Where we left off in Chapter 5, Part 1 was....well, it's a lot to type.  You'll just have to go back and refresh your memory (or go back and read it for the first time if you cheated and skipped to the end!  Shame on you.).  Anyway, jumping right back where we left off of my 99% real predicament self-bondage tale....

God that was good!  God that was good!  Sweet baby Jesus that was sooooo good!  I was having spasms coursing through my thighs.  I had chills running up and down my spine at light speed.  My toes were basically lock in the curled position.  And I was craving chocolate so bad I couldn't stand it.  I was reflexively tightening my "grip" on the dildos I'd inserted.  Yes, both of them.  I panted, heaving in large gulps of air.  Little whisps of blonde hair that had escaped from my pony tail were plastered to my face.  I blew one out of my mouth and noticed the sizeable pool of drool under my chin where my wet ball-up socks still lay.

And I really wanted out now.  Not in 10 minutes when the air compressor was set to turn off.  I mean, I already had the key, so why wait.  Not when there was a 1/2 gallon of cookies and cream in the freezer.

I started fidgeting with the key and the padlock on my left cuff.  If I held the key between my thumb and index finger and extended by fingers as far as I could, I could just reach the pad lock.  I scratched around with the key, pinching it tightly, careful not to drop it.  Unfortunately, the key hole side of the lock was flipped around away from my fingers.  Sigh.  I figured I'd just have to wait.  I'd have 10 minutes the next time the mat deflated.  Should be a breeze considering I already had the key....was that my stomach grumbling???  Low long since the mat inflated??

I glanced over at the right pad lock.  It was flipped around in perfect position.  I reached my index finger out and easily touched the key hole.  It would be a simple thing to unlock that lock, if I ONLY had the key in my right hand.  Hmmmm.  An idea was forming.  My hand were only about 4 feet apart.  I could probably just flick the the key from my left hand over to my right.  I only needed to get in within 4 or  inches of my hand and I'd be able to reach it.  My ice cream reward was closer that I thought, and I'd also get to avoid any more vibing on my still tender, pulsing nether parts.  And worst case scenario, I miss by a little too much and wait for the mat to deflate and I'm not worse off.  My decision was made.

I took a deep breath.  I adjusted my grip on the key.  And with a deft flick of my wrist and snap of my fingers, the key was on it's way....a perfect little pitch on a straight line to my right hand.  Until it collided with my collar tether, EXACTLY half way between both hands and landed in the we pile of socks under my chin.  Fucking fuck!!

Buzzzzzzzzzz.  AHHHHHhhhhhhh.  Forgot that Plug 2 was set to turn on too.  I twitched and arched hard and felt a little cramp in my side.  I had to hold super still for a second for the muscle to relax again.  Oh my god, oh god.  The wand was pulsing hard.  Now, I know it's a machine and it only does what it's built to do, and set to do.  It doesn't take things personal.  It just "does."  But I swear the wand was offended by my impatience and my cockiness and it was taking it out on me.  My clit was super sensitive.  The vibrations felt like shocks instead of pressure.  My head was overloading from sensory input.  At least I wasn't gagged and I could moan.  I got lost in the fog and in the explosions of pseudo pleasure for a few minutes, forgetting that I had a job.  I was struggling and writhing about more against my body than against the bondage.  The mat was almost completely deflated when I realized I'd regained most of my range of motion.  But not all.  I pulled my arms down toward my face where the key was resting and they couldn't quite reach.  The mat still held to much air.  I tried to slide down the mat so as to drag my hand further down toward the key, but the collar tether wouldn't allow it.  I threw kind of a tantrum on the mat frustrated by the crotch ropes attack on my ass and my vagina.  I felt so filled up and uncomfortable and could not find relief.  That's beside the continued pulses on my clit.  Tick, tick, tick....and I worried I might be stuck until after 2:00 AM!!

Struggling to focus mentally, I came up with an idea.  My still couldn't pull my hands down.  I was too tired, and the mat was too heavy and still retained to much rigidity.  However, I could pull them together.  I clasped my hands together out in front of me.  Now, using both my arms together, I flexed and pulled my arms in and the mat started to buckle.  I pulled and pulled and tried so hard to ignore the next orgasm building and screaming forward.  Fuck.  I whipped my head to get the hair out of my eyes.  Oh God, come on Tina!

Nope.  It just wasn't happening.  Before I was just barely able to pull my hands down that far, but now my muscles were too far gone.  And then the air compressor came back on and the mat was flooded with air again.  And I looked around semi-panicked for a way out.  The key was RIGHT THERE.  I felt a slight tug from the tethers.  Then it became a more assertive pull.  I strained with the strength I had left to resist but I was losing and the next chance to escape would be in over 2 1/2 hours.  This was going to be bad.

And without thinking, I dipped my face down and snatched up the key in my mouth.  My hands were 12, maybe 18 inches in front of me.  I could spit it to my left hand.  No wait, my right hand.  Damn it Tina.  It's the right hand!  The tethers were too much.  My hands were being dragged further apart.  This was it.  I leaned my head back as much as the collar tether permitted and then thrust up and to the right and spit the key that way.  I open my hand as wide as I could while my left hand stayed clenched as I fought through another rolling climax.  The key landed in my right palm.  Thank God.   The mat extended.  My tethers were pulling out.  They became taught.  I was strung tightly out between my anchor points and the only escape now would be the key.  I pinched the key so carefully, eyes full of tears or exhaustion.  Let it go in.  And finally luck was with me.  The key slid easily into the key hole.  I turned it and the lock sprung open as if to congratulate me.

I shot my hand out to the side of the mat and found my phone where I had set it down.  Still tied down at the legs, one arm and from the collar, I flipped to the app and turned all of the outlet off.  The buzzing and the air pump stopped immediately and I sank into the deflating mat.