Before I entered the room, I made sure to leave a note taped to the door.
“Happy 18th Birthday, Nathan. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to celebrate yesterday, but I hope this present I left in your room makes up for it. You can do whatever you want with it for as long as you want.
-Sincerely with Love, Your big Sister Karen”
I feel like that would’ve been a good introduction without spoiling the surprise, as I entered the room. I brought with me two ropes, a ball gag, a blindfold, a pair of handcuffs and a padlock. As for my outfit, I kept it nice and skimpy, a pair of red panties, a red sports bra with a front zipper, and a black velvet vest. Don’t get it wrong, I wasn’t about to leave myself as the “Present” for that perverted leprechaun, it was just a little something to fanthasize about while I vibed. The bed had its left side facing the door, and above it, there was a sturdy hook screwed into the wall. I went to the right side of the bed and faced it, thus also facing the door, as I tied my ankles to the legs of the bed, forcing my legs to spread, I then locked the handcuffs to the hook in the ceiling and put the key ring, in which I had the key to my handcuffs, around my finger. It was just the perfect size for me to put it on and take it off, without falling off on its own. I stood there for a while, stroking myself off as I fondled my own figure, from my perfectly sculpted ass, rock hard as I flexed it, to my strong, defined yet-smooth-as-a-baby abs. My medium sized, perky breasts felt amazing through my stripper-inspired outfit. I got so caught up in my own pleasure, I almost came right there and then. But I woke up just in time to stop myself as I teetered on the edge. I put on the blindfold and the gag, and my body felt all warm and fuzzy from the arousal as I finally cuffed my hands together.
Standing over the bed like a sexy slab of meat, I disappeared into my fantasies as I moaned and struggled against my bonds, testing them to see just how helpless I could make myself feel. The cool breeze from the window gave me goosebumps as it teased me with sensations, the tight bondage further intensified my fantasies as I couldn’t take my mind off of it. I felt my heart racing as I got more and more lost in the fantasy, even whimpering and scaring myself by overthinking every tiny sound that could be heard around the house, tricking myself into thinking someone was coming. It was a deliciously terrifying experience, and my crotch tingled, desperate for stimulation.
I froze, as I heard a sound. A car. It was pulling up in the driveway, and I recognise that distinct engine humming anywhere. Nathan was home…
Like a punch, all my pleasurable spook was replaced with dread. Every memory of catching him staring filled my head as I began stressing with the key. In the heat of the moment, despite my best efforts, the unthinkable happened. I DROPPED THE KEY STRAIGHT INTO THE FRONT OF MY PANTIES!!!
My heart dropped as I listened closely, hearing footsteps coming up the stairs. My adrenaline peaked as I scoured the room in my mind, despite deliberately missing as much as my surroundings when I started this dumpster fire of a self bondage session to amplify my fantasy because “i DeFiNeTlY wOn’T lOsE tHe KeY”
I stopped as I heard the door open. A painful silence fell over the room as I hoped to God that this was somehow all in my head, that I somehow had become so lost in my fantasy that my mind had transcended logic and reality as a whole. Please be a fabric of my imagination, Nathan. I beg of you.
Nathan: “Hello, Present”
Shit…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hqk264/happy_birthday_f_self_bondage_rape_fantasy
Part two now!