Note: This work of fiction is for adults only!  It contains nudity, sexual situations and bondage.

What’s the deal with men today?  Oh, I know, they are the same as they’ve always been, when it comes to women, they only have one thing on their minds.  Why can’t their one-track minds have a little more imagination?  They just don’t seem to be able to understand that many women have diverse desires and some of us need something different than the plain old so-called ‘normal’ love making.

I had a couple of boyfriends in High School and became sexually active, as they say, when I was sixteen.  The three times my boyfriends and I had sex, although the feelings of lovemaking were good and I enjoyed it very much, I never felt the ecstasy I thought was supposed to be part of sex. I learned later that I didn’t have orgasms.

The boy I met in college, whom I thought I was in love with, was a very good lover but I still wasn’t getting that feeling of ecstatic bliss that my roommates were talking about after their dates.  Then once, during what I’m sure he would describe as wildly passionate sex, he grabbed my wrists and held them tightly and firmly down against the bed.

He was kissing my neck and nibbling my ear lobes and I was struggling against his grip.  I felt my heat rising and his tongue rasped across my nipples and I heard myself moaning.  When he entered me, I was wet and slick and he penetrated with ease and I felt myself bucking my hips against his with more lustful desire than I’d ever known.  When he throbbed and swelled and the hot semen spewed inside me, I convulsed and spasmed and slammed into him, driving him to his maximum as shot after shot splashed the walls of my vagina.

I’d had my first real orgasm. And what ecstasy it was!  I knew it was even better than those my girlfriends raved about.

Afterwards, we lay together, I nestled under his arm with my head on his shoulder and my left arm across his chest and his right arm curled around under me and holding my left tit in his hand, he’d said, “God damn, Melynda, fucking a, that was hot.”  Romantic, right!?

I already knew about sex and bondage.  One of the girls in the dorm talked about her boyfriend letting her handcuff him to the bed for sex. And of course, that book Fifty Shades of Gray was a bestseller ‘Soon to be made into a major motion picture’.  That night with Ben, triggered fantasies of being bound, teased and ravished over and over.

I tried to tell this to Ben but it was too embarrassing for me to come right out and say, “tie me down to the bed and have your way."  My hints were too subtle, I guess, and he never caught on that pinning my hands down was the trigger to the fantastic sex we’d had that night. Eventually, we broke up.

In the years since, I’ve learned that I can tie myself, using various methods of release, and come very close to the same mind-blowing, body-shuddering climaxes no man has ever given me.  I use belts, ropes, chains, locks, and handcuffs and vibrators and fantasize about strong, young men keeping me captive to use as their sex slave.  The climaxes and orgasms I have during and after these sessions are always more satisfying than the sex with any of the dates I’ve had.

Yesterday evening, about twenty minutes after sunset, I was standing, leaning on the railing of the balcony outside the sliding door of my second-story bedroom, thinking that I was feeling the need for a bondage session.  Then I noticed my storage shed there in the corner of my back yard. Perfect, I thought, being outdoors (almost) would add that little extra riskiness I craved.

Once in a while, Melynda, my neighbor that lives across the alley, and I cross paths.  We aren’t really friends, just neighbors but we nod and wave to each other.

She is older that me, I’m almost twenty-three and if what I heard is right, she’s twenty-eight. She’s cute and kind of tall, for a girl, I’d say around five-ten and has a very shapely body, nice firm long legs which I like, a slim waist with only the tiniest of a tummy bulge. Her tits although not large, my guess would be thirty-six ‘C’, certainly look nice and firm. I’ve noticed her braless under a t-shirt when she’s mowing her yard; no sagging boobs on her.

The alley runs between our backyards, hers on the east side and mine on the west.  We both have cedar fences around our yards with gates for access to the alley.  We sometimes see each other when we’re putting out our trash cans.  I sometimes think I’ll ask her out when this happens but I’ve seen her with another guy, probably a boyfriend.

The house I’m renting has only one story.  Melynda’s has a second floor over the north half of her house with a balcony deck and one of those sliding patio doors for access.  I only took notice of this when I took some stuff up to my attic and looked out the window toward her house. The curtain of the patio door was halfway open and I could see that the room was a bedroom.  I could see foot board of a large bed, the half-open bi-fold door of a walk-in closet and to the left of the closet what had to be the entry to a bathroom.

Well, being a red-blooded American male and what most of my friends think I am, a sex-crazed horny pervert, I thought, this could be interesting.

Just after sunset, I got a folding chair and my handy-dandy, sex-pervert binoculars and set myself up at the attic window.  Melynda’s curtain was still halfway open and I thought I had a good chance of seeing her.

I watched for quite a while without seeing her.  I was beginning to believe that she wasn’t even home when, it was long since dark, then bedroom light came on and she walked in and past the foot of the bed. She titillated me briefly, wearing only bra and panties, as she walked around the bed and entered the bathroom.

I waited and watched for about twenty minutes before she came out of the bathroom.  She had a white, fuzzy, full-length robe wrapped around her and tied at the waist.  I got a couple of flashes of bare leg as she walked back around the bed before she pulled the cord and closed the curtain, ending my voyeurism for the evening.  The light went out but she must have had a table lamp because the room was still dimly lit.  I imagined her in bed, reading, or something…

I got up and adjusted myself in my jeans in disappointment.  As I headed down from the attic, the glimpse of her semi-nudity and the flash of her firm, white thigh I’d seen through the binoculars, got me to thinking that even though she was older, still, I could easily go for her.

After a quick shower, I was in my bed stroking my hard-on with visions in my head of Melynda naked in her steamy bath, hot soapy foam running down the slopes of her breasts, across her tummy and through the silky curls guarding the lips of her pussy.  And doing the same as me, in the dim light of her bedroom.

I knew what I was going to do and my plans are all made.  I began watching the weather forecasts because my plan doesn’t include stormy, rainy weather.  I need hot temperatures, too, I don’t like to be cold when I’m naked.

The shed is ready, I’d made sure of that.  I had to fix the door, it has a tendency to stick and I couldn’t have that happen so I completely removed the latching mechanism. And I made sure the single electrical outlet was working.

The forecast for this Friday is what I want, 880 with high thin clouds and only a two percent chance of rain for the 72-hour period.  The temperature wouldn’t go below 80 until almost eleven o’clock at night.

Then I happened to be looking at my calendar and noticed that the full moon was coming up.  It would happen the Saturday night, after next.  I thought, yeah, another element of risk, being outdoors, at night but with a full moon making it almost like daytime. Could I wait?  This time of year, the risk of the weather changing wasn’t all that much.

I checked the weather forecast Wednesday and my patience was rewarded.  It was to be 920 on Friday and Saturday with clear skies for the full moon to rise about a half hour after sunset.  This was perfect for my plan and I was glad I’d waited.

Along about four o’clock Saturday afternoon, I figured it was time and gathered my stuff and went out to the shed.  Inside I stripped off my clothes and put them in a metal toolbox and locked it shut with a padlock.  I plugged in my timer and the electromagnet, rated at 500lbs, into the timer.  Since I only weigh 122, I wouldn’t be able to pull loose from the magnet while it was charged with electricity.

I punched in the settings on the timer so it would shut off the electricity at a random time during a five-hour period, starting two hours from now.  I could be loose from the magnet as early as six o’clock but no later than eleven.  Sunset wasn’t until 8:42 and it wouldn’t be totally dark until almost nine-thirty and the moon rising just before ten.  If the magnet let loose before nine, to release myself from my restraints, I’d have to risk the trip across my yard, in daylight, to get the keys from my dining room table.  After ten, or so, it’d be a moonlight crossing.

It only took me a few minutes to finish my self-imposed imprisonment in my storage shed.  The gag took the longest.  I shivered with delight at the sound of the ratcheting of the handcuffs closing on my wrists.  It was already hot in the shed and the sweat was starting to run.  I had no idea what time it was, except it couldn’t be much past 4:30 and I probably had at least two hours to wait.

I was soon glad I had decided not to use my nipple clamps or vibrating dildo.  I’d never had the clamps on for more than thirty minutes and the vibrator overloaded me with multiple orgasms that wouldn’t stop, or kept me on the edge without finishing me off.  But then I did began wishing I had some kind of stimulation, simply waiting for release was becoming boring.

I started watching the rays of sunlight that striped across the floor from the gaps in the boards.  My sweat tickled my tummy as it trickled down. Was the sun going down, yet?  God, it is hot in here.  I rattled the chain and shook the handcuffs.  I am really trapped and have no clue when I’ll get loose. I closed my eyes and shook my head to fling the droplets of sweat from my forehead.  I felt moisture ooze from within and trickle down my thighs.  A waft of breeze brought the scent of my arousal to my nostrils.

My eyes shoot open, did I hear something?  In the heat of a late summer afternoon the only sound is the cicadas making their way up the trees and telephone poles before breaking from their skins and flying away.  But this was different.  I cocked my head listening and, yes, there it was again.  It sounded like someone sniffing.

Something scratched the shed door and I almost screamed.  As I watched in horror, the door pushed open and in walked a dog.  I did scream then but it was so muffled, just like I’d planned, that the sound didn’t faze the dog.

It was Plugs, Dave’s dalmatian from across the alley.  How the hell did he get in my yard?  Could I have been so careless I hadn’t made sure my gate was closed?  I guess so because here he was.  Plugs slowly walked to me and sat between my spread legs and sniffed.

Oh, my God!  He smells my arousal!  He’s sniffing the juices seeping from my pussy.

Insanely, the sight of him sitting there sniffing and smelling me caused me to nearly orgasm.

“Plugs,” I heard a man yell.

“Plugs, here boy.  Plugs… where are you?”

Oh, shit it was Dave looking for his dog.  Fuck, he can’t find me like this.  I have to get loose!

“Plugs!” I heard Dave yell again.

Plugs turned his head toward the door and the sound of Dave’s voice.  He let out with two loud, deep throated ‘woofs’ and turned back to me. He sniffed once more and then my shed door opened and there was Dave.  Plugs looked at him then turned back to me and licked the entire length of my pussy.  God help me, the orgasm hit me like a Mack truck.  My cunt spasmed and my entire body shuddered went rigid.  Another spasm and my body shuddered once more and my knees buckled.  The chain caught me and kept me from collapsing to the grassy floor.  I tried to focus on keeping my knees locked to keep me from strangling as the waves of heated bliss washed over me.

I’ve been checking Melynda’s window pretty regular but the times the drape was open, never more than halfway, I have not seen her.  Either my timing has been off or she’s not been home.  So, I’ve been trying to figure out a way to ‘accidentally’ bump into her and see if she’d go out with me.

It just wasn’t happening. Trash day is only once a week, on Friday, and I haven’t figured out what time she puts out her cans.  I learned that she left for work a lot earlier than me; I just couldn’t make myself get up earlier.  And she was always home before me.  I suppose I could simply go and knock on her door but then I’d have to come up with some sort of lame excuse.  Kidnapping came to mind but I reluctantly dismissed it.

Fate?  Destiny?  Divine providence?  Take your pick.

Along about sunset I went out to call Plugs, my dalmatian, in for the night.  He wasn’t in the yard.  Damn, the back gate was open; how did that happen?  I looked up and down the alley but didn’t see him.  I yelled out for him, “Plugs!”

He didn’t come running, so I tried again, “Plugs, here boy.  Plugs… where are you?”

Still nothing, so I yelled louder, “PLUGS!”  I heard his deep-throated barks.  It came from Melynda’s yard.  I went over to her gate and found it ajar (When is a gate not a gate?  When it’s a jar.  Did I really think of that just now?).

I slipped through and looked around her yard but didn’t see Plugs.  I heard a sniffing sound and turned and looked, it was coming from the storage shed over in the corner of her yard.  What the hell?  Why was my dog in Melynda’s shed?  I went over and pushed the door open.

Holy, crap!  What the fuck?  Plugs was in there alright, so was Melynda.  She was naked and Plugs was sitting between her sweat-sheened thighs, he looked at me with his tongue lolling out and I swear to Jesus he was smirking.

In a single second, that I later remember as being a very long time, my mind processed what I was seeing. Melynda’s eyes were wide with fear, terrified at being discovered.  She was gagged, a wide white cloth over her mouth and tied in a big knot behind her left ear and her cheeks bulged from whatever was packed inside. Her hands were behind her back in handcuffs, and there was a leather collar around her neck connected to the ceiling by a chain.

I was frozen in place, gawping at the scene before me.  Hot damn! What a great set of tits, I’d sure like to get my hands on those, and shaved bare pussy wet with the moisture of her arousal wonder what she tastes like? and long firm legs she can wrap those around me anytime held spread wide by a wooden rod. My cock was instantly hard, I want to fuck her!

I told you I was a sex pervert.

Plugs turned back to her and sniffed her crotch, put out his tongue and licked Melynda’s pussy from bottom to top.  She squealed and her head lashed and fell back and her body shuddered and then went stiff.  The orgasm crashed through her in a wave and her knees buckled.  The chain to the collar held her up until the spasms began to wane.  Panting breaths whistled through her nostrils and stifled moans emanated from her gagged mouth.  I couldn’t do anything but watch and adjust the hard-on in my jeans.

Melynda’s climax began ebbing and she opened her eyes, she was horrified that I had seen her cum.  She squealed but it wasn’t loud, the gag muffled it, but it startled me to action and I grabbed Plugs by his collar.  Just in time, too, he was about to lick her again.

I put Plugs out into the yard and turned back to Melynda and asked her if she was okay.  She nodded but seemed scared.  I told her she didn’t have to worry, I was not a rapist, and then I noticed the timer plugged into the one outlet and followed the cord plugged into it, to the magnet holding the chain from her collar.  Instantly, I realized she had done this all on her own; Melynda had B and D fantasies!

“Handcuff key in the house?” I asked.

She nodded.

“When does the timer go off?”

She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.

“Random setting, huh?”

She nodded again.

I grabbed the chain and pulled, putting all my weight on it.  “500-pound rating, right?”  she nodded again.

“The magnet takes a minute or two to release after the power is cut off, doesn’t it?”  I asked.

She nodded.

“I could pull it from the timer and plug it into the outlet before it let go, couldn’t I?”

She squeaked and her eyes went wide but she nodded.

“Want me to leave it plugged in?”

Furious head shaking and grunting and she tried to stomp a foot but the bar spreading her legs arrested the movement.  I guess Plugs and I had killed the mood.

“I need to get Plugs taken care of and I want to make sure you’re still here when I get back.”  I pulled the plug on the magnet and stuck it right back in the wall outlet, bypassing her timer.

From the garbled yells coming from her gag, I don’t think she was very happy about it.  I ducked out quickly and rounded up Plugs and took him home.

Shit!  He left me. That asshole Dave, took his dog and went home and not only that, he disconnected my timer!  What if he doesn’t come back?  God, I was so close to another orgasm.  Plugs and his tongue gave me a pretty good one but I’m still horny as hell, it wasn’t the big one I needed.

Dave is kinda cute. Jeeez, what’s the matter with me? Looked like he had a nice package in his khaki shorts.  Christ, Melynda, you’re such a slut. I should be livid, be plotting my revenge, sending him to jail, not fantasizing about the size of his ‘package’.

She just couldn’t help it. Her adventurous self-bondage fun had suddenly turned into reality.  She was completely at the mercy of Dave and the thought of what he might do made her thighs quiver, her nipples harden and her cunt spasm.  She felt her moisture seeping out and running in rivulets on her straining thighs.  She wanted to cum, again, badly.

Dammit… where is he? Why doesn’t’ he come back and fuck me? I needed it, now!  I needed a cock inside me making me cum!

I ripped a sticky note from the pad on my refrigerator and wrote, ‘Call Me!’ and my phone number and then hurried back across the alley.  I slapped the sticky note on the window of her back door.

When I opened the shed door, she was struggling and pulling against the chain, trying to break the magnet’s hold, I guess.  I tried my best, as hard as it was, to not ogle her sexy, bound body.  My hard-on was raging in my shorts.  I really wanted to fuck her right where she was but even though I AM an asshole pervert, I’m not a rapist.  I’d deal with the hard-on at home, later.

Melynda was watching me like a hawk and I thought she might be trying to say something through the gag but I wasn’t paying attention to it.  I reached to unplug the magnet’s cord and all of a sudden, she got louder.

“Mmmmmmmmpppphhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!”

I looked over at her and she was shaking her head vehemently.  Her short blonde hair was whipping around and sweat was flying from her forehead.  I guessed she didn’t want me to unplug the magnet.  What the fuck?

Okay, I thought, lets undo the gag and she can tell me what she wants.  But when I reached for the knot the she did it again.

“What?”

“uuuugg ee”

“What?  I don’t know?”

“aaa gaa ee”

“Let me undo the gag so I can understand what you’re saying.”

“OO UKAH EE OOW!”

I replay the sounds in my head and study her face trying to decipher them.  Then she bucks her hips at me and the light dawns.

“You’re asking me to fuck you, right?

“Es, es, eeesse ow”

Holy Fuck!  I am so hard I think I could drive a six-inch spike into a railroad tie.  I have the hem of my t-shirt halfway over my head when somehow, from somewhere in my head, I hear, No, you can’t, it isn’t right.  Until that instant in time, I didn’t know I had any scruples. Then I hear, go ahead, fuck her! Animal House, right?  Hey, there’s a Delta House at my college. But I remember the talks with my Dad about safe sex and how a man always respects a woman, to never take advantage of situations you know nothing about and I know that I can’t fuck her, not like this. Yeah, I know, I can’t believe it either.

“Melynda, I know you asked but I can’t take advantage of you like this.  It just wouldn’t be right and you’d hate me tomorrow.  I’m going to release you.”

“Huuuuuhhhhph?”

I pull the plug on the magnet and hold the chain until the electrical charge drains away and it falls loose.  “It’s almost dark now.  You can free yourself from the rest of this when you get inside, right?”

She nods.

“Here you better hold the chain so it doesn’t snag on anything.”

I put the end of the chain her in handcuffed hands and leave the shed, making sure her gate is latched before going across the alley to my house.  Walking back is a bit uncomfortable, my cock is still rock hard and my balls are beginning to ache.

First, I go to my bedroom, strip off my clothes, grab my dispenser of lubricant and my binoculars and hurry as fast as my swinging scrotum allows, to the attic.  I take my place at the window, without turning on the light, off course, hoping I’m there before Melynda decides to make her trek across the yard to her back door.

I’m watching, stroking my cock, I’m literally edging myself, holding off my orgasm, hoping Melynda will come out of the shed and I can shoot my load as I’m watching her cross her yard. She’s not coming out and I’m going crazy.  Maybe I missed her and she’s already inside; but there are no lights on, wouldn’t she have the light on in her bedroom?  I’m looking at the roof of her shed over in the corner (I hadn’t noticed it before – too focused on her bedroom window, you pervert)

I can’t hold out much longer, my aching nuts feel like they are swollen up to twice their size.

Ah, there she is!  My binoculars have plenty of light because a full moon is shining, I see her clearly, the chain from her collar in her hands so it won’t drag the ground, the spreader holding her feet wide apart. She has to swing her hips and walk stiff legged and she can’t go very fast.

She has found the rhythm and she has gained a bit more pace, her ass and thighs pumping her legs, moving her naked body toward the house. Holy shit! Motherfucking A! What a sight she is to behold, her tits and ass jiggling in the moonlight as she waddles across the yard. I’m going to unload any second.

She gets to the door and swings a leg around and turns, looking back to the shed.  Man, she has gorgeous tits and I’m envying Plugs, he’s tasted the wetness from her bare lips; why didn’t I fuck her?  The night air is evaporating the sweat from her body and she shivers.  It looks like she is staring at the shed and she humps her hips like she is having sex. I think, maybe she is trying to say ‘fuck you’ to the shed.

I lose it, my cock erupts, pumping out my first shot of cum, it hits me just under my right nipple.  I drop the binoculars and grab my left nipple and pinch it hard and my second shot splashes over my belly button.  I don’t know how many shots I spew out, lost in the wave after wave, of ecstasy.

When I open my eyes and Melynda is gone; I slump down in my chair, staring out the window into the empty night.  I cup my still throbbing nuts in my left hand, to comfort them. A warm summer night breeze blows across me from the half-open window and I feel it drying the sweat, and the cum on my chest and stomach.

I sit there, in my chair in front of the window, holding my balls.  Almost without intending, I begin rubbing the cum around on my belly, with my fingertips, as it dries, trying to get my breathing back to normal.  After, I don’t know how long, I get up and go to bed, not bothering to wash off the dried cum.

Why didn’t he fuck me? He knew I was asking him to do it. If a thousand guys had found me like that, nine-hundred-ninety-nine would have raped me as I begged and pleaded for them to stop.  I was begging him to fuck me and he didn’t.

I laid on my bed in the darkness of my bedroom ramming my vibrator in and out of my sopping cunt. I’d only released my wrists, leaving the gag in my mouth and the spreader between my ankles. I was too desperate to cum to bother with them.

It was mere moments before the orgasms began racking my body.  My cunt gripped the vibrator so hard I couldn’t move it.  I rubbed my clit through the first two climaxes and felt the cum flowing out around the vibrator.  The spasms locked my body rigid as I bucked my hips against the mattress. I should have taken out the gag, it felt like I was near to passing out.

My fingers lose contact with my pulsating clit and the orgasms began to slowly subside. I’d never had more than two in a row before but tonight I’ve lost count, could be four, could be five, I don’t know.

It was several minutes before I could rouse myself enough to finish undoing my rest of my restraints. The gag was a saliva-soaked mess, even the wrapping around my head was soaked almost to my ears.  I unlocked the padlocks from the spreader holding my cuffed ankles apart but I didn’t want to be free tonight.  So, I found my one-foot bar and locked both ankle cuffs to one end. I locked leather cuffs on my wrists and used the other padlock to lock them together and to the other end of the bar to put me in a hogtie. I rolled over on my side and began drifting off to sleep.

The sticky note with Dave’s phone number is stuck on the back of my cell phone.  I wonder if I’ll have the nerve to call him, tomorrow?