Synopsis: insatiable Hera is not going to allow some unfortunate experiences to stop her from enjoying what she loves most. However, she will take some precautions, like not having anyone else involved. Will this work?

Several weeks had passed since Hera's encounter with those robbers who took advantage of her lust for bondage to ransack her place.

Fortunately, her insurance company had covered the whole thing, but Hera was so shocked and scared that hadn't visited her favorite website, www.ff.com, since then.

That was until today, when Hera is surfing again through an interesting topic's answers. 'Favorite fantasy' was called, and there were some interesting replies.

'My deepest fantasy is to be taken from my office place and bound and gagged next to my bossy boss' read one.

'I'm a young nineteen-year-old woman who fantasizes about being abducted and kidnapped by a mature hot lady. A 40-something or 50-something milf' said another one.

Hera was tempted to share her kinks once again, but she thought better. Her last predicament felt too recent yet. However, the arousal she felt reading others' fantasies was too big to be ignored.

She began rubbing herself. As if it was an automatic movement, she led her fingers inside her panties and let herself go.

The touch of her own skin against her most intimate parts was exciting, but felt incomplete. Reading other people's desires was exciting, but living out her fantasy was something else.

So she decided to act upon it. Not trusting to contact anyone to help her, she decided to practice some self-bondage. However, when she gathered her bondage supplies, she realized there was something missing. She didn't have any zipties. Not having handcuffs of her own and not being able to tie her own wrists with rope or tape, she decided that having some zipties would be useful after all.

So she got dressed with tight leather jeans and a sleevless tank top, and prepared to leave her house.

However, all of a sudden, she came up with a kinky idea. She took her ballgag and fetched it inside her mouth, and then covered it with a face mask. She knew that wearing a face mask in 2023 could be weird, but some people still used it, so that would be.

She took a look in the mirror, making sure her hair covered the straps of the ballgag, and she left the house, addressing to the hardware store.

Fortunately, the store was just a few blocks away from her house, so Hera would be back soon enough. However, the sensation of walking around with a concealed gag was overwhelming. That chance of getting caught at any moment was thrilling and captivating.

Once in the store, she noticed people were staring at her.

'It's only your imagination' she told herself.

And indeed it was, but Hera's subconscious kept playing with her.

She grabbed the zip ties, several bags of several sizes, and got to the cashier.

The man in the cashier looked at her, and Hera was petrified he would ask her something she couldn't answer. Instead, he just said:

"24 dollars".

So Hera paid in silence and left. Once at home, she was ready to play.

She gathered all the supplies she would need for the session. Zipties of different measures, rope, duct tape, microfoam, a ballgag, tape, several scarves, her vibrator, of course, and one of her most appreciated items: Stacy's panties. She had kept them from their first encounter. She was going to combine them with her owns, to make the stuffing a little more strict and to taste the flavors of her both crotchs together. The simple idea sent a shiver down her back.

She got undressed and began with the most important piece: the crotchrope. She grabbed a piece of her collection and wrapped it around her waist and down, making sure the soft nylon bit her clit. When she made it, she grabbed it tight to feel it. Just perfect.

Next, she moved on to the gag.

Since self-bondage can't be as restrictive as being tied up by somebody else, Hera wanted to compensate that strictness with her gag. She wanted to be completely muffled, that not a single word would escape her mouth. So she began by stuffing both her own panties and Stacy's inside her mouth. The ballgag followed, wrapped tightly behind her head. Next, some stripes of duct tape, twelve, more precisely, that covered her lower face completely, from nose to chin. Anyone could think that was more than enough, but Hera wasn't anyone. She grabbed the microfoam tape and wrapped it all around her head, over the ballgag and the duct tape, up to fifteen times. Half of the roll vanished. Next, one of the scarves, the white one, took action, and landed over the microfoam, under her nose. The black one received the same destination. And last, but not least, she gave herself an OTN gag with the red scarf.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHYYGGGGHGG" she screamed as loud as she could, only to check, gladly, than a soft moan came out.

Gag, check. Let's move in to the rigging.

Normally, she would build some makeshift cuffs with the zipties and tie them to the waist rope, behind her back, but today was different. Today she wanted to use her hands to play with the vibrator, but without giving up on the helplessness.

So she would have to improvise. She began with her thighs, binding them tightly together. Next, her knees, calves and ankles. She used the duct tape to even bind her feet together.

She grabbed the laptop before continuing, and played a bondage videos playlist to keep her entertained while struggling.

Now to the fun part.

She bound her thighs to her ankles until she made them touch and her knees were completely bent. In order to add some more strictness to her bondage, she added some tape around her legs, making sure everything was as tight as possible. Next, she managed to bind a rope to tie her ankles to her waist by her back.

All set, now to the tough part.

She took two big zipties and three small ones. She used one of the small ones to be attached to the rope binding her knees, and the other two to make some handmade handcuffs that will be used later.

She wrapped one of the other zipties around her stomach, making sure her arms stayed tied at her sides.

Next, she used another one between her thighs and her knees, and maneuvered to bind her forearms in. And now, at last, the cuffs. She put her hands into them and bound them tightly.

She checked how helpless she was and found, gladly, she couldn't even reach her gag, since the rope binding her ankles to her waist pulled her down.

So she grabbed her vibrator and, happily, let the fun began. She turned her toy on and rubbed it against her clit. As soon as the vibes began, her body began shaking, mixing her own moans of pleasure with the muffled screams from the actresses on screen.

“MPhhMphhhhh” claimed Hera, louder and quieter as the buzz did its job.

Her hips moved rhythmically against the vibrator, each thrust sending another wave of pleasure through her body. Her mind drifted, lost in the sensation, as the videos on the screen became a blur of color and movement.

However, something was wrong. As the climax was approaching, the thought hit Hera's mind all of a sudden... Something was missing.

Then she realized: The scissors!!!!!

She had been so caught up in making her bondage as inescapable as possible she had forgotten to ensure a way out.

She tried to remember where she had put them and their image appeared suddenly. The kitchen table.

Unable to do much more than wriggling and struggling, she began crawling. The cold floor against her skin did nothing but to harden her nipples, already pointy enough by the arousal.

Little by little, she reached the kitchen and found the table. The scissors were there, on a wooden plate, just where she had left them. But now what? She couldn't reach them.

She began to panic, the fear of being trapped and helpless mixing with the desire to come. Her struggles grew more frantic, her moans more desperate, as she tried to find a way out of this impossible situation.

She tried to undo the bindings attaching her ankles to the rest of her body, but to no avail. She had tied them too tight.

"MPHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed out of desperation, even though she didn't know how to explain her current situation to her neighbours, or the police.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHH" came the reply from the living room.

She then remembered she had left her laptop on, playing bondage videos. The muffled screams from her screen brought back to the arousal.

Realizing escape was impossible, there was only one thing to do. Her lust took over again, so she began crawling back to the living room. Squirming, struggling.

She reached the living room and grabbed her most needed item at the moment: her vibrator. She maneuvered to point her crotchrope with it and turned it on back again. The buzzing was transmited to both the rope and her clit, and Hera felt the orgasm growing up again.

"MPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she yelled, confident that no one could hear her through her huge gag.

Her body trembled, her thighs clenched tightly around the vibrator as she climaxed, her muscles tensing and her breath coming in short gasps. The pleasure coursed through her, making every nerve ending tingle and her mind go blank with ecstasy.

She lay there, panting, for several moments before managing to collect herself enough to consider her situation. The ropes still bound her tightly, but she felt a renewed sense of control. The scissors were out of reach, but she could still use her vibrator to bring herself to another orgasm.

What else could she do, after all? So she let her lust to take control again.

She reached between her legs, feeling the vibrations of the toy through the thick ropes that held her captive. Her fingers trembled as she moved the vibrator back and forth, teasing her clit. The tension grew inside her once again, the pleasure building with each thrust of the vibrator.

The second orgasm hit her stronger than the first one, leaving her pussy more sensitive.

So now it was time to try and get out of the situation she had brought to herself. But how? Was there going to be any bondage adventour that ended up just fine for her?

She began to think, to plan, as her body cooled down from the intense pleasure. She remembered a trick she had seen in a video once, a way to use the friction of the ropes against her skin to slowly work her way free. It would take time, but it was worth a shot.

She wriggled and rubbed her body against the floor, trying to loosen the ropes. However, as minutes passed to hours and ropes didn't seem to move an inch, she gave up.

She took a look out the window. Sun had began to leave its place to the night and suddenly, she felt fatigue of hours of futile struggle hitting her whole body.

So she decided to take a rest. After all, some sleep would help her renew her strength.