She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what she looked like. A woman in her thirties lying face down on a rose print duvet. Wrists and ankles cuffed and chained to a ring leaving her hogtied. A vibrator strapped to her thigh, it’s head pressed hard against her cunt. What must she look like? A mess. A dripping shaking slutty mess who had already come twice and was building up to a third. The thought of anyone actually seeing her like this was shocking. The idea that someone might walk through the bedroom door and behold her sweaty body panting and straining against the straps sent a hot flush all the way through her. But nobody would. Nobody was here. Which of course was part of the problem. This was supposed to be a special weekend. The time she had planned to reveal her kinky soul to Mark. Her husband, bless him, was wonderful in so many ways but had never shown any inclination to be adventurous in bed. And she had never gotten up the nerve to introduce to him any of her wilder fantasies. Until just recently when frustration had overruled embarrassment for once and she had ordered a box of restraints and toys. When they had arrived and after a couple of mornings nervously waiting by the door for delivery, she had asked Mark to keep this weekend free for just the two of them. He had happily agreed and she had impatiently waited for the day when she could sit him down and ask if he would like to tie her up. Use toys on her while she lay helpless. Maybe even spank her. She was prepared for him to apologise and tell her it wasn’t really his thing. What she hadn’t been prepared for was for him to leave before she even got the chance to ask. He’d received a text from work asking if he could “just pop over and take a look at something for us. Shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours”.

“You don’t mind do you darling? I should be back this afternoon”. And with that he was out of the house leaving her sat there alone next to an unopened box wanting to cry. Which in turn had lead to her current situation. After a few false starts she had found a way to apply the straps and cuffs to herself and, after a face palming moment of realising she had to unlink her cuffs to actually switch the Hitachi on she rolled onto her front and let herself drift away on a tide of glorious sensation.

The thought of being spied on like this, although horrifying, had also somehow acted to push her giddily into another orgasm. She gasped and floundered on the bed. Her damp hair was sticking to her face and there must surely be an equally damp spot forming on the duvet where her hips bucked and thrust against the toy. She would have to change the cover before Mark got back. But keeping a mental to do list seemed beyond her right now. Her clit felt like it was in danger of going numb. The muscles in her legs were beginning to complain and she didn’t think she could come again anyway. She shuffled onto her side and began to search for the clip to unhook her wrist chain. It remained stubbornly out of reach. Somehow she must have shifted the position of the clasp. Despite being fully satiated now the muscles in her lower stomach were beginning to tense up in a familiar way and her clit, far from being numb had become super sensitive. It was at this point that the unthinkable happened and she heard the front door open. Her heart pounded, both from fear of discovery and the approaching orgasm she was now fighting to hold back. Desperately she wriggled and tried to unclasp her hands but to no avail. She heard feet on the stairs and the door opened.

“Darling, forgot my laptop. What’s that buzzing noi….”, her husband trailed off and stared open mouthed at her as her orgasm approached.

Oh not now! She almost wailed. But there was no denying it. Her cunt seemed to spasm and her lower body was hit by a wave of pleasure that was too intense to be pleasurable. She lay there gasping like a fish out of water while Mark stood mouth agape. Finally she found her voice again.

“Please just untie me will you. No wait just switch the thing off first I’m aching. NO! NO! The other way! Oh fu…….Thank you”.

The sudden absence of stimulation brought sorely needed relief. She heaved a sigh and twisted her head round to look at Mark who stood looking from her, to the Hitachi in his hands and back to her again. He cleared his throat.

“So what…Oh…I’m an idiot. When you said keep today free you wanted to…..I’m so sorry”.

“Just untie me please”, she managed in a small voice.

“Of course I will. I mean….if you want me to. Or….”.

Her eyes widened. He was standing beside her and she suddenly noticed the bulge of his erection pressing against his trousers. She swallowed and her heart began to beat so loudly she thought he must hear it.

“Or?”, she managed to whisper.

“Or. I could keep you tied. And use this on you. If you like”. His voice was a little ragged but confident, Almost…cheerfully cruel. She swallowed.

“Ple…please do. But I don’t think I can come again. I’ve already OH!”

The vibrations hit her tired body with a vengeance. Her over sensitised sex seemed to be pulsing. Still standing level with her head he was reaching back to hold the maddening device between her legs. She shuffled nearer and gently bit his stiff cock through fabric. He growled with what sounded like lust and quickly used his free hand to unzip and free himself. She greedily sucked him into her mouth and worked back and forth all the while trying to ignore the intense build up of wanted/unwanted pressure. Soon, impossibly it reached a peak and she flopped back down and actually screamed. Tension exploded and a bright spear of lust coloured pain shot through her. Mercifully he switched of and she sank into a dreamy haze. From a distance it seemed she could hear him speak.

“This is amazing. You’re amazing. I have an idea. Lets try for one more shall we?”

It would never happen. She really didn’t have it in her. It would be torture to even try. And a part of her, a part that she had long suspected existed but only now could give voice to said Yes. Do it. Stretch yourself. For him. She nodded. Smiling he immediately switched on again. It was a sweet form of purgatory. Rolling waves of too much sensation tossing her as if she were out of her depth at sea. She fought to stay afloat and for the ability to speak.

“I can’t come any more!” she cried.

He disagreed.

The room began to spin.