shaman
12-20-2009, 08:49 PM
First story in quite a while. If there is anything I could do to make it better, love to here.
Christine, a 19 year old beautiful college girl had just finished enrolling in classes for her winter quarter. The only thing on her mind right now was the celebration bondage session she had prepared for herself tonight. Due to a series of unfortunate events, Christine's roommate was unable to live with Christine for the upcoming winter quarter. Though Christine was disappointed, she was also thoroughly turned on by the prospect of having an apartment to herself for 3 months. Christine had always been facinated with bondage, it was her favorite thing to do, she would often leave her house with a crotch rope or some sort of bondage under her outfit. At school she was the good kid, she didn't hook up with guys at partis though every guy wanted to do very naughty things to her, which they often told her. The thought of all these me liking her always turned on Christine but she never pursued any guy because she was always afraid that he would find out about her fetish and make her stop. Often times she wished she had a bondage partner but never ventured to find one. That didn't matter right now, she was prepared to have the time of her life.
Without a minute to spare, Christine undressed herself and began to put on her crotchless latex catsuit with an open back. she then tied one end of her 50m rope to the track of her treadmill and left the other side free for now. Next, Christine went into her closet and pulled out her inflatable buttplug with three pumps. She then pulled out a bottle of lube and generously applied it over the buttplug and her ass. With great tension she pushed the deflated buttplug into her tight ass. As soon as it was all the way in, she collapsed to the floor as a tear ran down her cheek. She had a really tight ass. Then with great courage she tied the pumps to each her knees and another to her stomach. She took the free end of the rope and tied it around the buttplug. Following that, Christine tied her ankles to her upper thighs so the extent of her legs was on her pump padded knees. Lastly she ran two ropes with handcuffs from her ankles to her shoulders and through her collar. After she put her penis gag on and a whimper in her breathe she clicked one of her wrists into the handcuffs locking her arm strictly to her shoulder so she could only use her elbow to support herself. By this time she was wetter than she had ever been, the hard wood flooring of her apartment was drenched with her pussy juice. Christine looked back at her treadmill and plugged it into the wall outlet wired to a motion sensor in the hallway. Before she could come to her senses, Christine locked her only free hand into the cuff and with the echo of the lock clicking in place, she began to tear.
Ahead of Christine was the longest Bondage session she had ever created. Her apartment was a very very long building made completely of hardwood flooring. Christine had oiled the hardwood floor from one side of her house to the other. At the opposite end from where Christine was the key to Christine's handcuffs, but more importantly, her cellphone with a pre-entered text message asking Christine's friend to come over. With one click of the call button, the text will be sent and all hell breaks loose for Christine. Above the phone is a marble encased in an icecube sitting just above the call button of Christine's phone, After an hour or two the ice will have melted enough for the Marble to fall directly onto the call button sending the text to her friend. Christine's only hope is to make her way to the other side of her house before time runs out and her friend catches her in such a predicament. The last obstacle in Christine's path is her motion detector sitting just outside her room. If Christine should leave her room, the detector will send a single to the wall outlet and send the treadmill slowly winding up the rope and pulling out the buttplug (inflated to however much) from her tight ass.
At the thought of all this, Christine had a fierce orgasm and collapsed onto her oiled hardwood floor almost unable to regain enough energy to begin her long journey and time was running out. To make matters even worse, her heater had just turned on....................
Christine, a 19 year old beautiful college girl had just finished enrolling in classes for her winter quarter. The only thing on her mind right now was the celebration bondage session she had prepared for herself tonight. Due to a series of unfortunate events, Christine's roommate was unable to live with Christine for the upcoming winter quarter. Though Christine was disappointed, she was also thoroughly turned on by the prospect of having an apartment to herself for 3 months. Christine had always been facinated with bondage, it was her favorite thing to do, she would often leave her house with a crotch rope or some sort of bondage under her outfit. At school she was the good kid, she didn't hook up with guys at partis though every guy wanted to do very naughty things to her, which they often told her. The thought of all these me liking her always turned on Christine but she never pursued any guy because she was always afraid that he would find out about her fetish and make her stop. Often times she wished she had a bondage partner but never ventured to find one. That didn't matter right now, she was prepared to have the time of her life.
Without a minute to spare, Christine undressed herself and began to put on her crotchless latex catsuit with an open back. she then tied one end of her 50m rope to the track of her treadmill and left the other side free for now. Next, Christine went into her closet and pulled out her inflatable buttplug with three pumps. She then pulled out a bottle of lube and generously applied it over the buttplug and her ass. With great tension she pushed the deflated buttplug into her tight ass. As soon as it was all the way in, she collapsed to the floor as a tear ran down her cheek. She had a really tight ass. Then with great courage she tied the pumps to each her knees and another to her stomach. She took the free end of the rope and tied it around the buttplug. Following that, Christine tied her ankles to her upper thighs so the extent of her legs was on her pump padded knees. Lastly she ran two ropes with handcuffs from her ankles to her shoulders and through her collar. After she put her penis gag on and a whimper in her breathe she clicked one of her wrists into the handcuffs locking her arm strictly to her shoulder so she could only use her elbow to support herself. By this time she was wetter than she had ever been, the hard wood flooring of her apartment was drenched with her pussy juice. Christine looked back at her treadmill and plugged it into the wall outlet wired to a motion sensor in the hallway. Before she could come to her senses, Christine locked her only free hand into the cuff and with the echo of the lock clicking in place, she began to tear.
Ahead of Christine was the longest Bondage session she had ever created. Her apartment was a very very long building made completely of hardwood flooring. Christine had oiled the hardwood floor from one side of her house to the other. At the opposite end from where Christine was the key to Christine's handcuffs, but more importantly, her cellphone with a pre-entered text message asking Christine's friend to come over. With one click of the call button, the text will be sent and all hell breaks loose for Christine. Above the phone is a marble encased in an icecube sitting just above the call button of Christine's phone, After an hour or two the ice will have melted enough for the Marble to fall directly onto the call button sending the text to her friend. Christine's only hope is to make her way to the other side of her house before time runs out and her friend catches her in such a predicament. The last obstacle in Christine's path is her motion detector sitting just outside her room. If Christine should leave her room, the detector will send a single to the wall outlet and send the treadmill slowly winding up the rope and pulling out the buttplug (inflated to however much) from her tight ass.
At the thought of all this, Christine had a fierce orgasm and collapsed onto her oiled hardwood floor almost unable to regain enough energy to begin her long journey and time was running out. To make matters even worse, her heater had just turned on....................