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Emma was tired, no, exhausted would be more accurate.  It was nearly four o’clock in the
morning yet sleep was the last thing on her mind.  She had not moved all night yet her
arms and legs were telling her that she had been on a cross-trainer at the gym
continuously for several hours.  Of course such a thing would be impossible.  For a start
the gym shut at ten, and secondly there were safeguards that prevented you from using the
machine for more than thirty minutes without a rest.  Emma was not at the gym.  She was
lying on the floor in the lounge of her parents’ home, naked and hog-tied, a ball gag
preventing anything but the faintest of mews.  The house was empty of all other living
beings.  Her parents were away for the weekend, due home in a few hours.  The thought of
being found by them was the only thing on her mind, that and the desperate search of a
means of escape.  The feint intermittent buzzing at her groin was the only distraction.

There had been no break-in, no intruder, it was all her own fault.

Emma had been tying herself up since childhood.  Why?  She was not sure.  It started out
as a game.  She would imagine some outlandish story of kidnapping and act out the scene
ending with her inevitable escape.  At first it was all too easy.  Her experiments
developed her bondage making it more and more secure yet she had always been able to
escape.  She only used rope, there were no locks or complicated release mechanisms.  As a
child she had been fully clothed when bound.  It was only after puberty that sex became
part of the scenario.  At sixteen she had overcome her parents’ safety precautions and
navigated through the adult web sites.  Her techniques had refined.  Now at nearly
nineteen she had a job and credit cards, although she still lived with her parents.  She
had been able to buy toys like the gag in her mouth.  The latest toy had been the cause of
her predicament.  

She had bought her first vibrator while still at school.  At seventeen she had easily
passed for an adult and just went casually into a shop and bought it.  She had learned
about pleasuring herself, by trial and error and avid reading.  Tying herself up made her
horny, but until this fateful night reaching orgasm in bondage had eluded her.  

While pleasuring herself she had her legs wide open.  Her bondage usually involved tying
her legs together.  She had tried all sorts of ways to get the vibrator to stimulate her
when bound from tying it to her, to lying on top of it.  With her legs together it had
always been the same: nice but no orgasm.  She had always finished herself off once free. 


She had waited patiently for this evening.  The little remote controlled vibrator
snuggled right up against her clit, the crupper holding it in place.  The slow deliberate
tying including the mouth filling gag.  It took time to get things right but that did not
matter.  The anticipation had been intoxicating.

At first she had been disappointed.  Her body did not seem to be reacting to the
stimulation.  She started grinding her pussy against the floor but it made little
difference.  She turned the thing up higher.  Yes that felt better but still no orgasm. 
She had been going to give up when suddenly her body started to shake uncontrollably.  It
took her by surprise.  The feelings came quickly.  She wanted to stop them, to savour the
moment, but could not reach her pussy with her hands behind her back.  She had dropped the
remote and could not see it.  Her body was out of her control.  It was wonderful.  She was
going to climax and nothing was going to stop it.  Her wrists pulled in her bonds but she
was not trying to escape.  She wanted that feeling of helplessness.  She gasped as the
climax overtook her helpless body.

So tonight she had had her first climax in bondage, and her second, and third, and fourth
and ... she had lost count.  Her groin felt like it had been pummeled.  The pleasure had
turned into torture.  The dream had turned into a nightmare and here she was bound naked
and helpless on the lounge floor.

Why had she not left a pair of scissors or knife handy?  Because she had never needed
them.  Even after she had learned the technique of the hog-tie cinch she had always been
able to control the situation so that there had been enough slack to free herself.  She
had done it dozens of times before.  So what went wrong?  The climax, of course.  As she
passed the point of no return her body tensed and bucked.  Her legs jerked violently
pulling the cinch beyond her ability to release it.  She had not realised it at first,
being to busy reveling in the amazing sensations.  The second orgasm had reached even
greater heights.  It was only when the sensations began to hurt that she realised the
predicament she was in.  She could not free her hand, the cinch was holding the rope fast,
not allowing her to gain the necessary slack.  She had thrashed about even more wildly as
panic took over.  She had rolled onto the remote control and crushed it.  The rest of the
night had been a haze of pain and frustration as the pocket rocket buried deep inside her
kept vibrating away.  Mercifully the battery had now run out but she had been tied up now
for over eight hours.  No wonder she was exhausted.

A sound made her start.  She struggled to look at the clock on the mantelpiece.  Eight! 
Her parents were due back around eight!  Where had those hours gone?

“She must be already up,” a familiar voice said in the hallway.  “Emma?”

Emma’s mews were not very audible.  She was not convinced that she wanted them to be
heard.  If the ground would only open up and swallow her.

“Emma, are you in here?”

Emma could not bring herself to look up.  She heard the expected gasp, but the expected
freedom did not quickly follow.

“Audrey!  Audrey, you will want to see this.”

It was Emma’s turn to gasp, as best she could.

“Audrey, your daughter has inherited your love of bondage.  Look she’s got herself
stuck.”

There was a sound that Emma could not define.  She thought it was from her mother.  Was
it horror or something else?

“She looks exhausted.  How long have you been like this?”

“She can’t answer, she’s gagged herself,” her father answered for her.