My Twitter followers will know that, last week, I took a sick day just for the hell of it to be able to stay home, tie myself up and play 
After agonizing for several minutes over the setup, I finally settled on how I was going to proceed: I started with a pair of opaque black Leg Avenue stockings, a flimsy little black lacy 4-strap garter belt I use almost exclusively for play (too damned feeble to actually hold up my real stockings while out-and-about on a daily basis!), and a pair of mid-height (3″) buckling black heels 
I gathered all my various ropes and “accessories” (black satin opera gloves, 2 vibrating toys, my favorite ballgag trainer, and a black spandex hood for use as a blindfold), and lay a pair of safety scissors on the floor across the room from where I was going to be. I decided I wanted to hogtie myself with a real, honest-to-goodness cinch loop
I placed both of my toys inside myself, remote nestled in each of my stocking tops, and proceeded to rope myself up After I had gotten the legs, cinch loop, and chest harness, I gagged myself tightly and pulled on the smooth, silky gloves. Hehe, I had to force myself not to finger myself to orgasm right then I pulled the spandex hood over my bridled face ( ) and readied myself for the moment of truth 
With my heard pounding like a hardcore porn star ( ), I placed my wrists through their coil within the cinch loop, and pulled the hogtie loop tight!
Oh man, it’s such a rush to be so completely helpless in rope, without any way of wriggling or struggling free It gives me such a sense of bliss, it’s hard to describe. With the combination of this initial rush, and the buzzing toys in my pussy, I practically came right away in a massive gasp of pleasure *blushes* Instead, I managed to contain myself, and started moaning and bucking against my bonds. My first orgasm came within about 10 minutes (hey, I could only hold it in so long! ), but the next wave wasn’t as immediate. I had enough time to really savor the sensations of helplessness and moan unintelligibly behind my gag before the second one hit ;D
Shortly after the second orgasm, I figured it was time to start making preparations to get free, so I started inching my way across the room in the general direction of where I’d put the scissors. It was agonizingly slow, but that was just fine with me! At least at first. I had another 2 orgasms “on my way” wriggling across the room while hogtied, and I was starting to get really worn-out and my poor little pussy was starting to get sore from all the vibrating attention. After what felt like 20 minutes unsuccessfully searching for the scissors, I started to get a hint of that unpleasant rush from the early stages of panic. As much as I loved being bound and gagged like this, I didn’t particularly want to be trapped completely until Master came home! I started to thrash around a bit more desperately in my search, and thankfully managed to find them before I became a nervous wreck!
After cutting myself loose, I had a nice, hot shower to relax, and a nice, cool salad for lunch All-in-all, it was a really good day I still kinda wonder what Master would have done had he come home and found me hopelessly helpless like that. Only one way to find out And maybe a story for another day
*gag kisses!*
