The Hookup (f) (Self Bondage) (Impending Danger)

Recently, I’ve been feeling… let’s say “Adventurous”. Now, judge me however you want when reading the following story, but every night before going to sleep, I’ve left my front door unlocked, as well as a note on the far end wall saying “Come play with my helpless body <3”.

Then I’ve proceeded to go to bed fully Naked, hands cuffed behind my back and ankles cuffed together, while lying on top of my duvet, as well as my bedroom door wide open. At first, sleeping like this was hard because of the rush of being helplessly bound and exposed, as well as the thrill of someone possibly finding me like this, and the fact that if such a thing was to happen, there’s no way in hell I’d be able to get to the key in my livingroom before I was found.

But after a while, it became easier and easier to sleep like this. Honestly, I never really expected, or hoped, that anyone would try and sneak in to find me like this. I mean, who would? Although, because of the impending danger, as well as my… less than able bodied position, my dreams have adopted my situation to play out any possible situation it can imagine, and call me crazy, but I want that.

Granted, there are a lot of options to play out those fantasies safely, believe me, I’ve tried every one I could find, but I want something real. Real danger, real fear, real risk. I guess this hunger stems from the safety of a life such as mine. I’m a lot taller than the average lady my age and intimidatingly athletic and fit. I’ve felt confident and safe in my ability to defend myself practically my whole life. But, even just for one night, I want to fear. I want to feel my adrenaline spike as I’m faced with someone who can do whatever they want to me, and to be completely helpless to stop them. I want all my weakest spots, and delectable parts splayed out against my will for this complete stranger to play with, and hurt, to all their hearts content. Therefore, one morning, I made an anonymous profile at my local BDSM/Fetish site, and posted this:

“God Morning. I’m Sam and tonight I’ll be Naked, tied up, blindfolded, and completely helpless with and potentially blocking door unlocked. I’ll send my exact location to one person replying to this post, selected randomly, tonight. Good Luck ;-)”

This probably goes without saying, but DO NOT DO THIS!!!!

So there I was, butt-ass naked, scrolling through the 100 replies, and sweating my ass off while doing so. I had my address written up and ready to send. And once I’d picked my winner, I was over the moon. Enjoying a high that I’ve never felt before, I grew wet as I paced around my room, imagining what could happen, and despite the horrible, terrifying things I could think of, they only made me want it more. I looked over my livingroom again, just to see if everything was ready, though I could barely think with my body tingling all over like this.

I had a three-legged footstool set up in the middle of the room so I would sit on my knees, bendt over it with my soaking backside facing the entrance from which my mystery Master(Or Mistress?) Was going to come in, the handcuffs for my wrists we’re tied to a rope hanging from the back of the shiny new bondage collar I bought that day, to keep my hands secured to the middle of my back, I’d tied a rope to each leg of the stool, two for my knees, so I wouldn’t be able to kick, and one for my collar, so I couldn’t sit up. a pair of ankle cuffs laid on the bench(In case I would try to run away should he decide to untie me from the stool, and the keys to my cuffs were on the saloon table, safely out of reach for me, between a note on which I’d written my full name and consent to my situation, and a box of 50 condoms, better to have too many than too few, for all I know he could bring… friends… oh my god. He actually could. How many could he possibly bring? One? Five? Ten? A full-on gangbang right here in my livingroom and I would have no idea who’s part of it because if my… my blindfold!! I forgot to get that ready!! I rushed back upstairs, picked up my blindfold, sent the message, and rushed back downstairs.

Any second now. He could be here any second now. Any second, my body could be slapped, scratched, tickled and/or fucked, all completely depending on my visitors will. I couldn’t hold myself, I began to masturbate, sitting right there on the stool.

Me: “One edge. Then I get ready*

I rubbed myself slowly, caressing my defined abs and fondling my big, perky breasts. With every stroke, my pussy wanted more, I wanted myself completely hot and ready for my hook-up. I wanted it to be oozing my juices and driving me mad. I wanted… I wanted… I stopped myself, realizing i was teetering on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm.

Me: “Whew. Close one”

I cuffed my ankles together, and got into position, starting by tying my knees to the stool, the rope bit into my skin, not too much, but just enough to keep me deliciously stuck. I then tied my collar to the last leg, fully reducing myself to a fucktoy as I put on my blindfold and cuffed my hands behind my back. Just as I did, though, I realized my boobs were being crushed between my body and the stool. I tried lifting my body to relieve my chest, but my bondage proved way too secure as I couldn’t even do that. Then I realized there’s really no guarantee he’d come. What if he decides to drop it? I can’t get free on my own, that was the whole idea of leaving my keys on the saloon table. My pulse flared up as my mind darted around in the darkness, thinking of all the possible perils of my careless quest for satisfaction. Was this to be my fate? Cruelly denied, blinded and left to slowly crush my breasts to mush? Tell me it isn’t so. Please tell me…

I froze. This is it. This is the dread, the fear I’ve been searching for. My body began to tingle, now more than ever as I got off on the danger surrounding my situation. I struggled desperately against my bondage, panicking like a caged animal, and loving every second of it, until suddenly, I heard a car approaching from outside.

Someone was coming up my driveway…

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i1w3iq/the_hookup_f_self_bondage_impending_danger

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