I decided to try out some new toys tonight. I lit a candle, put on one of my favourite lingerie sets, and excitedly examined the lengths of rope I'd just bought.
I've never tied myself up with rope before, but I figured how hard could it be.
I started by tying my ankles to the bed posts. I made sure they were extra secure, as I know I thrash my legs when I become overstimulated. I tested out the binds, relishing in the rough pull against my skin.
Next, I grabbed the wand I had left by the bed. I pushed it up against my clit and binded it to my thigh, making sure I couldn't move it away if I wanted to. The promise of the incoming vibrations was enough to have my pussy aching and my hips started moving involuntarily.
My brain slightly foggy from the pressure on my clit, I decided I could tie my arms up as well, as long as I was careful to leave myself the room to get out.
I made a loop in both sides of the leftover ropes and attached one side of each to the bedposts. I then flicked the wand onto the second setting, reveling in the vibrations against my pulsing clit. Slipping my wrists in the loops on the bedpost, I laid back and enjoyed the sensations of pleasure throughout my body.
I could feel myself building quickly. I'd been edging for the last week, so any stimulation was enough to have me panting and humping the wand. The rough lace of my panties being rubbed into my pussy just made my orgasm approach faster and faster.
As I came, my thighs shook with pleasure. After being denied so long, my orgasm hit me with such strength that I let out a guttural moan, making me extra glad that no-one else was home.
My first orgasm led easily and quickly into another, making my pussy pulse around nothing, wishing it had a cock to grip on to. This orgasm was stronger than the first, forcing several swear words from my parted lips. I pulled at the ropes, the intense pleasure overcoming my body. I felt like I was floating, the only thing grounding me was the rope and vibrations against my clit.
The continuous stimulation felt overwhelmingly pleasurable. I couldn't stop myself from chasing just one more orgasm. Although my body was writhing around and trying to protect my poor clit, I knew just one more orgasm and I would finally be satisfied.
The rope was digging into my skin, adding to the overwhelming pleasure. Wait, why could I feel the rope so tightly against my wrists?
What I didn't realise was that as I was pulling at the ropes, they must have been slowly tightening because suddenly there was no give and I had no idea how to get out.
I was suddenly overwhelmed with panic. My orgasm was almost forgotten with the struggle to break free. Almost. Without being able to stop the vibrations, my orgasm shot through me like electricity, pain accompanying the pleasure.
By the fourth or fifth orgasm, there was little pleasure to be found. I only knew one thing, I needed to get this vibrator off my pussy before I started crying. I thrashed my limbs as much as physically possible with the tight ropes holding me in place. I spread my thighs as wide as I could, trying to give my poor cunt a break, but nothing worked.
So here I am, tied to my bed, unable to break free, and having my clit relentlessly pummelled. The overstimulation seems never-ending, and as of right now, it is because I have no idea how I'm going to get myself out of this.
My roommate is home from work in a few hours. Maybe he will be able to help me out but I'm not sure I can face the shame of having him see me like this. There must be a way out without having my roommate find me completely fucked out like the stupid slut I am.
I wouldn't be able to hide it even it if wanted to. The walls in this place are thin and my screaming and sobbing won't keep me hidden for long.