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Surprised By My Kinky Neighbor

Published on Friday, April 21, 2017

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Editor's note: See the accompany story Surprising Our Kinky Neighbor.


When I found out about self bondage on the Internet, I learned how to engage in it safely, and it became an addicting, pleasurable habit of mine. At the time I got into it, I had a roommate, which ended up being part of the thrill. That's to say, even though I'm straight, and not sexually attracted to other women, I still liked to get off on the fantasy of being caught in self bondage by her, especially if I was caught by her boyfriend as well.

The possibility of getting caught by them was so overwhelmingly arousing that I couldn't help but to fantasize about it. But I also fantasized about other people catching me in the act. One of the gardeners in our apartment complex. A maintenance worker. The UPS guy. Really anybody. As silly and unsafe as this sounds, it got to the point where I started to unlock our door just before putting myself into self bondage. I found the otherwise irrational act of unlocking the door to be very arousing, and it excited me to think that somebody would let themselves inside to take advantage of me sexually while I was otherwise tied and helpless to do anything about it.

It was a silly notion to do this because who's going to know that my door is unlocked, and even if somebody noticed, who would be bold enough to let themselves inside? Still, I continued to unlock our door to add to the sexual tension.

I very well remember the day that my roommate Debra left her cell phone at home one day because I figured she'd come back to get it, and I decided to put myself into self bondage on the outside chance that she'd finally discover how kinky I am.

I was just about finished taking a shower when Debra stepped into the bathroom to let me know that she was leaving to spend the night at her boyfriend's place. This was something she did pretty regularly at about the same time every Friday in the late afternoon. Unless I was going out on a date, which I would do about half the time on Friday evenings, Debra leaving to be with her boyfriend was my cue to have some self bondage fun.

Debra had only been gone about 5 minutes when I got out of the shower to unlock the door before my usual session of self bondage. That's when I heard her cell phone ringing from her own bathroom, which was next to her own bedroom, and which also served as our guest bathroom. My bathroom was in the master bedroom, which is the one I used since the apartment was really mine.

Just before it stoppped ringing, I got into her bathroom in enough time to see that her boyfriend was calling her. Of course, I just let the call go to voicemail.

Without giving it another thought, I quickly unlocked the door just as I usually did to make my self bondage  more exciting, and I raced back to my bedroom. I was pretty sure that Debra would come back home to get her cell phone, but I wasn't at all sure when she might come back. Logically, it would be soon, so I quickly did what I would usually do by first securing my ankles to the bottom corners of the bed so that my legs were spread apart, and I laid down on the bed after blindfolding myself. I was completely naked.

Because I wanted Debra to know that I was restraining myself versus having a boyfriend of mine do it, I had the forethought to wait until she got back home to finish my self bondage. Like I usually did anyway, I left my bedroom door wide open, and even though you couldn't see into my bedroom from our front door, which was the only door we had, Debra would have a good chance to see me when she got her cell phone.

For those of you who don't know it, it's not at all unsual for your senses to be heightened when a blindfold is otherwise keeping you in the dark. Sure enough, as expected, and as I was listening for it anyway, I heard what sounded like Debra's key turning to lock on the deadbolt. I thought to myself, "If only she knew that the door was already unlocked."

Even though I coudn't really hear Debra stepping into my bedroom, I could sense her presence, and I was pretty sure I coud hear her breathing as if she had gotten aroused by what she had discovered. I was certainly aroused by the discovery. That was my cue to finish my self bondage by reaching up to each of my self-tying wrist restraints as I had pretty expertly learned how to do to secure my arms apart above my head so that my naked body was spread eagle.

Naturally, as prepared beforehand, the strap securing my right wrist was loose enough so that I could free myself later on by pulling the wrist restraint to my mouth to help inch my right wrist free from its restraint. It had taken some practice to get it right, and excluding a couple of close calls, I was always able to free myself from the self bondage.

Not much longer after that excitement, Debra got her own apartment, and we remained friends without a word of what had happened. I sometimes wonder if my mind had played tricks on me to make me think that Debra had discovered my self bondage kink, and had never actually known about it. After all, a blindfold can make your mind's eye see, and even feel things that are never actually happening.

One thing is for certain, though, and that's to say, the next time I was discovered in self bondage, it was most definitely real.

One early evening just after sunset when it had gotten dark about a month after Debra had moved into her own place, I was happily engaged in a particularly vivid blindfolded self bondage session after having once again left my door unlocked to add to the sexual tension. The obvious reason it was so vivid had very little to do with my imagiation, and practically eveything to do with the reality of actually being discovered in self bondage.

It took me a little while for me to realize what had happened, and by then my naked and bound body was aching to be sexually ravished. At first I only thought that somebody was lightly touching me all over because I had thought this many times before when nobody was actually touching me at all thanks to my vivid imagination.

But then the touching seemed to increase in its intensity, and it also seemed as if more then one person was touching me. Not only touching me, but kissing and licking me as well.

It slowly dawned on me that not only had I been discovered in self bondage, but I was being taken advantage as well.

One thing among many about her sexy body that we really liked were her feet. She had perfectly pedicured toes, nice high arches, and her soles were wonderfully wrinkled, and exceptionally soft.

Not long after my partner and I began to touch, and lightly tickle her more obviously, especially when she and I started doing it together, we could see that her mind was racing with what were surely thoughts that she was no longer alone. Her breathing became heavier, and she started to moan a little. It was enough to show her pleasure.

"Is that you Debra?" I finally asked in a very nervous tone of voice. I was pretty sure that Debra had let herself into my place, and as I also saw in my mind's eye, I fantasized that she had brought her boyfriend.

But it wasn't Debra's voice who answered. Another woman's voice did. "As long as you're enjoying what's being done to you right now, then the answer is yes. Otherwise, let your mind's eye see what it wants, and let your imagination feel what you'd like to feel."

I couldn't help but gasp out loud with excitement, but I was tongue tied to say anything.

"If you want us to stop, we will," another woman's voice chimed in to say. "Otherwise, let's not say anything more to each other unless you object to anything we do, and we'll have some really naughty fun together."

It suddenly dawned on me that Debra hadn't come back to my place, but two other women had. Even though my mind raced with questions, I happily, but nervously followed their lead to stay silent. I have to admit that the pleasure they were giving to me was more than desired and addicting. I wanted more. I moaned out loud in an approving sigh to let them know that I wanted them to continue.

I found it incredibly arousing when they gently, but firmly pulled my naked and bound body taut as they made sure that I was tied down tightly and well to the point of being effectively immobilized. I was most definitely not going to be able to free myself without their help. I was literally tied and helpless to stop them from having their way with me, which made it even more arousing.

Nontheless, I instinctively pulled at my restraints, and struggled to resist their sexual domination, but the more I struggled in my restraints, and objected with my body language, the more aroused and excited I got.

Having many times before laid out my favorite sex toys on the bed in the hope of one day having them used to get me off, but never having that fantasy fulfilled before, I was happily at their mercy when they took full advantage of having caught me in self bondage.

For the next hour or so they repeatedly induced multiple forced orgasms from my naked and bound body until I could climax no more. I was like a rag doll afterward, and even after they had freed me from the restraints, I could barely move a muscle.

They took full advantage of that as well by gently flipping me over onto my stomach to restrain me spread eagle once again.

"Unless there's a need," one of them explained, "you're not to speak. We're the only ones allowed to talk."

It was then that they spanked me for having been "such a naughty girl" for having engaged in a blindfolded self bondage session behind an unlocked door.

I was surprised by how wet the spanking made me especially since there were times when it hurt more than I woud have liked. But for whatever reason it turned out that the spanking really turned me on. The more they spanked me against my will as I cried out every time it hurt me more than I wanted, the more turned on I got. I found the whole thing confusing, but also very, very hot.

Whoever these women are, they obvioiusly planned my sexual ravishment well. Very thorough in their planning, too. After freeing my right wrist so that I could free myself after they left, I found a typewritten note that included an anonymous email address they shared between them, and which also included an invitation to do more of the same whenever I wanted.

I took full advantage of their invitation for me to engage in blindfolded self bondage sessions for them, and we've been playing pretty regularly ever since. The only thing I know about them is that they live in my complex, which has hundreds of units in different sections, and I've become their "dirty little slut" as they like to affectionately call me. Not just theirs, but that of at least four or five other lesbian couples, most of whom I've been told live in our complex.

I have to say that this particular group of lesbian couples are expecially kinky because they love to play with me in small groups. Not just threesomes, which is now more of a rarity than the 6 or 8 who usually show up at the same time.

I've been told that I'm the only straight woman in their group, and that I'm only one of a small handful of subs as most of them are dominant. All of the other subs have been tied up with me at some point, and even though I haven't actually seen any of these women while we've played, it's naughtily exciting to know that I surely see them in our complex. They're just very discreet about it, and never even give me any hints that they're one of the women who comes over to play.

One of the reasons that I happily continue being their sub other than the obvious reasons is that this fun little group of lesbians are especially discreet about never revealing to any man in our complex what goes on behind closed doors. Even my ex roommate Debra never told her boyfriend. That's pretty discreet.

This story was submitted anonymously.

Editor's note: See the accompany story Surprising Our Kinky Neighbor.

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