That video gave me the idea to try something similar, so I ordered the delivery of a new sex toy. I also prepared in advance a typed note for the delivery driver.

It read, "Dear Courier, I may be tied up, and unable to answer the door when you arrive. If you can please let yourself inside, and bring the package to my upstairs bedroom, a great reward will be yours for the taking. Thank you."

No doubt, the letter was provocative, which I hoped would plainly elicit a sexual interest or a desire in the courier, but if it provoked a negatively strong reaction in the courier because they might be overly conservative, they could be offended. I hoped for the best, but I prepared myself for the worst just in case I got into trouble.

I should point out that I have a lot of experience with self bondage, and I've gotten very good at it. Unlike the woman in the video I mentioned, the self bondage I engage in with padded faux fur restraints are precisely fashioned to insure the tightest fit. Because I've only engaged in self bondage by myself without a backup partner to free me if needed, I always leave the strap to my right restraint loose enough so that I can use my mouth, and teeth to free my right wrist restraint.

To keep things discreet, I won't mention the company that usually makes deliveries where I live, but it has a great app that gives up to the minute delivery information. Pretty much without fail, deliveries to my house are at the end of the day for deliveries because of where I live. On busy days, deliveries will get to me at about 8:30 p.m. On slow days, they can get to me as early as 4:30 p.m. or even sooner.

On the day of my expected delivery, the estimated time was 8:15 p.m. About 30 minutes or so before that time, I was able to track the driver as they got closer, and closer to my house.

I had no idea if anything would happen, but I prepared myself for the best outcome by taking a really long bath. I had also given myself a mani-pedi just two days before my expected delivery.

After getting out of my bath, I set the ambience of my bedroom by lighting a bunch of candles, and some incense. Then I taped my typed note for the delivery driver in a prominent place on my screen door. The delivery app showed the driver to be 12 minutes away.

After stretching on the bed to restrain my ankles to opposite corners of the bed, and after I restrained my left wrist, the app on my iPhone next to me showed that the driver was 4 minutes away. I then pulled the blindfold down from my forehead to cover my eyes. Rather than push, and inch my right wrist all the way through the wrist restraint, I simply hung onto it with my fingers in case I needed to quickly free myself.

Then I heard my iPhone beep a message to me, and it made me wonder if I had gotten a notice that my package had been delivered. Since my right wrist was already effectively free, I pulled my hand over to my face, and I pushed the blindfold onto my forehead again. When I looked down at my iPhone, sure enough, I read the message that let me know my package had been delivered.

I figured that the delivery driver had either missed my note, or they had read it, and ignored my message for them to come upstairs to the bedroom. But when I suddenly heard somebody coming up the stairs, I pulled the blindfold over my eyes again, and I quickly reached up, and over with my right hand to push, and inch my right wrist in through the restraint.

A moment later I head a woman's voice say with amusement, "She really IS tied up! That note was for real!"

Then a man's voice chimed in to say, "Take a picture, and text it to me. I wanna see."

"Just come over," I heard her reply. "You need to come over right now!"

"On my way!" He exclaimed. "Don't untie her yet, I wanna see it for myself."

"Okay, but hurry," she told him.

Then she asked me, "You don't mind if my boyfriend comes over to see you tied up, do you hun?"

Flabbergasted by what I had just heard, I could barely contain myself.

"I thought a deliveryman was going to come up here," I told her. "I wasn't expecting a woman."

"Sorry to disappoint," she laughed. "My boyfriend was supposed to make this delivery," she explained, "but I filled in for him when he couldn't make his shift. Both of us deliver packages, but he's been super busy with other work at a law firm."

"A law firm?" I asked. "Is he like an attorney or something?"

"Yeah," she told me. "He just passed the bar, and I'm hoping to pass it later this year."

"Ohhh, that tickles!" I suddenly blurted out while she was tickling the sole of my left foot.

"You have really nice feet," she told me. "My boyfriend has a foot fetish, too, so he's going to love your feet! I couldn't help myself. I mean, you're tied and helpless right now, and your feet are just too tempting to pass up. It seems that you like being tickled."

"Yes, I like it," I admitted, "and you're really good at it, too."

"Then I hope you'll like this," she told me just before taking the big toe of my left foot into her mouth to suck it.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "That feels incredible!"

"I'm glad you like it," she told me. "It sure gets me wet!"

"I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me," I told her.

"You're not exactly letting me," she laughed, "although your note did give me consent."

"Leave it to an attorney to know that kind of stuff," I giggled.

"Not quite an attorney yet," she reminded me, "but close enough."

"I guess I could take away my consent," I playfully told her.

"You could," she acknowledged, "but then, that's not what you're doing. Admit it, you wanted this to happen."

"Okay, counselor, yes," I admitted. "I wanted this to happen, although I had no idea that a woman would find me like this. I guess that means you're bi, right?"

"I am," she told me, "but you're not, or are you?"

"I never thought of myself as bi," I told her, "but what you're doing to my feet is amazingly pleasurable, so maybe I am bi."

"You could be, but you might not be," she replied. "Just because you like having a woman worship your feet doesn't mean that you're bi. It just means that you like having your feet worshiped."

"Do you like having your feet worshiped?" I asked.

"I love it!" She exclaimed.

"You certainly have great nails," I told her while giving a nod to her perfectly manicured fingernails.

"Thank you," she replied. "I give myself regular pedicures, too."

"I've love to see them," I told her.

"But I want to take a shower first. I've been in these leather boots all day long," she told me.

"Feel free," I told her while pointing to the bathroom. "I have a quest towel in there for you to use."

"Thanks," she smiled. "Don't mind if I do."

"I'll still be here when you get out," I added with a laugh.

"I'm counting on it, and so is my boyfriend who should be here any minute," she replied.

A couple of minutes after she hopped into the shower, sure enough, her boyfriend stepped into the room to introduce himself.

"She's in the shower?" He asked about her.

"She just stepped in a couple of minutes ago," I answered.

"Do you mind if I take a shower?" He asked.

"Please feel free," I told him. "She's using one of the guest towels, but there are two more guests towels in there as well."

"Thank you," He replied.

I was somewhat surprised that the three of us were talking as if we had played before, as if we were regular friends with benefits. From the youthful sounds of their voices, I guessed that they were in their late 20s, which would make me almost twice their age at 45. It turned out that Marlene and Tommy are actually 34 and 35 respectively, so we were closer in age than I had thought. They had guessed I was maybe in my late 30s.

When they returned from the bathroom together, Marlene momentarily lifted up my blindfold so that she could show off her perfectly pedicured toes. I was attracted to them right away. I was glad that she placed her toes on my lips when she laid next to me so that I could take them into my mouth to suck them. At the same time, with both of her feet lying together next to my face, she worshiped my left foot while Tommy worshiped my right foot.

After a while, Marlene got into a sixty-nine position with me so that we could give each other head. I had never given a woman head before, so I just kind of mimicked what she was doing to me. She had a huge advantage, though, because she was also using a couple of different vibrators to stimulate my pussy, clit, and G-spot at the same time, which made me squirt uncontrollably for the first time in my life.

When she finally came with multiple orgasms, I think it mostly came about because of the excitement she felt over sexually dominating me. I say this because when we had Marlene tied up, and blindfolded for 2 on-1 fun, Tommy and I were able to make her cum multiple times.

Then, in the wheelhouse where I felt the most at ease because of my experience with men, Marlene and I induced a number of forced orgasms from Tommy while she and I had him tied up, and blindfolded.

Before releasing Tommy from his restraints, on impulse because the opportunity suddenly presented itself, I quickly restrained Marlene's wrists behind her back, and I laid her on her stomach over Tommy's torso so that I could worship Marlene's soles and toes while both of them were tied and helpless to stop me.

Not only did I get Tommy to squirt another load of his cum high into the air, and onto Marlene's back, but I was able to make Marlene uncontrollably squirt all over Tommy's torso, and chest while sucking her toes at the same time.

It was a lot of fun having both of them tied and helpless on my bed.