Julliette tries the Doxy
Posted: 17 Jan 2021, 18:11
Is been a month since my introduction to self bondage while carrying out a dare. Although that was only my ankles tied to the table legs as I spanked my backside, the thrill of not being able to immediately chicken out and run for cover added a whole new level to the game.
I’ve watched the video back several times now and the thoughts of taking it further, being helplessly bound whilst someone maybe watching, usually ends with my hand down the front of my knickers.
Miss spent afternoons while working from home have turned into a stash of rope, toys and plenty of practice tying knots and working on the perfect self dare. Finally plucking up the courage to blow £150 on a DOXY die cast wand, which arrived earlier, I think I’m all set!
I’ve changed the Alexa wake word to "fuck" and already tested the back up routine, “fuck” which switches off the smart plug for the mag lock after a two minute delay. But it also calls Anna on the Echo show straight away.
I position one of the dining chairs in front of the patio doors, in the spot I’d worked out I wouldn’t be blatantly obvious from the woodland path at the end of the garden, but I could definitely be seen if someone looked for more than a casual glance. Then position the Echo so I’d be center stage if Anna answered a video call.
In the bedroom, I strip naked in front of the mirror pour and rub baby oil over my smooth skin. I love how the shine catches the light, accentuating my pert B cup breasts, freshly shaved labia and mound and highlight the hours spent working out in the gym.
As I lace up the new corset and start cinching it down, it’s half bust cups push up my small breasts into two rather impressive globes and my waist pulls down to an unusually small size. After a few minutes and smearing a bit of lube around my ass, I gently work the large Sinovator plug into my back side, which stretches me to my limits as the widest part finally slips inside me.
Dressed in just the tight fitting corset, hold up stockings, 5 inch heels and a leather collar that I have locked on with small padlocks. I tie off a couple of rope loops to the chair legs and then plug in the mag lock and latch on the metal plate ready for the ice lock. Unboxing the DOXY, I plug it in and briefly switch it on, to make sure it works, but stick with the idea of not trying it out first. I take the ice lock out of the freezer and set it up inline with the mag lock and what will be the cinch for the wrist loops. If I last that long, the ice should release me in an hours time.
I sit down in the chair hoping that no one sees me, but somewhere deep within the darkness of my mind, hoping to be seen and used in unimaginable ways. I wrap four loops of rope around my hips and the back of the chair, then continue another four below the seat and tie it off, holding me tight and stopping me from lifting my arse off the chair, so removing the plug is now out of the question. Tying ropes to my knees and to the outside of the front legs and then pulling my feet back towards the rear legs of the chair, I was spread wide. Positioning the head of the wand on my now exposed clit, another loop of rope secures it to my leg and the hip ropes.
I sort out the wrist coils and cinch rope before putting in the earphones and then pulling on the leather hood zipping it closed and snapping the small padlock shut. I’m now in total darkness and can’t hear anything except for the sounds of shagging, the wet squelches and cries of women masturbating. Reaching down, I find the buttons on the Doxi and switch it on. There’s no ignoring the vibrations which also seem to be vibrating the giant plug deep inside me. Before getting cold feet, I quickly lean forward and manage to get my arms over the back of the chair. Slipping my hands through the wrist coils and pulling against the cinch cord which was the point of no return.
Almost immediately I was questioning this plan. Maybe someone spotting me, or calling at the house was a minor concern. Surviving the best part of an hour of these fucking vibrations which are like a stampede compared to the waft of butterflies my previous vibrator was capable of.
It’s probably been 5 minutes and the moans and groans through the head phones, and the powerful vibes against my crotch already have me at the brink of another climax.
Orgasms are normally like, yes, yes, aghhh. Fucking good but somewhat hollow, but this kept building and building until I can’t keep control it any more. Every muscle in my body tenses while a flood of emotions surge through my whole body. I can’t see through the hood, but I can feel the wetness that I’m now sat in.
My chest strains against the corset as I gulp in air. I can’t help imagine the sight of my tits, heaving up and down, pushed out as my shoulders are drawn back. The image pushes me over the edge once again and I feel splashes of my cum on my thighs.
I’m not sure if I passed out, or just zoned out, but I’m rudely awoken by the start of another orgasm. As I strain against my bonds, I realise my wrist are loose!
Surely the ice hasn’t melted already. Has it really been an hour, or did I cry out? Nervously I pull in the cinch cord and the realisation that the ice lock is still intact, hits home.
I’ve watched the video back several times now and the thoughts of taking it further, being helplessly bound whilst someone maybe watching, usually ends with my hand down the front of my knickers.
Miss spent afternoons while working from home have turned into a stash of rope, toys and plenty of practice tying knots and working on the perfect self dare. Finally plucking up the courage to blow £150 on a DOXY die cast wand, which arrived earlier, I think I’m all set!
I’ve changed the Alexa wake word to "fuck" and already tested the back up routine, “fuck” which switches off the smart plug for the mag lock after a two minute delay. But it also calls Anna on the Echo show straight away.
I position one of the dining chairs in front of the patio doors, in the spot I’d worked out I wouldn’t be blatantly obvious from the woodland path at the end of the garden, but I could definitely be seen if someone looked for more than a casual glance. Then position the Echo so I’d be center stage if Anna answered a video call.
In the bedroom, I strip naked in front of the mirror pour and rub baby oil over my smooth skin. I love how the shine catches the light, accentuating my pert B cup breasts, freshly shaved labia and mound and highlight the hours spent working out in the gym.
As I lace up the new corset and start cinching it down, it’s half bust cups push up my small breasts into two rather impressive globes and my waist pulls down to an unusually small size. After a few minutes and smearing a bit of lube around my ass, I gently work the large Sinovator plug into my back side, which stretches me to my limits as the widest part finally slips inside me.
Dressed in just the tight fitting corset, hold up stockings, 5 inch heels and a leather collar that I have locked on with small padlocks. I tie off a couple of rope loops to the chair legs and then plug in the mag lock and latch on the metal plate ready for the ice lock. Unboxing the DOXY, I plug it in and briefly switch it on, to make sure it works, but stick with the idea of not trying it out first. I take the ice lock out of the freezer and set it up inline with the mag lock and what will be the cinch for the wrist loops. If I last that long, the ice should release me in an hours time.
I sit down in the chair hoping that no one sees me, but somewhere deep within the darkness of my mind, hoping to be seen and used in unimaginable ways. I wrap four loops of rope around my hips and the back of the chair, then continue another four below the seat and tie it off, holding me tight and stopping me from lifting my arse off the chair, so removing the plug is now out of the question. Tying ropes to my knees and to the outside of the front legs and then pulling my feet back towards the rear legs of the chair, I was spread wide. Positioning the head of the wand on my now exposed clit, another loop of rope secures it to my leg and the hip ropes.
I sort out the wrist coils and cinch rope before putting in the earphones and then pulling on the leather hood zipping it closed and snapping the small padlock shut. I’m now in total darkness and can’t hear anything except for the sounds of shagging, the wet squelches and cries of women masturbating. Reaching down, I find the buttons on the Doxi and switch it on. There’s no ignoring the vibrations which also seem to be vibrating the giant plug deep inside me. Before getting cold feet, I quickly lean forward and manage to get my arms over the back of the chair. Slipping my hands through the wrist coils and pulling against the cinch cord which was the point of no return.
Almost immediately I was questioning this plan. Maybe someone spotting me, or calling at the house was a minor concern. Surviving the best part of an hour of these fucking vibrations which are like a stampede compared to the waft of butterflies my previous vibrator was capable of.
It’s probably been 5 minutes and the moans and groans through the head phones, and the powerful vibes against my crotch already have me at the brink of another climax.
Orgasms are normally like, yes, yes, aghhh. Fucking good but somewhat hollow, but this kept building and building until I can’t keep control it any more. Every muscle in my body tenses while a flood of emotions surge through my whole body. I can’t see through the hood, but I can feel the wetness that I’m now sat in.
My chest strains against the corset as I gulp in air. I can’t help imagine the sight of my tits, heaving up and down, pushed out as my shoulders are drawn back. The image pushes me over the edge once again and I feel splashes of my cum on my thighs.
I’m not sure if I passed out, or just zoned out, but I’m rudely awoken by the start of another orgasm. As I strain against my bonds, I realise my wrist are loose!
Surely the ice hasn’t melted already. Has it really been an hour, or did I cry out? Nervously I pull in the cinch cord and the realisation that the ice lock is still intact, hits home.