The Story of Karen's Self-Inflicted Bondage and Torment

Going through my belongings and I stumbled upon the story I wrote… I couldn’t locate it posted here, so… I suppose I never got around to sharing it… So, for your enjoyment, please enjoy… Karen’s torment Tags: SB, torture (self induced), bound… Click… Karen tried again to keep her legs from being pulled further apart, and for the last hour, she has been losing that battle, with still more time remaining… “Damm!!” mumbled Karen, “Another one or two like that and my pussy will start feeling those whips…” The click was just another link in the chain that lowered the rotating whip closer to her pussy. But that isn’t the main issue; what matters is that once a chain link passes through the ratcheting pulley, it doesn’t come back… Click… and her arms were losing too… exactly as she planned… Karen was a small, petite young girl with two major loves in life. The first was bondage, along with some pain to make things more “fun,” and the need to set up her self-imposed restraints so that if she didn’t escape them on her own, she would regret it. The second love was building contraptions for her bondage that made everything just a bit harder to get out of, but more enjoyable while inside them. Her latest addition included extra buckets designed to hold her legs wider apart unless she maintained tension on the lines pulling them. So as long as she kept pulling against the weight, she was fine; however, every time she relaxed, the rope allowed the weights to slip and pulled her legs open even more. Being exposed like that gave her a wild thrill. Unable to close her legs, she thought about what might happen if someone broke into her house right now… What would they do to her??? And what could she do to stop them??? Would they take advantage of her while she was stretched out? Would they free her when finished??? Would they add weights so that she remained spread open even more??? All these thoughts ran through her mind repeatedly, making her wet and horny; by the time she finally got free, it took only a few seconds with her favorite vibrator, and she would cum as if there were no tomorrow…

But, as always happens, no one breaks in or takes advantage of her. Still, the vibe usually gets her off, which is just fine. After testing out the buckets (there were several) and figuring out how long she could last with different weights, she decided to add a penalty for letting the buckets spread her wide. Her first idea was attaching her vibrator on a stick so it would lower toward her pussy; as she pulled her legs back together, she would raise the vibe up again. This way, she could tease herself and control how long the teasing lasted. For the next few attempts, she did exactly that. She found that being closer made it harder to close her legs enough to get relief from the vibe, while simultaneously making it difficult not just to leave the vibe there and enjoy the sensations until she came. This held true until one time when she left it down and learned the hard way that she couldn’t pull her legs up enough to escape the vibrator, resulting in 30 minutes of desperation trying to get away from her new tormentor.

That led to what happened next… She had planned a two-hour test where the vibe would lower as her legs spread, but this time, she added the ratchet so that when her legs were spread and the vibe lowered, there was no way for her to pull it up off her pussy. Thus, she wanted to save that option for the very end rather than lowering it too soon. However, events intervened: it was the night a storm blew in, knocking out the power shortly after she started. Assuming she would have a long wait for electricity to return, she relaxed and waited for her release to kick in. Unfortunately, the power was only out for about five minutes. It was just as she closed her eyes for a nap that the vibrator switched on at full power. Startled, her first reaction was to close her legs; much to her dismay, they didn’t move, and then the reality of what she had to endure set in. Frantically, using all her strength, she pulled on her arm bindings, but they wouldn’t give. She pulled with all her might against her leg rope, which didn’t budge an inch. Still frantic, she tried to wiggle out of reach of the vibe, but that too failed. After twenty minutes of trying, she gave up and began to cry. She knew that no matter how hard she tried, the vibrator was going to assault her poor pussy for at least another 90 minutes, with nothing she could do except lie there and endure it. At last, her dream came true: an intruder in her home would take advantage of her, and she couldn’t stop it. She pictured a large, handsome Swedish man finding her front door unlocked and inviting himself in.

He discovered her tied with arms over her head and legs spread wide to either side. Her pussy was wet and begging for attention… The gag in her mouth prevented her from verbally begging him to release her. All she could do was wait for him to act as he pleased. She watched as he slowly removed his shirt, checking out his six-pack abs and muscular arms while they slid the belt off his waist. For a moment, she wondered if he would use the belt on her stretched-out legs or her vulnerable pussy. He waved the belt back and forth, swinging it ever closer to her exposed pussy, then with a quick motion, drew back the belt; she closed her eyes knowing what was coming… She waited… Suddenly there was a flash followed by a loud explosion, then silence, darkness, and, as she slowly realized, no more vibrations on her pussy… Only the aftereffects caused by the vibrator…

She was trying to figure out what had happened when the lights came back on, and once again, the assault continued. “NOOOO!!!” she cried as her tender pussy was hit by the vibrator again. She could not take much more of this; she knew she wasn’t even halfway through her ordeal. The pause did nothing to ease the feeling in her pussy; if anything, it increased sensitivity, making things worse. But seeing there was no way for her to free herself, there was also no way to stop anything. Desperate for something to distract her from the torment, she tried to return to her fantasy, but that too faded. Once again, she simply lay back—as though that were already her pose—and waited for her time to be up…