Self Bondage And Forced Orgasms
Self bondage is too dangerous for my taste, and I wouldn’t want any woman I cared about playing with it. But as fantasy, it works for a lot of ladies, and the forced orgasms in this story (obviously fiction, if she can reach and work a dropped handcuff key but not her vibrator) are a nice hot twist:
I had this fantasy about being tied up and being forced to have an orgasm. On a hot summer day I was horny enough to make this fantasy real. I had some experience with self bondage before, so I knew what I was doing. I lay down naked on my bed, only wearing a tight slip. Using some rope I tied my feet spread apart to each corner of my bed. To prevent further movement I used another rope that I had prepared under the bed before. I tied one end to my left knee, the rope went through one time under the bed and on the other side I tied it to my other knee. I made it tight enough that I couldn’t move my legs at all. Especially after tying my hands to the upper side of the bed, movement was impossible.
The art of self bondage is to find a timer, which releases you after a certain amount of time. I use handcuffs with a key for this purpose. Before the bondage session the key gets frozen in an icecube and hung from the ceiling over the bed. The only way to get free is to wait until the ice cube melts and the key is dropped. Depending on the size of the icecube this varies in time. I used a real huge one, estimated bondage time 2 hours.
There I was, bound spreadeagled to the bed, impossible to move my legs or hip an inch. The icecube was already in place, staring down at me. To fulfill my fantasy, I prepared a mechanism to force myself into having orgasms. First I applied a certain amount of intensifying gel on my clit. This helped me having intense orgasms before. I activated my Lily, a quite effective vibrating device, and secured it under my slip. Since I wore a real tight one, the vibrator was held there securely and sent waves of pleasure though my body. The first orgasm would only be away a few minutes, that was for sure.
Quickly I secured my hands an the top of the bed with the handcuffs. That moment I realized how effective my bondage setup was. There was absolutly no way to escape, before the icecube melted fully. Excellent, I thought, while moaning in pleasure.
The cream was doing what it was supposed to do, I was dripping wet and regretted I had forgotten placing a towel beneath me. Too late for this, but who cares. The vibrations took me higher and higher, while I laid there helpless, unable to move. Then the first orgasm struck me like thunder. A real mindblowing one, the Lily found the right spot. I pulled on the ropes when the orgasmic spasms came, but they didn’t move an inch. Knowing I can get quite loud when coming, I closed all the windows before I started. Good choice, because I couldn’t hold back and moaned my sweet pleasure out aloud.
After the first waves passed by, I realized my mistake. My clit became real sensitive and the vibrations were more painful than pleasureable. Without any movement possible I could neither stop the device nor get it away from my clit. My moans turned from pleasure into frustration. The icecube was designed for 2 hours, maybe a little more. I fetched it from the fridge 20 minutes ago. So I had to endure this for quite some time.
Despite the pain my body reacted to the vibrations again. I could feel another orgasm approaching. This was my fantasy, being forced to have orgasms. Great, that wasn’t what I had in mind in the beginning. Stopping the orgasm from approaching was impossible, although I knew it would make my clit even more sensitive. I screamed all the pain and pleasure out aloud when the second orgasm hit my body. And this was not the end, of course. After each orgasm my sensitivity increased and the pain became stronger and stronger. This was real torture. If only I could get away from the vibrator for a second, but that was not possible. I lost count of my orgasms at number 17, but until the cube melted I had about 30 orgasms.
Once I had the key in my hands and freed myself I turned off the vibration and took a look at my clit. It was screaming red and swollen. Now I know, that a clit is not build for 2 hour nonstop vibration at full speed. I should have known better before.
