Des closed the car door behind her with an easy swing of her hip, waving to assorted neighbors scattered around the cul-de-sac: Wynn from two houses over, Michael from the far end, and the young man who had just moved into the house directly opposite from Des. She didn't know his name yet, but he waved back as friendly as anyone else.
Neighborly duties satisfied, Des locked her car behind her and fumbled a little awkwardly for her house key. She didn't notice the package immediately-- not until she had the door pushed partway open-- but once she did, the sight of the small box turned her evening around. She scooped it hurriedly from her doorstep and slid inside, pulling the door closed behind her.
She'd only ordered the one thing. Her heart sped up a little at the thought of it, and she hurriedly slit open the cardboard backside with pair of scissors she'd left on her coffee table. Inside sat a bright pink vibrator, longer and thicker than any of the others she owned, flared just slightly at the tip. The sight of it made Des feel hot all over. She could feel her cheeks burning as she pressed experimentally on the button at the vibrator's base.
She'd been sure she'd need to charge it first, but unexpectedly the button lit up brightly in a matching shade of pink, and the vibrator began to hum in Des's hands. She clicked the button a few more times, cycling through three different intensities and a pulsing pattern before holding down on the base again to turn it off.
Well, no time to waste.
On an impulse, Des grabbed a roll of duct tape from her junk drawer before climbing the stairs up to her bedroom, heart truly pounding inside her as she went.
First things first: her blinds were open, as they had been when she'd rolled out of bed that morning. She pulled them partially closed, enough that the angle of the slats would block anyone looking up from street-level. For a moment she stood in the window in familiar self-debate. She really should close them all the way, just in case anyone on the other side of the cul-de-sac looked through their own, identical bedroom window, but that seemed unlikely, and as far as she could tell, all her neighbors had their own blinds shut.
She was probably safe, and even if she wasn't... the idea of watchers did thrill her a bit, safe inside her own home. What could they do about it, even if they did see?
Satisfied, she left the blinds cracked open and swept the layer of blankets off the top of her unmade bed. Next she pulled a small safe from underneath it and toggled the combination into place. Once she had the safe open, she set it and her phone on her nightstand, so that both would be in easy reach, and stripped down to her underwear.
Okay, now rope-- Des pulled several pre-cut lengths of it from the open safe. She knotted two of them to the bottom corners of her bed frame and then bound her own ankles, one to each corner. After a brief test, she decided the right side wasn't tight enough, and rebound it so that the loops of rope bit pleasantly into her skin.
Yes, perfect. Once Des lay flat on the bed, her legs were stretched just shy of uncomfortably, pulled to the corners by knots that would realistically come undone in seconds, when she decided to untie herself, but felt brutally secure in the meantime.
She let herself rest like that for a moment, panting a little from the sensation of the ropes alone. An exploratory thrust of her hips made her moan lightly, head tipped back against her fitted sheet.
Well, that couldn't be allowed. Des fumbled inside her safe until she located by touch the bandana that she kept there. Usually she would fold it into a long strip, knot it, and gag herself tightly with the knot. This time, however, she had something else in mind. She folded the entire piece of cloth as compactly as she could, worked it into her own mouth, and fixed it in place with two strips of duct tape, arranged in an X across her lips.
When she did moan again, the sound came out muffled, barely audible. Des pulled experimentally at her bindings, arched her back, and screamed ineffectively around the fabric in her mouth, as if she really were trapped and desperate for help. The sound came out far too quietly for anyone outside the house to hear.
Yes, that was good. Des gave herself another moment to think-- what else could she do? Was there anything else she'd been meaning to try, to make the experience more intense? After a brief hesitation, she knotted a third length of rope around her own neck, careful not to pull it too tight. She'd always liked the idea of nooses, but she didn't have anyone to help her out if things went wrong. It wouldn't be safe to anchor the other end of the rope to the top of her bed, as tempting as the image was.
Even the light pressure across her throat was enough to make her shaky in the best possible way. Now suitably set up, Des grabbed the new vibrator from her side and clicked it on again, at a middling intensity. She reached into the fabric of her panties and slid the buzzing length of the vibrator inside herself, groaning wordlessly at the sensation.
God. God, it felt good-- delightfully thick but, after the drawn-out preparation, painless to maneuver. Des folded her arms beneath her, careful not to snag the end of noose, and yelled again in the same muffled, ineffectual way, imagining that her pinned wrists had been bound behind her by a stranger's rough hands. She struggled against the rope pulling her ankles to the bottom of the bed, hips jerking involuntarily at the vibrations and the fantasy.
Oh god. Within minutes Des was dangerously close to climax. Any stimulation at all to her clit would have been enough, but after all the anticipation, she wasn't quite willing to unfold her arms and make it happen. Instead she continued to squirm against her bindings, so caught up in pretending that she barely noticed, the next time her face fell in the direction of the window, that the house directly across from her had its blinds open now, when they had not been open before.
The thought took a moment to sink in. She had told herself that if she was visible, it would only be to a few houses across the cul-de-sac, if someone happened to look through. Even if someone did see, she was locked inside her own home.
