Sharon's night

Sharon looked again at the selection of ropes laid out on the table, and the handcuffs which would seal her fate. The keys to the cuffs were in the post, and would arrive the next day, or the day after. If she carried this out, she could not get free until the key arrived. She had not even kept the spare key.

The first piece of rope was wrapped around her left tit. She had quite large tits, 36D, so getting the rope on was not too hard. She remembered to leave a couple of feet loose at the end of the rope, before starting on her right one. Feeling her tits once they were tied, Sharon felt how hard they were, and already slowly starting to change colour. She could have tied them looser, but that would have defeated the object of her plan. The plan was to be tied tight, overnight, and she was not going to cheat on herself.

The next rope went around her waist, and was pulled tight, tight enough to stop any chance of it sliding down over her hips. Where it hung down the front, Sharon tied six knots in the rope, before leading it back between her legs, and securing it to the waist rope at the back. Moving the rope slightly to one side she was able to force the vibrator into her already wet pussy, and then dragged the rope back over her pussy, sealing the vibrator inside her. she would not turn it on yet, she had other work to do first.

The next rope tied her legs together, just above the knee, whist another piece tied her legs together just below the knee. Now, she could not open her legs until the ropes were released. She knew even then that she should have gone to the toilet first, but it was too late for that now. if she peed between now and the key arriving in the post, then it was tough luck on her.

The final piece of rope tied her ankles together, so she couldn’t even get up and hobble around anywhere.

Now it was time for the gag. She had chosen a large ball gag, one which forced her mouth open wide, and when strapped and fastened behind her head, could not be spat out. 

Just two things left, before she became helpless. Before she put the blindfold on, Sharon locked one end of the handcuffs to her right wrist. As yet, she could still stop what she was doing, but, tempting though that may be, it would not help her to understand giving control to another, and though there was really no-one else involved, posting the key had given power to the postman. Until he surrendered that power back to her, she would have no control over anything.

Forcing herself to her knees, and feeling the ropes dig into her thighs as she did so, she finally placed the blindfold over her eyes, making sure it was tight enough not to fall off.

Feeling with her fingers, she found the switch that would turn the vibrator on. She had chosen the vibrator that was plugged into the mains, and would keep going until she was released. It was set on “variable”, so it could run from anywhere from ten seconds to three minutes at any given time, run on low power or high power, and lay dormant for as much as fifteen minutes, before starting to vibrate again. The vibrator was the most expensive she had ever bought, and she knew that once she pressed the button, she would be at it’s mercy until the mail arrived.

With a sigh, she pressed the button, half expecting it to spring to life immediately, but it didn’t do so, it would do that when she was not expecting it.

Forcing herself to lay on the floor, on her stomach, pressing her already hardened tits, she placed her hands behind her. her right wrist was already caught in the cuffs, and if she locked the other one around her left wrist, she would be under the control of the postman, and the post office, hoping that the letter carrying the keys would appear the next day.

Now it was the time, and the challenge. Could she do this? She felt the cold metal touch her left wrist, knowing that all it needed was a gentle touch and her hands would be cuffed and useless to her.

Taking her courage in her hands, she placed the cuff against her wrist, and pressed, feeling the cold metal encircle her wrist, and snap into place. No there really was no choice. Until the post arrived, a good fifteen hours away, Sharon was helpless, with good reason. What if she had, in her excitement, sent the keys to the wrong address?

Even as these thoughts went through her mind, , she heard the first click, and the second.

Panic set in at that point, feeling her wrists cuffed behind her, useless in every way.

It took Sharon several minutes to begin to relax. No matter what happened now, it was beyond her control, and panicking would not change that. It would be dark in a couple of hours, and she would be able to sleep, or at least she hoped so. the pressure on her bound tits was harsh, but that would probably dies down in a while, when she got used to it. And the radio was on low., so she could keep track of the time, and also have something to listen to as the time passed her by.

Her jaw had already started to ache, and it wasn’t even dark yet. She had already considered that she had chosen the wrong gag, should have gone for a smaller one,  not as effective, perhaps, but more bearable over time. but she had not wanted to make this easy for herself, hence the tied tits and legs. though she could, perhaps, roll over onto her back, with considerable effort, but if she did that, she would not be able to roll back on her stomach, and she needed to be on her stomach for when the post arrived the next day. She could crawl on her stomach, just about, but not on her back. Besides which, she would be laying on her cuffed hands, and could perhaps inadvertently tighten them, cut off her blood supply, and then she would not have the strength to use the key.

So it was to be a night on her stomach, hoping that soon, the pressure on her tits would not feel as bad.

Sharon awoke with a start. the house was in total darkness, and she hadn’t realised she had fallen asleep. The radio was still playing, but there was something else. A noise, like a scratching noise, outside, on a window.

She twisted her head to see if she could see anything, but the bliondfold made sure she could see nothing. She listened carefully, but only silence greeted her. Sharon told herself that she was imagining things, and lay her head down again.

There it was again. This time Sharon was not imagining things. There was a definite scratching noise at a window in the other room, the kitchen.

Panic set in. was someone trying to break in? was it one of her friends, seeing the house in darkness this early at night, checking she was okay? Whoever it was, if they came in this room, they would find her bound,  and even if she managed to explain that she had done it to herself, she would never live down the embarrassment.

A piece of glass broke, and dropped to the tiled floor. Whoever it was, they certainly appeared to be coming into the house.

Sharon struggled to get her hands free of the cuffs, but she had done a good job when putting them on, and they would not slide over her wrists. Without the key, they would remain on. 

A key turned in a lock, the back door, creaking slightly as it opened. Footsteps crossing the cold tiles, as Sharon urged herself on to get free, before she was found like this. But it was already too late.

A light from a torch filled the room she was in, picking up her naked and bound body in its beam.

“Well, well, well. What have we here then?”

The voice was definitely male, but not old. Sharon guessed the man would be in his mid twenties, and a burglar.

“Looks like I got me a bonus. Don’t it?” The footsteps came closer.  Sharon was full of fear as the voice continued. “Nicely packaged up, waiting to be unwrapped hey?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but the gag was far too effective to let any sound past it. She could not even beg for mercy, not that, at that moment, she thought she would be shown any mercy.

Sharon found herself wishing that she hadn’t done such a good job with the ropes, as a hand touched her head, and stroked her hair. She knew how vulnerable she was, had even done it to herself to make sure she could not chicken out half way through the night and free herself.

The hand moved downwards, brushing her neck, and her shoulders, before slowly travelling down her naked back.

It was just at that moment that she gave a shiver. Not because of the unseen man’s touch, but because the vibrator chose that moment to activate itself, on full power. Taking her by surprise.

The burglar obviously took it as something else, and smiled.

Sharon continued to shudder as the traitor in her pussy continued to beat its rhythm against her “G” spot, exactly as she had planned so many hours before.  She prayed it would only be a short burst, but the vibrator kept on going. Sharon instinctively knew that this was going to last the full five minutes.

The man, seeing her shudder, placed on hand under her shoulder ,and another under her thigh, and began to lift her, turning her over. Sharon shook her head, and moaned into the gag, begging him not to do this, but it was already too late, as her body rocked over and landed on her back, crushing her hands beneath her.

She heard the man whistle, as he caught sight of her tits, her now deep purple tits after the pressure that had been under for the past few hours. But, although they caught his attention, there was something else. A thin electrical lead, coming from between Sharon’s legs, and leading to a plug socket a few feet away. It didn’t take him long to figure out what it was.

“So, we have a woman who is so eager to be fucked, she ties herself up and plugs herself into the mains to get it. I am sure we can do better than that for you.”

Sharon heard what appeared to be a zipper being unfastened,  and again began to shake her head furiously. But either the man didn’t see it, or chose to ignore it, as she felt the pressure on the rope around her knees release.

The man was cutting her legs free, and Sharon knew what he was going to do next. She tried as hard as she could to move away from him, but being blindfolded, and laying heavily on her hands, she made no impact, as the ropes above her knees also fell loose. She felt his hands slide slowly down her thighs, her calves until they reached her ankles. She made her next plan carefully. As soon as he released her ankles, she was going to kick out at him, and hope to hit him, but it was as if he had already worked this out, as instead of releasing them, he started to force them upwards, forcing her to bend her knees.

Something metallic touched her, and seconds later, the rope between her legs had gone, and the vibrator, still buzzing, was being removed. She felt him move into position, her legs held high in the air, so she could not stop him.

At first, she thought maybe he was replacing the vibrator, but then she realised that what was entering her, was softer, flashy.

Sharon again and again screamed for him to stop, but the gag reduced the screams to mere murmurs, as the man’s sock slid deeper into her.

Holding her legs high in the air, the man had free access to Sharon’s already lubricated pussy, and rammed his cock deep inside her. his cock seemed to feel harder than it ever had before, as he took his prize, thrusting harder and harder, feeling her slide slowly across the floor, her head shaking from side to side.

Inevitably, the man didn’t last as long as he wanted, and when his cock suddenly jerked inside her, it was already too late to withdraw, flooding her pussy with his hot juices.

Only when his cock began to soften again did he pull out of her, wiping his cock on the back of her legs, before standing up, dropping her feet to the floor again.

Sharon sobbed heavily behind the blindfold, gasping for breath through her nose, as the full reality of what was happening hit home. This was not supposed to happen. This was the worst thing, and not one she had considered when she had put the key in the envelope, and posted it.

Sharon could hear the man moving around the house, probably looking for valuables. But he had already had her most valuable asset.

She had no idea what time it was, but she heard the footsteps getting closer to her again, and waited, panic stricken. Her fears were well justified, as the man once again knelt on the floor, lifting her legs.

Sharon did her best to struggle, but not only was the man stronger than she was, she was also still tied up, her hands felt as if they were dead, and the man’s need seemed to be greater than hers.

This time the man pressed her legs back against her stomach, leaving her ankles still tied, and forcing her knees as wide as they could get, before guiding his cock towards her. immediately, Sharon began to scream into her gag, shaking her head vehemently as the cock pressed against her. but it was not her pussy he was touching. It was her arse.

“Oh God no”. Sharon screamed into the gag, as the head of the man’s cock began to slowly force its way inside. She had never even used butt plugs, and had certainly never let any man fuck her arse, but this burglar was trying to do so.

She tried hard as she could to move away, but his grip was firm, and with his weight adding to her troubles, the man held her firm, as he pressed his hips harder, forcing the head past the tight sphincter.

Once the head of his cock was inside, the man wasted no time, ramming as hard as he could, filling her arse, feeling her trying to close it up to stop him. Ignoring the muffled sounds from behind the gag, the man began to move his hips hard and fast, thrusting, forcing more of his cock into her reluctant arse with each thrust forwards, until his balls were slapping her thighs, and his cock was buried deep in the woman.

It would have been nicer for the man if he had lasted longer, but the combination of her tightness, the excitement of having found her like this, and fucking someone’s arse for the very first time, would ensure it made short shrift of the situation, and in less than five minutes, the man felt his cock jerk again, and he moaned as his come shot deep into her arse.

The man collapsed on top of the helpless Sharon, his weight adding to the pressure her hands were already feeling.

It took several minutes before the man’s weight shifted, and she felt his cock slide out of her. even when it had gone, she could still feel it inside her. he could not see the tears behind the blindfold, as the man stood up and dressed, but the savage way her chest rose and fell, he knew she was crying.

“Maybe I should put the vibraty thing back in before I go, but I am sure you have had more than enough for one night” the man said. “I am going now, but I wanted to thank you for your hospitality. See you around.”

With that Sharon heard footsteps walking away, heading for the kitchen. Moments later the back door opened and closed, leaving her alone, battered, her thighs bruised, and with no idea of how long it would be before the key, and her freedom, arrived.

She sobbed freely.