Serendipity
I had made one mistake. And it was a big one. Now I had to figure out what to do about it. And no matter how much I tried to come up with varied and imaginary solutions, I ultimately realised all of them were impractical.
Aside from remaining where I was until I slowly starved to death, I could only see one solution. I needed help. Fuck.
Of course, my Friday night hadn't started so badly. In fact, it had been kind of exciting. And despite the current reality that it wasn't going to end that way, very private.
I wasn't what you would call a dater. I was a private person. I liked my own company and didn't open up to others particularly easily. But like any twenty-two year old, I did get horny.
I wasn't a virgin. I had lost that at a party. Eighteen and drunk. Not my proudest moment, and a significant reason for my reticence in relieving my urges more conventionally.
The guy who'd had the delight of giving me my first and only experience of cock had been named Xavier. A posh, pretentious prick who'd spent all night chatting me up and slowly wearing my natural defences down.
He'd fucked me in one of the bedrooms, insisting that I kneel bending over the end of the bed. Not the romantic encounter I'd envisioned. But in a worse-for-wear stupor and with the raging hormones of an eighteen-year-old, I'd done as he said.
It was only as I'd cum that I'd realised what his real game was. Head down, gasping in pleasure, and a little fearful of what was happening to me, I had been totally oblivious to the fact that he was in the process of humiliating me.
I was shaking with orgasm when the cheer had gone up. Panicked and screaming, I'd forced Xavier away and started scrabbling for my clothes. Even then I had only been partially aware that several of his friends had secretly and stealthily sneaked into the room to witness my deflowering. I only learned the full story a few days later from a sympathetic friend.
To make matters even worse, Xavier had made a big show of the small amount of blood on his cock, proving to his audience that he had indeed taken my virginity. Needless to say, I never saw Xavier again.
After that, I hadn't trusted anyone. But it hadn't cured my horniness. That, I'd gone back to satisfying how I had since puberty. Lots of porn and self pleasure. It was safe.
It's a well known fact that watching porn desensitises a person. Men suffer from impotence with a real partner after becoming obsessed with porn. The effect on girls is less well known, but it's there. Porn becomes an escape. An unrealistic image of what sex should be. An easy way to get off. It replaces real-life intimacy.
Given my one traumatic experience, I was happy to let porn replace relationships. The downside however, is that with online porn, a bigger and bigger kick is always needed.
And it was that need that slowly led me into my current predicament. Where masturbation while watching two people have sex had been enough when I was eighteen, now I sought out more extreme engagements. I played harder, creating fantasies using props bought from online sex shops.
So here I was, dressed in nothing more than hold up stockings and a basque which squeezed my waist and acted as shelf for my tits. I was as good as naked. But that wasn't the worst part.
In my need for an ever bigger kick, I'd inserted a butt plug that try as I might, wouldn't pop out. And I could hardly remove it as my hands were cuffed firmly across the small of my back. A tight leather band that crossed my wrists and held them firmly. It restricted my reach. The plug resolutely remained just out of reach.
The cuff had been my big mistake. Sure, it'd been fun bouncing on my suction dildo with my hands secured while in my head I imagined being used by some faceless man. A sexual plaything rather like Xavier had treated me.
I suppose that was how I viewed sex thanks to him. A thing to be done to me rather than one I participated in mutually. I had zero intention of ever being put in that position again, but I couldn't escape the need for the orgasm it delivered.
It'd been a good session. Energetic, hot, and sweaty. I'd made myself cum several times while watching a looped video of a blonde girl just like me being tied and subjected to all manner of degradation. For her, it was public humiliation at a posh dinner party. Stripped naked and passed around while her hands were tied similarly to me. It was the kind of thing I'd hate to participate in. It was even worse than Xavier's less extreme version. But as a fantasy, it was an incredibly arousing experience I could relate to.
It played to my insecurities and drew its energy from my experience. That sense of threat and danger made my orgasms so intense, they took my breath away.
But after, as I sat in the mess of my own sweat and cum, gasping deep breaths, I'd realised that in my hurry to use the new cuff, I hadn't worked out the logistics of reaching the lock with my fingers. It'd been easy to clip into place. I'd done that by positioning it and pressing down on the table. But what I hadn't considered was that it wouldn't release without a key.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
Two hours I had tried. Much of the time spent near to tears as I'd realised I'd delivered myself into bondage for real. Now I was looking at my only remaining option. Accepting an embarrassment far worse than the one Xavier had delivered and going for help from strangers.
My only other choice was to curl up on my floor and wait for a welcome death. A surprisingly attractive idea given the horror of presenting myself like this to a neighbour as I begged for help.
Even in death, I wouldn't escape the shame. I'd be found eventually and my name would be headline news. I'd be like one of those weird people found self-tied and asphyxiated in a wardrobe, with an orange in their mouth. A final embarrassment to myself and my parents.
"Jesus fuck."
I got to my feet and resigned myself to the fact that there was no other way. Luckily, I hadn't locked my door. It was just a case of using my bum to flick the handle down while catching the door with my fingers. I darted back from sight as it swung wide.
Several deep breaths and I looked outside. It was late evening and the sun had just set. A dwindling half light, but not yet actual darkness. Certainly, it wasn't sufficient to hide me if anyone looked. And in my mind, everyone was looking. I scanned around, convinced every shadow hid watching eyes.
The small complex of rented bungalows was spread out, around a green. Haphazardly placed buildings, emulating a traditional village according to the residential company brochure. The future of living for the young executive. It wasn't an overly large development, consisting of thirty small bungalow apartments set in a manicured lawn with occasional touches of landscaping. But as I prepared to venture out into it, it might as well have been a city.
It was a short dash to the next little bungalow. A marathon to me, dressed and bound like a slut in a porn movie. It was a run that would expose me to the road. I looked at the trees wondering just how much cover they offered. Not a lot.
Then there were the other homes. Windows people could look out of. My neighbours. It was bad enough that I was planning to expose myself to one. The idea that they would all see me like this was worse than reliving the experience of Xavier's friends cheering my cherry being popped.
"Jesus Christ. I hate my life."
I chose number twelve. One. Because there was a light on. Two because I knew its occupant a little. A young technically minded type called Stephen. He worked for an engineering company. That's mainly all I remembered about him. That and that he made my knees weaken when I did speak to him. I was certain he'd help me. To be fair, I didn't think anyone would turn me away. But there was still the question of embarrassment. Whatever happened in the next few minutes, I would be packing when I got home. I'd be moving far, far away as quickly as possible. Fuck my job. I was moving somewhere no one would recognise me. But first, I had to get my hands freed.
I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and ran as fast as I could. Not so easy with my hands behind my back and a butt plug pressing into my arse. I felt unbalanced.
As if I wasn't already wanting the ground to swallow me up, the cool night air teased my sex and made my nipples hard as I made the charge across the communal green.
"Fuck."
I saw the Ring camera doorbell, recording me clearly for posterity. I was material for his wank bank now, regardless of what happened. For a moment I stared at it imagining all sorts of horrors. What if the footage was posted online? Then came the realisation that the longer I stood there, the longer the video clip.
"Fucking hell."
I pressed the bell with my nose and looked back at the road.
"Shit."
It just had to happen, didn't it. A couple walking their dog. Don't look. Don't look. Please don't look. Could I make it back to my home? No. I'd only attract attention if I ran.
"Open the fucking door." I snapped turning back sharply.
The door was opening. Stephen stood casually, just looking at me. I froze.
"Sarah. How nice to see you. Is it double glazing? Or Avon?" He asked without even a glimmer of a smile. What the fuck was he talking about?
"What?"
"Well you see, I rent, so I don't want to buy new windows. And I don't use Avon products.
Or are you from Mystery Hot Dates Incorporated? Only I ordered the brunette."
I stared open-mouthed. Then the tiniest crack of a smile breaking on his lips snapped me out of my hypnosis.
"Let me in, please. I need your help."
Stephen stood away from the door and I ran inside. One pair of eyes on me was better than the whole fucking neighbourhood.
"Okay. Blondes work for me. But I'll be wanting a discount."
I wasn't listening. I only had one thing on my mind and I wanted it sorted as fast as possible. I stood with my back to him and wriggled my arms.
"I can't get these cuffs off." I blurted out.
"You look good in them. The black leather goes nicely with the ruby decoration further down."
Suddenly I was overly conscious of that butt plug. My bum jumped and spun to face him.
