Warning: This story features bondage and sexual content.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 2 of Kinktober 2024 using the prompt words Explore and Lost.

Thunk!

“Ohw!”

Loud giggles came from behind me.

“Yooh meah!”

“And you should be more careful.”

I wanted to rub my head where it had bumped into the wall, but my hands were currently unable to reach that spot. I felt Sandy kneel beside me, hold my face gently and plant a kiss on my head.

“All better? Now stop wasting time! I’m sure you’d like some relief sooner rather than later~”

I waggled my hips, feeling the vibrator humming inside me. Too high a level to ignore, much too low a level to reach climax. The real problem was the locked metal chastity belt in its way. Its key was somewhere on the ground floor of the house. It was my mission to find out where.

That mission would have been so much easier without a blindfold also locked on, secured with added chin and neck straps. Being stark naked wasn't exactly a hindrance to the goal, but it felt like an entirely unnecessary addition. Sandy overruled my objection on that.

All that was just how it started off. I’d begun by walking cautiously through the living room, hands stretching outwards to avoid colliding with obstacles. I patted along the couches and felt along the shelves. I got a surprise when my reaching hand accidentally groped Sandy’s boob. I had a suspicion she actually stepped in the way just to make it happen.

It was when I discovered a coil of rope in the empty fireplace that my troubles truly began.

“Found something of interest? I should have known that you wouldn’t be satisfied with this easy a challenge. As you wish darling~”

Despite all my protests that I had zero interest in further challenge, apparently touching the ropes was all the confirmation Sandy needed. A few minutes later, I was wearing one new item: that coil of rope tightly knotted around my wrists, holding them behind me. Sandy sent me on my way with a nice hard spank.

That was over an hour ago. Since then my blind exploration had also stumbled across a ring gag, nipple clamps, binding straps for my legs, and a posture collar. Each and every one had Sandy proclaiming that I must want more, and so each item was excitedly forced onto me.

I also discovered a few padlocks lying in wait. Apart from the collar, everything on me that was lockable now had a small padlock dangling from it. I was assured that their keys were all together at the final location. Which was a helpful clue. I likely needed to find a container of some kind, rather than a single loose key. That helped my pondering of where to look next.

The other clues that Sandy doled out over time were: the keys are were no more than 2 feet above the floor, which made sense now that I had to crawl around on the floor, and they weren’t in the kitchen or the hallway.

Right now I was sliding blindly across the bathroom, shivering as my ass touched the cold tiles. I pushed up into a squatting position, my back leaning against the side of the bathtub. I reached inside the tub with my bound hands, fumbling for any potential out-of-place object. I found something solid but upon feeling out its shape, realised that it had a handle.

“Ooh, I was really hoping you’d find this one Nina. This is gonna be fun~"

“Wahh ih ih?”

Sandy reached past me and grabbed the unknown object. I heard it tapping against her hand.

“You might not want to sit still too long.”

WHAP!

“Aahhh!!”

Something hard and flat smacked my ass.

SMACK!

She was spanking me with a paddle!

“Nooohh stahhh!”

I scurried away, anticipating another strike at any moment. None came. For now.

For the next hour I continued my blind search, now with the added tension of never knowing when more spanking was coming. Just when I started to relax and let my guard down...

WHACK!

“Guhhh...”

I eventually worked out that it mostly happened whenever I stayed still for too long. So now I had no rest at all. Constant bound movement was exhausting but preferrable to a sore ass.

I laid face-down in the dining room panting. It had been hours. I was so sure I’d explored every square inch of every possible room. I had no clue where else I could possibly check.

“Uhhh. Sahhee? Ah gihh uh. Ah cahh guh ohn ehhnehmuhh...”

SPANK!

“What was that?”

“AAH! Ah sehh ah gihh uhbb!!”

“You give up? So I win?”

“Yehh! Yuhh wih.”

“Well well well. So you finally admit that you, Nina, cannot find your keys. After aaaall the times you gave out to me when I couldn’t find mine! Do you apologise?”

“Yehh! Ahh sohhee.”

SPANK!!!

“What was that?”

“Ohw. AHH SOHHEE!!”

“Hehe~ Well then I’ll give you your final clue. Are you suuuure you checked the fireplace properly?”

“Whah?!”

She said nothing further. I sighed and scooted my sore butt all the way back to the living room, back to the empty fireplace. I reached beyond the grate feeling around where I’d found the coil of rope. I leaned in, stretching a little farther towards the back...

A small box. I was that close? Right at the beginning! I could have been freed and relieved myself hours ago.

“Yaay good job! Here let me get that for you~”

I groaned as Sandy sat beside me and grabbed the box from the fireplace. She gave me a proud hug. The vibrator battery had finally died, but I was so on edge that even that touch was a powerful tease.

“Ok time for your freedom. You’ve sure earned it. I'm sure you're pretty darn desperate by now. Don’t worry darling, I'll make sure you... uhhhm...”

I heard the sound of shuffling paper.

“Whuh?”

“This.... isn’t the right box. It’s just filled with old receipts. Ummm...”

“Sahhee...”

“Ok don’t be mad. I may have... lost track of where I left the keys.”

“SAHHEE!!”