12: Separation
“It’s, um… it’s actually kind of a funny story.”
Sophie had seen the video from the doorbell camera, and she had some questions. Now we - Rob and I - were sitting in front of her, like a couple of naughty children.
It all started - as all the worst stories do - with too much alcohol.
Sophie was away for another work trip, and I was alone for a week. Alone in her house. Alone with her toys. And I had some bad ideas.
Monday
I always loved Bond films, ever since I was a kid. They weren’t Sophie’s thing though. I got a Chinese takeaway - Shanghai chicken, egg-fried rice. Glass of beer.
Bond is shackled to a metal table. The villain, Goldfinger, menaces Bond’s genitals with a laser. Goldfinger doesn’t expect him to talk.
Since moving in, I hadn’t been apart from Sophie for more than a day or two. The house seemed so big without her.
Tuesday
I got a pair of handcuffs from the toy box. I cooked dinner - spaghetti bolognese; medium difficulty in handcuffs. Even harder to eat.
Bond is locked into this exotic bondage chain. The sexy villainess, Elektra, is all over Bond. She kisses him, she turns a screw. She could have given him the world. She could break his neck.
to: Sophie: I miss you
I put the handcuffs back in the toy box, and I went to bed.
Wednesday
IF LOST RETURN TO SOPHIE…
I put on my dog collar. I put on leather wrist and ankle cuffs. I picked up the chastity cage… I put it back. Microwave chicken Dhansak. Glass of whiskey.
from: Sophie: I miss you too
Bond is naked, tied to a chair with no seat. The villain, Le Chiffre, strikes Bond’s testicle with a knotted rope. Le Chiffre is going to die scratching Bond’s balls.
from: Sophie: are you behaving yourself?
I got undressed. I clipped a chain between my ankle cuffs. I chained my hands behind my back. I went to bed. I dreamed about Sophie.
Thursday
If I wear the chastity cage then I can’t orgasm. I know that all too well. And if I don’t orgasm - if I don’t orgasm without her permission - she won’t be upset. Yeah. That makes sense.
I’ve had a couple drinks. It’s fine, I’m fine.
Plan: chair, handcuffs, ball gag, chastity cage, rope around the ankles. Then what? Just sit there for a bit and let myself out?
Vibrating butt plug. Yeah… A little teasing. I can’t orgasm from the butt plug alone. I know that all too well. And with the chastity cage, I’m doubly safe. That makes sense.
I sit in the chair. I’m naked (except for the chastity cage), the butt plug is in place (switched off). So far so good. I tie my ankles to the chair, nice and tight. I put the ball gag in my mouth and buckle it, nice and tight.
Sophie did this to me. It’s what she wants. It’s what she made me want.
Handcuff key in my left hand, vibrator remote in my right. I put my hands behind my back. I click the cuffs closed around my wrists. I click the vibrator on.
This was a good idea.
The vibration feels so good. It resonates off the wooden seat of the chair, and the whole house is vibrating. My cock is throbbing, as hard as the cage will let it be. It strains against the hard plastic, and spasms at its denial. I could almost…
No. This is wrong.
I can get out so easily! I unlock the cuffs to prove the point. I could just as easily take the cage off. What’s the point?
I untie my ankles. I walk down to the kitchen; still gagged, still vibrating. I grab an ice tray, drop in the key to the chastity cage, and fill it with water. How long does it take for water to freeze?
I go back to the bedroom, back to the toy box. I pick out a second set of handcuffs. This is better. This will be better. Back in the chair, I tie my ankles again. I remember that other time, and I wrap the rope around a cross bar so that I can’t just slide the chair legs out to get free. I pull the knots nice and tight.
Handcuff key in my left hand, vibrator remote in my right. One cuff on each wrist, hands behind my back. I close the left cuff around the left chair legs, right cuff around the right. This is better. This is more secure.
I turn up the speed on the vibrator. The sensation’s fantastic. The frustration’s unbearable. I’m so close to the edge, I’m so far from release. This was a good idea.
I pull against my bonds, feeling the tension, feeling my limits. She did this to me. She likes to watch me squirm. The pleasure is all I can think about. Nothing else exists. Time loses its meaning. I’m trapped in the eternal now. I’m going mad.
I have to get out. I have to get off.
Handcuff key in my left hand. I push my hands together… I didn’t check the lengths of the chains. No. This is fine. I reach out my index finger, and it brushes the metal of the other cuff. Okay. This might work.
I move the key between my thumb and index finger. This should work. I force my hands closer. I stretch my fingers as far as they’ll stretch. It worked before. My fingers are shaking. Stay calm. This is going to work. The key scrapes against metal. This has to work.
My heart’s pounding. The vibrator’s furious. My dick’s pounding. I strain my neck to see the cuffs… Oh. Oh no. The lock is on the other side of my wrist. No! No… Relax. This might still work. I twist my arm awkwardly, trying to angle the lock towards the key. My shoulder aches. I have to push through it. I push the key to the very tips of my index and middle fingers. The key is so close to the lock. Millimeters. Micrometers. I just need to push it a little bit… closer, and… Oh no.
This is not fine. This was a bad idea.
Plan: … I can’t think. I need to… Okay, vibrator remote in my right hand. I click the remote. The vibration gets faster. Fuck, this is too much. I click the remote. It starts pulsing. Fuuuuck, it feels too good. I need to just… My back jolts with every pulse. I can’t make my hands still. I need to just… find the right…
The remote slips through my fingers. It hits the floor.
I strain my hands downwards, towards the remote, towards the key. Towards freedom. As if I could actually reach. As if I could… Fuck! I’m panicking. I’m desperate. I’m not thinking straight.
I’m trapped.
Plan: knock over the chair, feel for the key.
No. Dumb. Falling over will hurt. If the key’s out of reach, I’ll be stuck down there. I’ll be out of options. Tortured by throbbing insanity until the battery runs dry. Or until Sophie… The panic tingles through my body. My skin’s hyper-sensitive. The vibrations feel so good.
Plan: maneuver the chair to the bedside table, grab my phone, call for help. No. Ball gag. Text for help. It makes sense. It’ll work.
I try to shuffle the chair. It drags against the carpet. It barely moves. I grip the chair with my hands, lean forward onto my toes. I hop. The landing slams the chair against the butt plug. I’m fucking myself. I did this to myself. I keep hopping. I have to keep hopping.
I land next to the table. Twenty five agonising hops. I’m out of breath. I’m as close as I can get. What if I can’t reach the phone?
I reach out my hand, my fingers, as close as I can get. What if I knock the phone onto the floor? What if it slides under the bed?
I lean, rock the chair. I try to get closer. The butt plug rocks with me, into me. I’m so close. What if I’m stuck here all night?
The cuffs engrave rings into my wrists. The panic’s digesting me. Inside the cage, my dick is glowing. I’m so close. What if Sophie doesn’t come back?
My hands are numb. My body’s frozen. I’m so close. What if she…?
Inside the cage, my dick is a bolt of electricity. I’m so… What… What if…?
So… iff…
…
The cage fills. Cum oozes from every hole, every gap. Inside the cage, my dick is oscillating. My heart’s exploding. My mind is…
Blank.
When did the phone get so close?
I can’t ask her to save me. It’s past midnight. I can’t ask her to skip work. I’m not worth it. Not like this. Not after this. Family, friends; they can’t see me like this.
to: Rob (neighbour): help key under mat
We’ve barely spoken. Will he really come? Would I?
I slump. Catch my breath. All I have left is hope. I’m spent. I’m done. But the vibrator’s still alive. The vibrator isn’t done with me. Inside the cage, my dick is searing. A sharp ache, like it’s been snapped in two. Can men have multiple orgasms? I’m scared to find out. I can’t resist.
“You alright, mate? Where are you?”
His voice jolts me back to reality, and I realise what I’ve done. What I have to do. This is it. Freedom has to be worth more than dignity. Right? I shout, “AAAAA! EEEEAAAAH!” The words don’t matter.
“Oh wow…”
He sees the ball gag, the handcuffs. He hears the pulsing hum of the vibrator. He sees the twitching, cum-soaked chasity cage. He sees me.
“Been having a bit of fun while the missus is away, huh?”
My whole body’s red. I’m a human-shaped embarrassment. I’m outside my body. Disassociated. Until the pleasure, intensifying inside of me, pulls me back and pins me down. I have to hold it in. If I cum, it might just kill me. I can’t look at him. I won’t look at him. I bite down hard on the gag, hold my breath. Oh, fuck… don’t let it…
The vibration stops. Peace. At last.
Rob’s holding the remote. “Not sure if you wanted me to do that?” I’m not sure either. I give him an ashamed nod. The pleasure starts to ease and slip away, and I melt into numb relief.
He pulls out his phone. I’m a deer in its flash of light. Its torch. He gets down on his hands and knees, and peers under the bed near where he’d found the remote. The origin of my disaster.
“Ah! Here we go,” he says, proudly holding up the key. He walks over to me so casually. “Shall I undo your handcuffs, then?”
I nod frantically, still too ashamed to look at him.
He puts his hand on my face, lifts my chin to look him in the eye, “or did you invite me over for a different reason?”
A shockwave ripples from my chest down to my… My brain can’t process this. I–
He laughs. “Relax, mate, I’m just fuckin’ with you.”
I’m… relieved?
“Come on,” he says, with a sympathetic smile, “let’s get you sorted.”
He doesn’t hang around once the cuffs are off. I don’t want him to. I have a shower. Wash away my disgrace. Tidy up my mess. Cuffs and ropes I’d left scattered on the floor. Cum stains on the carpet.
My whole body’s sore. The twisted impression of ropes around my ankles, the phantom sensation of their embrace. I rub lotion on the red around my wrists. Small tears in the skin sear with my stupidity.
I really fucked up.
I pour a glass of whiskey, and drop in the ice cube containing the frozen chastity key. I sip it slowly.
How long does it take for scars to fade?
Friday
“Fuckin’ love this movie.”
Turns out Rob’s a pretty cool guy. I really owed him an apology.
“Nah mate, all good. We’ve all done some weird shit when we’re horny.”
We shared a pizza - barbeque meat feast. Drank some beers. I owed him a thank you, at least.
“Like, there was this one time in uni…”
Bond is tied to a chair (again). The villain, Raoul Silva, is flirting with Bond. What makes you think it’s Bond’s first time?
It’s hard to make friends as an adult. If you manage to pull it off, it’s best not to get hung up on the how.
“Hello, boys.” Sophie stepped through the door, “well isn’t this cosy.”