HEAVENLY SOLITUDE
Jill is a twenty-four-year-old with an average figure. Even she figures she’d be no better than a six or seven. Her face is cute, and she has a nice set of boobs, but she is a little thick around the middle and has a bigger than average ass. High school wasn’t fun and now she is working as a secretary at her father’s printing business. She had a boyfriend in high school, but she wasn’t really thrilled with him, and after high school, when he went to college, she wished him good luck and goodbye.
She has friends and they go out together on the weekends. It is fun, but nothing seems to excite her much. Her best friend is Carol. Carol is prettier than Jill, and they’ve been friends since kindergarten. Carol is the fun one, the one who sets up where they go on the weekends. She has a boyfriend and can only go with the girls on some of the weekends. Carol really did like Jill, and kept trying to hook her up with men, but Jill wasn’t interested. It’s not that she didn’t want another boyfriend, it’s just she hadn’t been impressed with the boys in her life in a very long time.
She had another secret that even Carol didn’t know. Ever since early in high school, she has had her own way of getting off. She discovered it by accident during her junior year. She discovered self-bondage.
It started by exploring like millions of young people have done for years. The vibrators worked okay, and she enjoyed them. The remote made them even better, but the restraining came by accident. While in bed, after inserting her vibrator, she tried to get up for the remote. She got tangled up in her sheets and fell to the floor. When she tried to get up, she accidentally twisted the sheets tighter until she was unable to move. The more she struggled, the tighter they got. She finally rested to consider her next move. After a couple of minutes, she realized the vibrator was still running. She figured if she couldn’t move she might as well enjoy the moment. She’d figure it out later. The more the vibrator ran and the more she struggled, the hotter she got. The orgasm was so intense it surprised her and flooded her mind with waves of feelings she had never experienced before.
After the orgasm, she began thinking again of getting out of her situation, but she still couldn’t move. She finally just relaxed to regain her strength. The vibrator continued and she couldn’t stop it. For the first time, she couldn’t remove it after she thought she was finished. It continued to violate her pussy without regard for her. As the orgasms continued coming, she finally fainted.
Jill woke up in the middle of the night, on the floor, wrapped in her sheets with her vibrator having run down the batteries and thankfully silent. She was finally able to unwrap the sheets and get back into bed. She was drenched in sweat and her pussy was sore. But she was also as fulfilled as she could remember ever being. As she went back to bed, she determined to find a way to do that to herself on purpose. She would just need to be able to control it.
It wasn’t BDSM, she didn’t need anyone else around. When she turned eighteen, she was able to go to the sex shops in the city to see the restraints and binders that were available in person. She had an idea of what she wanted, and she had no problem buying the things she wanted. She started simple, ankle binders, a belt that held two vibrators, and a set of handcuffs she could attach to the ankle binders.
The first time she used them was when her parents were out of town for the weekend. Jill was very nervous, but very excited. She needed to know if this was what she thought it was. The only way to find out was to try it.
Friday afternoon she took a shower and got everything out of her closet and put it on the bed. First were the ankle binders. She had practiced with them and knew how to put them on. She snapped one ankle in place and pulled her other leg over and strapped it in.
Next came the vibrator belt. She first inserted the vibrator in her pussy and turned it on low. Once it was running, she pushed the small one into her ass. That was always the trigger vibrator that got her started. After they were running, she attached the straps to each and pulled them snug. After they ware in place, she turned them off with the remote.
Lastly, she attached the handcuff chains to the ankle cuffs and then snapped her wrists into them.
The last thing she did was hop on her feet to her closet. It was dark and she was ready for the quiet. She carefully slid down the wall until she was sitting on her ass with her back to the wall. She rolled over on her stomach and turned the vibrators back on.
The effect was immediate and wonderful. She could see nothing and move very little. She had the remote to the vibrators in one hand and set them on a timer and threw the remote into the darkness.
She lay still, allowing the machines to do their work. The varying speeds kept her off balance, and bursa bayan eskort she had no control. Every time she had an orgasm and tried to relax, the timer would turn one or both vibrators back on. It varied them so she never knew what was coming when. The longer the night went, the more disorientated she became. Her mind floated between orgasms until she finally passed out again. In the middle of the night, she awoke again. The vibrators were off, and she decided to call it a night. However, before she could find the remote in the back of the closet, it started the vibrators again.
She finally managed to find the remote and turn the vibrators off. She crawled to her bed to get the keys and was able to release herself. She just lay on the floor and tried to get the strength to get up and go to bed. She fell asleep on the floor and didn’t wake up until the sun was shining through her window.
She was stiff and sore and needed a shower. Jill stood in the shower for twenty minutes, trying to get the soreness out of her muscles. After she got dressed and went down for breakfast, she had to think about this. She needed better control. She’d find it, because she knew this was something she could do without anyone else. Orgasms that rivaled the stories Carol told when she got drunk. Even if she could never tell her stories, at least she’d have some.
When she moved into her own apartment, she had more freedom to explore. She improved the restraints with each purchase until she had an impressive collection of restraining devices. Each weekend, she’d pick some out and start on Friday night. Sometimes she’d go the entire night and some of Saturday until she tired of the game and quit.
By now, she had her favorite combination of restraints. This worked on her so well she turned to this combination several times. Whenever she was depressed, she’d repeat this combination.
It started with a spreader bar for her feet. It attaches at her ankles and kept her feet two feet apart. She would put the ball gag into her mouth and put her vibrator belt on her waist. Her vibrators were now controlled by her computer. She could program how long she wanted the session to be, and how intense. This was science now, and she loved it. Next came the hood. She would pull it over her head but not pull it down at first.
When her handcuffs were ready to click on the spreader bar, before the last snap, she’d pull the string attached to the hood and pull it down over her head. She would then snap the last clip on her wrists, and she was naked, bound, blind, and helpless until the computer released her. The locks on her wrists were set to be released by the computer at a pre-determined time. The vibrators program was run by the computer. When it began, the computer wouldn’t release her until the program was completed. She was able to determine how long and how severe the program was beforehand.
Weekend after weekend, if she wasn’t going out with Carol, was spent on the mat in the center of her bedroom being tortured by the computer as she wished.
She got so good at this, that she could stay in this state for more than 24 hours, if she wanted to. She almost never did that. When she achieved 24 hours, she decided that was long enough and stopped trying to increase her endurance.
When she was in her “state” as she called it, at first her mind was active and enjoyed the orgasms as they flooded her senses. But, after a while, she would drift off into a dream-like state where time didn’t matter, the orgasms didn’t matter, she was floating in a sea of mist. She felt like time had stopped and she never tried to move her limbs. She lay in whatever position she had put herself in until the computer freed her.
This went on for nearly a year. She was happy at work. Everyone thought she had adjusted to life and was happy in her present state. She never dated and never talked about men. Even Carol finally gave up trying to hook her up.
This all changed one weekend. Jill was in her favorite position, on her knees with the spreader bar and bent over with her hands cuffed to the bar. The vibrators were active, and the computer was running her latest program. One thing she added for this time was a balloon gag in her mouth that would inflate and deflate as the computer program ran. Because of the balloon ball gag, she had put a pillow down in front of her so that her head would fall on the pillow when she attached her hands to the spreader bar. The hood only had openings to let her breath and for the controls of the balloon gag. She was blind and had added earplugs to be deaf.
Because of this, she was not aware when the power went off Saturday afternoon. The computer stopped in mid-program. The vibrators were on, running on their batteries, and the balloon gag was half-inflated when it stopped inflating. She was supposed to be released at 3 P.M. that afternoon, but the computer wasn’t operating, and the vibrators continued.
She bursa escort bayan had no idea of her predicament, but she did recognize that the balloon gag had stopped operating. This was the one thing she hadn’t anticipated. Once the power returned, the computer reset itself but didn’t re-connect with the program. It simply restarted and waited for new commands.
By Sunday afternoon, Jill’s mind was beginning to understand something had to be wrong but had no idea. She wasn’t thinking much at all and could do nothing if she could.
The only thing that saved her was Carol coming to check on her Monday, when she didn’t report to work. Her father called Carol when Jill didn’t answer her phone. Carol had a key and went into Jill’s apartment looking for her. Jill will forever be thankful that her father hadn’t just shown up himself. The humiliation would have been more than she could have endured.
Carol found her, in the middle of her bedroom floor, bent over with her head down on a pillow and chained to the spreader bar. When Carol saw the hood and the vibrators inside her, she screamed and began trying to release her.
She pulled the hood off, pulled the balloon gag out of her mouth and the earplugs. She removed the vibrators that had run out of battery power. Jill was unconscious, and Carol couldn’t revive her. She was considering calling 911 when Jill finally revived enough to move.
“What the fuck have you done to yourself? Are you crazy? How do I get the locks off these cuffs?” Carol got her some water and waited until Jill could at least look her in the eyes. Carol sat her up on her ass and propped her against her bed. Now all they had to do was to get the computer to release the locks.
It took thirty minutes, but Jill was finally able to speak, sort of. She croaked and tried to clear her throat. When she could finally say something, it was “computer controlled.”
Carol looked at the computer, but it was dark. She knew enough about computers to turn it back on and wait as it came back online.
“Jill, what program were you running?” Jill told her the program and when Carol was in the program, she was able to “release” and the locks opened.
Jill was free, and she just rolled over on her face on the floor. “Good God, girl. You’re lucky you didn’t die. What is all this stuff?”
She helped Jill back onto her bed and put her under the covers. Jill wasn’t still completely recovered, so Carol told Jill’s father her phone had died, and she was feeling a little sick today, probably just the flu. She will be at work tomorrow.
Carol poured some more water into Jill and waited. She went into the kitchen and made herself some coffee. Carol had no idea how long this was going to take. Finally, three hours later, Jill came stumbling out of her room in a robe.
“What day is it?”
“It’s Monday afternoon.”
All Jill could say was. “My God.”
“When did you start that thing?”
“Friday evening. Three days. What happened to my computer?”
“We had a power failure Saturday afternoon. It didn’t come back on until late Saturday night. Your computer must have reset but not returned to the program it was running when it went down. You’re lucky your father called me when you didn’t answer your phone, or who knows if you’d survived this contraption.”
Carol gave her a cup of coffee and Jill drank it down. When Jill finally had her wits back and could think again, she told Carol the whole story. Carol sat and listened in stunned silence.
When Jill finished, Carol sat speechless. What was she supposed to say? Your machine nearly killed you? You’re nuts? Ten minutes later, Carol was softening. She could see how this form of satisfaction would appeal to Jill. She never had much luck with men, and women were out of the question. Self-induced orgasms did make sense for her.
Finally, Carol had to say something. “Jill I can understand your desire to get some satisfaction on your own. If you’d just told me, I’d have helped you. Don’t be embarrassed, I’m proud of your inventiveness. Look, if you insist on continuing this, at least let me help you. You would be safer, and there are more things you can do if there is someone there to lock and unlock you, and make sure nothing happens to you.” Jill shook her head. “Okay, but think about it, girl. I won’t say a word to anyone, I swear. I’m your friend and I’ve got your back.”
Carol stayed until Jill was fully recovered and finally went home. Jill went back to work the rest of that week and Carol decided they needed to go out partying the next weekend.
Jill left everything put away for a while, until the itch returned. Jill was still afraid, but the itch grew stronger until it was all she could think about. She finally called Carol and asked her to come over.
“Carol, I have tried to leave my toys in the closet, but I’m having a hard time not returning to them. I think I will take you up on your offer to help me.”
“I’m glad you called me. Of course, I’ll help you. How about now?”
That made Jill happy, and she ran to get everything out. She explained what everything was, and how they worked. Just listening to what these things did to Jill gave Carol a buzz. By the time Jill finished showing her everything, Carol was having second thoughts. This might be fun, after all.
Since Carol was there to help her get into her toys, Jill decided to use a few things she had not been able to fully use before. She has leg binders, straps that wrap around the thigh and the shin. When pulled tight, the leg is doubled back on itself and immovable. She had used these some before, but now she could use the ones for her arms. When fastened her wrist is pulled up against her shoulder, making her hands and arms useless. She had not been able to use them before, but now Carol could bind her arms. This made her completely immobile.
She had some new vibrators, including one that had two heads. This one was the only one she needed to impale both her pussy and ass. Once attached to its belt, it was firmly in place and could be controlled by the computer remote.
They decided to set the program for the next day at noon. Carol would come back and ensure the program had worked as designed. The computer began the program. Carol watched with interest. Before she left, she put a ball gag into Jill’s mouth, the earplugs in, pulled the hood over her head. Before she left, she threw a blanket over Jill. All she was now was a lump in the middle of the room. Carol patted her on the head and left.
Jill was surprised by the ball gag and the blanket, but the surprise was the best part. Carol was innovating, and the uncertainty of it made Jill even hotter. The first attack of the vibrators brought her to a swift conclusion. It took her some time to get used to the tightness of the binders on her arms and legs. She was able to move each a little, but she mostly had to lie on her back and wait for the computer to attack her again. She could hear nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing unless the vibrators were on. The feeling of the blanket on her knees and arms did give her an even deeper sense of isolation and protection. Bless Carol for that!
Time passed. Jill would sleep until one or both vibrators came to life. She would have a few minutes of squirming activity and then back to quiet. Sometimes she had an orgasm when the vibrators came on, but sometimes she wouldn’t. The uncertainty was one of the best parts. She quickly had no idea how long she had been there, and how much longer she had left. She drifted in and out of consciousness until Carol returned. The computer shut the program off on schedule and Carol pulled the blanket off.
Carol removed the hood, earplugs, and gag. Jill lay there, still. By the time Carol got the limbs freed, Jill was beginning to move her head and focus her eyes. All Jill could say at that time was. “Is it time already?”
Jill was sweaty and needed water. Carol held the bottle of water as Jill drank it down. She stretched out Jill’s limbs and began massaging each until the color returned. “Okay, Jill, we need to get you on your bed.”
Carol helped Jill to sit up and put her arms under Jill’s shoulders to help her onto her bed. When Jill was comfortable, Carol started. “Jill, how do you feel?”
“I feel completely spent, like every bit of energy has been wrung out of my body. My pussy and ass are sore. I feel like I’ve been used up entirely by my sexual demons, and I’m happy about it.”
Carol had no answer for that. She loves sex, and has had many wonderful experiences, both with a man and by herself, but nothing she would describe like that.
“You don’t feel claustrophobic?” Jill shook her head. “You don’t panic when you discover you can’t move?”
“No, I got used to it. It became my protector. I’m hidden, and away from harm to enjoy my own secret pleasures. Thanks for the blanket, by the way. A wonderful touch that added to the allusion.”
While they were talking, all Carol could think about was trying this herself. She just didn’t know how to bring the subject up.
Jill saved her the trouble. “You know, if you ever want to try a short version of this, I’d be glad to help you. That’s the least I can do for you saving me.”
Carol hung her head. “I could never. I’d be afraid.”
“We can do one hour. Just one hour so you can get the feeling without the risk. All you have to do is say the word. You know I’d never tell anyone after what you’ve done for me.”
Jill could tell Carol was intrigued. Carol knew it was now or never. If she ever wanted to see what it felt like, it would have to be now. “I guess I could do an hour, if you’re here to watch over me.”
“Of course I’d be here. We will start with simple bindings. All you would have to do is start struggling, and I’d release you. When do you want to try it?”
Carol knew she had to do it before leaving now. “I guess now is the best time.”
Jill jumped up and clapped her hands. “Yes, this will be great. I’ll get a couple of simple things while you go into the bathroom and remove your clothes.”
“Remove my clothes?”