I was off work for the day, time off owed to me that had to be used or it would be lost. It was cold and raining so I was enjoying a wonderful free day in the house. Curtains were drawn, phone was turned off, and I was indulging in some very enjoyable (and safe) self-bondage.
I had dressed in a sexy nightie, see-through, very short and low-cut, fastened with just a single bow at each shoulder, just to make me feel naughty and playful. My ankles were secured to a spreader bar fixed to the bottom of the bed and pulling my legs wide apart, My wrists were secure in a pair of padded handcuffs tied to the headboard, locked around my wrists with a single key, and that key was lying safely beside my head in easy reach.
Once before I had suffered multiple climaxes over a considerable time because I had used cords with a slip-knot and the knot had stuck. with me unable to fix it while I was being made to come over and over. This time I was using a key and had practiced several times, finding I could unlock the cuffs very easily with the key between my teeth. Also, this time I was using a wireless remote control vibe which made the vibe so easy to turn off.
I had teased myself for a while, then made myself come easily, and was relaxing, enjoying that wonderful afterglow you get from coming when I heard noises. The front door opening and banging shut. Voices in the hallway, two voices, then footsteps on the stairs and sounds from the bathroom.
Oh God, now I remembered, my cleaner had left me a note last time saying she would be coming on Wednesday this week, today in fact. Damn.The toilet flushed. I lay still and quiet, hoping whoever it was would go back down, but no such luck. The door opened and a very sexy teenager, about seventeen I guessed, wearing short shorts and crop top came softly in, stopping when she saw me on the bed.
"Sorry, I was looking for the bathroom," she told me.
"Really?" I said, "so who was it in there two minutes ago?".
She blushed, "Sorry, I was just looking around, you have such a lovely house. I wish I had a bedroom like this. What are you doing?"
"I was playing, pretending I was helpless, while I was made to come," I told her.
She looked at the cuffs holding my wrists.
"So, how would you get free when you finish?" she asked.
I nodded towards the key.
"And this is a control for a remote vibe, is it?" she said, taking the control from my hand. "And you just turn this dial?"
Pure pleasure flooded my pussy, and my bottom started bouncing on the bed as I started to come. She watched, fascinated as I came so fast and so hard. Then she turned it down, leaving me twitching.
"Oh, God, I am so sorry," she stammered," I had no idea it was so powerful."
"Mmm, it is," I murmured dreamily, "that was mmm...",
I wriggled sensuously, and she smiled at me.
"So you would not mind me doing this?" she asked, and turned it up again, lying next to me with a hand teasing my nipples as she watched me become more and more aroused, until I was coming again for her, head back and trying to muffle my screams, something she helped me with by covering my mouth with her lips and turning the vibe to very low, as we kissed, leaving me breathless when she finally pulled away.
"Claire, what are you doing?" came a voice, "don't you touch anything."
"I had better go see what she wants," the girl said. "That is my Mum, she cleans for you."
"I guessed that, Claire," I told her. "come back if she lets you, and if you want to play."
She smiled at the invite, putting the control down as she left the room. I tried reaching for it but it was just out of reach. I could feel the gentle buzzing as it carried on teasing me on the lowest setting. Ah well, I could wait. For a while anyway. It was not too long actually before I heard footsteps coming up the stairs again.
A knock came on the bedroom door.
"Come in," I called, expecting to see the sexy teenager again.
Instead, it was my cleaner, Pam, a very attractive forty-two-year-old brunette, who had been cleaning for me for over a year. She stopped as she saw me.
"Marie, what on earth are you doing," she asked.
"Just playing, Pam," I sighed, "I am sorry, I forgot you were coming today."
"Well what is it Claire was asking me, about coming back to play with you?" she asked, not looking too happy, "was she telling lies?"
"No, Pam," I assured her, "she came in and saw me, accidentally turned on my remote vibe, and gave me an unexpected climax, that is all. And she seemed old enough and interested, so I told her she could come back if she wanted to."
"She is old enough," Pam conceded, "seventeen, but I did not know she was interested in this kind of fun. Or that you were, come to that," she finished.
"I try not to shock people with my kinks," I confessed, "I am sorry if I shocked or upset you."
She smiled for the first time since she had entered the room.
"Marie, sexy lady," she told me, "it would take more than this to shock me. Besides, haven't I got a few kinks of my own that I hide from people?"
"Really," I asked, interested, "such as what?"
"Such as enjoying helplessly tied females when I can get them," she smiled. "and having to hide everything from Claire."
"Your daughter does not know?" I asked, "it must be hard indulging without letting her guess."
"It is," she admitted, "and she is not my daughter. Well, she is but she was adopted as a baby.
