Unexpected circumstances.

Unexpected Circumstances.

Chapter 2.

It seemed to take forever before I heard his voice on the line. However, before I said anything in response, guilt about my impending infidelity got the better of me and I hung up the phone the moment he answered. "Weak willed bitch!" I snapped at myself then resolved to go through with it and pressed the redial button.

When he answered the second time, I introduced myself, wondering if indeed he'd remember me. The tone of his voice confirmed that he did.  We chatted for a few minutes, exchanging pleasantries before I finally built up enough fortitude to tell him exactly why I was calling. Well, almost. I left out the part about being married and my husband having taken the twins away camping for the weekend.

To my surprise, he chuckled a few times as I related to him my slutty display in the office upon discovery of his e-mail. When I further related what I'd done once arriving home, he seemed rather interested and pleased that I'd managed to find some of the props we'd used together years earlier. For the second time in a few minutes I'd selectively omitted the presence of three other men in my life, my husband and twin sons. Finally I braved my fear of him rejecting me and gave voice to what was on my mind.

"Can I see you Sir? Tonight? Please?" I inquired hopefully, then gnawed at my bottom lip with my upper teeth and held my breath as I awaited his answer.

"Right now I'm interstate Monica.” he said, my heart sinking as I heard his words, the propspect of my weekend having a more stringent bondage component in it seemingly disappearing in that instant. “I'm about to board a plane to come home." he then stated, renewing my hope of seeing him and brightening my spirits immediately.

"What time does it get in?" I asked tentatively, hoping he was only a few hundred miles away and would be back in our city in a little over an hour.

"It's due in at ten fifteen."  Sir replied.

My heart sank and I sighed into the phone when I heard his answer then checked the clock on the computer in front of me. It was only seven forty-five. He wouldn't be back in town for another two and a half hours, and heaven only knew how much longer after that it would be before he arrived home.

I was suddenly facing the prospect of being in my supercharged state of arousal, and with my needs unmet, for the rest of the evening. I needed him and his creative talents, and I needed them tonight! “I could pick you up!” I then volunteered impetuously, my cunt once again doing the thinking rather than my brain.

"Really?." Sir asked. “Are you in that much need of a bondage fuck?” he then further inquired. His words caused my face to flush brilliant crimson and right at that moment I was glad he was so far away and couldn't see the embarrassment I was enduring as he'd hit the nail right on the head with his question.

“More than you think!” I blurted out without thinking, my hand clamping over my mouth almost immediately the words in my head were given voice and transported down the phone line.

“As you wish then.” he said in a warm friendly tone. “I'll see you at the airport when I land. I have to run, they just called boarding for my flight. Drive safely.” he then said before hanging up the phone.

I grinned like the proverbial Cheshire cat at the phone in my hand for a few moments when the call ended so abruptly, then shook my head and placed it down. I rose and quickly headed for the bedroom upstairs, the dildo and butt plug jostling inside me with each impatient step. .

Inside the bedroom, my fingers clutched the waistband of the panty girdle that held the invaders in place in my cunt and rectum and began to roll it down my hips before I caught sight of the time on the bedside clock. I stopped what I was doing and glanced towards the mirror on the dresser, then back to the clock, then back to the mirror. Mentally I calculated how long I'd need to shower and dress, then drive to the airport and arrive with time to spare.

       My mind raced with selfish thoughts of more playtime before I actually had to start doing something about going to meet Sir. “You've got time.” I grinned conspiratorially to my own reflection then moved to the side of the bed and set the alarm on the clock for eight thirty. ImpatientlyI opened the top drawer of my nightstand and rummaged through it, finally finding the keys to the cuffs still locked around my wrists. I unlocked the one around my right wrist and let it dangle then turned and walked quickly to the walk in closet again.

Two minutes later I was back at the side of the bed with two of  Andy's neckties and one of his belts in hand. I sat on the edge of the bed and bound my ankles together with one of the ties, then used the belt to secure my knees. The second tie I wound between my bound ankles a couple of times and secured it, then tied a slip knot in the other end.

I reached for the hood I'd worn earlier and pulled it over my head, plunging myself into darkness again then lifted the ballgag from the base of my throat and once more wedged it between my teeth and buckled the straps behind my head. I paused then for a moment, contemplating just how clever my idea of a self administered hogtie would be, debating whether or not to go through with it. Finally I succumbed and rolled onto my tummy then drew my legs up behind me. I fed the handcuffs throught he slip knot I'd formed in Andy's tie then slipped my hand back into the dangling cuff and secured it around my right wrist.

As I tested the simple, yet quite effective hogtie I'd placed myself in I felt my juices seep into the crotch of my panty girdle yet. The last time I'd so quickly secreted my cunt crème while hogtied was the last time I'd seen Sir more than six years earlier. My mind went into overdrive almost immediately, wild wicked wanton depraved fantasies of being helplessly hogtied, gagged and hooded at the mercy of some ruthless kidnapper running rampantly through it. I moaned and groaned and twisted this way and that with each newly appearing vision in my head of what was about to befall me at the hands of my abductor.

Shamelessly I rolled onto my back and bound arms, causing my hips to rise into the air as my bound knees lifted. I started thrusting my hips up and down, just as I knew I would if I was tied like this for Sir and he was fucking me like the horny wanton bondage slut I was at that moment. I screamed into the ballgag out of frustration when I tried to open my legs and couldn't courtesy of the belt binding my knees.

I rolled over again onto my belly and whorishly started humping my hips into the bed, desperately trying to rub my thighs together any way I could so I could get myself off. I even arched my back as far as I could, fantasising that my gag had been tied back to my bound ankles to draw me into a tight bow and make my fantasy plight even more torturous.

I again twisted this way and that on the bed, even going as far as to slide my chest back and forth across the covers to further stimulate my already hardened nipples. I was so close I could almost feel the orgasm my body was building to and smell the scent of wanton depraved sexual satisfaction in the air. Each shameless thrust of my hips or tits into the bed brought me a little closer to the relief I so desperately wanted and then it happened. The alarm on the bedside table a few feet away sounded loudly, signifying my time was up!

I screamed with frustration into the ball jammed between my teeth. I was so close, yet so fucking far away at the same time! I wanted my orgasm! I'd earned it, and I was damned right then if I was going to be denied it! I pressed on, grinding my hips and tits into the bed even more hwhorishly and shamelessly than I already had, urging my body to respond as the fantasy scenes in my head ran rampant until finally the waves crashed over me and I started screaming and shrieking into the ball jammed in my mouth. I was in seventh heaven. I'd had two mind blowing climaxes in the space of as many hours and neither had required the presence of another person.

As the waves of euphoria crashed about me and caused my body to shake and tremble with immeasurable pleasure, I collapsed on the bed and savored the fact that nearly a decade earlier I'd dared to venture onto the internet and had met Sir, who'd then introduced me to the kinky lifestyle that had been the reason for my night of shameless wanton unadulterated self administered passion and pleasure.

Deeply I panted, my breath coming through my nose as I lay on top of the bed, my cunt throbbing, the crotch of my pantygirdle soaked with my cunt crème. Finally I snapped out of my reverie and moved my hands slowly behind my back, taking care to position the handcuff key in the perfect place to unlock the steel bracelets trapping my wrists behind my back.

It took several tries before I finally located the keyhole with a fingernail then I started to guide the key towards the hole. I was just about to insert the key into the hole in the cuff on my left wrist when I became over confident and the key slipped from my fingers onto my back. I screamed into the ballgag out of frustration at dropping the key and in my haste to recover it managed only to flick it off the back of my blouse onto the bedcovers.

“FUUUUUUUCK!” I screamed loudly as I realised I now had to try and find the key. That wouldn't have been so bad in ordinary circumstances, but these weren't. I was hogtied and hooded and had no idea where the key had fallen and also couldn't see anything but blackness inside the spandex hood, which only served to make my quest a thousand times more difficult.

       

Tentatively I rolled onto one side then moved my hands slowly across the bedcovers. Each second I took searching for the key I'd stupidly dropped seemed like a lifetime. I don't know how long I searched blindly for it, but I soon dismissed the idea of finding it and instead brought my bound ankles up closer to my hands.

I reached out with my fingers and found the knotted ties around my ankles then started exploring them looking for the knots. I finally found both knots, but had no idea which one was the tie holding my hands securely to my ankles. Slowly, carefully I started picking at one of the knots only to discover my wanton kinky sex fuelled thrashing earlier had served only to tighten the knot to the point where I'd have to cut both of Andy's ties to free my trapped ankles.

Again I screamed with frustration into my gag then set about searching the bedcovers for the handcuff key. I silently cursed myself for being so impatient with the key as precious more seconds, then minutes, ticked away before finally I felt the steel against my fingertips. I clutched the key tightly then rolled back onto my belly, vocing to myself in my hooded darkness to be patient and get myself free this time.

Methodically I slid my fingertips over the handcuffs and again found the keyhole then patiently slid the key into place and turned it in the lock. A sigh of releif poured from my gagged lips as the cuff sprang open and my left wrist was freed. I felt for the key in my darkness, clutched it and removed it from the keyhole of unlocked cuff, then set about freeing my other wrist from its own shiny steel captor.

Both hands now free I rolled onto my back, reached behind my head and hastily unfastened the gag that had served to yet again silence my wanton cries of ecstasy during my fantasy fuelled self bondage session then tossed it across the bedroom. The hood I ripped from my head just as severely and flung it in the same direction then snapped my head around to look at the clock a few feet away.

“Fucking stupid selfish cunt!” I snapped loudly as I saw it was almost nine o'clock, nearly a full half hour after I'd set the alarm and nearing the time I'd previously decided was the latest I could leave the house. “You had to be greedy, didn't you, you selfish whore Alexandra!” I further admonished myself then pulled my knees up and unfastened the belt that bound them, the buckle snagging my right stocking and putting and unsightly run in it from knee to upper thigh.

“Now look what you've done you dumb bitch!” I further chastised myself angrily then swung my legs over the side of the bed. If it wasn't bad enough I'd wasted the half hour I'd previously decided would be enough time to shower and change before leaving to pick Sir up at the airport, I was now still faced with having to cut two of Andy's ties off my bound ankles.

I got to my feet then started shuffling across the carpet towards the ensuite. My progress was slow and frustrating and soon I resorted to hopping across the shag pile, my desperation starting to rise to fever pitch. Inside our private bathroom I searched frantically throughthe medicine cabinet to no avail. I was about to let fly with another frustration and anger filled tirade of most unladylike words at myself when I remembered there were scissors in the spare bedroom where I kept my sewing machine.

Again I started hopping across the carpeted floor, my need to rid myself of the bindings around my ankles now more urgent than ever. I reached the spare bedroom and hopped my way to the sewing machine then pulle dopen the cabinet beneath it. “Thank god!” I sighed dramatically as I saw the scissors right in front of me on the shelf. I snatched the scissors into my hand then hastily cut Andy's ties away from my ankles turning them into nothing more than expensive silk shreds as they fell to the floor around my feet. I dropped the scissors on the floor beside Andy's ruined ties then ran from the spare room back to my own bedroom, my hands working frantically on the buttons of my blouse.

I tore the blouse off and left it where it fell on the carpet, and my bra was soon given the same treatment. At the door of my bedroom I unzipped my skirt and pushed it hurriedly off my hips to the floor then stepped out of it. Next, my stockings and panty girdle were given the same treatment as the rest of my clothes, which were now strewn from one end to the other of the landing at the top of the stairs. I pulled the plug from my ass and the dildo from my still throbbing cunt and tossed them on the bed, then ran into the ensuite. Ten minutes later I stepped from the bathroom , showered, powdered and perfumed, then headed to the walk in closet.

Fifteen minutes later after seemingly spending an eternity looking through my vast array of outfits I folded my arms under my naked still somewhat firm and proud breasts. "For goodness sake Alexandra!" I snarled at myself, using my real name once again. "You're going to meet this man so you can cheat on your husband, get tied up and fucked! How fucking hard is it to decide what to wear when that's your goal you stupid twat?" I further berated myself.

Suitably self admonished, I stepped from the walk in closet still naked and headed to my dresser. I opened the top drawer and started pulling items from it, leaving them wherever they fell as I randomly tossed them either onto the bed beside me or over my shoulder onto the carpeted floor. Finally I found my black lace push up bra, matching garter belt, a pair of sheer ebony see through panties and removed them from the drawer. A minute later my tits were cradled suggestively in the wispy ebony lace, my nipples clearly on display while the girls threatened to burst free of their encumbrance at any second.

The garter belt I quickly fastened around my waist then pulled the see through panties up my legs and into place on my hips. I grabbed a package of brand new black seamed stockings, tore the packaging open then quickly but carefully drew them up my legs and snapped them to my garterbelt. I checked my appearance in the mirror, straightened the seams of my stockings as needed, then moved back to the closet and searched through the box of long since unused bondage stuff once again.

After a few minutes of fruitlessly searching through my box of secrets, I spied the shoes I was looking for sitting in plain sight on one of the shoe racks on the floor of the closet. Hurriedly I slipped into the black patent pumps with the sky high pencil thin five inch heels then bent over and buckled the ankle straps. I also added the tiny padlocks that had made the shoes so wickedly enticing the night he'd bought them for me. I snatched a knee length coat from a hanger, pulled it on, then headed for the stairs.

At the top of the stairs I stopped and looked at the trail of clothes strewn from one end of the landing to the other, then turned my head and looked back into the bedroom at a similar scene as well as the incriminating evidence of the two sex toys I'd had buried in my cunt and ass, along with the hood and ballgag lying on top of the bed. “Andy and the boys won't be home until Monday afternoon. I'll have plenty of time to tidy the house. “ I justified to myself then turned and made my way down the stairs

I made my way to the front door, pausing briefly by the hall table to pick up my purse, then noticed the glimmering diamonds on my left ring finger. While I hadn't told Sir I was married, the obvious wedding band wouldn't go unnoticed for very long by his keen eyes. I raced back upstairs and gathered my satin gloves from where I'd dropped them and quickly pulled them over my hands and up my arms. The evidence of my marriage hidden from view, I made my way back downstairs, grabbed my purse then headed out the door, taking the next step on my deceitful journey of lust and desire.

As I gunned my car into life I checked the time on the clock on the dashboard. 9.35. I was over half an hour behind schedule with nobody to blame but myself for being a selfish cunt who just couldn't keep her fantasies at bay. I knew the journey to the airport, even if I got a perfect run with the traffic would take a minimum of forty five minutes and then I'd have to find a parking space and then get into the terminal and locate the man I was about to cheat on my husband with.

I forced myself to calm down and concentrated on the task at hand, getting to the airport to meet Sir's plane. As I made my way through the late Friday evening traffic on my journey across town, my guilt and shame about what I was about to do behind Andy's back dissipated. By contrast, my excitement at the prospect of being Sir's bondage bitch play toy again rose higher and higher within me.

I was about half way through the across town trip when suddenly I heard a loud bang at the rear of the car and the vehicle became hard to drive and control. I eased it over to the kerb, parked it then got out and walked to the rear of the vehicle. "NO!" I shrieked as I saw the flat tyre, and realised that I hadn't had the spare repaired from a similar incident the previous weekend. I  raced back to the driver's door, yanked it open then reached for my purse and opened it.

“He won't have his cell phone on, he'll still be in the air.” I justified to myself as I searched in the dim light of the car interior for my cell phone before finally, frustrated once again, I upended the contents onto the passenger seat. My eyes widened in disbelief when I checked the contents of my purse and saw that my cell phone wasn't inside it. "FUCK!" I again cursed, then searched my mind tryuing to figure out what I'd done with my cell phone.

“It's still in the fucking den!” I snarled at myself as I replayed quickly in my mind the events of the evening so far. “How could you be so stupid Alexandra? I don't believe this!" I admonished myself severely then turned and looked frantically up and down the road to either side, my eyes finally focusing on a sign for a large motel chain.

I weighed up my options. Sir was still in flight, I had a flat tyre and had left my cell phone at home. I couldn't call Sir and let him know what had happened, because undoubtedly his phone was turned off while he was on the plane. I also hadn't written his number down and brought it with me. Calling a cab was pointless because I'd still have the dilemma with the car to solve the next morning, and I also didn't want to leave it parked on the side of the road all night in a suburb I didn't know. My options clearly were limited and very few

Eventually, I resolved to walk up to the motel and ask them if I could use their phone, while at the same time praying nobody inside would notice my slut shoes were padlocked onto my feet. As I stood at the reception desk of the motel, several of the guests wandered in and out, none of them apparently noticing my shoes. At least so I thought until a woman about my age sidled up along side me and grinned. “Love your shoes. Where can I get some like them?” she asked.

I was shocked for a moment at the way she was so casual about what she was asking and was temporarily speechless. Finally I remembered the name of the store where I'd ought them and related it to her. She thanked me and went on her way then the manager finally turned and smiled to me. “The tow truck is on its way miss, but it will be about forty five minutes before it gets here they told me.” he said politely, his statement making my heart sink.

Yet again, I had made arrangements to meet Sir, and wouldn't be turning up. I suddenly felt sick, wondering how he'd react when finally I got the chance to relate the story of my disabled car to him. With my track record of making arrangements to be with him then not showing up, I feared the worst and my stomach started churning. It wasn't my fault I started justifying to myself, before shaking my head and admitting that it was. I should have had the tyre fixed the previous weekend, and I shouldn't have been a greedy bitch and had my second self bondage session, which after bringing me to a second gag muffled screaming orgasm had turned to disaster when I'd dropped the handcuff key on the bed.

I sat on a couch in the motel reception area and pouted, wallowing in my own self pity. Fortunately I managed to retain some of my composure and somehow found a way to sit that didn't give away I was almost naked under my coat, or show off the fact my shoes were padlocked to my feet. It was ten forty five before the tow truck eventually arrived, and just after eleven by the time the driver had hooked up my car to it.

I was shattered. What had promised to be the beginning of a perfect weekend, had evaporated seemingly in the blink of an eye because I'd been a greedy cunt and decided to have a second self bondage session before heading to the airport to meet the man I was intending to cheat on my husband with.

“Ready to go miss?” the driver asked, snapping me out of my self pity. Reluctantly I nodded my head and muttered to him. “I guess so.” I moved to the passenger side of the tow truck then opened the door and climbed inside, my night worsening as I now had to ride back home in the front seat of the recovery vehicle towing my car.