Mel’s hands shook slightly, so belting the sex machine to the hotel room headboard took longer than it should. This was beyond her comfort zone, in fact her comfort zone had long since disappeared over the horizon, but she kept working anyway. She turned it on to test her work. The machine thrust and vibed without slapping comically against the headboard or moving around. “Well done,” she thought, and went to get her rope and timer lock.

Three Months Earlier

“35 female for any, self-bondage enthusiast needs controller for 45 minutes,” her post had read. The response was disappointing: begging for pictures, begging for video calls, demanding nonsense she had no interest in and wasn’t what she asked. She was about to set an automated teasing pattern on her toy and tie herself up when he slid into her DMs, stating simply, “I’m a rope bondage enthusiast as well, may I show you?” “Yes.” she replied. He sent photos and his work was solid - tight, even loops and inventive positions. She wrote, “I’m ready to go, connect in app while I tie?”

She inserted her toy, a simple c-shaped double vibrator that sat on her clit and looped inside to her g-spot to clamp on. She put her simple, white cotton panties back on to stop herself from ejecting it again when excited. That had been a sad night, the toy slid out with 20 minutes left on her self timing lock, leaving her moaning in frustration, straining against the ropes, and futily humping the air.

Kneeling on the bed, she set a pillow to lay across and began to frog tie her legs. She was wet from excitement and wet from the toy’s gentle pressure on her clit and firm presence inside her. Her experienced hands moved fast, though, and soon her legs were folded and immobile. She set her tablet up against the headboard, and put a selection of styluses near where her mouth would be. She’d stopped using just one after another sad night where the stylus fell from her moaning mouth and rolled down between mattress and headboard, lost until her lock freed her.

She chatted a bit in app with her stranger, finding him warm but professional as they established rules and a safeword. “Don’t stop for stop, stop for the safeword,” she reminded him. “Of course,” he replied. She dialled the lock to release after 50 minutes, put her soft leather cuffs on her wrists, and let the pull of the rope as she looped it between cuffs, frogtie, and lock bend her over the pillow. Kneeling prostrate and immobile on the bed, she waited.

And continued to wait.

She couldn’t see her timer, that was part of her own game with herself, but knew the minutes were ticking away. Had he ghosted her? Had something come up, or was he just a big tease and asshole? She’d gotten used to the toy inside her and the firm, unmoving pressure on her clit, and it wasn’t even titillating her anymore. 

She sighed, and reached for a stylus with her mouth, ready to slowly type “I’m not even tied up” on he tablet to deny him the satisfaction of knowing she was actually trapped and fuming. As she started to type, the toy vibed her clit with max intensity. It was just for a brief moment but it was enough to make her grunt and let the stylus fall from her mouth. Her inner thighs twitched for a moment in aftershocks from the sudden stimulation.

And then... nothing again.

He was connected, obviously. And she had told him to control however pleased him. On the nights she let strangers control her toy while she was locked in self bondage, though, nobody had chosen to do anything quite like this. She had spent nights with plenty of overstimulation fans - some skillful hands that knew to vary powerful sensations and some blunt ones that left her on max vibration for a half hour - and plenty of teases, but nobody like this.

Mel’s thoughts were interrupted by a new sudden pulse. This time it grew over time, bringing the g spot vibe up to a steady purr before dwindling back down to nothing. She laid in the dark, hyperaware of her now ragged breathing. Her body was tense, waiting for an impact she knew was coming but wasn’t sure when. She felt herself clamping down on the g spot vibe.

The following minutes, and she wasn’t sure how many were passing, were exquisite torture. 

Sometimes pulses would come moments after the last, and sometimes it felt they took an eternity. In moments where she thought she had some control, that she had figured out the pattern and knew the next step, she’d get caught thrashing and moaning as the g spot and clit vibes fired up unexpectedly. Her panties were soaked and the only thing stopping her from ejecting the toy in her excitement.

She found her confidence and held on to it tight. She was an experienced submissive, and knew she was a tough cookie who could handle a lot. Forcing her muscles to relax, she focused on keeping her breathing steady even as the irregular pulses made it a challenge. She was floating in the dark, quiet bedroom, her serenity barely pierced by the regular whirr and joy of the vibrators.

But once again as soon as she’d found her footing and control the ground fell out from under her. The pulses became more frequent, sometimes blurring into long undulating stretches of vibration and pleasure. She buried her face in her pillow, embarrassed that she let herself come the first time even as the vibrations were still increasing. Despite embarrassment and to her great surprised, she wished he could see. She wished he was watching her thrash and moan and pant and come. She came again imagining it, came so hard her thighs began to sting, all the while picturing his eyes on her and enjoying his work.

She viewed herself as a disciplined submissive who didn’t act impulsively or do anything foolish no matter how excited she got. Despite this, she found herself in motion. First she grasped the stylus with her mouth and tapped the tablet screen, rousing it to life. She felt a certain respect when she saw the screen empty. He’d sent no messages. Usually intense guys were very vocal but not often entertaining. “You like that, don’t you slut?” and similar had filled her screen many times. All aspects of this were new and exciting. She felt herself close to coming again under the onslaught of the double vibrations.

Knowing she was breaking her own personal limits, she pushed the stylus into the voice call button. It took her four tries to hit it, breathless and shaking and excited she was. It began to ring and she waited. She worried she’d scared him off by going off script. The vibrations went steady for a bit, so she knew at least he’d noticed and stopped controlling their intensity. Anxiety tamped down her arousal and she realized she’d stepped out of her comfort zone and needed to reel it in. She reached to cancel the call just as it was accepted.

And then... nothing once again.

He was still hammering her pussy and clit with rolling vibrations, of course, but the call was silent. Mel realized she’d been holding her breath only when she released it, the air forced out by hard pulses of vibes on her swollen, oversensitive clit. It was becoming too much to bear, even for her, and despite herself she moaned and whimpered into the open mic. Knowing he was listening made her come even harder, and as she caught her breath she wondered how much time could possibly be on the timer. 

Her clit was so sensitive that even the low vibes had a bit of sting to them, and the strong pulses made her push against the ropes in a futile attempt to escape the overwhelming feeling. She considered saying the safeword, but her mouth said “Stop.” The moment she said it everything got harder: more powerful vibes, rolling faster, mixing pleasure with the sting of pain. He remained silent as she whimpered and came again.

Nearly screaming into the pillow, she kept coming. Lost in a blur of sensation, she had no idea how long it lasted or how many times she came. She snapped back into reality when the timer went off, popping the lock open. Free from the tension, she flopped half onto her side with legs still frogtied firmly. The toy went inert inside her. The smart lights in the room came on, and she saw herself. “Pathetic,” she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror. But she continued to look, taking in her matted wet hair, the way her thighs shook, and even the desperate, needy way her legs were making her fruitlessly hump the air. She whimpered before remembering the voice call was still on.

“When you’re ready there’s something else I’d like to try,” a deep voice finally said.

It was a very long night.

Tonight

Everything was ready. Mel laid, tied and locked once again kneeling and prone, totally immobile. The hotel room door was unlocked, anyone could find her here, totally helpless, but he had a time and address. He’d confirmed he was on his way, they’d confirmed the array of toys all worked. He would not touch, but he’d watch and control. He’d control the sex machine, right now poised to go - just barely pushing her eager lips apart. He’d control the vibrating plug filling her, the clitoral vibe firmly pressed against her, and the vibing nipple clamps holding her sensitive nipples at sharp attention.

She waited.

To be continued.