Why not take her up on the suggestion?, Jane had said to herself more than once that evening. She had been toying with the thought for quite a while before deciding to give it a chance. She had more than enough time and the plan she had in mind was simple and safe, yet satisfying. She revised it, making sure she didn't forget anything, making a mental list of all the things she would need, while thinking about what to wear.
Once she had decided on her method of release, she opened the doors to her bedroom and the bathroom across the hallway, placing a key on the bathroom rug. She made sure the doors would stay open and not fall close, trapping her, unable to reach the key. After a bit of consideration, she placed the second key on the edge of her chair. If all else failed, she would have to crawl back and make the key fall down. She silently promised herself to only use this as a last resort and not as a cheap way to break her own rules. After placing the pair of handcuffs the keys belonged to on the floor of her room, she rummaged through the drawer hidden beneath her bed, where she kept all the stuff she needed for these sessions. She placed several leather straps and a ball gag next to the handcuffs, adding a remote controlled vibrator after going through her mental list one more time.
Now that she had that out of the way, all that was left before she could begin was to change. She took off her pants and blouse, leaving her with her simple, black underwear, and searched for a specific peace of clothing in her wardrobe. She produced a white shirt from one of the piles of clothes and closed the wardrobe. After removing her bra, she pulled the shirt over her head. It bared her midriff and was obviously a little too small for her cup size. It squeezed her breasts tightly but not uncomfortably. Walking over to her nightstand, she took a ribbon and tied her hair in a high ponytail. Deciding against high heels, she sat on the floor, taking the vibrator, finally done with the preparations. She carefully inserted the vibrator, pulling up her panties after she did so, hoping that it would not slip out too easily. Already, she could feel her nipples perk up against the white cloth of her shirt. She pressed her legs together, taking one of the leather straps and securely fastening it around her ankles. The second went below, the third above her knees, both pulled tight, violently pressing against her bare skin. After moving her legs, or rather not moving her legs, to test the bonds, she went on to the next point on her list.

She couldn't resist. She knew the girl long enough to know that much. She also knew that she would be alone. It was the perfect opportunity for a surprise visit. If she wouldn't come to her, she had to be the one to make a move. After all, what was a little snow compared to what she could expect to find at her destination?

The ball gag fit her almost perfectly. Initially, she had thought it to be a little too big, but she quickly got used to it. After it was pressed behind her teeth and buckled behind her head, Jane reached for the next strap. These last two straps were a little tricky. For the first one, she put it on the floor and laid down on top of it, then reaching for the ends and pulling it together in front of her, fastening it above her breasts. For the last, she turned her arms behind her back. This was not easy. Struggling to even close it properly, the thought crossed her mind, that she might not be able to open it, even if the handcuffs were unlocked. But, after quickly checking if the buckle was in her reach, her fear died down. She would be fine. As her hands touched metal, she pulled the handcuffs towards herself and closed them around her wrists. Finally, she took the remote, letting her fingers wander around the piece of plastic, since she couldn't exactly see what she was doing behind her back, found the right buttons and turned the vibrator on, setting it to the second of five levels. Tossing the remote aside, she let her upper body drop onto the floor. She would rest for a moment, taking in the pure pleasure of the moment, before starting to crawl her way towards the bathroom.

Her steps were almost silenced by the trampled snow. The storm had died down. The flakes that still danced in the winds didn't bother her. A hood covering her hair, she went onward, a smirk hidden behind the orange scarf. Her steps were light and energetic. The tip of her tongue crept across her lips as she imagined what she would find.

The hallway floor was hard. She didn't consider this. The hallways didn't have a carpeted floor like her bedroom. She steadily pushed herself forward, grunting whenever her arm ached from being dragged over the floor, moaning quietly whenever she was reminded of the vibrator's activity. The device didn't continue it's work in one go, instead it livened up any now and then, just for a few seconds, before entering a randomized pause, making the impulses unpredictable. Jane struggled against the tight bonds to no avail, putting herself into the mindset of desperately wanting to escape, for some reason she didn't bother making up, conveniently forgetting about the spare key back in her room. She shuffled towards the bathroom door, her arms and legs pointlessly trying to break the bonds, stopping and shivering when the vibrations went off.
Got to escape! Drool dropped onto the floor. Without a way to maneuver around it, she had to crawl through. Come on, I can't take it much longer! Her shoulder touched the bathroom tiles. They were cold.

The young woman stomped the ground in front of the door to get snow off her boots. She already held the front key in her hand. As Jane's long-time friend, she knew where the family kept the emergency keys.

Jane stopped, her hard nipples pressed to the cold tiles, her limbs aching from the tight straps, a torturing feeling of horniness in her body. A key turned in the front door. Panic washed over her. Who could this be? Mia was going to spend the entire weekend with Claire and their parents were on a trip. Did something go wrong?
"Surprise~!" Panic was replaced by a mix of relief, anger and a very different panic, as jane recognized the voice.