Self Bound and Found

Linda knew, she just knew. She could feel it. Roughly thirteen days before her next period, her breasts were feeling heavy and tender, her senses of smell and taste seemed sharper, and holy hell did she feel sexy. Tonight was the night, she had no doubt in her mind. Tonight was the night she and Frank would conceive their final child.

She knew Frank wasn't as enthusiastic this time around. He had enjoyed life since the kids had moved out. He was ready to move on the next phase of his life. He was doing this for Linda. She knew it and she loved him for it. She would make this one special for him. She would let Frank take his bondage kink to a whole new level. Tonight, when he got home, he would find her bound and gagged. He would find her completely at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to her and she couldn't do a thing to stop him. Not that she would want to.

Linda leans against the wall, eyes closed, and lets out a long desirous breath. God, she was getting wet just thinking about it. She was so fucking horny!

She slowly opens her eyes again, a big smile across her bright cherry red lips. She looks at herself once more in the full length mirror in the corner of their bedroom. She looked GOOD!

Thigh high stockings covered most of her shapely legs, held up by a lacy garter belt. There were no panties, her impeccably well trimmed muff would be exposed to the world. With being bound up she didn't want to slow him down dealing with her panties. A tight corset that ran from just under her breasts to just below her belly button hugged her tummy, accentuating her already impressive curves. Her long blonde hair was done up big with lots of hairspray, just like she used to wear it back in the early nineties. She chuckled to herself, Frank would remember this hair style. Her make up was put on far heavier than normal. Her plump cherry red lips accompanied, blush, highlights, dark smoky eye shadow and long mascaraed lashes. Her long sharp nails had a color that matched her lips. Her smile grows. She looked like a fucking whore and she absolutely loved it. And so would Frank.

On her ankles and wrists were thick tightly fitted leather cuffs with shiny metal O rings for binding. She would be putting those to use today. She also wore a collar, it too had a ring for a rope or bond or leash, but she wore this just for show today.

She lets out a girlish giggle. She was getting butterflies in her stomach. This was all so exciting.

Just so it wasn't too easy for him to find her she had set everything up in one of the spare bedrooms. Through out the house she had left little post-it notes for him. The one just inside the front door read "Find me." Others put up here and there throughout the house read things like "Way off", "Colder", "Warmer", "Getting Close", "You're on the right track" and "Almost there". Finally, on the headboard of the bed where she would be bound she had a much larger paper sign reading "Fuck Me!".

As silly as it was, making him finding her a little game just tickled Linda. It was so playful and fun. She knew her husband would immediately pick up on the intention of the game. She just imagined Frank desperately looking through the house for her. Peeling off his jacket and pulling off his tie as he searched for her, seeing her little signs as he went. She presses her thighs together. She resists touching herself, her sex was alight with a warm glow. She wanted her desire at a frenzied peak by the time Frank found her.

Gah! She wanted to touch herself so bad. Her pussy screamed for attention.

"Ah..." She says out loud. "...it's early...but I'm doing it!"

She was going to bind herself now. It was an hour early but the wait would only make it better. And it would ensure she couldn't cheat in the meantime. Linda takes one more look at her self in the mirror. She grabs both her big heavy tits in her hands and give them a squeeze. She lets them go suddenly to watch them drop and bounce back into shape. She nodded approvingly, not too bad for a woman her age. Turning her back to it she looks over her shoulder and gives her round bottom a hard spank. Smack!

She then walk confidently to the room where it would happen.

She looks at the note posted on the door. "Come in". She enters the room and closes the door behind her. The spare bedroom had been one of her children's but they had long ago moved their stuff out and converted it into a guest room. It was plain, but clean and decorated in good taste.

She looks at the double bed. It was made with the blankets and sheets tucked in tight. Coming from three of the stout wooden corner posts of the bed were loops of strong silk rope. On the final post, where her right arm would be bound, was a set handcuffs. One end clamped around the post, barely reaching around, the other sitting open. Resting atop the headboard just within reach was the small key for the cuffs. She was kinky but she wasn't crazy. If she needed to get out for any reason she had a way to escape. If required she could reach up and grab the key and unlock manacle around to post to free her one hand. In the center of the bed was her latex ball gag. This last one was a new purchase and she knew her husband would love it. She'd chosen a gag that would fit comfortably in her mouth but still stop her from talking. It even had a hole through it for breathing.

She hesitates only a moment before striding quickly to the bed. Taking up the gag she opens her mouth wide and positions it, trying not to smear to much of the lipstick in the process. She bites down and arranges it so that it was comfortable. She then threads the strap of the gag around the back of her head, careful not to mess up her perfectly poofed hair. She had already prepared everything so the gag fit just right.

She sits down on the bed. Turning she centers herself on the mattress and without a pause she begins to fasten the bond that sat ready for her left ankle. Despite getting ready so early she was in a hurry. She was impatient to get things started. The bond is snug and she moves on to her right ankle and does the same. Sitting up she peers down her legs. She had left herself very little wiggle room. She would be tied down spread eagle, both her legs and arms spread wide. She gives each bond a quick tug...nothing budges. Perfect.

Lying back she reaches over and fastens her left wrist in the same way. It was a bit more difficult since she could only really use one hand, but she manages it. Linda takes a deep breath. This was it...the final limb. She already felt so helpless just bound as she was. God how she wanted to reach down to play with pleading pussy. She shakes her head and bolsters her resolve. No, she had to wait for Frank.

With a confidence that belied her nervousness she quickly places her wrist into the final restraint, the handcuff, and with a flick of her fingers it clacks firmly around her wrist. As she lay there she could feel a flush come to her face and chest and groin. Gah! This feeling of helplessness...it was so erotic!

She tests each bond one at a time and then all at once. She was bound good and tight. Despite how arousing this was to her there is a brief moment of panic. She reaches up with her right hand and grabs the key off of the top of the headboard. Key in hand she puts it into the keyhole for the cuff around the post but doesn't turn it. She breaths a sigh of relief. Yeah...it was okay, she had an escape option. She pulls the key back out and places it back on top of the headboard...or at least she tries.

Not being able to see the spot she places the key too far back on the very narrow ledge she had to work with. As she releases the key she feels it slide off the other side of the headboard. She tries to grasp for it but it is too late. She listens as the key clanks down between the headboard and the wall to land on the floor behind her.

Her eyes widen in panic. SHIT!

She struggles, this time for real, trying to pull one or more limbs free.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" She cries out nervously.

It was no use. The solid hardwood posts don't even creak to her efforts. True fear begins to set in.

"MMMMMPH!"

It takes her a moment...but she finally settles. Closing her eyes she takes a long deep breath. She reminds herself that she was safe. The doors were locked. And that her husband would be home in an hour or so. A few more breaths and she is calm once more.

Not just calm, but happy!

As she lay there, now TRULY helpless and bound...she feels her already aroused body kick into a whole new gear. Looking down she could see her nipples hardening. She could feel her pussy wetter and more aroused. Her breathing picks up. She had never been hornier or more ready to be fucked. She lets out a low chuckle through the gag. Gah! This hour would feel like an eternity! Oh how ready would she be for Frank when he finally arrives.

She is then surprised to hear the front door slam closed. Her head snaps to the side to look at the bedside clock. If it was Frank he was very early. And...and it would have to be Frank. Only Frank and the kids had keys to the house, and the kids all lived out of town. It had to be Frank.

"Mmmmm." She hums approvingly. Yes! Frank got off early today! She wouldn't have to wait after all.

She waits impatiently for her husband to find her. She had never been more ready for him in her life.