An awkward silence filled the room and I wasn't sure I could answer Ivy's question even if I weren't wearing the gag. She looked around the room, taking in the clamps on my nipples, the vibrator, the flickering, scented candles, and the key dangling from the headboard within reach of my cuffed hands.
"You did this yourself? This is quite the effort."
Ivy sounded impressed as she looked me over incredulously. I'd never even considered that Ivy would return early, I had watched her leave on the bus to the station, she was supposed to be partying in London right now and then staying in a hotel overnight. Ivy's expression switched from disbelief to a smirk and I dreaded the worst. That was all I needed during my first couple of months settling into university, the story of how I liked to tie and gag myself spread around the student body. Whenever they saw me there would be hushed whispers and snickers, and I'd be paranoid that everyone would be talking about me.
Despite the horror I felt, my body betrayed me as the vibrator went intense again and I found myself unable to look away from Ivy's gaze as I came once again. I could only imagine what I must look like through her eyes; handcuffed to the bed and gagged, a sheen of sweat across my skin as my body convulsed lightly.
My eyes watered from the overwhelming emotions flooding my mind, and I fumbled for the keys with my hands. Filled with panic, I tugged too hard and dropped them to the floor. Ivy couldn't help but let out a laugh as she heard the keys drop. She approached me and bent down to pick up the keys, weighing them in her hand briefly, deep in thought. She removed the ballgag from my mouth and gently stroked my hair, removing it from covering my face.
"Hope. Your secret is safe with me, don't worry about that. Now, I can release the handcuffs, but something tells me that isn't what you want. Then there's the consideration of what I want, and right now, I want to kiss you. Would you like to kiss me?"
The fears frantically racing through my mind slowly calmed, and I searched Ivy's face for any signs that this was a prank. Ivy's expression had turned stoic, giving away nothing. Fuck it, she'd caught me like this, it wasn't like things would get much worse.
"Yes," I answered shakily.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
Ivy's face lit up with excitement as she set the keys on the bedside table and removed the black dress she had been wearing. To my surprise, Ivy was wearing no underwear under her dress indicating that she had originally gone out without any; clearly, she had been expecting some action tonight. My eyes never left her stunning body as she climbed atop my body and straddled my waist. Her hands gently cupped my face and I trembled as our lips met. As soon as they touched, my anxiety relaxed and my worries seemed to float away. The kiss had started gentle, but Ivy wanted more and I moaned as her tongue massaged mine. I hadn't kissed many people so it wasn't a surprise this was the best kiss I had experienced.
Ivy pulled away, and I reached forward with my eyes closed, not wanting to break away. She smiled, seemingly proud of herself while I felt a bizarrely wonderful mix of safe, yet vulnerable in her presence. Spurred on by my blatant approval of her kiss, Ivy leaned in again, focussing on my neck. I felt the tender touch of her lips press against my neck, and she lightly nibbled and sucked. It felt so damn good, and I closed my eyes as I tried to handle the sensations from the vibrator and Ivy at the same time.
My breathing quickened as I felt the intense pressure inside me threaten to overspill again; I was about to orgasm again, and I was starting to feel very sensitive down there, but Ivy had other plans.
She had noticed how close I was to cum once again, and she moved away from my neck to inspect the wired control for the vibrator. Having found the program setting, she turned it to manual and put it down to a frustratingly low level. I had been seconds away from going over the edge, and that expected release turned into a dull ache as the pressure ebbed away.
"Awww, you thought you were about to cum again?" Ivy taunted.
Judging by the grin on her face, she was enjoying this a great deal, and she grabbed hold of the chain connecting the clamps on my nipples and tugged on them. The sharp jolt of pain was delicious.
"Again. Please," I begged weakly.
Ivy complied with a giggle, holding the chain taut so that it was stretching my nipples; the pain almost made me climax, even with the low-vibration setting the vibrator was currently on. Ivy shuffled back a little and spread her legs, revealing her smooth, glistening clit. She held her fingers up to my face, and I opened my mouth to let them in. I held her gaze as I sucked them, and then watched as she reached down to her sex and started stroking her clit.
As she played with herself, Ivy tugged on the nipple clamps, getting off with the little gasps of pain that escaped my mouth. Now and then, she would stop playing with the clamps and use the remote control for the vibrator to turn it up to its highest setting for a good ten seconds, then turn it down again. The onslaught left me breathless, and if I didn't cum soon, I think I'd begin to feel a little overstimulated.
I watched Ivy's face as she enjoyed touching herself while tormenting me. Studying every expression she made, I realised just how beautiful this girl was. Others may judge her for the nose ring, or the other piercings on her face and ears, but she was stunning. I was unable to look away as her face gave away just how close to climax she was, and she tugged hard on the clamps one more time as she pushed herself over the edge.
Breathing heavily, Ivy held her fingers to my face again, and I sucked on them, eager to taste her. She then removed the nipple clamps from my nipples, waiting a second as the blood flow returned, and then she turned the vibrator up to maximum and pinched both my nipples. The pain was intense, sending shockwaves through my body due to my nipples being so sensitive and the overwhelming sensation of the pain and the pleasure rocked my body as I tilted my head back and cried out in pure ecstasy.
Ivy laughed somewhat manically as I slumped against the wall, panting to recover from the intense orgasm that had just surged through my entire body. I suddenly felt exhausted, and Ivy must have picked up on that since she turned off the vibrator. She got up, pushed her bed next to mine and then sat beside me as she stroked my hair while calling me beautiful. I appreciated the gesture and I leaned into her, feeling fragile.
"Would you like me to remove the cuffs?" Ivy asked softly.
"Not yet," I replied sleepily. Leaning into Ivy's chest as I drifted off, feeling incredibly satisfied.
I woke up to the smell of bacon sizzling, reminding me of Sunday mornings back home at my parents. It took a moment for me to find the energy to sit up, and when I did, I noticed my hands were still cuffed to the bed frame. Memories of the night before flooded my fragile head, from the delight of having myself in full self-bondage for the first time, to the moment of panic when I realised Ivy had come home when she was supposed to be out all night. The relief I had felt when Ivy said my secret was safe with her was only matched by the surprise of our little tryst.
Ivy was by the electric hob, dishing up the bacon that smelt so appetising. She hadn't bothered to get dressed, and I took a moment to take in some of her tattoos, including one or two I hadn't seen on her clothed body. They fit in with her alternative, gothic style, and I quickly faced down as she carried a bacon sandwich towards me; I didn't want to be caught staring at her amazing body open-mouthed if I could help it.
"Good morning,"
Ivy smiled warmly as she placed the bacon sandwich down next to me. I questioned her with my gaze, rattling the handcuffs against the bedframe and she laughed goofily as if she forgot that she hadn't released the handcuffs yet. After biting into her sandwich, Ivy picked up one of mine and held it close to my face. I raised my eyebrows at the prospect of her feeding me like this, but she was being deadly serious. Giggling, and rolling my eyes, I reached forward to take a bite, and Ivy moved the sandwich away playfully. Ivy repeated this a few times before I pouted in her direction; the bacon was so tantalisingly close, yet, so far away. Eventually, Ivy allowed me a bite, it tasted so good.
"So, about last night."
Ivy broke the awkward silence after we had both eaten. I didn't know how to respond. How do I even start explaining that I'd fantasised over what I did the night before for over a year before finding the confidence to go ahead with it? I had gone through so many emotions in such a short time that my mind was still reeling and piecing it together. With my initial fears as soon as I'd noticed Ivy had come home early, I'd never imagined the night would end as amazingly as it did.
"Yeah," I started shakily, sighing exasperatedly at my ability to find the right words to say. Still being handcuffed to the bed with Ivy feeding me earlier didn't help clear my mind either, I didn't want to admit just how much the helplessness of that had turned me on. "Where do I start?"
Once I'd started talking out loud about my fantasy with Ivy, it all started flooding out of me. She listened patiently, and I felt relief at letting it all out for the first time.
"Well, that's a lot. Thank you, Hope, for trusting me enough to say all that. I meant what I said last night, your secret is safe with me, I have no intention of telling anyone."
"Why did you come home early anyway? I watched you leave on the bus."
Ivy explained how she got into a heated argument with another girl who lived in the dorm opposite ours; I think her name was Beatrice, but I wasn't sure. I'd seen her once or twice but hadn't spoken to her. Any information I'd heard about her suggested that she was a posh, self-entitled, attention whore who thought she was superior and was used to having things her way. Beatrice had taken control of the evening and had persuaded people to stay in town longer before heading to the train station. This was after all the work Ivy had gone to the effort to book a table at a viral restaurant in Central London, Beatrice had splashed the cash which her rich parents gave her as an allowance and persuaded everyone to stay longer with free drinks. The move had rubbed Ivy the wrong way and she had decided to leave.