His hands were on my breasts once again. Lying here, handcuffed to the bed, blindfolded, with ear plugs and a vibrater softly stimulating me had become a familiar set of circumstances.

Let's start at the beginning. I live with two guys about my age. I'm in my late 20s, living in NY is so expensive so I had two roommates. I had not set out to live with two guys, but they had two rooms available and the price was reasonable and I got my own bathroom. Sold.

They probably hoped they would get a peak or that there would be some sexy stuff going on. That never really happened though. I had just started dating a guy and I really liked him.

I am familiar with some pretty kinky sex. I had learned a long time ago that I liked being restrained. That fact, however, is not something I reveal to guys I date until I'm comfortable. To meet that desire, I had learned how to do some self bondage.

My set up was pretty simple. I had soft cuffs that I could release without a key, a ball gag, a simple sleep mask and ear plugs. But the thing that made it all work was a harness and vibrator. The harness wrapped around my hips and legs to keep the vibe in.

The vibe was programmable. My favorite setting was 25 minutes on a low to medium setting before alternating full high to low for a few minutes and then five minutes on high. That last five minutes was excruciatingly orgasmic.

The thing about self bondage is that being caught is the dream. While I wasn't trying to get caught, I did leave the door unlocked every time I did it. The door was always closed, though.

The first time he caught me was about a week ago. I was already to the alternating high/low vibes when a strange hand squeezed my breast.

I panicked for a moment. The ear plugs had worked. I had no idea he was there. He molested my exposed breast for a moment before his fingers trailed off to pinch my nipple.

My shock was fading. My thoughts where split between which roommate it might be and what he was doing.

His finger pinching my tit sent waves through my body. That's when the vibe switched to high. My body convulsed with the strongest orgasm I'd had since the first time I was tied up.

I knew he would take my orgasm as permission. But I couldn't contain it. He must have also thought that I liked nipple torcher. While I was thrusting side to side, against my restraints, he grabbed the other tit and started pinching it. Now when I moved I was getting the added stimulus of my pinched nips.

A small relief came over me when he let go. That was replaced quickly with panic when he removed the still running vibe. I laid still as I felt the bed give to his weight. I knew what was coming.

The thought that I could release my cuffs and stop this at this moment occurred to me. I even had my fingers on the release as I felt his dick against my pussy lips. Then, my fingers let go and I let go of my fear. I knew he was a friend and I was living a fantasy.

He slid inside my wet hole. I was incredibly sensitive so I moaned like a slut in heat. Every stroke, in and out, was an orgasmic shock.

My hips kicked against the fucking I was getting. I knew he was going to cream in me. When he did and he slowed and stopped, I just laid there, spent. I felt the bed rise as he left.

I was laying there, still cuffed, basking in the ecstacy of what happened. As I came down off the high, the sourness of my arms from being cuffed became evident. I released myself and put everything away after cleaning up.

For a moment, I thought about showering. But I went to sleep, naked, cum dripping from my pussy.