Chapter Five

I often spent Friday afternoons window shopping, but today I raced home and hopped in the shower to make sure my legs were shaved to a silky smooth finish. The anticipation of what was to come had me so horny. I thought briefly of not tying myself up, but just having an old fashioned roll in the hay with Gary, but because I loved being tied up and Gary not only seemed to enjoy me being bound and gagged, but past experience showed he was rather lacking in the skills department when it came to rendering a woman helpless, I decided to go for it. Our sex life had gotten a charge resulting from my forced submissiveness, so why ruin a good thing?

I decided to forgo the self timer as I started to wind a thick cotton rope around my ankles. Perhaps I was playing with fire if he forgot to untie me, but it was just so much more arousing having him in total control of me; it's what I've craved for so long.

After wrapping the rope several times around my ankles, I brought it through the center to cinch it, then checked to make sure it was nice and tight and that my ankles were firmly lashed together.

Then I knelt on the bed before donning my wrist cuffs, although I didn't yet tether them together. I inserted an inflatable balloon gag, which I pumped up to the point of extreme discomfort, then donned a leather hood that left me fairly deprived of all my senses.

I fumbled around in my dark and quiet world as I pushed my face into the bed, tucked my arms under my body, cuffed my wrists to my ankle rope under my torso, and rendered myself helpless in a sort of doggy style position, with my head smushed into the bed, my arms tucked under me, and my ass in the air, offered up for Gary to do with as he pleased.

This made me slightly nervous after the smacking around he did yesterday, but it also excited me; I thought it might be fun to explore this new avenue of sexual deviation. I was slightly nervous about leaving my ass exposed with no butt plug, lest he get the wrong idea, but I had left out an assortment of shapes and sizes so he could pick what he wanted for me. I just hoped he saw the lubrication beside it and knew to use it. I also hoped he wouldn't take other liberties with my exposed anus, but our relationship had never gone down that path, and if I was honest with myself, I wouldn’t be entirely opposed to anal sex. Hell, I’d probably be a champion at it with how much my ass had been stretched and battered over the last several months. Still, I imagined I liked the feel of something wedged in my ass more than something moving in and out of it.

I waited rather uncomfortably in anticipation, and it soon became apparent that I should have turned the ceiling fan on before tying myself up. My body was naked save the bonds, but my head was encased in a tight leather hood and it was quickly making me sweaty and uncomfortable.

The minutes dragged on, and yet, I felt nothing. How much time had passed? I had no idea. Having my eyes covered and my ears plugged robbed me of my perception of time, but he should have been here by now.

I waited and waited and still he did not come. Time seemed to stand still as I lay there, my shoulders aching from carrying the weight of my body. My head was in a sauna and I found it increasingly harder to breath the hotter I got. I pondered what to do. Wait here until Gary got home? That seemed like the only option, considering my omission of the self-releasing lock. I cursed myself for giving him full rein of my situation. How had that seemed like such a good idea not that long ago?

I began to really wish I had opted for a vibrator, at least I would have something to take my mind off of my discomfort. Damn it, Gary! Where the hell are you? He didn't give me any indication one way or the other, but with him not showing up last night, I took that as a good sign for this afternoon.

As I was wallowing in self pity at my stupidity, another uncomfortable sensation began to take hold. I had been trying to ignore it for a while, but it's hard to ignore a full bladder that is relentlessly vying for your attention.

As the urge to use the bathroom became stronger and stronger, I realized that I would be hard pressed to wait until Gary got home, especially since he was often not home until seven o'clock. For all I knew, it was six thirty, but then again, it could very well only be three o'clock. How long had I been like this, ass up and utterly helpless?

I couldn't stand it any longer, and thankfully, my hands were close to my feet, which were tied with rope and not locks. I fumbled with the knots, knowing it was most likely futile but needing to do something to take my mind off of my growing agony.

As I tried and tried, I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation. I worked hard to perfect the art of good, strong bondage, but I never anticipated it biting me in the bare ass like this. I wistfully wished I wasn't so good at this, and mused that I would probably make a good Dominatrix if I didn't like being on the receiving end so much.

My fingers were sore and getting raw from the constant fumbling with the tightly bound ropes that I couldn’t see, but finally, I made progress. I felt a knot loosen ever so slightly and it gave me a renewed sense of hope to keep trying. It would certainly be easier if I could see what I was doing.

Finally, after what seemed like hours – and maybe it was – I managed to undo the knot, and shortly after I found my ankles were free of their bonds. Excitedly, I got to a kneeling position, but the agony my body felt threw me off guard. I have never been in a helpless position for that long, and my joints screamed in protest as I tried to move them. I'm getting too old for this shit.

That wasn't the only thing on my body that was complaining; as the blood entered my extremities, they felt tingly and sore, but that didn't stop me from ripping my hood off and hobbling to the bathroom as quickly as I could, wrists still bound together in front of me and my mouth stretched painfully wide over the gag.

The relief of being able to pee was wonderful, even if the rest of my body didn't feel so great. I went back into the bedroom to get the keys and noticed what time it was: almost six o'clock. I was tied for close to five hours. What was I thinking?

I cleaned up, feeling restless and angry, both at myself for my stupidity and at Gary for abandoning me. I could hardly blame him – it's not like we communicated any of this – but I still felt annoyed. I subconsciously rubbed my wrist where the cuff marks were still visible, and since my jaw was in agony, I opted for some smooth creamy soup to eat.