Leaky Hot Water Heater
Contest Entry for the ‘Script your own Video’ Contest Visit our contest sponsor, Quality Control Well I had finally gotten up the courage to do some self bondage, but things didn’t turn out the way I had planned! This is that story. Well a little extra bit of story before the story is needed to explain why what happened happened. My husband has been interested in various bondage and kink fantasies since when I first met him. We have done a few bondage games, including one where he tied me up and then just left me there and went to go play on his computer. At first I was pissed at him, leaving me in such an aroused state. Moments later I felt like he had just tricked me so he could go play his internet games, but soon enough he came to visit me. He had only come to visit me to make sure that I was going to stay aroused though. He added some “Liquid V” to my clit (amazing stuff, look it up), and just walked off to his computer room again. About ten minutes later when the V had worn off he came back again, this time he placed a large rabbit style dildo in me, but didn’t turn it on. Ten minutes later he came back to add some more V and turn on the vibrator deep in the device and push it back in me since I had accidentally wiggled it out (this time he placed a pillow in front of it to hold it in). He added a ball gag and left. My husband knows that deep vaginal vibrations do nothing for me, so turning on the vibrator didn’t add much but it had added something. Ten minutes after that, like clockwork, he came back in and added a blindfold, some more V and turned on the rotating beads in the rabbit along with the clit vibrator, then just left AGAIN. Within moments I was writing and cursing into my ball gag, ridding a huge orgasm. I didn’t even know he was standing over me until I had come down from my orgasm and started to panic because of the over stimulation of the dildo that I could not dislodge. He had known this would happen and he had immediately pulled out the dildo, added some more V, and left AGAIN. Now I was pissed, here I was, tied spread eagle to the bed, trapped totally un-aroused post-orgasm, gagged and blindfolded (which was no fun anymore), and dripping juices where drying uncomfortably on my butt. I grunted into my gag for about a minute, trying to get my jerk husband to come over and free me. This is the moment when I found out about MY bondage fantasy. I told that entire story to tell you this, as I started to calm down from my grunting temper tantrum, I started hearing every sound in the room. I heard the neighbor’s car start, someone else mowing their lawn, my husband now downstairs in the kitchen, and then I heard the front door bell. Upon hearing the door bell I became very aware of myself, my vulnerability, my easily accessible sopping wet entrance. I thought of what I must look like to someone standing next to the bed, and realized ANYONE could be standing next to be bed, and I would have no control over it. I thought of my husband letting the mailman in to see his handiwork. My thoughts immediately became more devious, I began to daydream of a total stranger sneaking in the back door and finding me. I thought of some neighborhood teen breaking in to steel some jewelry and instead whispering in my ear “Guess who”. These thoughts drove me into a state of arousal I had never felt before. I wanted to be discovered, I wanted to be found vulnerable and wet. I had just discovered the fantasy that would fill my dreams and daydreams for months to come. To be discovered in a state of heightened arousal by a total stranger and willingly mentally (but without a choice in the matter) giving myself to them sexually. ...