A busty brunette experimenting with self bondage

Like a delectable syrup, Sandra is spread across the bed. She is bound to it, face up but inverted. Loops of rope secure her ankles to either side of her head board. Rope of the same type pulls her handcuffed wrists towards the foot of her bed. The library science major has shed most of her conservative garments and now wears only pantyhose and a thin blouse.

And rope. There is a lot of rope, including an elaborately knotted crotch-harness pressing tight into her nylon covered genitals. The masturbatory rope must be anchored to the bed under her butt because you can see it dig deeper into her soft womanhood as she squirms with embarrassment. Wisps of her tart arousal tickle your nose. She lied about being wet. Atop her chest and nestled between her magnificent breasts, a large water bottle still mostly filled with a large chunk of ice slowly drips what must be very cold water onto her cotton blouse. The white fabric is soaked to the point of being partially transparent and clings enviously tight to her braless bosom. Under the tight cloth, you can see clothespins cruelly pinching her stiff nipples. A small key is barely visible in the bottle of ice between her breasts. It is attached to weak thread that tethers it to her wrists.

You step into the room and realize you were holding your breath. The poor predicamented maiden peaks out at you while trying to hide her blushing face behind her arm. "I wa-was reading online," she stammers, "and I tried something."

You hear that lone bip again, and your attention is drawn to it's source. A small basin, which likely held the bottle of ice, has tipped over and spilled a puddle that reached one of Vivian's water sensors.

Following your gaze, Sandra explains, "the ice was taking too long to melt, so I pulled the bottle over here to warm it up, but it was still taking too long." She speaks quickly and is probably a little distraught by the experience. You give her hand a reassuring squeeze, and the bound woman calms down after a few breaths.

"Yes, you did something very naughty," you save with a joking smile. "And you need to be punished."

She groans, still very embarrassed but seems to have been relaxed by your cavalier attitude.

"Now, twisting you onto your side would pull you taut against your bonds, but it would allow me to spank your misbehaving behind. On the other hand, I'm sure there are plenty of devious things I could do with those cute little nipple clamps."

She looks at her pinched nipples and her cheeks turn a shade redder as she realizes they're visible through her wet shirt. Then she squirms and out lets a slow moan while imagining just what you could do with those clothespins.

You loom over her. "But I have something much harsher in mind for you." She opens her mouth to protest but no words come out. Pausing for dramatic effect, you lean closer until she can feel your breath on her ear and whisper "I'm going to untie you."

"That's not a..." she shakily lies before swallowing hard. Though her rational side is glad your rescuing her a significant part of her considers such an abrupt end to her fun a punishment.

You step back to loosen the knot anchoring her handcuffs, only to realize there isn't one. The rope simply emerges from under Sandra's mattress loops around the chain between her wrists than disappears under the mattress again. Well, that kind of brings your plans to a screeching halt. You awkwardly scratch your head, then give the secretive cord a few gentle tugs, but it gives up nothing.

"Hhhh," Sandra lets out a trembling breath before informing you "All the ropes are linked to the harness around my, um, vagina." She murmurs the last word under her breath like she's afraid someone will hear her using such a dirty word. "I figured it be easy to untie," she adds, "since my hands would already be down there." The ever so demure maid presses herself into the bed no doubt wishing it will swallow her whole.