This is super long, so if you want to skip to the good bit, look for the bold text.

Saturday was something of a self care day, with a newly cleared down credit card and a string of appointments. Hair, Nails, waxing, lunch at one of my favourite places, I ticked all the boxes.

I made my way home with a firm plan, only I got a little waylaid on the way there. An invite out for drinks with a friend I hadn't seen for a long time meant I had to delay the more orgasmic parts of my self love until the next evening.

Sunday might have been the longest day of my life. I had agreed to attend the boat race with my family, its something of a tradition and I hate traditions, I had skipped it for five years straight. But there I stood, on a dreary Sunday afternoon catching up with my sister and her husband while we waited for a pair of boats to zip past.

People cheer on their respective alma mater, or the one they like to pretend they went to, then head home. My brother in law invites me to join them for dinner and I decline, making some terrible excuse about needing to prepare for a work thing on Monday.

But we all know the real reason I was so keen to get out of there. I was stripping out of my clothes the minute the door shut behind me, I made my way to the spare room where I kept my sisters wedding dress and the rest of my sex toys and equipment.

By the time I got their, I was already naked and really rather excited. It had been a couple of months since I made time to get myself off in one of my favourite ways and I was dearly looking forward to it.

I spread everything I would need out on the bed. My favourite white satin heels, long white gloves, delicate stockings, the matching thong and suspender belt. From my box of toys I took a butt plug, a ball gag and a blindfold. A few long lengths of rope and the magnetic timer lock. A quick glance to the cupboard reveals a remote control vibrator and a large battery pack, both fully charged and waiting for me.

Finally, I take the wedding dress out of the wardrobe and lay it out on the bed. By now I am thoroughly excited, I feel like a giddy school girl. I perch on the edge of the bed as I take the stockings and slide them up my freshly waxed legs, the soft material caressing my skin as I do. I take each of the heels and slip them onto my feet, lifting me up to 5' 10'.

Next I take the suspender belt and fasten it around my waist, before attaching it to the stockings, tucking my long, brown hair out the way over one shoulder as I do. I adore the way the straps pull tight against my skin, hugging the curve of my arse as they pull the stockings up. I adjust the straps a little, making them tighter, so I can really feel them against my thighs.

I can't help myself, I reach down and caress my clit, sliding my fingers through my wet folds. Just for a moment, knowing that if I wait, it will be so much better. I bring my fingers to my lips and suck them clean, the taste and smell of my own pussy filling my senses as I do. I let out a soft sigh before getting back to the job at hand.

I make my way to the cupboard and retrieve the Wevibe from its charging cradle. A generous squirt of lube gets everything nice and slippery before I slide it inside me. One end resting against my clit, the other inside me ready to take me to heaven.

Next I take the tiny, delicate thong and carefully step into it before sliding it up my long legs. I feel the back slide between my pert arse cheeks and the front nestle against my increasingly wet folds. It should hold the vibrator inside me, if not, this might turn out to be the worlds toughest kegel exercise.

Next a plug, its metal, heavy and it locks inside me, the bulb opening wide. I give it a test open and my eyes widen as it expands in front of me. Again, more lube, then I bend over onto the bed and press the large metal toy against my tight little arse. It takes a moment, I often struggle with this one, its slightly terrifying and I find it harder to relax, but it soon slides in, making me gasp as it does. That feeling never gets old. I groan as I slide the lock shut and feel the toy expand inside me. I stand there for a moment, waiting for my breathing to come back under control as I get used to the two toys inside me.

Somewhat comfortable, I make my way through my apartment, the heels click clacking loudly as I walk. I stop in the kitchen to pour myself a drink. A large glass of my favourite champagne, after all this is self love.

Then I make my way to my dressing table. I sit in front of the large mirror and let out a little yelp as I do, having already gotten very used to the plug inside me. I take my time, twisting my hair into a messy, bridal bun, my favourite tiara nestled into my curls and kept in place with enough hair clips to unlock any safe. The makeup goes on thick and heavy, dark around my eyes, with long, false lashes. By the time I am finished, I look every bit the flawless bride...only more naked.

My self confidence is off the chart as I make my way back to the spare room to collect the rest of the things. I admire myself in the mirror, its large, from the floor to the ceiling and three panels wide. I can take in each and every curve of my body, all of them accentuated by the lingerie and the heels.

I take a long sip from a fresh glass of champagne and pick up the dress. I admire it for a moment, remembering with fondness the day I tried it on in the store, so my sister could see how it looked for herself. It looks better on me.

I take a deep breath, its such a pain to put on, there is just so much of everything. Layers of material, lacing to tie, tiny buttons, a zip. It's really the kind of thing that is designed to be put on with help, not alone, in 6 inch platform heels while a little drunk and filled with sex toys. My way is more fun though.

Finally, and before I turn to see myself in the mirror, I take the long gloves and slide my hands into them. They were never part of my sisters outfit, but they do add a little something to it.

This is where the most interesting stuff starts!

I turn to admire myself in the mirror, every bit the perfect princess. I bite my lip, pick up my phone and set the vibrator to its lowest setting. I roll my head back, enjoying the feeling of the vibrations flowing through me.

I gather the remaining items from the bed and make my way to the living room on slightly shaky legs as I get used to the throbbing inside me. I unfold a garden chair I had brought inside earlier in the middle of the living room and position it so it's facing out of the window.

I take the first length of rope, wrapping it around my ankles and tying it firmly. Then the second around my knees. This is no mean feat in a wedding dress. Now for the awkward part, I move to stand behind the chair and tie my ankles to the bottom bar, to make sure I cannot move.

I take the timer lock and make sure the wrist cuffs are fastened to it. I attach the battery and get into position. I place my phone on the seat of the chair where I can reach it and down the rest of my drink.

Next I take the gag, fastening it firmly into my mouth. I tap the screen on my phone with my nose and kick the vibrator into a very familiar ramping pattern, from zero, slowly to max power, then straight back to zero. I take the blindfold and wrap it around my eyes and then fasten the timer lock to my wrists with the cuffs. I had set the timer to one hour, this is not going to be the three hour denial session I endured before!

Its awkward and hard to explain, but I lean over the back of the chair, tuck my arms through the chair and behind my legs, then engage the lock. I am bent double, my face almost touching the seat of the chair, my feet firmly planted on the floor. As the vibrator drops to zero, the absurdity of what I am doing dawns on me. But then the vibrator starts to ramp up again and all is forgotten.

The first five minutes is easy, I can see the time passing on my phone. But gradually it gets harder and harder. My feet start to hurt a little, the platform heels doing nothing to make me more comfortable. My jaw starts to ache as the gag pushes it apart and the cuffs around my wrists start to dig in.

But none of that compares to the feeling of the large plug stretching out the inside of my arse and the vibrator thrumming away inside me, After just five minutes I am moaning into each rising crescendo of vibrations. After ten minutes I am breathing hard, squealing as he vibrations increase.

It feels so much more powerful than the last time, I am sure its exactly the same pattern. Maybe its the larger plug, maybe its the position I am in, with my legs tied tightly together. Maybe its because standing like this is more physically demanding...something I am now starting to regret.

By 30 minutes I am losing my mind, there is so much drool on the chair and my phone, I can barely read the time any more. I close my eyes and imagine spending my wedding reception like this, on display for our guests. I reopen my eyes thinking lots of time must have passed, it was two minutes. Fuck.

At 45 minutes, still screaming into each ramping vibration, I pull at the lock, trying to detach it, knowing full well it can support more than my body weight. I am desperate for release, my body craving orgasm more than anything in the world.

After an hour, the lock finally releases, I fall backwards, somewhat gracefully. The ropes around my legs, which were so easy to tie, seem impossible to undo with gloves on, but eventually I encourage them loose. As the vibrator drops away, I get to my feet. Only to stumble as it ramps back up again.

I grab my phone, cleaning it on my gloved arm and make my way quickly to the spare room, stopping to lean against the wall along the way as I endure another wave of vibrations. I make it to the box of sex toys and pull out a large suction dildo, I plant it on the wooden floor and get into position.

Kneeling with the dress arranged around me, I slowly lower myself onto the dildo. It easily parts my soaking wet pussy and slides inside. Another wave of vibrations hits and I grab my phone, only to realise that I can't work it with the gloves. I throw it onto the bed and start to ride the dildo.

My legs are on fire, but I need it. I grasp my breasts through the dress, cursing the thick material and wanting to feel the gloves against my skin. My breasts are lightly covered in drool and its only getting worse, I can feel it sliding down into the dress.

Suddenly it hits me. As the vibrations are ramping up, they don't seem to stop, going on forever, but in reality my body is exploding into orgasm. It feels as if time has stopped and everything is in slow motion as my senses explode. My already soaking wet pussy gushes on the rubber cock and I let out what would be a long, guttural moan, if I had taken out the gag.

A few moments later I regain my consciousness, I reach down and tug out the vibrator, tossing it across the room - its a love hate relationship. I collapse off the dildo into a heap of lace and satin. I undo the gag, dropping it to the floor in a puddle of saliva, then lay there panting hard, fighting to get my breath back.

Why do I do this stupid shit to myself? Because I love it, that's why. I look up at myself in the mirror, radiant...disheveled. Not quite finished. I take off the dress, no easy feat with gloves on, but I get there. I grab a rampant rabbit vibrator and make my way to the sofa in the living room, I lay there and fuck myself to orgasm, hard and fast.

The second one does the trick. I spend the next half an hour looking for the key for that plug, but at least I looked incredible while I did it.