Trying Hogtying

The first thing Silvia did was prop up her phone. She might want it for later.

Next she selected a proper outfit. She wanted to explore the fantasy of a powerful business woman brought low, so she decided on a white bra and panty set with professional pantyhose. It wasn't too strange to wear something so little; it just felt like she was getting dressed for another meeting. The desire of what she was actually about to do thrummed in the back of her mind, however, and the knowledge that she'd would wear so little during it sent a surge of excitement up her spine.

She started with securing her legs, using a thin white rope that popped starkly against the dark nylon. She tied her ankles securely together. Then the curious woman tied something a bit like a climbing harness around her crotch, getting it nice and tight until the web of rope dug pleasingly into her soft flesh. Her cooch harness and ankle bondage were of the same rope with only about a foot of slack between them.

She tied herself little bracelets next, simple wraps around each wrist that had an errant loop dangling free. These she hooked together behind her back with the shackle of her luggage lock. With a bit of wiggling she was able to catch the rope between her harness and ankle tie, tethering everything together with a simple click of her lock. She moaned in pathetic arousal at the sound of her freedom being snatched away.

Silvia wiggled against her ropes. It was her first real try at bondage (the simple rope-cuffs last night didn't count). Some of her measurements were off; things were a bit tighter than she planned. She was **** to arch her back a little to get the lock in place. _But it wasn't too uncomfortable_ she thought with a smile as she writhed to test the full range of her very limited movement. _And it was certainly better than tying something too loose._

Now she just had to escape. She knew the combination to her three-digit lock, but had no way to see what numbers she was inputting. She tried a random combination and tugged. It held firm and pulled on her crotch harness. She shifted the right most number once, then tried again. This time she moaned as her efforts again pressed the rope firmly into her loins. She kept working the menial nature of her task excited her almost as much as the tug on her moistening cunt she'd have to do each time she checked a combination.

After ten clicks of the right digit, she turned the middle one and started the process over again. Each attempt pulled her loins, simultaneously providing a twinge of pleasure and reminding her she was still trapped. It was enthralling and oddly calming. Euphoria dripped from her womanhood, and there was nothing she could do but complete her meditative task.

For a time she was lost in this space that was both thrilling and relaxing, but each attempt on the lock tugged at a need with in her. Soon the helpless executive couldn't reist the need to orgasm. But how was she to cum in her strict bondage? Silvia squirmed trying to get her fingers to her wet slit with no real success. She yanked directly on her crotch rope, but that didn't quite cause as much pleasure as she wanted.

Seeking more pleasure, her eyes darted desperately about the room until they settled on the long firm shaft of the table leg. Silvia bit her lip nervously; she couldn't believe she was considering this. But there was a carnal need deep within her gripping her, and she knew it had already won.

Awkwardly, yet focused on her task, Silvia shuffled her wet cunt towards the table leg. She had to wriggle and writhe for every inch of movement, but it would be worth it. The anticipation built within her as the wooden pole brushed her inner thigh. And finally, after an eternity, her crotch kissed the firm shaft. The bound woman wantonly rubbed against it, delighting in the contrasting textures of rope and wood against her loins. She bucked wildly slide up and down the table leg until it was slick with her juices.

It didn't take long for the orgasm to build within Silvia, but it came like a freight train. Overtaken by pleasure, her back arched as she strained against restraints. Her folded legs twitched; her eyes rolled up, and she screamed out with **** passion she didn't know she.

After several seconds of euphoric after glow, she got back to work. Panted but content, Silvia resumed methodically checking combinations.

Yet as the delight faded, boredom threatened to creep into her thoughts. A part of her wanted to escape quickly so she could try something new, but the lock held firm. She tried another combination, and another; the lock held firm. Doubt slithered slowly into her mind; what if she hadn't been as thorough as she'd thought. She kept trying combinations, but the lock refused to open. Would she have try every number again? She could be bound for hours.

As futile as it seemed, Silvia kept trying combinations, obviously with no success. It tugged at her loins with each attempt. Maybe the lock was broken. Would she be **** to spend her whole vacation wriggling around in this strict bondage? Images of her crawling on her belly like a helpless worm as she tried to live her life filled her mind: curled up on the floor to watch TV, wiggling about pathetically in the kitchen as she prepared her food. Absently, her hands kept working through combinations as she indulged her twisted fantasy. Who would eventually find her in her exposed and lustful state? Humiliation and vulnerability teased her terribly. She had to fight the urge to not pant wantonly.

The lock opened.

Her bonds went slack. It was rather disappointing. Clearly, she didn't actually want her vacation (or perhaps life) to be ruined by such an indelible disaster. But letting her imagination run wild like that was so enthralling. A significant part of her had wished that the lock had held out for longer, so that she could let despair and helplessness truely overpower her.

The recently-released executive reached for her phone, smiling mischievously to herself. It had been recording the whole time. As she saved the video, she wondered if it would show her carnal desperation. Would her delight and fantasizing at the possibility of being permanently trapped in her predicament be evident on her face? Regardless, the recording of her perversion would do great for the next step of her game.