Self-Bondage & The Water Guy
(Published on Tuesday, June 3, 2003)
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I've gotten a little more daring with my self-bondage at home. Normally I just have a little fun by myself when I'm sure that nobody will be around, but the other day I was feeling rather horny and decided to test the limits a little bit.

My very handsome water guy is always kind enough to leave my water bottles on my back porch, underneath the awning. On the day that I know he is delivering my water bottles, I leave the back gate to my house unlocked so that he can do his thing.

This last time I tried something different. I opened one of my french doors a little bit, just enough for me to see him outside, and just enough for him to peer into my bedroom. But to pay it as safe as I could, I typed up a little note that read, "My girlfriend thinks you're cute, and would really like to be with you, but she's too shy to tell you. She's also very kinky and loves to be sexually stimulated while she's tied up. If you are at all interested in having a little fun, I tied her up in her bedroom just inside of these french doors. I know that you are married because she told me, but even if you can't do anything with her, or you aren't interested, at least give her a thrill by taking a peek inside."

Being a little creative, and wanting to cover my bases, I added a postscript that read, "P.S. She has no idea that I've written this note to you, but she's obviously fantasized about having you play with her while she's tied up because she's allowed me to tie her up on the day that you are scheduled to deliver her water bottles. If you decide to take advantage of this opportunity, have fun!"

I also left a small post-it note right on the outside table where he normally leaves my invoices that read, "Please read the note that is taped to the french doors to your far right."

There are two sets of french doors in my back yard. The first set to the right of that table leads into my living room, and the second set leads into my bedroom.

I knew that this guy was married, and with a couple of small kids at home (please don't call me a home-wrecker), but he was also very flirtatious with me, and he had a definute foot fetish. I keep my perfectly sized 7 1/2's in great shape, I have deliciously high wrinkled arches, and I usually keep my toenails painted a candy-apple red, which is a big favorite with guys who have a foot fetish.

My favorite guys are those with foot fetishes because I happen to really enjoy having my feet stimulated, and guys with foot fetishes, from my experience, are usually much more sensual and erotic in their love-making.

This time around, after taking a really long bath, I tied myself differently. At the foot of the bed, I had a leather strap that was attached to the middle of the bed's frame. Attached to the leather strap was a pair of furlined leather ankle restraints. Facing the top of the bed, I secured my ankles together in those. Then I took a couple of men's belts and secured my legs together, above and below my knees.

Having planned it carefully before, and with a great deal of practice, I had secured my furlined handcuffs to another leather belt that was strapped around the middle of the bed's frame, and had its buckle taped off with duct tape. Even though I had to really stretch up to reach the handcuffs, because my ankles were secured to the bottom of the bed's frame, once I locked myself in, I was essentially helpless at that point.

I had learned to free myself while tied up this way, but it usually took me at least 15 minutes to get free. With some effort while handcuffed, I could use my fingers to inch the leather belt around to a position where I could then begin to take the duct tape off of the belt's buckle, one strand at a time. Because I was generally more turned on and aroused the more I was helplessly bound, I often duct taped the belt's buckle with quite a few strands of duct tape, which is why it took a while to free myself.

The only downside for me in preparing myself to hopefully be discovered by my water bottle guy, was that his schedule was somewhat erratic. He almost always showed up on the same day, but I could never be sure if he'd be delivering my water at 1 p.m. or as late as 3:30 p.m. He was never at my place before 1 p.m., and he was never later than 3:30 p.m. unless of course he missed the day altogether and came the next day.

I decided that if I was going to be waiting a long period of time, I would use my Lady Bug vibrator. So before securing the handcuffs around my wrists, and locking them into place, I made sure that my Lady Bug vibrator was vibrating inside of my already wet pussy, and up against my clit. Lying face down gave me the advantage of being able to press myself down against the Lady Bug's clit stimulator. So whenever I tied myself like I had tied myself then, I could very easily bring myself to some gut-wrenching orgasms. In fact, I would often get so wet from the multiple orgasms that rocked my body in that position, that I would have to place two or three thick towels underneath me to keep my mattress dry.

This time I didn't have my blindfold over my eyes. As I laid there, anticipating what might happen if things went as planned, I looked over to my right and saw the key to the handcuffs lying on one of my side tables. I wouldn't need the key, but having it there helped to set up the room. The room was on the dark side because it was somewhat cloudy outside, though it was a little muggy and quite warm, so I was actually pretty comfortable. A sliver of light was shining through from one of the french doors, which was slightly ajar. I wasn't able to see the outside table where that small post-it note was, but I was able to see if my water bottle guy walked by.

My side table digital clock read 1:30 p.m., and he hadn't arrived with the water bottles. I was getting anxious. But at exactly 1:31 p.m., I saw his rather large frame walk by with two water bottles over his shoulders. My heart skipped a beat and began racing as I wondered if I had gone too far with the note. He and I had gotten to know each other fairly well over the past several months, and I could tell that he was definitely attracted to me.

Like I mentioned, he had a pretty stong foot fetish, and usually had a hard time keeping his eyes off of my feet. A couple of times, while having a cup of coffee with me in the kitchen, he even snuck in a tickle or two. I would coyly tease him by slipping one of my feet out of my slippers, and practically brushing one of my bare feet along his leg. He often wore shorts, and his hard-on was often prominently displayed. This usually happened when I allowed him to give me a foot massage.

Whenever he would sneak in a tickle or two, I'd pull back and say something like, "That feels great, but I am REALLY ticklish." Then I would hint at my passion by adding, "The only way that you could get away with tickling my feet was if I was tied down." I just wanted to see how he would react.

His eyes would always light up whenever I would say that, and the bulge in his pants would get even more prominent. He was a bit on the shy side, though, which endeared me to him, but I think he was often embarrassed by it all. He would just kind of laugh it off and say, "Yeah, like that's going to happen."

"Hey, you never know," I would tease. "One day you might find that some burglar has tied me up, or maybe that one of my kinky friends has tied me up for your pleasure."

He would just laugh it off again and say, "Oh, sure, and you'd let me tickle you, right?"

"Let you?" I'd tease with a question. "It's all about give and take. I might like it. I guess you won't know until you try it." Then I'd press him with questions such as asking him, "Haven't you and your wife been a little kinky with one another before?"

"Sure," he'd openly answer. "But it's not really her thing to be tied up. Besides, she's really gotten old fashioned lately when it comes to having kinky sex."

We had a number of conversations like that, but nothing ever happened between us, though I had the distinct impression that if I came on to him a little more strongly in the kitchen, things could easily go farther in my bedroom. So eventually I came up with this crazy plan of mine just to see where the chips might fall.

I was disappointed to see my water bottle guy seem to disappear again with a couple of empty water bottles, as if he was leaving. I wondered if he had read that little post-it note. If he had, it didn't appear that he had come over to read my other note. "Oh, well," I thought to myself.

I was wishing that I had turned on my Lady Bug vibrator a little higher, but I hadn't because I only wanted to build up my sexual nerve endings slowly in the hopes that my water bottle guy would slip into my bedroom and take advantage of the situation. I was starting to get a little embarrassed by having left that post-it note, but since it seemed that he hadn't read the more incriminating note, I thought that maybe it was nothing lost, nothing gained.

Then it happened. My water guy was suddenly at the french doors. He had come back. I looked over my left shoulder to see him standing there and obviously reading that incriminating note. My heart started pounding. I suddenly decided that I should pretend to be asleep. "Yeah, that's it," I thought. "I should just pretend that I had fallen asleep because I had been tied up for so long."

I didn't know excatly what I should say or do. That's kind of the problem with planning these things. You can never know for sure what will happen. I was hoping that he would just come into the room without saying a word. But he spoke. Luckily for me, he only called out to me in a whisper, as if he didn't really want to be heard.

"Hello," he whispered in a barely audible tone.

I continued pretending that I was still asleep. I even let out a kind of hushed sigh, as if I was sort of dreaming. I tried to remember if I had ever told him that I was a light sleeper, or a heavy one. I thought that I remembered telling him that I was a heavy sleeper, but I couldn't remember for sure. As he stepped into the room further, and came up to the left side of my bed where my head was turned, I tried to keep my eyes shut as tight as possible without actually losing my view of him.

I was only really able to make out his shadow, but I could see him wave his hand in front of my face. I remained silent. Then he whispered softly again and kind of touched my shoulder. "Hello?"

I stayed silent, still pretending to be asleep, but it was hard to control my breathing because I was so excited with him at my side, and with me completely naked and tied up as I was. Then he disappeared. I wanted to look up over my shoulder, but I didn't want to blow my cover just in case he was still there in the room. It didn't take long to find out.

He must have kneeled or sat down at the foot of my bed, because I could feel his hot breath across my toes, which had gotten a little chilly from waiting there so still. I wasn't quite sure, but it seemed as if he was now gliding his tongue along the soles of each of my feet, and then along my toes. I wanted him to do more, and he soon did.

I no longer had to wonder what he was doing, as it became evidentally clear that he was in fact licking my soles and toes, and even gliding his fingers along them, too. It felt terrific. I knew that at one point I'd have to supposedly wake up from my nap anyway, so to encourage him to continue, I moaned out loud ever so slightly, as if I was doing it in my sleep, and I also flexed my toes a little bit.

It definitely encouraged him, because he began to take each one of my perfectly pedicured toes into his mouth and shrimp them without abandon. It was then that I began to grind my pubic bones into the towels underenath me, which helped with the pressure and stimulation that I was feeling from the Lady Bug vibrator.

At some point he evidentally realized that I was awake, because he started to tickle the soles of my feet. It was clearly an activity that he enjoyed doing. That was hard to take, as I have very ticklish feet. I could hardly stand having the soles of my feet being tickled that way. There was no way that I could keep silent, though I did try to muffle my very happy and satisfied protests. I just kind of let out closed-mouth muffled screams of anguished ecstacy.

I started cumming uncontrollably, but quickly realized that the Lady Bug vibrator was humming at a high rate of speed. "He must have turned it on high," I thought to myself. "What a fiendish thing to do!" But admittedly, I liked it. I liked it a lot, which was abundantly clear to my water bottle guy.

He suddenly announced out loud, "Wow! You're really getting off on this. This is great!" Then he added, "You're such a naughty girl to get yourself tied up like this."

I wondered if he knew that I had tied myself up, or if he really bought my notes, hook, line, and sinker. I didn't have to wonder about it for long.

"You did this to yourself, didn't you?" He asked with a grateful smile on his face.

I automatically blurted out a lie and replied, "No I didn't. My girlfriend tied me up."

He knew a lie when he heard one. With a laugh he said, "Oh, you're such a liar, and you know what we do to liars, don't you?"

Before I could say anything at all, he smacked my ass with his hand. "Ow!" I screamed out loud. "That hurt."

"A good hurt or a bad hurt," he asked me.

"A bad hurt," I told him. It did kind of hurt, but it also sent a jolt of electricity throughout my entire body that really excited me, too. I was kind of confused about it. I had never really been spanked before, and didn't know if I actually liked it or not. I was about to find out.

He spanked my ass again and announced to me, "Every time you tell me a lie, you get spanked."

"But I..."

SMACK!

"Ow!" I protested.

"Tell me the truth. You tied yourself up, right?"

I was defiant. It was kind of fun playing this game. "No, I did not!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I could feel my ass on fire. "Okay, okay, okay! I did it. I tied myself up," I admitted.

In a calm voice he asked, "So what did you have in mind?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, what did you hope for when I found you tied up like this?" And with a hand held high in the air he added, "Be honest."

I almost cried when I answered back, "I wanted you to take me and sexually ravish my body." I wasn't almost crying because my ass hurt a little bit, but I was just so damned embarrassed by my confession.

"Okay," he said matter-of-factly. "What are your DO NOTS?"

"My DO NOTS?" I asked.

"You know. What are your limits?

""Spanking," I cried out, though I cried it out in humor.

"Oh, sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't," I told him. "I just don't like anything that's painful."

"Understood. Anything else?"

"Anal. I don't like anal sex."

"Neither do I," he laughed. "No problem." Then he added, "I wish that I had a condom. I am so turned on right now that it hurts! With you all tied up like you are, man! It's just that I..."

I interrupted him. "I have condoms in the bathroom, in the bottom drawer to the right." I couldn't believe my own ears. "I said that?" I asked myself incredulously.

He didn't say a word. He just disappeared into the bathroom and returned right away. I was a little surprised that he released me from my ankle restraints, but then he carefully turned me over onto my back and got ready to fuck me. He was rock hard! I didn't even see him put it on, but he already had a condom over his hard cock. I was already sopping wet, but he lubricated me some more anyway with some of my Astroglide lubricant that he had brought out of my bathroom.

"Hey, wait a minute," I thought to myself. "When did he get himself naked?" I don't know how he knew to do this, but he placed me in one of my favorite positions. Talk about sexual compatibility! He pulled me taut to his body so that I couldn't move. He raised my legs up over his shoulders, slipped his cock slowly into my dripping wet pussy, and then began to slowly fuck me as he pinned my own legs down along the sides of my breasts. It's one of my favorite positions because when a guy fucks me like that, they very often hit my g-spot. On top of that, he was fucking me with my Lady Bug vibrator still inside of my pussy and still stimulating my clit. It was wonderful! It felt as if I was being fucked by two guys at once!

It didn't take long for him to cum, and all the while I was having a series of orgasms, one right after the other. I was sopping wet!

This whole sexual interlude just recently happened, as of this writing, but I'm pretty sure that my water bottle guy will want to be finding me all tied up again soon.