It all started at the beginning of the summer holidays when my friends planned a day’s worth of activities to celebrate my birthday. They started my day off with a healthy breakfast, followed by a facial and a massage at a local spa. Feeling another person’s hands knead against my body was a first for me. Every touch felt somehow forbidden and exciting at the same time. The warmth of the oil, the scent of the candles, her touch - the combination of it all was making me feel things I’d never felt before. I breathed deeply into the small hole in the massage table, trying to distract myself from the sudden burning in my loins. 

I had left the treatment room a little flustered, wanting more, but my friends had other ideas. They took me to a nail salon to get my nails done for the first time. Out of all my friends, I had probably been the least girl-like – usually more than happy to stay in the library to read or study rather than gossip about boys or get my nails done. Still, the result had looked very pretty, and I was pleasantly surprised.

Next on the agenda was a visit to the cinema. While I enjoyed the odd film now and then, I usually preferred losing myself in a good book. The four of us took our seats at the back of a half-empty room. We watched the romantic comedy, and it was good enough to hold my attention, but then there was one scene that changed everything for me.

The male lead had brought his love interest back to his place. After a glass of wine and some comical flirting, they kissed and he led her to his bed, where he cuffed her wrists and ankles to restraints at each corner of the bed. I felt each click echo through me, sinking into my chest. As the last restraint clicked, I gasped for air, somehow not realising I had been holding my breath.

Instead of questioning the girl’s calm demeanour at the sudden change of pace, I found myself entranced by the scene unfolding on the big screen. My friends were giggling on either side of me, unaware of something awakening inside of me as I watched wide-eyed, thirsting to experience it myself. I shifted uncomfortably, feeling a warm throb between my legs as the man started teasing the helpless woman. Something inside me craved to be like her: to be bound and helpless.

I left the cinema dumbfounded, barely able to focus on my friends as they talked about the movie. That scene was seared in my head – I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about how I could make it happen for me.

Lunch formed a bit of a distraction as we watched an interactive Mamma Mia show as we ate and started on the alcohol, but as I got ready for my first time clubbing, the desire returned a hundredfold. 

Even while out clubbing, the image of that woman was still replaying in my mind. I tried my best to enjoy myself while out with the girls, especially seeing that one of them had bought me a pretty dress for my birthday, and they had all helped me with my makeup, but it just wasn’t for me. I was a proud geek, an unassuming girl who was more than happy to sit at home and read a book or play an online game.

Throughout the summer holidays, that scene had stuck with me, and I used every free moment I could to find more online. I had fallen down the rabbit hole, each image of a woman tied up or bound in some way enticing me to fall further and further. Unfortunately, under my parents’ roof, I didn’t have the privacy I needed to explore this exciting new desire. It wasn’t until I left for university that I realised I might get the chance to give in to these cravings. 

I was paired in my dorm room with a young woman named Ivy. The first time I met her, I was taken aback by her appearance. She stood taller than me, though that wasn’t hard; my stature matched my timid nature. I counted at least six piercings on her face and ears alone, and her arms and legs were adorned with stunning, dark tattoos. She wore a black dress that accentuated her beautiful curves with a bountiful bosom that I could only dream of having. 

To go along with her brazen look, Ivy was full of confidence, and I initially thought we would end up clashing. But after a month of living with her, I found a softness in her that endeared me to her. She was funny, caring, and smart – another lesson for me that I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

Ivy made friends with the other students with ease, while I remained reserved. The only time I was confident socialising was when I was with her. Still, when she invited me out this evening to join them on a night out in London, I politely declined. A flash of disappointment crossed her eyes, leaving me feeling a little guilty, but with the dorm room to myself for the first time, I had other plans. 

“Maybe next time.” Ivy smiled warmly, her tone optimistic. 

“Have a good night!”  

I checked the door was closed and rushed towards the window. Hiding behind the curtains, I peeked through to watch Ivy, her vivid purple hair standing out from the crowd as she walked across the campus with her friends to join up with the other students. Their laughter faded as they walked off in the distance, and all I could hear was the sound of drum and bass playing from someone’s open window across the campus. The coast was clear. 

Tonight was the night. Six months of planning - a fantasy that had slowly consumed every corner of my mind had led to this. Since arriving at college, I had ordered online to build up a little collection, hiding the items I ordered in a box under my bed. A month had passed, and the box was still unused. Now I finally had my chance, my hands trembled as I dragged the box out from under the bed.

I placed the items carefully on the bed—two soft coils of pink-dyed rope, the smooth leather blindfold. My heart pounded as I picked up the silicone ball gag, already imagining what it would feel like secured in my mouth. Finishing off my modest collection, I placed the menacing nipple clamps, the steel handcuffs, and the remote vibrator on the bed.

Giddy with exuberance, I didn’t know where to start. My mind was racing, and I could feel my excitement grow as I eagerly removed my clothes. Not wanting to delay any more, I reached for the pink ball gag, staring at it in disbelief that I was going to do this. I opened my mouth and put my lips around the gag, feeling the fullness as I stretched my jaw to accommodate the smooth silicone ball. Breathing slowly through my nose, I reached around to lock the strap tight under my hair, feeling the gag securely lock in place.

I turned to face the mirror to see how the gag looked. People had always described me as innocent-looking. Petite, with round glasses that framed my face. I often resembled a librarian more than a college fresher. The gag stripped away that innocence, replacing it with a glint in my eye that I hadn’t seen before. Just knowing that my freedom to speak had been removed caused me to feel a little flushed. Seeing my reflection alone was enough to spark an urge to reach between my legs, but I resisted. I needed to savour it; I had all the time in the world.

Moving back to the bed, I made myself comfortable and reached for the rope. The smooth fabric brushed against my hands slowly as I unravelled the coil. I cast my mind back to the many rope tutorials I watched online as I found both ends of the rope and held them together. Wrapping the rope around my chest, I brought the two loose ends through the loop in the middle of the rope, pulling them tighter as the rope pressed against my soft skin, and began my first-ever attempt on a chest harness.

With a muffled sigh of impatience from behind the gag, I reached for my phone for guidance. The beautiful woman on the screen made it look effortless, and I hoped one day to be as proficient with rope. Following her lead, I wrapped the rope around my chest in a pentagram harness. I found the process relaxing; my mind relaxed into a serene state as it followed her advice - it was almost therapeutic. But something else simmered underneath. With every constricting knot, I felt myself grow wet between my legs. The tightening rope only sharpened the ache as a growing anticipation of what was to come gnawed at me to hurry up. This was not the time to relax; a deeper craving needed to be fed.

As I finished the final knot, I felt the harness lightly constrict my chest - not enough for the rope to dig into my skin, but enough to be well aware of its presence. It felt somewhat reassuring. 

Curious, I stepped towards the mirror again to check out my handiwork. It didn’t look as good as the ropework on the video I just watched, but it was my first attempt and I was proud of it. The pink rope framed my small breasts, matching the colour of the gag perfectly. A small amount of drool was collecting around the gag, and I watched as it slowly dripped down onto my breasts. The sight was both humiliating and intoxicating, watching the shy girl in my reflection look anything but shy as the drool began to drip down uncontrollably. What a messy little slut I looked like! And what's more, I liked it.

I tore myself away from my reflection and returned to the bed. Seeing myself like that, stripped of my normal innocent look so drastically, was mesmerising. Still, I couldn’t spend all night staring at my reflection, not when I had so much more to do.

After unravelling the other coil of rope, I tied the rope around my ankles, creating two crude rope cuffs which I secured to the frame of my bed. Tugging on the binding, I felt the rope bite into my skin. The reminder that I was secured to the frame of my bed sent a twinge of pleasure down my spine. This was it! This is what I had been craving ever since I watched that film.

Barely holding on to my self-control, I reached for the nipple clamps. The shiny steel clamps were intimidating, and I didn’t need to look down to know that my nipples were already alert. The mix of arousal, nerves, and the gentle breeze coming in through the open window saw to that. Breathing in deeply, I positioned the first clamp over my nipples. My hands were shaking as I slowly released the tension, and the clamp bit down on my soft nipple.

Pain shot through me, sharp and instant, bringing with it a jolt of pleasure that I felt between my legs. I exhaled a loud, muffled moan through the gag, closing my eyes as I adjusted to an exhilarating level of pain and pleasure, quickly attaching the second clamp before I chickened out. I was better prepared this time, though the pain still sent shockwaves through my body. 

Steadying my breathing, I tried to focus. I’d never fully get to where I wanted this evening if I succumbed to the growing desperation. A bubbling intensity spread inside, threatening to erupt with every new step I took. The pain dulled, but as I reached for my last few items, I caught the clamps with my hand, tugging on my nipples. A sharp sting shot through me again, making the throbbing between my legs harder to ignore. I wanted to touch myself so badly now, but if I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

Clenching my fists, I closed my eyes and counted to ten, grounding myself. With trembling hands, I picked up the handcuffs and the keys. I threaded the cuffs around the bars at the head of my bed and tied the string attached to the key within reach. While I hadn’t fully restrained myself with the cuffs yet, I had spent some time with them open around my wrists to test my ability to reach for the key and release myself. There was always that small voice of doubt in the back of my mind. What if I got stuck? What if the key slipped out of reach, or the string gave way? I tried to push those thoughts aside. 

I had this. I’d practised enough times to know I could unlock the cuffs while my hands were inside them, and I’d watched enough videos to know that my knot would be sturdy enough to prevent the key from falling. The fear didn’t stop me; a small part of me was thrilled with the risk. Whatever would be, would be, and I would deal with the consequences.

Determined, I picked up the blindfold, placing it over my head just above my eyes and grabbed my wireless, noise-cancelling headphones to put on. I’d already created a playlist with white noise, and I knew from testing before that it would drown out any external sounds.

Next was the vibrator. It wasn’t massive - it would come as no surprise to everyone that I was still a virgin. Curved in design, it advertised that it would sit inside to tease my G-spot while caressing my clit at the same time.

I turned the silicone vibrator in my hands. This would be the first foreign object I’d placed inside me. Sure, I had played with myself before, but it had always been by my own hands; this felt like something more, like I was finally crossing a threshold.

I pressed the tip of the vibrator against my glistening slit, giggling to myself at how smoothly it slid inside. A small lead led from the vibrator to a little remote, which I set to start in five minutes. If I had set it correctly, the vibrator would randomly pulse and vibrate at different speeds and intensities, leaving me unable to predict what came next. 

My heartbeat quickened as I lowered the blindfold over my head. Combined with the headphones, both my sight and hearing were now cut off. Suddenly, I was much more aware of what I felt. The rope pressed against my skin, the dull, constant pain from the nipple clamps, and the drool collecting around my mouth, slowly dripping down my chin.

There was only one thing left to do. I reached behind me and closed the cuff on one of my wrists. Soothing my worries one last time, I checked that I could reach and manoeuvre the key. With one last deep breath, I closed the cuff down on my other wrist.

That was it, I was now fully restrained. My breathing echoed in my mind, finding no rhythm against the constant white noise as I fought away a sudden sense of panic as my breath caught. Was the rope too tight? Did I do something wrong?

A minute later, I surrendered to my bondage and calmed. I moved my legs and my wrists, testing the bindings and felt a twinge between my legs when I found I was going nowhere. It was that moment that the vibrator kicked into life, startling me. The steady vibrations teased my engorged clit, causing me to feel like I was sinking inside myself. Giving myself over to the incredible sensations.

With no sight or sound, everything felt more intense. The nipple clamps dug in as a soft breeze brushed against my nipples, and I felt my body shiver. Was it the cold, or was it my body reacting to that fine line between pleasure and pain? My drool continued to slide down my chin, and I felt the rope against my skin with every movement I made. 

A muffled moan escaped my lips as the vibrator suddenly became more intense. I tried to bring my knees up, but the rope cuffs prevented me from doing so; I was powerless in the situation. The vibrations continued relentlessly. My thighs trembled as I felt the pressure build inside, threatening to bubble over as I clenched my fists within the cuffs. And then suddenly, the vibrator stopped.

It felt like my whole body had frozen in time, my shallow breaths reverberating in my mind as I waited expectantly for something that wasn’t coming. Kind of like feeling the need to sneeze when the sensation disappears, only a thousand times worse. Mindlessly, I tugged against my cuffs, desperate for something to push me over the edge as I humped thin air. 

But alas, it wasn’t to come. The desperation numbed to a dull ache, and I sighed frustratedly as the vibrator kicked in again on its lowest setting. A muffled groan escaped my lips. I had been on the brink of release just for it to be taken away.

The lack of control turned me on further. Not being able to orgasm at my whim helped me retreat further into a submissive headspace. Despite how much I was enjoying this, a part of me yearned for someone to be there, to be pulling the strings. To feel someone’s touch against my exposed body – a hand pressed against my throat or someone tugging on the nipple clamps, reminding me that I wasn’t the one in control. For now, though, this was more than enough. 

As the vibrator changed again, I realised that I had found my happy place. Being restrained like this, even with the constant teasing, felt somehow freeing. Freedom from any external worries. All that mattered was the right now. Nothing was expected of me; I was merely a vessel of pleasure and pain, helpless as I succumbed to the sensations. I felt blissful, even as the vibrations brought me to the brink once more, bringing with them promises of pleasure and exhilaration, only for the rug to be swept from under my feet once again.

Whimpering against my own volition, aware of the drool collecting on my chin, I must have been quite the sight. I could feel the beads of sweat on my forehead, and my whole body trembled as the vibrator kicked in again. The vibrations were strong and intense, instantly bringing me back, and then suddenly stopping. 

I sobbed, desperate for release as I rattled the cuffs against the bed frame. The vibrator repeated the short, intense bursts three more times as if it were toying with me. I was at my wits' end, humping the air, reaching for any sort of contact. I felt the throbbing between my legs throughout my entire being, a craving for release that would be my undoing if it didn’t come.

The vibrations started once again, hard and fast, though this time they kept coming. The pressure kept building, and for one horrifying moment, I wondered if I had overstimulated myself. But suddenly, the floodgates opened. Electric currents of sensation shot through every nerve, rendering me temporarily paralysed with pleasure. 

I gasped for air, seemingly forgotten to breathe as I clutched the bed frame, trying to cope with the orgasm sending wave after wave of pleasure.

Panting, I tried to centre myself, but it was difficult when the onslaught from the vibrator continued and I had no visual or audio cues to distract myself. At the back of my mind, I knew I could reach for the key to bring this all to an end, but I didn’t want to. The lust was intoxicating, and I wanted more.

I surrendered to the will of the vibrator, lost in my submission. After that earth-shattering orgasm, I was much more aware of my body. The bite of the clamps felt sharper, my clit more sensitive to the vibrator. I knew another climax wasn’t far away. 

Groaning weakly, I clung to the bed frame as another orgasm ripped through me. It wasn’t as intense as the first, but my body felt weaker. The pleasure and the pain ebbed away at my sanity, as my emotions whirled around my mind like a hurricane. Yet still I didn’t reach for the key.

A moment of soft vibrations gave me a moment of reprieve, but I steeled myself as I knew it wouldn’t last long. As the strong vibrations kicked in, my clit ached from being overstimulated, and I moaned from the conflict of pleasure and the ache. My mind raced as it tried to make sense of the warring emotions and sensations, and I didn’t feel the presence of someone nearby until I felt the blindfold and headphones being lifted off my head.

My body jolted awake as I tried to make sense of the sudden change. Everything was blurry, but Ivy’s purple hair was unmistakable. As my vision cleared, I made out the perplexed look on her face, which turned to a knowing smile as she looked me up and down. I could only imagine the state I looked – my sweat-sheened body, breathing rapidly as drool cascaded down my chin onto my chest.

“Hey, Hope,” Ivy smirked.

I met her gaze, her eyes dancing with mischief, before my eyes rolled back into my skull, my body trembling as yet another orgasm rocked my exhausted body. 

Breathless, I looked up at Ivy, who was grinning from ear to ear. 

Shit.