The word resonated in her head for a few minutes. Family packed off on their trip, she had come home to an empty, soundless home. She sat for a moment, just letting the stillness pervade her spirit.
It was so rare to have the entire house to herself. She knew exactly how she would spend it. She made her way upstairs to her room. She and her husband had taken to sleeping apart since the kids had come along. It made their sex life go from little to none, but really it’d been none for so long before her move that she was okay. She had her toys, and control over her own body, her own sexual awareness. She knew just how to pleasure herself.
She undressed slowly, hanging each item up on the rack, until she was nude. Her tits rose and fell, the nipples budding up under the breeze thrown into the room by the window fan.
Today was the day. She was going to try some real bondage. She’d fantasized about it enough, now it was time for the real deal. Just thinking about it made her cunt begin to leak. She opened the faux book and removed the handcuffs and key. These weren’t cheap Halloween cuffs…no these were from the online store that sold the heavy stuff. She felt the weight of them against her palm. A nervous shiver ran through her, and her nipples hardened further with her arousal.
Long ago she’d fastened large eye-bolts to the wall by each side of her bed. The “eye” was large enough to fasten one cuff through. She did this, then checked the key to make certain it would open. It worked fine. She refastened the cuff to the bolt. Today she would only fasten one wrist. Later, she might try cuffing her wrists together in front while she fucked herself with her big vibe, but for now, she wanted to get that “chained slave” feel, but still having one hand loose.
She took out her vibe, her dildo, her lube, and lay everything out in arms reach, and her cell phone. Her husband was planning to call tomorrow, but she was never certain if he’d call earlier. She smiled thinking of that conversation…
“honey, I tried to call you but there was no answer”
“well, sweetie you see, i handcuffed myself to the wall in my room and couldn’t get to the phone…”
Oh yeah, wouldn’t that go over like a lead balloon?
She lay back and began to spin a fantasy. She’d been kidnapped by a sex crazed lawyer. He wanted her to cum and cum and she tried so hard to not be aroused by him…wait!
She dug in the box on her nightstand, and found her nipple clamps. Okay they were clothespins, but she’d spent her budget on the cuffs…
Ready again, she mouthed “no pleasure without pain, slut” and was immediately immersed in the nasty world of the darkly sexy lawyer and his evil plot to take her, take her sex juices, and create an exlir to control mankind….
OMG! Wait! She forgot! Laughing at herself, she slipped her left hand into the cuff and fastened it with a click. Carefully she placed the key under her pillow. Her heat had cooled, and the near-orgasm stop only increased her need to cum. Her fantasy changed; now she was aboard a pirate ship, and the captain was using her, using her, and if she didn’t please him with all her holes, he would turn her over to the crew.
He fucked her harder and harder. She pulled desperately on her cuff to try to free herself. Thrashing her head, she felt her orgasm coming, proof that he would control her body, would control her. Her pillow slid away off the side of the bed as her heels hit the mattress, thighs clenched tightly together as she screamed out her pleasure….and collapsed, spent.
She must have dozed. That was the most awesome, wicked orgasm she had ever given herself. Her tits throbbed, and she slowly, carefully removed first one clip, then the other. Oh My FUCKING GAWD!! she crooned. She rubbed one nipple then the other. She hurt, she’d never fallen asleep with the fucking things on before and now..oh, owies.
Her arm was getting sore, and she reached for the key to release her wrist.
Her pillow was on the floor on the right side of her bed. The key should be here. Where the fuck was it? She sat up as much as she could, and felt around the sheets. In the dim light, it was impossible to see clearly but the light switch was out of reach.
She thought she saw a glint, right there on the edge…but as she reached for it, the sheet pulled, and it fell. She watched it catch the last dying rays of light as it tumbled in slow motion, and even as she watched, it bounced twice and slipped under the nightstand.
No. Fucking. Way.
Her breath froze. Her hands shook. Her heartbeat tripled.
Wasn’t this a Steven King novel?