DESPERATE

I looked at the clock on the bedroom wall - Pauline would be home in a few minutes' time, and I had such a wonderful surprise waiting for her. I closed the curtains and turned on the light - even though it wasn't particularly dark yet outside, I didn't want the neighbours seeing me prancing around the bedroom in bondage. I placed a strap-on dildo in the centre of the bed, so that she would find it and use it when she discovered me in a helpless, vulnerable state later.

I took a moment to twirl in front of the full-length mirror. I was wearing just my skimpy black sling bikini (which I felt entitled to wear, at least until Übergirl borrowed it for her next story) - it felt deliciously tight against my breasts and crotch, and nestled very pleasantly between my bare buttocks. I was tempted to just lie on the bed and ravage myself with the dildo, but I had a plan for this afternoon and I would stick to it.

I retrieved some items from the wardrobe - a pair of black fetish ballet shoes, a ring-gag harness, a pair of handcuffs and a small collection of padlocks. The shoes were new, and I knew that I needed to get used to them. I sat on the bed and pulled on the shoes - they forced me to point my toes straight down, parallel with the stiletto heels. I locked the shoes on with padlocks, so I couldn't kick them off while in my bondage. Holding onto the foot of the bed for support, I stood and looked in the mirror - I smiled, my legs looked incredibly long and very sexy. It was almost enough to distract me from the extreme discomfort of wearing the shoes. Almost. And I knew the discomfort would get worse, so I sat on the bed again to give my feet a rest.

The next part of my bondage was the ring-gag harness - I pulled the ring into my mouth and fastened the harness tight around my head, keeping it in place with padlocks. I was wearing it to give Pauline some options when using the strap-on dildo... I grabbed the handcuffs and threaded them through the back of my sling bikini. Then it was the moment of truth - I checked that the keys to the handcuffs and padlocks were on the bedside table, easily reachable if I should have a problem, and easy for Pauline to confiscate when she arrived home. I put my hands behind my back and closed the cuffs around my wrists. Helpless.

I struggled, only able to move my wrists up and down my spine, hampered as they were by the sling bikini. As I struggled my breasts wiggled very aesthetically, despite the grip of sling bikini. But enough of that - it was time to try standing and walking in my ballet shoes. I twisted on the bed, trying to find the optimum position from which to start. I eventually realised that there wasn't an optimum position, so I leaned forward, putting my centre of balance over my en-pointe toes, and pushed away from the bed. I stood up straight, but immediately lost my balance - I staggered forward, my movement only stopped by the curtains. Unfortunately, with the curtains only being a thin fabric, they did nothing to stop me. My bare flesh encountered cold window and I gasped into the gag, but at least my progress had been halted. Or, at least, I thought it had - the window opened before me and I toppled out. I bounced off the hedge at the front of the front garden and landed on the short strip of soft lawn.

I was so shocked, I didn't move for a while. That was unexpected! At least I wasn't hurt. I looked up at the open window, with the curtains billowing out of it, and cursed into my ring-gag. Pauline must have opened the window at some point and forgotten to close it properly... I'd have words with her when she got home! But, now, my first concern was hiding from neighbours. I hoped no-one had seen my dramatic plummet into the front garden. I backed myself into the hedge, scooting along on my bare bottom, and listened for concerned voices. There were none. Unfortunately, even though the hedge hid me from the road, it didn't do a good job of hiding me from my neighbours' windows. I really needed a better hiding place, but where would I go? My front door was locked, and I had no way of getting back into the house until Pauline returned. Hopefully, she would only be a few minutes, but still...

Next door had a very nice enclosed porch, which would hide me from all prying eyes. Tim, my neighbour, was also into bondage and would even understand my predicament but... well... I didn't fancy him finding out about my little accident. He had offered many times in the past to be my safe man, but on the understanding that if he found me helpless he would be free to do anything he liked. And I was sure Pauline would punish me if she came home to find me in such a situation...

My train of thought was derailed somewhat by my noticing that my sling bikini had become slightly disarrayed. It didn't normally do a brilliant job of covering my breasts, but now it wasn't even covering my nipples! I struggled with my handcuffs, but I had no way to re-cover myself - in fact, I made it worse. This realisation made me feel even more helpless, and actually rather aroused. And the realisation that I was getting aroused amused me - if I wasn't gagged, I would have smiled. I didn't think I was normally this accident-prone - this was the sort of thing that would happen to Teri Hatcher in Desperate Housewives, not bondage expert Laura aka Feline. Hmmm... Teri Hatcher in bondage... I spent a few minutes fantasising, wondering if Superman would come and rescue me...

I looked up towards the sky, hoping to see a blue and red blur speeding towards me, but I had no such luck. I noticed that the hedge was in need of a trim, and I was lucky to have missed any of the larger branches sticking out of it. And then I remembered that I had briefly considered wearing clover clamps... that could have been nasty, if they had caught on the hedge on the way down! Ouch! Especially if I couldn't get free, and was forced to stand in my garden, clearly visible to everyone, struggling in vain to remove the clamps so I could hide. Maybe I wasn't as unlucky as I first thought.

It was then that I felt the first drops of rain.

I squealed into the gag and scrambled to my feet (well, my toes). I needed to find somewhere to shelter from the rain - my own house provided no protection, but my neighbour Tim's enclosed porch suddenly looked even more inviting. I looked over the top of the hedge, scanning up and down the road for any potential witnesses - what a sight I must have been, peering over the hedge wearing a ring-gag harness! The coast was clear, so I trotted as best I could in my fetish heels into Tim's porch. Just as I got under cover, the heavens opened and the rain turned torrential. I leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. This was turning into a comedy of errors...

I jumped when I heard a loud ringing sound. I looked around, wondering what it was, feeling a little disoriented in my surprise. It was only when I saw a shadow behind the glass of Tim's front door that I realised I had leaned against his doorbell... Teri Hatcher never had it this bad. I turned to run, but where would I run to? While I was still making up my mind, the door opened behind me.

"Bloody hell!" came a voice that wasn't Tim's.

I turned to see a man I didn't recognise. He looked me up and down, and I remembered that my nipples were bare - it was too late to cover them now, even if I could. He turned, and called back into the house:

"Tim! I think the entertainment has arrived! You better come see this!"

I blushed profusely - I had nowhere to run, no way to hide myself. I had been discovered, and I would have to pay the consequences. I whimpered pathetically into my gag when I realised this, and couldn't help drooling slightly. Tim appeared at the door, and looked me up and down too.

"Hi Laura," he said, nonplussed, "this is quite a surprise. Thanks for dropping by. I have some friends over to watch the football, but you're welcome to join us. You like football, don't you?"

He didn't wait for my reply, he just grabbed my arm and pulled me into his house - in my stupidly-high heels, I could do nothing to resist. I could only stagger after him. Apart from him and the guy who opened the door, there were two other guys in the house who were sitting on the sofa watching some football commentators discuss the first half of the game. The guys cheered when I entered, and immediately made a space between them on the sofa for me to sit - Tim guided me to sit there, so I did. As I sat, my hands raised slightly behind my back, pulling the sling bikini deep between my buttocks and making me drool all the more... The sofa was very plush and comfortable, and I realised that with my hands bound and my heels highed, I wouldn't be able to stand up without assistance.

"Gentlemen," Tim announced, "meet Laura. She's the kinky neighbour I was telling you about. We have this agreement... if she ever gets stuck in bondage, I'll come to her rescue. Of course, we don't have to untie her straight away... I'm sure she wouldn't object to us having some fun first."

I groaned into my gag. An agreement was an agreement... I just had to hope that Pauline would arrive home soon, realise what had happened and come to my rescue.

"Now," Tim continued, as he rearranged my sling bikini to cover my nipples once again, "let's put these away for the moment. We don't want them distracting us from the second half of the game."

And, with that, he sat on a chair and the second half of the football match started. What torture! I've never liked football, but being forced to watch it was just cruel! Still, the guys sat either side of me were very handsome and hunky, and I didn't mind at all when they placed a hand on a thigh each and parted my legs... my only complaint was that that was all they did for the next 45 minutes... which made me feel rather left out and rather insulted. How could they possibly ignore this sexy, bound brunette in their midst? Men!

The full-time whistle blew, and not a moment too soon. I had spent the game discreetly tugging at my sling bikini, trying to get some stimulation by tightening it against my pussy, but hadn't had any luck. But as soon as the whistle blew, the guys either side of me grabbed the bikini at my breasts and pulled it open, revealing my nipples once again. I mmmmmphed into the gag in surprise, but perhaps I was more surprised at how hard my nipples were... Within moments, there was a hand playing with each breast, and all I could do was writhe on the sofa as they took advantage of my helplessness... But they stopped when Tim got to his feet and stood in front of me.

"Now, Laura, what shall we do with you? I think, at least, you should thank these gentlemen for letting you watch the football with them."

"Mmmmmph?"

"That ring-gag of yours is nice and wide... I think you should pleasure my guests orally."

"Mmmmmph?!?"

"I don't think you have much say in the matter..."

Not that I wanted any say in the matter - I was feeling so horny, I wanted to do anything that was even remotely linked to sex. I felt like I needed an orgasm so badly... I would do anything to achieve it! And all four guys in the room being really rather handsome definitely helped...

Tim helped me to my (ballet-shoed) feet and led me to kneel in the centre of the floor. His three guests formed an orderly queue, and were very busy joking and laughing to each other as the first one unzipped his trousers... I was kneeling on the floor, my hands cuffed firmly behind my back, my mouth forced open wide by my gag, my nipples exposed... there was nothing I could do to stop him grabbing my hair and forcing his hardening cock into my mouth... My first reaction was to push him away with my tongue, but when he reached down to play with my breasts my hands jerked in response, pulling the crotch of my sling bikini tight against my soaking pussy... I let my tongue play with his cock as he thrusted... it all became too much for him and he came, hard, in my mouth. Before I had a chance to recover, the next guy was standing in front of me - he was hard already, and his cock seemed to fill my mouth on the first thrust! He grabbed my hair in his fists (but not too painfully) and thrust into my open mouth while I lapped at him with my tongue - there wasn't anything else I could do, except moan and drool between thrusts. He took longer to cum but, when he finally did, it seemed to go on forever and I was swallowing mouthful after mouthful... until he stepped aside and the third guest presented himself. He copied the others, gripping my head and thrusting his hard cock into my mouth, as deep as he could... I groaned as he thrust, and it didn't take long for his cock to begin throbbing... he pulled out at the last minute, and covered my face and breasts in his cum... I licked it up as best I could, but there was lots I couldn't reach. And then Tim stood before me, grinning evilly.

It was then that the doorbell rang.

"Damn!" he said, re-fastening his trousers.

He went to the door and answered it. I heard a familiar voice speaking to him.

"I believe you have something of mine..." Pauline said, marching into the house, wearing a long overcoat. She saw me kneeling on the floor, covered in cum - she raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I see you've put her to good use. Sorry I'm late, Laura, but I see you've found a way to keep yourself amused in my absence. Is it my turn to play with her?"

"Sure," Tim smiled.

Pauline nodded, and let the coat slide from her shoulders and pool on the floor at her feet. She was wearing nothing more than a leather body harness, elbow-length gloves and thigh-high stiletto-heeled boots, with fishnet stockings underneath, and the strap-on I had laid out on the bed for her earlier... it looked very large and erect... and lubricated... She handed a handcuff key to Tim, along with a pair of clover clamps.

"Prepare her for me," she ordered, "release her hands and remove her bikini, then refasten her hands above her head to the light fitting. Then clamp her nipples."

The four guys did as she asked, quickly and efficiently and without question - even though I was momentarily free from my bonds, I could do nothing to stop them putting me back in the handcuffs... only now I had my hands firmly cuffed above my head, attached to the light fitting in the centre of the ceiling, and I was completely naked. Tim approached me with an evil leer on his face, and quickly attached the clamps to my hard nipples, causing me to gasp and struggle in my bonds... Pauline took up position behind me, and put her hands on my hips. All I could do was drool into the ring-gag.

Pauline eased the strap-on dildo into my soaking-wet pussy - it slid in easily, and deeply, and I gasped as she immediately began to thrust... deep... inside me. I squirmed, as far as my bonds would allow, but she kept her grip on me and thrust harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper... I writhed as she impaled me, as she rode me, staggering on my fetish ballet shoes as she thrust... and I saw the men, all sitting around us in a circle, watching, fascinated... some staring intently at the thrusting, some seemingly-hypnotised by my bouncing breasts with their cold metal chain... it was too late now for blushing, and I realised that the fast-approaching waves of orgasm meant that it was too late for anything... but... oooooohhhhhhh...

Pauline withdrew, and I slumped... exhausted... but it was Tim who moved first. He picked up my discarded bikini and quickly used it to tie Pauline's elbows together behind her back. She gasped with surprise and struggled, but he had her helpless within moments. If I hadn't been gagged, I would have smiled. He then took the clamps from my nipples (making me gasp loudly in the process) and transferred them to hers...

"Well," he grinned, "it hardly seems fair otherwise."

He used the handcuff key to free my wrists, and used the handcuffs to bind her wrists together behind her back. I picked up the discarded overcoat and donned it, suddenly wishing I hadn't padlocked on my gag and shoes. Tim handed the bound, helpless, clamped Pauline to me with a flourish.

"Laura," he said, "I didn't get the chance to play with you... but there'll always be next time... I hope you have fun with Pauline tonight. She's all yours."

And, with that, he guided Pauline and myself out of his house. I heard much chat as we left, but was too intent on rooting through the pockets of Pauline's overcoat for our front door key...