Lauren checked the time and looked over her setup. She had positioned a chair so she could look straight at the full-length mirror on the wall. Her office chair was right next to it, the items she would need laid out on it.

A pair of handcuffs was already tied to the backrest of the wooden furniture with a piece of string. The keys were deposited on a low table a few feet behind the chair, in a bowl with a small number of other keys, all of which similar in size, but only one of them would open the cuffs.

Lauren looked over everything one more time and made sure the right keys were in fact in the bowl, before picking up her cell phone for a security call.

"Caitlyn, this is Lauren. If you don't hear from me in an hour or so, I'm probably stuck, so please come check on me. You know where I keep my spare key." She ended the voice message, made sure it sent properly, and put the phone down again. Caitlyn checked her messages frequently and today was her day off, so even if she would mess up, someone would come save her.

Walking back to the chair, she pulled off her shirt and jeans and taking off her glasses, leaving herself in her black underwear, while keeping her hair styled in a loose ponytail, getting ready to begin.

First, she picked up her toy meant to keep her company during the next half hour at least, which was an average-sized vibrating dildo. Slipping her panties down her thighs, Lauren slowly led it into her, biting her lip, until she thought it far enough in. Slipping the panties back on, a small bulge was visible where the bottom part of the toy peeked out.

Sitting down on the chair, she looked at herself in the mirror and took a quick breath, going through every step again in her head. As she readied herself, she took a medium width black leather collar form the office chair, placed it around her neck and carefully pulled it tight.

Taking a length of rope, she started tying her ankles together, leaving a long slack which she passed through under the chair, raising her legs a bit, tying off the slack at the back of the chair, so her legs would remain suspended.

Taking more rope, she wound it above and below her knees and tied it off tightly, pressing her legs together. The movement caused the dildo to readjust slightly, enticing a low, humming moan from her.

Next, she took the black harness ballgag waiting for her and pushed it into her mouth, just past her teeth. She pulled the straps tight and connected them at the back of her head. Taking in a deep breath through her nose, she moaned loudly into the gag on purpose. It muffled her voice excellently and it filled out her mouth well.

She took a look in the mirror and examined herself. The gag already made her drool down her chin slightly and together with the collar drove home the humiliating image she had in mind. There were only two steps left.

Taking the last item from the office chair, the remote, she turned it on, setting it to a pre-made program. The vibrator would start off on the lowest of it's five settings, slowly increase over the first twenty minutes, and eventually end up alternating between the third and fifth setting, before going back to the low stages if she was stuck for too long. As soon as she pressed to confirm, the toy came to life and her body shivered, a low moan barely passing by her gag. Putting the remote back onto the chair, she pushed it away, out of reach.

Not losing any time now, she reached behind her back, taking the handcuffs tied to the backrest, and locked her wrists in.

She closed her eyes and breathed calmly. Her preparations were complete. Now, she could take some time to relax before she would attempt to scoot the chair over to the bowl of keys.

She let her thoughts drift away, thinking about other things. She thought about her sister and how her relationship seemed to evolve. About her programming projects and what to do about some of the problematic instances.

And somehow her thoughts drifted to the young woman she had met at her job recently. The short goth with a particular interest in chains. The same person she had later identified as a cosplay blogger, who was now also doubling as a new model and assistant for Caitlyn.

Should she ask the photographer to introduce them? Or should she try to run into her "by chance" when she was at her place, taking shoots? Both would probably make her seem desperate or creepy, she thought to herself. Maybe there was no easy way to--

The vibrator kicked into the second setting. Lauren winced and opened her eyes. She looked around for the time, but the clock was out of sight from her position. She must have been contemplating for at least five minutes now.

The toy teased a moan out of her, just as she looked back to the mirror. With saliva dripping down into her chest and the collar and gag sticking out, her legs twitching but unable to move much, her arms locked in behind her back, she looked exactly like she had hoped she would: Helpless, trapped, humiliated.

She took a quick breath and leaned forward as much as she could - which wasn't that much, surprisingly - and moved back quickly, at the same time attempting to pull at the chair with her cuffed wrists. The chair moved backwards the tiniest bit.

Lauren huffed and looked around, trying to discern how much distance she covered, but there was no way for her to know. She closed her eyes for a moment and repeated the manoeuvre a few times before taking a short break again. She could see and feel her breasts jiggle every time, her saliva dropped onto her thighs when she leaned forward and her wrists started to ache from pulling and being locked in so tightly.

After a few more tries, the vibrator kicked up into the third setting. By now, Lauren's body was asking for more, even without her consent. Her crotch was wet, her nipples stood hard and a continuous flow of moans and whimpers passed by her gag.

Trying to move the chair had gotten more difficult as well. Her movements were less coordinated and they were already barely effective before, for all she knew. She tried not to move too frantically either, out of fear of tipping the chair over, even though she had actively attempted to in the planning stage and had found it to be too heavy to be toppled.

Lauren lost track of time quickly in situations like these. The only indicator for her that fifteen minutes had passed was when the vibrator increased it's intensity once again. It was pushing her closer to climax and she had to stop and rest. The constant buzzing, constant stimulation, made her body twitch and shiver occasionally. It was unreliable and the desire started to take over her mind as well.

Lauren dug her teeth into the hard rubber gag and looked ahead into the mirror. She was further away, no doubt, but it was still hard to judge the distance she had left towards the table. She looked far more messy up than she had anticipated. Her ponytail had started to come loose, she was slightly bent over, her legs struggled weakly in the tight bonds.

Just a few more minutes and the vibrator would go into the alternating stage. If she didn't try to calm down now, she would be absolutely useless by then. Taking a few long breaths, she relaxed and tried to shift forward a bit, but couldn't. Her breathing became faster as she gave into the stimulation and only moments later her first orgasm shook her body, making her strain against the ropes and cuffs briefly.

When she recovered, the vibrator had already gone back down one level, meaning it had now entered the alternating stage. Which told her that she had been trapped for at least twenty minutes now. She had planned to have reached the table at this point.

Taking another breath and another look at the mirror, she set to moving again. Her body obeyed her again, but it was weakened and the random bursts of increased vibration often threw a wrench into her rhythm.

She didn't know how much time passed, the number of bursts was no indication, but after a few more sets of moves, she felt her fingers bump into something. She turned her head to try and see over her shoulder, though she knew she couldn't. Extending her fingers, she could feel the plastic bowl, but it was not yet close enough.

Grunting, she bent forward again and shoved the chair back another bit. Extending her fingers again, she could feel the edge of the bowl and tried to bend her fingers around it to pull it closer. She gasped in celebration as she got a decent grip and managed to pull the bowl far enough under her hands to start looking for the right key.

The first one was wrong, it didn't even fit into the keyhole. The second went in but wouldn't turn, so she had to pull it out again and drop it.

As she reached for the bowl again, the vibrator burst into the highest setting and her body shivered in response. Her hands shook and the bowl tipped. Lauren shrieked in shock as heard the many keys fall off the table. She gripped with her hands and managed to catch one with her pinky, pressing it against the palm of her hand. Her heart beat quickly and she stared back at the mirror. Were there more keys on the table? How many fell down? was this the last one? How high was the chance this was the right one?

Her heart was beating furiously as she carefully moved her hands, trying to take the key properly and turn it so she could try to use it. It almost fell twice and each time she felt like her heart skipped a beat.

Finally, after several bursts, which made her grip the key in fear of dropping it, she managed to hold it properly and navigate it towards the keyhole. It moved in seamlessly and fit perfectly. Lauren sighed in relief and turned the key to free herself. But it didn't turn. Lauren's heart sunk. It wasn't the right key. She tried turning it desperately, but it didn't move. Forcing muffled curses into the gag she slowly worked it out again and let it drop to the floor.

Extending her fingers again, she tried to reach for as much table as she could, but all of it was empty. No keys, no bowl, if they were still on the table, she could not reach them. She looked into the mirror, defeated. She had messed up.

She hadn't expected this. Caitlyn was just a backup plan, one she didn't think she'd actually need. By the time Caitlyn would get here, she was going to have showered and changed and cleaned up and just drink a coffee with her, but now... now she actually had to wait for her to come and save her.

And she didn't know how long it was going to take her. After an hour she was supposed to come see her, but something over twenty minutes had passed until now. Twenty-five? Thirty? There was at least thirty minutes until someone would come to find her. At least ten of which would still leave her to the random setting of the vibrator.

She could feel herself getting close again. This feeling was new, this feeling of complete and absolute helplessness. Someone had always been there, right there with her, or she had a way to free herself. But now, she was all alone and there was no way for her to get out.



The doorbell rang. Lauren looked up in surprise, breathing heavily. It rang a second time and she considered calling out, but would they even hear her? After a bit of silence, a key turned in the lock.

"Lauren, it's me!" She recognized Caitlyn's voice and sighed in relief. An hour had passed, help was here.

The college student came into the room and put down her purse, walking straight over to her and getting a quick idea of the setup. Taking the remote, she quickly turned the vibrator off and stepped over to the chair. Lauren already lowered her head, so she first opened the straps on the harness gag and carefully removed it.

Lauren sighed deeply and closed her aching jaw. Despite the drool, her mouth was dry and she couldn't talk just yet.

Caitlyn quickly got a glass of water from the kitchen and helped her drink it.
"There. How do you feel?" she asked carefully.

"Better." Lauren said weakly, closing her eyes. "Thank you for coming."

"Poor thing. I'll get you out." She started again with the legs, getting them free and helping her to carefully set them down, then loosening the ropes on her ankles and knees.

"Do you have a spare key or will I have to search?"

"There's one in my nightstand, top drawer."



Ten minutes later, Lauren breathed a long sigh of relief as she sat down on her couch. She was freshly showered, dressed in a warm pair of work-out pants and a hoodie, her glasses back on her nose and a cup of tea in her hands.

"I was really starting to panic back there. I didn't think that could happen."

"That is why you call me." Caitlyn said reassuringly as she sat next to her. "Now just relax. It happens to the best of us."

Lauren leaned back and sipped her tea, grateful for just her friend's presence.

"Lyn... I want to talk about your new assistant."