Unexpected circumstances.

Unexpected Circumstances.

Chapter 3.

For the entire journey back to my empty house my stomach churned as I rode in the passenger seat of the tow truck. I was furious about how the night had played out, but even more furious at my own selfishness which had in part led to the total debacle. The driver tried to make conversation but I wasn't in the talking mood, my mind was focused on how I'd managed to turn a prospective night of kinky sex games and wild passion into a total disaster. When we finally arrived back at my house I forced myself to be polite and thank the man who'd brought my car home.

A minute after the tow truck driver left and my car was safely parked up my driveway I was in the den again. I grabbed my cell phone and urgently jabbed a finger on the redial button. While I waited for the line to connect I checked the time on the computer, realising only then that I hadn't powered it down before leaving the house, and saw it was twelve thirty, more than two hours after I should have been at the airport to pick up the man I'd earlier in the night planned on cheating on my husband with..

When the phone finally answered, it went straight to sir's voicemail. I was once again shattered. Not only had the events of the evening and my own selfishness conspired against me to rob me of the opportunity to be with him again, now I couldn't get in contact with him. I didn't lezve a message on his voicemail, but instead opened the internet mail account that had started everything in motion earlier and decided to write him a short synopsis of what had happened and try to explain why I hadn't shown up at the airport.

When the email page opened I was surprised to see I had another email from him and my spirits buoyed a little. Anxiously I opened the email then silently urged the computer to change screens quickly.

Hello again Monica,

I waited at the airport until 11. When you didn't show up by then I took a cab home. I'm not sure if  you once again stood me up or something out of your control intervened to prevent you from meeting me as offered. I'll be up until midnight. If you get this before then feel free to call me so I'll at least know you're all right.

Sir.

As I read the email I marvelled at how this man, almost old enough to be my father, never seemed to get angry with me no matter how much I fucked him around, either intentionally or by accident. A faint smile filtered across my face at the thought of him being concerned with my welfare. I clicked on the reply button and hastily tapped out a response to his correspondence.

Dear Sir,

Thank you for caring about what happened to me. I had car trouble, a flat tyre and also a flat spare. I tried to call and let you know, then discovered I'd left my cell phone at home. I went to a motel near where my car got the flat to use their phone to call you, then discovered not only had I left my cell phone at home, but that I'd also left your number there. With no way of contacting you, and the time getting away from me, (it was almost ten o'clock by that stage) I realised I wouldn't be able to pick you up as offered.

I was honestly shattered. I'd dressed provocatively just for you. Black lace push up bra and garter belt, sheer see through black panties, stockings and those cute patent pumps you bought me all those years ago were locked onto my feet. All I had on over the top was a coat. Then the world crashed down around me.

I resigned myself to the fact that I not only wouldn't be meeting with you but also still had the dilemma of my car to solve. Fortunately, the manager of the motel called a tow truck for me so I could get the car home.

I can't apologise enough for leaving you stranded at the airport.

Monica.

Over and over again I read what I'd typed, several times warring back and forth in my mind about admitting to having been selfish and a contributor to what had happened by engaging in a second self bondage session, but thought better of it. “No point giving him a reason to punish me, or worse.” I muttered to myself as I hit the send button and sent the reply off to him. I shut the computer down and leaned back in the chair then sighed deeply. I slumped in the chair feeling sorry for myself for what seemed an eternity then finally pushed myself up to my feet again then headed upstairs to my bedroom.

I shed my coat and headed towards the walk in closet, the corner of my vision catching a side on glimpse of myself in the floor length mirror as I passed it. I stopped and looked at my reflection, then turned and looked at myself from a few different angles. “You might have been lucky enough to keep your panties on for maybe ten minutes once he'd caught sight of you.” I flattered myself before continuing into the walk in closet to remove my shoes. As I bent over to unfasten them from my ankles, and  realised they were still secured to my ankles by  their seemingly ornamental, but quite functional padlocks, I looked over towards the box I'd earlier taken down from the overhead shelf.

I opened my box of hidden treasures again and peered inside then began sifting through the contents. As I rummaged through the box in search of the key that would release my feet from their high heeled subjugation I came across another pair of handcuffs and a pair of matching leg irons separated by a chain about two feet in length. “My god!” I gasped as I held the shiny chrome objects up so the light could sparkle off them. “Andy would have a fit if he knew I still had all this stuff!” I then declared before chuckling softly.

I set both sets of steel restraints on the carpet beside me, removed the key from the leg irons and tested whether or not it would also open the handcuffs. A delighted smirk crossed my face when the handcuffs sprang open. I replaced the key in the keyhole of the leg irons then continued looking through the box for the key to the locks holding my shoes in place.

Finally I found another small padlock with a key still in it and lifted it out of the box, my eyes widening in surprise as along with it I started drawing a length of chain from the box. “Good grief!” I shrieked softly then  eventually drew all the chain out of the box. As I laid it on the floor beside me I noticed there was also two other padlocks attached to the other end of the chain. I turned the key in the padlock and smiled when the lock sprang open, then removed the key from that padlock tested it in each of the other padlocks on the other end of the chain.

Given the luck I'd already experienced earlier in the evening I was half expecting to discover the key wouldn't unlock the all the locks. I was pleasantly surprised however when it did and each lock sprang open in turn. I checked then whether that same key would open the locks securing my shoes to my feet smiled faintly as again a small piece of luck finally fell my way. I immediately removed the key to my cuffs and leg irons from where it resided in the lock on the leg irons and threaded it into the keyring with the padlock key.

I started pulling the ankle straps of my shoes clear from their respective buckles then stopped, and looked down at the assortment of shiny steel beside me on the carpet. “No reason you still can't have an evening of hard bondage, is there Alexandra?” I justified to myself as I looked at the chain curiously, my body once again starting to overrule my mind.

A wanton smirk formed on my face as yet again I started contemplating another self bondage session, this one fuelled by my frustration at the evening's events rather than my earlier desire to be Sir's bondage bitch and feel his cock pumping in and out of my defenceless pudenda.  At that moment, for some reason I peered back into the box, once again curious about what else it held.

My eyes widened in disbelief as I saw an array of half inch wide leather straps, joined together with a series of steel rings. “What the hell...?” I started to ask myself as I pulled the group of straps out of the box, discovering along the way that these straps also buckled together. When I finally had the assortment of leather straps and steel rings where I could inspect it properly I realised exactly what I was holding, a head harness with a ring gag attached. For a moment I thought about the contraption in my hands then grinned. “Why not!” I declared to myself then placed the head harness beside the other stuff I'd taken from the box.

I strapped the shoes back in place and refastened the padlocks then grabbed the leg irons and double locked them about my ankles. I rose to my feet, gathered the rest of the stuff on the floor beside me then made my way out of the walk in closet. I giggled like a schoolgirl when I spied in the mirror the image of my lingerie clad form cautiously making it's way across the carpet while the chain between my ankles restricted the length of my strides.

I stared at myself in front of the mirror for a long time, marvelling at how sexy the shiny silver steel bands looked around my black nylon clad ankles. “So, what are you gonna do now, Monica?” I asked myself, using the name I went by with Sir. For a few moments I pondered the items I'd assembled from my secret stash of bondage gear, trying to remember just why I'd have had a chain fitted with padlocks at either end. “Hmmm, maybe there's some kind of collar in the box too.” I mused softly, believing at that moment the chain was designed to secure a collar to an inanimate object and keep a slavegirl in place to be displayed,  then headed back to the walk in closet and peered inside the box again.

Not finding a collar of any description as I'd expected I would, I walked back to the end of the bed, picked up the handcuffs and locked them around my wrists in front of me, then picked up the chain and the keyring that held the keys to the padlocks threaded through the chain, then headed back downstairs to the den.

Not being the bondage afficionado that Sir was, and having really only dabbled with minimal light self bondage even all those years earlier, I quickly fired up the computer again and waited impatiently for it to come to life. When it did, I hastily typed the words self bondage into the search bar of the browser then sat back and waited for the serch engine to do its thing.

When the web page finally loaded I was stunned at how many links were offered, more than twenty million of them in fact. Eagerly I sifted through the first dozen and was quite impressed with the no nonsense matter of fact way each article I read detailed the dangers, rewards and various types of release mechanisms I could use for the session I was now planning.

One of the pictures also gave me an insight about what the chain I'd discovered upstairs was for. As I looked at the picture, my eyes glanced to the chain and I grinned wantonly. I leaned forward to check more closely just how the chain was used on the woman in the picture. A couple of minutes later, after close examination of the crotch chain in the picture I stared, I unlocked and removed my handcuffs. I then set about locking the chain I had with me around my own waist and pulling it through my crotch in identical fashion to that displayed in the picture.

As I pulled the chain up over the cleft of my ass and felt around with my gloved fingertips for the links traversing my waist, I discovered that the chain was longer than I'd anticipated. I slipped from my chair and onto my knees, threaded the chain running through my crotch under that portion of it crossing my back then searched for the chain from my leg irons with my gloved hands.

Upon clasping it, I experimented with the chain threaded through my crotch and discovered that I could lock the end of it to my leg iron chain. “How wicked!” I grinned as an idea started forming in my mind. I padlocked my handcuffs to the chain about eight inches from the end and released the chain, safe in the knowledge that when I completed the self bondage I was formulating in my mind that I'd be deliciously stimulated and tormented by the chain running through my crotch with every move I made.

I had no idea just what sort of reaction my body would have to the chain and decided to pull it as tight as I could between my legs then used one of the padlocks to temporarily hold it in place. My plan now taking shape in my mind and now armed with more knowledge than I'd had about self bondage techniques when I'd arrived home nearly an hour earlier, I rose back to my high heel shod feet.

Right at that moment I discovered that I should have waited until I was standing to fashion my crotch chain because the links I'd pulled tight between my legs while I was kneeling, instantly bit into my pantied pudenda and pared my nether lips apart. “Fuck that's tight!” I winced before my initial gasp of pain became one of pleasure as I took the first step towards the door and felt the links of the chain rub at my pussy and clit through my panties.

Each step I took towards the kitchen served only to make the chain's links bite into my sensitive nether mouth and rub teasingly against my throbbing passion button while my handcuffs bounced suggestively against the upper flare of my ass. When I reached the kitchen I moved determinedly to the freezer and removed a tray of ice cubes. I separated the cubes and placed two in a bowl, returned the tray to the freezer then headed back towards the staircase. I gathered my keys from my purse then headed upstairs to my bedroom, a deliciously wicked scenario starting to form in  my mind.

Back upstairs, I gathered up the stocking I'd earlier put the unsightly run in, then headed into the ensuite. I grabbed the ice cubes from the bowl and slipped them inside my ruined stocking then took the key from the leg irons secured around my ankles. I threaded the handcuff key onto the ring holding the padlock key, then unlocked  the padlock on the end of the chain behind my back, and withdrew the key from the lock.

I threaded the top of the stocking through the keyring that now held the keys that would unlock my handcuffs, legirons and all three padlocks, then watched the keyring slide all the way down the snagged black nylon until it came to rest above the two ice cubes inside. My release mechanism decided upon, I then slid my other set of keys over the stocking in the same manner, tied the nylon around the towel rail then placed the bowl underneath it to catch the inevitable dripping water that would come from the cubes when they melted.

Satisfied that the release mechanism I'd just read about was in place, and that I'd have to be patient and wait for the ice to melt before I could set myself free I headed back into the bedroom. My mind flicked back to my mishap a few hours earlier when I'd fashioned what at the time had seemed like a simple hogtie, but which became one that took an excruciatingly long time to extricate myself from and my contented smirking grin widened on my face.

For a moment I pondered not using the hood then looked around the bedroom and saw how bright it was. I moved quickly to the side of the bed and turned on my reading lamp then shut the main light off and made my way back to my assembled bondage implements.I was still pondering the amount of light being given off in my room that could be seen from the street when a thought hit me. I raced out of the bedroom as fast as my manacled ankles would allow me and returned to the spare room. A few minutes of searching found the flashlight I was after then I headed back to the bedroom.

The room now minimally lit, I snatched the pillows from the bed and tossed them on the floor, grabbed the hood I'd worn during my two previous self bondage sessions and tossed it on the floor near the pillows, then also picked up the handcuff key lying on top of the bed.

. I moved to the end of the bed and slipped to my knees then pulled the crotch chain as tight as I could manage. I secured the end of  my crotch chain to the one joining the steel cuffs around my ankles then eased my self down onto the floor and rolled onto my belly. Slowly I worked my legs back and forth and to my delight discovered that, as hoped for, each movement of my legs would make the chain slide back and forth over my pantied slit. “That ought to get your wanton hole juicing up quickly you slut Monica!” I teased myself, again using the name that Sir knew me by, then reached for the hood nearby.

As I pulled the bottom of the hood open I looked into the beam of light from the flashlight then hastily slipped the handcuff key into the lock mechanism of one of the shiny steel bracelets that would soon readorn my gloved wrists. Confident I'd be able to double lock the handcuffs without being able to see them, I pulled the hood over my face and for the third time since arriving home from work plunged myself into darkness.

I felt around for the the ring gag head harness, finally clutched hold of it then worked it into place over my hooded face. My mouth was once again forced open, this time however with nothing to trap the inevitable screams of pleasure that would soon rip from my lips.

I reached around blindly with one gloved hand and found the flashlight then pushed the button on it and turned off its beam then eased myself from my knees to a half sitting position on my left side then reached behind my back with my gloved hands. It took me a few tries, but eventually I managed to catch hold of the handcuffs and snap them in place around my wrists and successfully double lock them in place so they wouldn't accidentally over tighten on me.

Once again I was hogtied, this time quite securely with the steel restraints I'd chosen, and I jerked my hands backwards and flicked the key from my fingers, safe in the knowledge that I had another in the ensuite. My plan for this self bondage session was a simple one, a fantasy about Sir while I made myself cum, then the slow deliberate hogtied slither across the carpet into the ensuite to await the dropping of the keys into the bowl so I could set myself free.

I eased myself down onto the pillows on my side then tested my bonds by moving my arms and legs. That experiment was an instant success! I discovered quickly that any movement of my arms or legs caused a corresponding movement of my other pair of restrained limbs and also made the chain work against pantied crotch and tease my already sensitive clit even more.

I groaned loudly into my gag then started rocking faster back and forth until finally I managed to over balance and roll onto my belly. It wasn't until I managed to get myself face down on the floor, with my tits now mashing themselves into the carpet beneath me, that I discovered just how strict my self imposed hogtie was.

While my legs were tethered to my hands and the chain running through my crotch, they weren't bound at the knees like they'd been earlier, which allowed me some freedom of movement. I twisted this way and that, moving my legs with every turn, groaning more deeply as each movement caused the chain to rub against my clit, driving me into a frenzy much more quickly than intended, or expected.

As I'd done earlier, I started bucking my hips up and down while I pushed my thrusting tits onto the pillows under me. My mind kicked into overdrive as my fantasies of Sir ran rampantly through my head. I tried to roll over and screamed loudly into my gag as that movement served only to cause the chain to pare my crotch even more.  The material of my panties was now drenched in the slime leaking from my slit and my clit felt as though it was about to burst.

I forced myself to work over onto my back and discovered the moment I did why I hadn't done it earlier. The combination of the shortness of the chain between my cuffed ankles with the one between my cuffed wrists and the one through my crotch, plus the way the skyscraper pencil thin heels I wore on my feet made me thrust my hips upward, only served to pull the crotch chain harder against my already throbbing clit and dig the links even deeper between my parted labia.

I worked myself over onto my side once more, arched my back as again my mind began filling with fantasy scenarios. I was now a kidnapped heiress destined for the underground slave trade somewhere half way across the world. I jerked my arms and legs as much as I could, desperately trying to escape the clutches of my captors and the impending life of sexual slavery I was destined for.

As each second ticked by while I struggled for my freedom in my fantasy I felt the crotch of my panties become more and more soaked with my slut slime and then my body erupted as it had earlier that evening on two separate occasions already. Repeatedly I screamed into my gag out of ecstasy at what I was putting myself through as my lusty, kinky fantasy fueled cries echoed off the walls and filled my ears.

I'd never been the type to experience multiple orgasms and in fact rarely even achieved that special time once any time Andy and I made love. I'd always wondered what I'd been missing out on. I was insatiable. I wanted to experience a multiple orgasm and I wanted to experience it now! I  bucked my hips wantonly for a a few more minutes and my need was swiftly answered,  my body convulsing shamelessly again as the elusive second orgasm ripped through me before the first one had even begun to subside.

As the waves of my bondage fuelled carnal pleasure continued to wrack my body I soon discovered just how pleasurably draining a multiple orgasm could be. As drained as I was, I felt alive and wanted more and as such started thrusting my hips upward like the shameless bondage craving whore I was right at that moment.

. My arms and legs jerked fiercely at the steel holding them in check. Each movement served only to further arouse my already highly sensitive and sex charged clit through my panties, until yet another deep guttural scream of carnal ecstasy ripped from my throat and filled the bedroom. My body convulsed and trembled  as my orgasmic cries filled the blackness before I finally I collapsed from sheer exhaustion and passed out right where I lay at the foot of the bed.