Chapter 2: A Lonely Girl

Chapter 2: A Lonely Girl

Those clips hurt. Not screaming type hurt, but a make you moan and groan type hurt. It felt as if someone were squeezing them between their fingers. Only, unlike a real person, they would never grow tired and let go. The initial pain would change into a dull ache after a while, but that would not go away until the clamps were taken off. And, of course, I could not do that tied as I was. And I knew, again from past experiences, that I could not shake them off no matter how hard I tried. Besides, tied as I was, I could not shake my breasts.

Okay, so John said goodbye and left me alone. A storm had passed through as he was tying me, accompanied by thunder and flash of white light illuminating the room. The thunder moved on but the heavy rain continued. As time passed, the rain lightened up and I could hear a wind shaking the window panes.

Those were the only sounds I heard. The house I inherited from my parents was huge and I was the only person living there. It sat on a huge lot surrounded by a forest of pines and other trees. Very few cars drove by on the street because houses were so few out there in the suburbs. Even if I had not been gagged, my screams would be heard by no one.

I didn’t bother to try screaming. Instead, I amused myself by trying to work my way free of the ropes. If you were paying attention when I described how I was bound, you know that there was no way in hell I was going to escape. Still, I tried my hardest. I searched around with my fingers but could find no knots to work at. They were always tied well away from my fingers. John was very good at this.

I strained and pulled against the ropes as hard as I could. In the end, I had only succeeded in exhausting myself. I knew I would try again a few times during the hours that followed, but also knew that I would again fail. The idea was not really to escape. It was to induce a strong feeling of helplessness in me. Fighting ropes helped intensifying the feeling. Being alone while helpless added too. It was frightening to think about all the terrible things that could happen to prevent your being freed. Accidents, illness, all kinds of things might prevent John from returning. By asking for this, I might have condemned myself to a highly unpleasant death.

You can probably understand that I was feeling Helpless with a capital H. At times the fear almost caused me to panic. I fought it off as best I could, but it was always present, ready to turn me into a raving lunatic.

And you know what? I like it! When I’m feeling intense helplessness, I’m also feeling more fully alive than any other time. I think it’s sort of like people who do dangerous things just for the thrill. Like mountain climbing. Or cave exploring. No way would you ever get me crawling through tiny holes deep in the earth or clinging by my fingertips over a thousand foot drop.

Even though I was on the edge of panicking, and really cursed myself for doing such stupid things, I would be ready to do it again the next day.

Part of that was because helplessness turns me on something fierce. I get incredibly horny when tied up. If I were not gagged, I would have been begging someone to at least touch me. Or screw me until my brains ooze out of my ears. I get a burning need down between my legs. My body demands satisfaction. But you know what? I can’t get it! I’m tied and totally unable to touch myself where it would do some good. You can’t believe the frustration that builds up until you want to scream.

And, of course, intense frustration just makes me feel more helpless. A wonderful, vicious circle.

Now you get an idea what I was going through that night. Alternating between panic, intense sexual desire, and promising myself never again, I passed the six hours and served my sentence.

As he always did, John came back on time, teased me a bit, then went to untie me. The gag was the first thing to go, and as soon as I could, I was demanding that he get the big vibrator and shove it where it will do the most good. When he told me that this was punishment and giving me pleasure was not allowed, I yelled at him that I had served the full punishment time and it was officially over.

Being, as I said, a gentleman, he obliged me and shoved the vibrating ball down between my thighs. With his usual accuracy, he placed it just on the right spot. It was not long before I was trembling all over, moaning a lot, and my mind disappeared in a fiery blast of pure ecstasy. Damn, but I like orgasms.

As a further act of kindness, he left the vibrator in place and I had the further enjoyment of several more orgasms immediately following the first. When he finally took it away and began to work at the knots, I was one exhausted but oh-so happy girl.