Play with this first spell some more

Bri giggles as she considers the implications. Magic is real, and she found what amounts to a literal spellbook. Full of spells that actually work! The first page of the book said it was written for a selfish purpose. Not to make the world better, but for the author to have fun. Well, if that's the whole point... Who am I to argue?

Bri opens the door to her room to peek outside. No activity. No noise, even. Her mom is still probably somewhere downstairs. Knowing Bri had just grabbed a whole plate of food, there was virtually zero chance she would be popping in to bring her a snack or anything, and they'd just chatted. The coast was perfectly clear.

"Ten minutes, it says. The cords go away after ten minutes." Her imagination runs away with all sorts of things she could enjoy for ten minutes. Poses or ties that would be impossible to do to herself safely. She could fully indulge in her secret little fantasy without risk of getting stuck and without having to tell anyone. Flipping the book over in her fingers, she wishes she knew who wrote it so she could thank them.

She reads the whole spell description again. There's no specific warnings for this spell like some of the others, and she doesn't see anything about it that gives her any cause for concern. It's perfect.

Not wanting to waste any more time, she picks a simple scenario for her first real play session and pushes all other possibilities out of her mind. There will be plenty of time for more play later. Maybe even immediately after the first ten minute timer expires. Bri figures she has a good 45 minutes to an hour of definite alone time before there's even a small risk that her mom might wander by to check in on her.

After clearing her pillows off of her bed and smoothing out the comforter, Bri strips down to her underwear. She's already growing warm between her legs with sheer anticipation, eager to finally experience the thing she's fantasized about for so long. Genuine total helplessness, but in complete safety and privacy.

For added fun, she pulls a small lockbox out from under her bed that contains her very limited collection of sex toys. She'd die if anyone knew she had them, so she takes pains to keep them hidden, and takes all batteries out of things that vibrate so there's no chance they accidentally go off. She picks up a small wearable vibrator she's never actually had a chance to use. It's shaped like a little clamp. Half goes inside, theoretically to hit the g-spot, half presses down right on the clit. It's controlled from an app on her phone that she set up and then hid months before. She'd almost forgotten it was there.

"Okay, little guy. Time to see what you can do."

Kneeling in the middle of her bed, Bri awkwardly slips the thing into place. She feels a bit silly, but once it's secure, she decides the gentle pressure of the grip is actually quite comfortable. She loads up the app and quickly finds the settings to execute a generic, pre-programmed routine. She sets the timer to 12 minutes and hits run.

"Ooh!" The thing comes to life, buzzing very gently to vibrate her, inside and out. It's a bit weak... She slides an intensity bar from a very gentle 1 up to 4 out of 10 and gasps as the buzzing toy responds, now much stronger. "Oh... fuck yes. That's gonna be good. Okay. Okay. Now for the magic."

Sitting with her legs straight out before her, Bri says the magic word, "Faffamoo." An inky black substance appeared around her ankles, forming perfect strands of smooth-as-silk ropes around and between her limbs. It's snug, but not too tight, and sure enough inescapable.

"Faffamoo." She says again, trying very hard to remember that intent matters. A second length of cord appears around her thighs, lashing her legs together above the knee. The vibrations seem to grow stronger as her legs come together, and Bri shudders, eager to surrender completely to the toy for ten minutes.

She rolls onto her belly, clasping her hands behind her back to repeat the process to her arms at the wrists and above the elbows, grunting a little as she's **** to actually strain a little to get into the pose in the first place. I'll need to work on my flexibility a little bit.

Finally, as the vibrator is starting to become genuinely distracting, she hurries up. Bending her legs to being her feet to her hands, she uses the spell to hogtie herself. Then, after one deep breath and a quick reminder that the spell will not last more than ten minutes, she says the word a final time. "Faffamoo-mphf."

Thrilled that it actually works how she hoped, Bri's last use of the spell forms a heavy, vaguely phallic gag between her teeth and filling her mouth. It locks tightly around her face. She wants this because the bondage will only be truly satisfying for her if she can't get herself back out of it. She tries to banish the gag, "Ffffffnnn." Nothing happens.

She's helpless.

Satisfied, she relaxed fully against the tight restraints she's conjured for herself, knowing she is genuinely and properly bound. There's nothing she can do but breathe and wiggle, pulling excitedly against her tight bonds, as the vibrator continues to buzz and tease away at her most sensitive places.

"Fffkh" She nearly comes on the spot as the total helplessness sets in. It's intoxicatingly profound. A perfect first experience. Being so tightly bound seems to press the vibrator against her clit in the most enjoyable way, because as she lets go of thoughts of trying to escape and embraces her well-earned captivity, the vibration seems to be significantly stronger than it was when she first put it on.

Rolling onto her side, she strains to peek at the phone screen. Eyes widening, she realizes her mistake. The routine isn't static. She'd set it at a 4 but now the screen shows 6, and from the faded projection of the routine she hadn't noticed before, it's going to hit 10 soon and stay there.

Already, after perhaps one minute of 4 and 5, Bri is breathing heavily, starting to feel the early signs of a building orgasm, and the intensity is already about as high as she usually prefers when she plays with her other handheld vibrator. She isn't sure she'll be able to handle this thing getting much stronger, and for another 8 minutes or more? Fuck. This isn't right.

"Fffffnnn!" she tries again to no effect. "FFKH!" Her orgasm rips through her unexpectedly, causing her to groan into her gag and tremble helplessly in the grip of her spirit cords. The vibrator doesn't let up. It continues to buzz and buzz as she writhes helplessly on her bed and the promise of another orgasm already looms over her. It's fun now but Bri knows there's no way she'll enjoy this for ten whole minutes. But there's nothing she can do. No loose ends to pull on, no failsafe. Nothing to do but wait it out. To endure.

Bri can't remember any time she was ever more turned on and she'd done it to herself by mistake. She wants out. Wants to quit, but knows with certainty that she cannot. She got what she wanted: genuine helplessness, safe and sound in her room.