Author’s Foreword

I’d say I don’t know if this is erotica, or it’s a love story. In truth, it’s both. It’s also my fantasies and my experiences, mixed all together. I’m not going to tell you which is which. I hope you enjoy reading it, for the story, for the emotions; and if you find it hot enough to get you off, then so much the better.

Regardless, though, let’s be clear that even those experiences here that are drawn from real life are exaggerated, and moreover that, as the cliche goes, the names have been changed.

Prologue

The last few knots were always the hardest, pulling the ropes holding her to the back of the chair tight around her own chest.

Work had been driving her and the rest of her team hard for the past several weeks- asking them to work late and on weekends ahead of a very arbitrary launch date that had just passed. To top it off, management continued to refuse any work-from-home (going so far as to geo-lock their access to internal systems), which meant an extra ninety minutes of commuting, each way, on Saturday and Sunday. This was her first free weekend in what felt like years.

Even if she had had the mental capacity for it, Valerie had been too physically exhausted to do anything other than the bare minimum of bodily maintenance to keep going. She had not had the time for this sort of self-care in weeks, and it had been months since she’d done a self-tie as involved as this. She wanted to celebrate the “return to normalcy” that she expected to start on Monday.

With the ropes settled around her chest, thighs, calves, and ankles, she was starting to reach that point where she was tempted to just set the magic wand to its highest setting and finish herself off- but she knew the orgasm she’d find at the end would be so much better if she finished the last few things, instead.

The next step was easy- she reached out to the computer in front of her and hit enter, running the script she’d written to be her temporary tormentor. Each device in turn turned on and off three times to confirm connectivity- first a brief, nearly-painless warning shock from the collar around her neck. It was wired to the laptop’s microphone, and it would give her increasingly strong shocks any time she made a sound. The little red light next to the camera lit up to indicate that the microphone was in use.

Next, the plug comfortably nestled in her rear vibrated, eliciting a soft moan. Which, of course, elicited a sharp rebuke from the collar, and the screen warned her that the shock level had increased to two. If she could stay silent for a few minutes, it would slowly drop back down, but if not, it’d keep increasing. She wasn’t sure what that would be like for her.. she’d written the code, but she also knew that it could become a feedback loop. While she didn’t think the collar could hurt her, it could mean almost continuous shocks at the highest level until she was able to free herself. She didn’t think she could stay silent under that kind of punishment, which would just elicit more punishment.

She was okay for now, though. The magic wand- the old school kind, a simple off/low/high switch on the wand itself and an AC cord, connected to a smart relay, buzzed three times. She bit her lip to stop from moaning. The wand was fitted with a silicone sleeve attachment that hugged her dick, which was sensitive, even if still fairly soft even now, thanks to years of HRT.

The devices would turn on and off randomly, indefinitely, until she was able to end the program. Once she locked her hands into the cuffs behind her, that would only happen when she could unlock her hands with the handcuff key. The key would drop within reach of her hands some time in the next hour, or maybe a little longer. This, she has tested several times to confirm.

Just three more parts to her self-bondage- a ball gag, large enough to stretch her jaw almost to the point of pain. It wouldn’t keep her from making sound – gags in real life don’t really work that way – but she loved the feeling of it, the way the web of leather straps wrapped around her head.

Two more steps- she hit another key on the keyboard and a video filled the screen, the media player randomly cycling through some of her favorite bondage scenes. This one was a woman, tightly corseted, arms bound behind her, tall ballet boots, and a steep posture collar, forced to try to keep pace on a treadmill while a domme tormented her with strokes, slaps, and pinches.

Valerie was already imagining how it felt to have someone so control her as she took the final step, clicking the steel handcuffs closed around her free wrist, behind her.

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Even with the videos to keep time by, Valerie had no idea how long she had been restrained. It felt like hours but she knew the key would drop within ninety minutes at the absolute latest. The vibrators in and attached to her turned on again- the code was random but somehow, tonight, they seemed to always shut off just before she could climax, and she was soaked in sweat and twitching, delirious with arousal. Her tormentors seemed to be cycling on and off even more quickly, keeping her at the edge of orgasm.

Despite herself, she moaned as they begin vibrating again, which turned into a whimper as the collar kicked in at level six. She suspected she’d at least have some slight burns from the contact pads, but she was able to clamp down on the gag and cut off the sound, even as her arms and legs twitched against their bonds, desperate to get a little bit more intensity from the vibrations, a little more on the right spot, for the orgasm that felt so impossibly close.

She was grateful for the gag, in this moment, even if what started as a pleasant stretch had long since turned into a painful tension. She felt sure she’d have a chipped tooth or a bit tongue without it.

Valerie braced herself for the frustrating disappointment of the vibration cutting off again as she grew closer to orgasm - while part of her hoped they would, as she loved that feeling of denial as much as she loved the orgasm itself. The vibrations continued, and she half-moaned / half-screamed as, finally, they drove her clear over the edge. The collar beeped and shocked her at its highest level yet, but the pain only heightened the sensation for her, as her whole body shook and strained against the rope and steel holding her in place.

That final crescendo lasted longer than she’d thought her body could sustain, and several twitching aftershocks felt nearly as good as the vibrators returned to pulsing on and off. She realized, slowly, that at some point during that, the key had dropped from its mechanism, and was hanging from its string, resting against one of her tightly clenched fists.

She quickly unlocked herself, and even with just one hand free, reached out to the laptop to close the media player and cancel the running script. She didn’t notice that the little red light stayed lit as she sagged into her bonds to catch her breath, as she unlocked her other hand, and as she worked the knots around her body loose, admiring the rope marks pressed into her skin. By the time she had calmed down enough to be considered a thinking, rational human being, the light had flicked off, and she never saw any sign of whatever it was that had continued using the camera and microphone for a few more minutes.

Afterword

I have more written, and more to come after that, but I wanted to see how this lands. I’ve never really done long form fiction writing before, so I welcome any feedback. You can reach me on blue sky or email me at feedback at quiet dot ink.

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