She pulled the scarf from her head and lay breathing heavily in the gloom. She was satisfied but felt angry and upset with herself. Tears moistened her eyes. Why did she have these feelings? What genetic aberration had been implanted, by one or other of her parents, that made her long to be tied, helpless, by a lover who would tease and take her? She dreamt, nightly, of a friend who would overpower her and make her a sexual plaything but at the same time respect her and be kind.

In her work Sarah had seen the results of violent males forcing themselves on both mothers and girls she had encountered at the school. The abuse made her skin crawl with fear and loathing. She absolutely hated men of that type. She also despised the females for allowing themselves to be treated in that way. She was confused at the this inconsistency in her emotions a contrast which had eroded her self esteem for some time.

Having turned the shower on hard and warm Sarah removed the wispy underclothes she had been wearing. She reflected on the stupidity of buying let alone wearing such things for the benefit of a lover who did not and in all probability never would, exist.

As she showered, Sarah made a mental list of the preparations she should make for next weeks drama classes and as she did so her brief encounter with sexual slavery faded to be replaced with the thoughts of a responsible (and rather boring) 24 year old spinster school teacher. Time to sit, once again, in front of that wearisome word processor.

As Dave edged his car through the evening traffic of Bristol his thoughts settled on what was in store for the evening. He had had a long day working in central London and was looking forward to another quite evening alone in his Clifton flat. His work in the city paid reasonably well but the cost of buying his first home was taking its toll on his bank balance so going to some pub or club hoping to find friends was not something he could do too often. In a way he regretted the changes that he had imposed on his life but an apartment in Clifton was likely to be a good investment for the future and the job in London did have excellent prospects. The travelling did get him down from time to time but he only had to drive to and from the railway station. The rest of the journey was spent on the train thinking about work or those other, more private, thoughts that he had so regularly.

Dave parked the car outside his flat and walked to his local convenience store. He bought a four pack of light beer and walked back stopping only to pick up his brief case from the back seat of the car. Inside the brief case was a copy of Knotty, one of Dave's regular reads, purchased in Soho that lunch time. As he mounted the stairs to his flat he could hear the strains of some rock band coming from the downstairs flat across the road. He glanced across in the direction of the music. His eye wandered to the upstairs window with its drawn curtains moving gently in the breeze. Briefly he thought about the girl he had seen through the window the other day. Then his thoughts returned to his lunchtime purchase and the prospect of visiting the Kelly Ashton web-site later that night.

Sarah had not had a good nights sleep. In fact she had very little sleep at all. She had started out to prepare for some drama workshops for school and had decided that she really needed some information which was not easily found in her own modest library. So she had decided to try searching the internet for the information that she sought.

When she had purchased the computer, at the beginning of that term, it had been delivered with all the hardware and software needed to get on the web. The engineer that had installed did show her how to start the software but she had not taken too much notice. Now she had needed the information and started it up.

She had been looking up some information on Bette Davis and the film "Of Human Bondage" ultimately had led her to some parts of the web that she had not dreamt existed. She visited all manner of web sites and found material some of which revolted her but some of which excited her to the point of breathlessness.

Drama classes were the last thing she could concentrate on. She had seen images of women tied up in all sorts of ways, with or without partners, male or female and seemingly enjoying themselves. They were tied up (and mostly helpless) with ropes, chains, leather straps and just about anything you could possibly imagine. Some were blindfolded. Some were gagged (this seemed to excite her a lot). They were tied standing, sitting, suspended from the roof (even upside down) and tied to beds. For Sarah this was, at the same time, the most exciting visual experience she had encountered and almost felt like finding a lost family. Work was a very low priority.

After what she had seen her previous little fantasies seemed almost tame and mundane. Sarah had a mental shopping list and right after school set out to see what she could acquire. She visited pet shops, hardware shops and toy shops. By the time she got back to her flat her panties were damp and her nipples sore. On the other hand it was Friday and she had plenty of time to experiment with her new toys.

It was Friday night and David was at loose end. He didn't really have enough money to go out clubbing and in any case he didn't really have any friends to go with. The move from Manchester had been the right thing to do but he missed having friends that he could just call up and do things with. Now he could live reasonably well but didn't have much spare cash for going out and meeting people. He missed having a girl friend. Yvonne had been OK and he thought that she had loved him. However her love for him had not been strong enough to overcome her difficulty with his desire to tie her up to make love. Even though she did play along David had known that asking her to tie him up and take control was not going to be well received. That had been the beginning of the end and when he had asked her she played along but her heart was clearly not in it. She had done as David asked but David had needed to direct her and was thus still in control. Thus caused great frustration and recrimination which ultimately led to the end of the relationship. That was the point at which David had moved to the South West and taken the job in London.

Sarah was highly excited. She had made her preparations and was about to try to emulate some of the images she had been so aroused by when surfing the web. She wanted to feel completely helpless and to fanaticise, once again, that she was the sexual plaything of a dominant lover. She wanted to have a soft, red, rubber ball in her mouth just like she had seen in so many of the photographs on the web. It was difficult as she was not strong and had few tools to use. It had taken quite some time to make a hole in the ball using a kitchen knife heated over the stove but she had succeeded. She threaded the ball onto one of the many dog collars that she had purchased. It worked extremely well. She tested the ball gag on herself and was already getting quite worked up at the feeling of the ball lodged in her mouth and held in place with the leather strap. In truth, when she tested it for its muffling effects she found that she could make a fair amount of noise but that intelligible speech was very difficult.

She removed the gag and had a glass of wine. She liked to feel a little tipsy when she played these games. Two or three glasses made her feel daring and relaxed almost to the point of giddy. She continued with her preparations. The image she had seen which she wanted to try first was of a well endowed woman, scantily clad in bra, panties and stockings. For some reason she, like many others she had seen, wore High heel shoes. Sarah looked at the best shoes she had. Brown with a three inch heel and not that slender. She made a mental note to buy some much more the part at the end of the month. She had underwear similar to that on many of the models and, whilst she was not classically built she felt that her breasts would appeal to her dream lover. She poured a second glass of wine and started to tie her legs and ankles the way she had seen in the pictures. She would never have thought to tie her legs in so many places or to wind the rope around her limbs and then wrap some more at right angles so it went between her legs, but that was the way she had seen it done and determined to try. Having tied her ankles (crossed), her legs above and below the knees, and finally her thighs she felt so aroused that she had to fondle herself and nearly climaxed before she had finished tying herself.

The woman on the screen had a rope around her waist which was tied at the front and then passed through the legs. Sarah assumed that the ends had been tied to the rope around the waist at the back and determined to do the same as it would be a good place to fasten her hands later. Having already tied her legs this was a rather difficult task. Another mental note "waist rope before legs". She finished the glass of wine and poured another. "need to leave the glass where I can reach it" she thought and then made sure that the rest of her self slavery accessories were within reach.

Her model had been tied with rope above and below the breasts. Her arms had been tied, behind her back, just above the elbows. Finally her wrists had been tied together again with one of those ropes at right angles to secure the wrist rope. She was blindfolded with a scarf and was gagged with the ball. This was not going to be easy but Sarah had planned to do the best she could.

David had been drinking and surfing. He had bought a bottle of southern comfort intending to make it last all weekend but already he had consumed about a third of the bottle and was feeling a little drunk. He had been in to Lorelei's bedroom bondage page and was reflecting on Lorelei's published philosophy. He doubted that she really enjoyed bondage as much as she claimed but still he viewed her work and that of her friends with a great deal warmth. Why couldn't he find someone like that. Judging by the web sites he had visited over the weeks since moving he could see that there were lots of women who were happy be bound on display but did they really enjoy it in private life? He had visited quite a few bondage web sites that evening but Lorelei's site had a chat room and he wanted to go in and see what was going on. David had not yet tried a chat room and was a little apprehensive. The last thing he wanted to do was to publicise the fact that he was kinky all over the internet. Some of his work colleagues had been joking about the kinkos that they had seen on the web. The last thing he needed was to have them including him as a target of their mirth. That would probably completely mess up his prospects at the bank. He opened his browser and typed www.bedroombondage.com and hit return. Having entered through the keyhole he took the link to the chat room. He entered the room as Guest 275 and watched the messages roll by.

Hi 275. David thought it was probably a greeting to him but decided not to take any active part until he had some measure of what was going on. David lurked in the corner.

Sarah took another mouthful of her wine. "That's my last for a while" she thought "unless he gives me a drink while I'm tied up". The absurdity of her thoughts brought her back to reality with a bump. The fact that she was going to be alone and not the plaything of some mysterious partner nearly caused her to give up right there. She lay back on her bed and told her self to get a grip. This was so utterly stupid. As she lay on her bed the feeling in and between her legs brought the excitement back and she resolved to complete the task before she had any more second thoughts.

Tying her arms above and below her breasts was not too difficult but she did have to re-arrange the ropes more than once before having a satisfactory result. The rest was not going to be easy at all. She had worked out `what seemed to be the best sequence to complete her self immobilisation but had some difficulty with the elbows wrists and the blindfold. She had to blindfold herself before tying her elbows or else she could not reach up to her face. On the other hand if she could not see what she was doing then the rest of the job would be nearly impossible. She struggled to make a loop of rope that she thought would be right for her elbows. She duplicated the loop several times wrapping the ends around the loops to hold them together. Then passing the rope behind her back she slid them up her arms. Way too tight. She could not possibly keep her arms together and still slide the rope up her arms. A second attempt resulted in a band of rope which felt rather loose but as it would hold her elbows closer together than natural she decided this would do.

Wriggling out of the elbow restraint Sarah set about making a similar set of loops for her wrists. When she was satisfied with this arrangement she reached behind her back and looped it through the rope that passed through her legs. She had to be careful now not to let the rope slip while she made the final preparations.

She slid the ball back into her mouth. It didn't seem as easy this time. She was getting tired and the wine was taking its toll. Getting the scarf around her eyes was a distinct struggle. Straining against her self imposed bonds Sarah finally blindfolded herself. The smell of Paco Raban (her ex boyfriends aftershave) was still lingering from her last use of the scarf as a blindfold. If only Tom had not been married they could have been perfect. Sarah wondered what Tom would think if he could see her now.

Sarah felt around for the elbow rope. For a moment she could not find it. Her hand found the loops and, gently, she slid the rope up her arms and over the width of her elbows. Her wrist rope, now held to the small of her back, was very difficult to arrange. When she had put it in place she had not thought about the effect of the elbow rope. The wrist rope was higher up her back than she had expected so it was with a real effort that she slid her wrists into the final stages of her self imposed bondage.

For a few minutes Sarah lay still. She was tied hand, foot, elbows legs and thighs. She was gagged with a rubber ball and blindfolded with a scarf. Her nose was filled with the masculine smell of the aftershave that she had applied to her blindfold. The struggle to rope her wrists had resulted in her arms bending slightly. This in turn resulted in more pressure against the rope around her elbows. The result was that she was pretty securely bound, gagged, blindfolded and very much aware of herself.

David was still lurking. He had talked briefly with a female called noelbelle who had a profile indicating that she liked to wrap presents. David had tried to whisper to her but she had left the room before he could tell her he would like to talk to her. David disconnected and went to pour another glass. He stopped to look out of the window and was surprised to be able to see into the flat opposite. He had seen the young woman who lived over there (not unattractive but nothing special) but she normally had her curtains drawn in the evening. This evening was no exception but with the window open breeze was parting the curtains briefly every few second. He thought he saw her lying on her bed wearing just underwear. The next glimpse she seemed to be on her stomach with her legs in the air.

David ran out to the den and grabbed his camera and tripod. It was an old camera but had a rather efficient telephoto lens attached. The overall weight made the tripod essential. David turned the lights out in his flat and set up next to the window. In seconds he had the window opposite in full view. As the breeze blew the curtains aside David was treated to a sight that will stay with him forever. The young woman from across the road was on her bed, wearing sexy lingerie and was very tied up. With each short image of the girl David could see that she was struggling to get free but not succeeding. His initial thought was that she was being robbed or worse and his inclination was to call the Police. However good sense suggested that she may not be at enormous risk as he had not seen anyone else in the room. David elected to watch and see what would develop. After all, he reasoned, she seemed not to be at any great risk at this point.

Sarah had never been so completely tied up or sexually excited in her life. At first she lay still, on her back, enjoying the feeling and once again she was the plaything of an unknown visitor. She strained her ears to listen for his footfall as he came back into the bedroom. She could smell him (or his aftershave) and was ecstatic. Moving her legs within the confines of the ropes gave an unbelievable sensation. Eventually the pressure of the ropes on her elbows started to become a bit much. Her fingers were starting to tingle and become a little numb. Sarah rolled over on to her tummy to relive the pressure.

She discovered that pulling on her wrists caused the rope between her legs to put pressure on the major focus of her attention. She arched her back and bent her knees so that she could reach her ankle rope. Having grasped the rope she tried to pull her legs back down. The effect was almost explosive. Through the haze of wine and intense arousal she made a mental note that it would have been much better if she could have joined the wrist and ankle ropes. Waves of pleasure were washing over her and she relaxed her grip on the ankle rope. Rolling onto her side she lay still once again listening for him returning to the room..

She was not sure if she had slept but she suddenly became aware of the fact that she was tied and helpless. She started to struggle again but did not get free. She rolled onto her tummy again and grasped the ankle rope once more. The effect was not quite the same and, after arching and bucking wildly she decided that a man would remove her bra. By shrugging her shoulders and rubbing against the duvet cover she managed to get the shoulder straps to fall down her arms. A little more thrashing around resulted in her left breast falling out of its black cover. She tried to sit up but that was hard and she fell back. She dug her heels into the bed and pushed herself but slid and ended up with her head against the headboard of the bed. With all the moving around she was not sure where she was on the bed. She carefully rolled over but found herself on her side with her face against the wall. ""He would probably remove my panties" she thought and rolling over once more she started to pull the panties down. The ropes prevented her from moving her hands far and she was only able to slide the garment down at the back and the left side. She rolled again and found her head was off the end of the bed. Fear of falling caused her to roll back and her head was now even more squashed against the head of the bed. She wanted to sit up and, by scooting her legs around she got them off the bed. She rolled again and her feet felt the floor. She sat up.

He wouldn't just leave her on the bed. He would change her position from time to time. Sarah remembered a scene from her previous nights viewing of a secretary tied to an office chair. Sarah had an office chair just across the room at her desk. He would tie me to that chair. Oh No don't tie me to the chair she mumphed from behind her ball and stood up. It was difficult with crossed legs, high shoes and a blindfold. It was scary. "No No don't tie me to the chair no no noooo". She bumped against the desk and felt her way across to the chair. The back of the chair had a small back support. He would surely tie her arms to that. "Don't tie me to the chair please don't tie my arms to the chair please". She leaned on the chair and worked her arms over the back support. It was very difficult with her wrists tied to the rope through her legs. She had to swivel the chair left to right several times before she had her arms positioned over the support and she almost had to jump to get into a seated position. " no no please don't tie me to the chair noo please…" as Sarah sat on the chair her arms slid down over the support. The ropes around her arms also slid over the support causing her to be very firmly tied to the chair.

David nearly fainted. It was a good thing that the room was dark as, for the last few minutes he had been unable to prevent his right hand from reaching down his jeans. She appeared to be alone and had tied herself up. What's more she had done an exceptional job of it. A warm pulsing from within his trousers told David that he would need to take a shower. She had hopped across the room and was now sitting at a table in front of the window. His view of her was mostly obscured by a computer screen which sat on the desk. She was moving about a lot straining against her bonds but with the computer screen and the moving curtain David could now only get the odd glimpse of her face still blindfolded and gagged.

It was both delicious and frightening. She was so tightly tied now that the ropes were pulling deep into flesh. Sarah pulled at the ropes holding her to the chair. They were not going to come loose. Her hands were tight to the small of her back and the rope between her legs was tightly holding her panties against her flesh. The rope was chaffing her quite badly but the excitement prevented her form stopping. Her right cheek was pressing against the rough fabric of the office chair. By now her bra had completely fallen away exposing both of her breasts and the obviously aroused nipples. The chair had a sprung base and as she struggled the spring in the base served to cause her breasts to bounce more than might be expected.

Sarah thrashed and kicked out with her bound feet. They had now become uncrossed and all the movement made the ropes loosen up. The ropes which had been tied below her knees had fallen down to the ankles. Sarah was getting tired and had reached a sort of plateau of arousal. She must achieve another orgasm before finishing but things were getting uncomfortable and her head was beginning to ache slightly. It was also a little disappointing that her legs were beginning to become free to move. Sarah's thrashing around had caused the chair to be pushed across the floor away from the desk. In doing so several of the wires, going into the back of her computer, had got caught up in the wheels of the chair. As she kicked the chair back the base unit had fallen over and several of the wires had pulled out of their sockets.

"If he loved me he would have tied my feet to the chair" Sarah Thought. "Please tie my feet to the chair" ..."Please". Sarah kicked her feet back and forth against the base of the chair. The loops of rope from her knees dragged and flayed across the floor. She felt one of the wheeled spars of the chair base hit the back of her ankles. Her tongue forced the ball from the back of her mouth to be held by her teeth. "Please tie my feet to the chair" she mumbled and, as she did so she grasped the seat of the chair with her numbing hands and lifted the chair just enough to let the front wheel pass over the dragging ropes that had been around her knees. The rope slid along the spar of the base and as Sarah tested its effect it became so loose as to threaten to fall off her ankles. Sarah dug her heels over the spar and with a final effort spun on the chair. "Oh please". She sucked the ball back into her mouth and threw her head back. "Ohhh PLEEEESE". The words were clear in her head but completely unintelligible through the ball in her mouth.

As the chair spun her ankles were drawn tightly to it. For a few minutes the breeze dropped to the calmest it had been all evening. In the seclusion of her modest flat Sarah was completely bound to her office chair. In the gloom of the streetlights filtering through her, now closed curtains, Sarah was almost welded to her chair. Her bra straps were around her elbows and her breasts, firm and round, were completely exposed. Her panties were now a thin line across her thighs.

In a final effort Sarah attempted to arch her back again. It was nearly impossible. Sarah felt her whole body suck in and empty into nearly the most spectacular orgasm she had, or ever would, experience. If anyone could have seen her they would have believed her to be a woman in an electric chair in the final throws of death. "OH PFEEEEEEESH".

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