"Mmmpppfff !" was the only sound Sally could make as she strained to
move another few inches across the rug. The way her mouth was gagged
prevented her from saying anything other than some very muffled grunts.
She was sweating quite a bit now - after all, she had been in this
predicament for a little better than two hours now, and she still had a good
way to go before she could reach the kitchen and her escape knife. She
stopped to give her aching muscles a rest and to give her raw feeling skin a
respite from the carpet.

Sally had been eagerly anticipating this day for over a week. She actually
had a Saturday all to herself, and had laid careful plans to make good use
of
it. She had been "into" self-bondage for better a year now, but this was
the
first time she had really put herself in a bondage that she felt it would be
very difficult to get out of. Most of the time,she just simply tied her
ankles
and knees with a couple of pieces of nylon rope, taped her mouth with some
sticky duct tape, put a Quivering Cock vibrator between her legs, then tied her hands
behind
her back with some more of the nylon rope. The vibrator would do it's
thing,
and after about 15 minutes, she would undo the knots on her wrist ropes
immediately after she had come. She had gotten quite good at tying her
hands rather tightly behind her, but the nylon rope didn't knot up too
tightly
for her to undo it after a few minutes of picking at the knots. She always
kept a sharp steak knife handy - one with a serrated blade that would saw
through rope easily - a few feet away from her on the bed.

Today, though, things were considerably different. She had been in New
York City last month on a business trip and had stopped in an "Adult"
bookstore while seeing the sights in Times Square. She had led a fairly
sedate life in the small town she had her law practice in, considering her
fantasies of being tied up, and occasionally tying herself, an "unusual" but
really harmless vice she chose to indulge in. Most men seemed to care
little
for what she wanted out of sex - never actually satisfying the way her
orgasms felt when she was tied. So she dated occasionally, but depended
on herself to satisfy her needs. The bookstore she stopped in seemed to be
dedicated almost totally to bondage. She had never dreamed she would see
so many magazines showing heavily bound women, and they actually had
displays of gags, handcuffs, etc. She almost bought one of the ball gags -
it
looked really sexy to her - but the outrageous price stopped her. She did
pick up several of the magazines though, and had read them from cover to
cover, imagining herself the woman in every picture. She had determined
that she would figure out a way that she could tie herself like the women
she
saw in the pictures. The magazines had several letters from readers in
them, and several of them were from people, like her, that enjoyed tying
themselves up. She read the descriptions of what they had done with great
interest, and make up her mind she would try to REALLY tie herself the next
time she got a good chance.

She had woken up early this morning, excited at the prospect of being tied
for a long time, in much stricter bondage than she had ever used before.
She quickly made some coffee, and got out her box from the closet. The
box had her rope, tape, and vibrators in it. She had added a few purchases
this week though. She already had a six-inch vibrating dildo that she had
gotten a year ago - this was the one she had used on herself in the past.
It
had two new partners now. One was a five-inch long, really smooth dildo,
and the other was a quite thick, ten-inch long dildo. She put new alkaline
batteries in all the dildoes' batt