Holding the vibrator in with one hand, I grabbed a pair of burgandy tights I'd bought earlier that day. Sitting back on my bum (and ignoring the wonderful feeling of such deep penetration) I poked my toes into the tights and slowly pulled them up my long, freshly-shaved legs. Then I switched back onto my knees again to pull the tights up to my tummy, the crotch of the tights pushing a little against the base of the vibrator, and the control box hanging down between my buttocks (the lead ran from the base of the vibrator up between my buttocks to my lower back inside the tights, with a few centimetres outside my tights from which the control box hung). I picked up a roll of tape and loosely fastened the control box to my lower back (above the tights), so it wouldn't move about too much in the throes of ecstacy. I was tempted to reach behind me and turn the vibrator onto its highest setting... but I managed to stay my hand, and get on with my self-induced bondage.

The next item of clothing I donned was a black leotard, with high-cut hips, which was tight enough to show off my very prominent, rock-hard nipples. The crotch of the leotard also contributed towards keeping the vibrator firmly in place. I got to my feet (a little unsteadily, to be honest) and stretched my legs a little, warming up my muscles. I was having a little trouble concentrating, and the tingling sensation spreading around my body told me that I didn't have long.

I returned to the floor and used two short lengths of rope to frogtie myself (left ankle to left thigh, right ankle to right thigh). A third length of rope (which I had measured earlier) was employed as a crotch rope, with an extra length that dangled from the rear like a cat's tail. I looped the extra length so that it could reach my upper back before tying it off at the back of the crotch rope.

I took a deep breath - the bondage was almost there, and I was almost there. I picked up my ring-gag from the pile of items remaining on the floor and pulled it into my mouth, fastening it tightly, forcing my mouth wide open. The gag, combined with my intense, building arousal, meant that I could do very little to prevent copious amounts of drool to rappel down to the floor. The next item I grabbed was a pair of clover clamps, linked by a short chain, which I very carefully (since my hands were shaking) attached to my nipples. They immediately started me moaning into the gag, and I wanted to take them off... but I didn't. Instead, I reached behind me and felt for the control box under my leotard - I switched the vibrator onto a low setting. Even though I knew what was coming, I still gasped as it began to buzz lightly inside me.

I closed my eyes, my arousal building, the tingling sensation spreading throughout my body, as the vibrator trapped inside me worked its magic. Somehow, I managed to retain just enough self-control to reach for the handcuffs and loop them through the spare length of rope at the rear of my crotch rope. I pulled the handcuffs up until they were at my shoulder blades and, leaning forward (which increased the stimulation from the vibrator to unbelievable levels), I reached my hands back over my shoulders and cuffed them.

I sat back up again, moaning into the gag, as I took stock of my situation. I was wearing a black leotard and burgandy tights, kneeling on the floor because my ankles were tied to my thighs. My elbows were pointing straight up, with my hands reaching down my back, because my wrists were handcuffed to a rope attached to my crotch rope. A slight raised area above my buttocks (the control box) was the only hint of the vibrator deep inside me, to the casual observer, although he may have been wondering where the buzzing noise was coming from. I was drooling spectacularly from the ring-gag between my teeth, but it had all landed on the floor so far, not on me. Lastly, a pair of metal clover clamps attached to my tender nipples through the material of the leotard looked rather out of place, and were already causing me some pain, but no amount of wriggling would dislodge them.

I groaned, wanting to express how good I felt, but my words of passion turned into mmmphs before they even got to my lips. I began to squirm as the feelings inside me grew, moving up and down with the imagined thrusts of some lover beneath me, pulling at the handcuffs which coldly gripped my wrists, which in turn pulled at the rope tight against my crotch, which in turn pushed the vibrating toy deeper inside my hot, wet pussy... I moved faster and faster, wanting it more and more, groaning and drooling, clenching my thighs together as I began to cum, feeling the orgasm washing over me, penetrating my essence, the heat spreading through me as I arched my back, pulling at my bonds, eyes screwed shut as I came and came and came...

My whole body was shaking as I came down from that higher place, and I was acutely aware of the burning sensation in my hyper-sensitive nipples. I mumbled into the gag as I shifted my position, trying to get comfortable, but the vibrator was still deep inside me, still vibrating... I could hardly think, but I knew that my main priority was to relieve the pain in my poor, aching nipples. Bringing my thighs back together again (and groaning loudly into the gag as the vibrator momentarily seems to grow inside me), I slowly toppled onto my side (and groaned again, as I involuntarily pulled at my crotchrope). Stretching my knees out away from me, I rolled onto my tummy, pressing my breasts against the carpet, hoping the pressure would ease the pain. It didn't. But this new position felt so good...

I spread my legs behind me, my feet above my buttocks, and began to buck and writhe on the floor, imagining I was being taken from behind by a relentless lover... thrusting deeper and deeper, again and again, while all I could do was move with the rhythm and drool onto the carpet. I closed my eyes again as I began to shake uncontrollably, and another orgasm ripped through me, leaving me panting and sweating and oh so horny. My pussy was very sensitive now, and the vibrator buzzing away deep inside me was feeling very uncomfortable... it was time to get free.

I brought my knees together again and managed to roll onto my side... and then the thought struck me. Perhaps, if I rolled onto my back, I'd be able to press the control box against the floor... and if I could do that, perhaps I'd be able to switch the vibrator off? It would certainly help with my concentration... and I would definitely need to concentrate if I was going to make the journey to the other side of the room, where the handcuff key was sitting so innocently by the television. I continued the roll, onto my back, and I could feel the cold metal of the nipple clamp chain through my leotard. With my knees in the air, all it took was a few squirms to mash the control box into the ground... and turn the vibrator onto a higher setting...

I squealed into the gag as I desperately tried to reverse my mistake - the increased stimulation was the last thing my aching pussy needed, and no amount of writhing seemed to stop it. I rolled back onto my side and onto my tummy, before parting my legs so I could kneel again. Sitting up like that, my abdomen moving as if possessed, I had two more orgasms when all I wanted to do was remove my clamps and turn off that damned vibrator! It was time for a change of plan.

My hair was in my face now (I had forgotten to tie it back) but I could still see enough to navigate through the room. As fast as I could, I made the journey to the handcuff key, stopping every now and then to attempt to calm myself. Sometimes I succeeded in calming myself, other times I failed and had to sit there, bucking and writhing while I endured another orgasm, biting the gag hard. It had started off as fun, but now I wanted out. It hurt, it was uncomfortable, and I was exhausted. I dropped rather unceremoniously to the floor again, aiming my landing so my fingers would be able to find the key. My nipples were screaming with agony at the vicious grip of the clamps and the vibrator deep inside me was buzzing like crazy - both of these served to distract me continuously from the task of finding the key, and my sweaty, searching fingers failed to locate it. I cursed into the gag, frustrated, as I rolled onto my tummy, so I could look to see where the key was - not where I expected. I adjusted my position and rolled back, and this time managed to catch hold of the key between two outstretched fingers. Then it was simply a case of orienting the key and finding the lock...

I sobbed with frustration the third time I dropped the key. I gave up briefly, pulling and struggling violently at my bonds, in the hope that something, anything would come loose! Naturally, nothing did. I screwed my eyes shut, since the struggling had only served to bring me to the brink of another orgasm... I moaned like a wild animal into my gag as I came. Panting, I rolled back, picked up the keys, and tried once again to find the locks on the handcuffs, but my fingers had no co-ordination and I was nowhere near calm enough to direct them. In fact, I was beginning to panic.

And then I heard the sound of a different key, Pauline's key, in the front door. I breathed a sigh of relief, and would have smiled if I wasn't gagged.

"Laura! Playing without me?"

I nodded. I must have looked a state, bound and gagged and sweaty and sobbing from my ordeal, with the noise of the vibrator buzzing around the room.

"You poor thing," she smiled, throwing her coat to one side as she knelt next to me - she was wearing her smart work clothes (a light grey jacket with matching skirt, plus a white blouse).

I moaned into the gag as she looked over my bondage. The first thing she did was remove the clover clamps from my aching nipples - an act which caused me to scream into the gag as the blood returned, but for which I was eternally grateful. Then she noticed the outline of the control box for the vibrator on my back, and she quickly turned it off. And I closed my eyes and moaned softly with utter relief. I felt her hands behind my head as she removed my gag, and I had to work my jaw a little before I could talk.

"Thanks," I said, weakly, smiling through my exhaustion, while she untied the ropes frogtying my ankles to my thighs.

"You look like you've been through hell," she said, without looking up.

"I went through heaven on the way," I replied, remembering the intensity of those wonderful orgasms.

Pauline reached around behind me - I thought it was to unlock the handcuffs or remove my crotchrope, so you can imagine my surprise when the vibrator buzzed back into life.

"Hey!" I said, but could say no more as Pauline had pressed her lips against mine, and her tongue was already forcing its way into my mouth.

We both got to our feet, whilst her hands roamed my helpless body and the vibrator whirred deep inside me, and I could feel my excitement mounting again. And as she brought me to orgasm after wonderful orgasm, I couldn't help but think about how I'd make the bondage even more stringent next time...