Being fucked by her dog in the ass was really not what Stacy had expected to happen when she first tried tying herself up. Fortunately, Greg didn't make too big of a deal out of it, although occasionally he would make barking noises whenever they were having sex doggy-style. What a joker, she thought. Unfortunately, they did have to give Boxer away. His alpha-dog instinct couldn't be controlled. He would constantly sniff at Stacy's crotch and repeatedly tried to knock her down when she would get out of the shower. In his mind, Stacy was his bitch and that was that. A few weeks after they gave him up she called the new owner.

"He quite frisky!" she said. Stacy had a vivid image of Boxer mounted atop his new bitch while she was helplessly taking the dog's dick in her ass. "Good luck with that." she giggled to herself.

Although the experience hadn't ended the way she wanted, Stacy still found herself thinking about tying herself up. Greg was working out of the home office currently, so he was home each night around six. Stacy hatched a new plan.

One beautiful Friday afternoon, she prepared herself for another try at self bondage. This time she wanted to be restrained but able to move around the house. She decided to prevent her from just grabbing the key and unlocking herself, she would put the key in the backyard, hanging on the fence, far away from the door. No way would she hop across the backyard in full daylight to get the key. After tacking the key to the fence, she went inside to prepare.

Once naked, Stacy slipped on her vibrating g-string panties she bought online. It came with a remote control that had a setting to turn the vibrations on and off at random times and for random lengths. Stacy tied the remote to a string anchored in the ceiling. Once she pushed the on button and cuffed her wrists, she wouldn't be able to turn it off.

Stacy also purchased a butt-plug tail. It was long and gold colored to match her blonde hair. She liked the feeling of her ass filled and the tail was really kinky, she thought. Pulling the g-string aside, she eased the tail into her ass.

The final touch was a lacy push-up bra that matched the panties. "Greg's loves this shit." she thought as she fantasized about him finding her tied up later.

It was two hours before he got home, so she decided to go ahead and lock herself up. For her legs, Stacy decided to wrap them with plastic wrap. She had seen it done on the web and it looked pretty sexy. Leaving only feet exposed, she tightly wrapped the plastic around her legs to the top of her thighs. Stacy grabbed her cuffs off the dining room table and hopped over to the vibrator remote control. She pushed the on switch and a red led lit up indicating the device was on. "I wonder when the first vibrations will hit?" she pondered. Grabbing the cuffs, she locked one on her wrist, put her hands behind her back, and closed the second. She was now bound until Greg cut her loose. A wave of arousal swept over her body as she thought about standing helpless and tied in the middle of her living room.

Suddenly, the vibrator kicked on. "Oh yeah." Stacy moaned to herself as the vibrations tickled her clit. She closed her eyes and let the warm feeling of orgasm build inside of her.

Minutes passed, and Stacy felt the first of what she was sure would be many orgasms reach its pinnacle.

"Aaaaawwwwww....oh yes, oh yes!!!" she cried as it hit. The spasms made her knees buckle and she fell to the floor convulsing in pleasure. Rolling onto her tummy only pressed the vibrator harder against her clit, intensifying the orgasm. Her body jerked as wave after wave of spasms raced through her body.

The vibrator stopped. Stacy lay there, enjoying the afterglow of sex. "Well I wanted him to find me standing up when he walked in, but this will be okay too." she said to herself. The vibrator came to life again. "Oh shit, here we go."

About an hour into her self induced bondage, Stacy had racked up about eight intense orgasms. But there was a problem. Her legs were burning up and sweating horribly. "Maybe plastic wrap wasn't such a good idea." she thought. Greg wouldn't be home for another hour and she knew she couldn't stand this. With some effort she managed to stand up again. She hopped over to the backdoor and peered out the window. She could see the key hanging on the fence fifty feet away. "All I have to do is get that key, cut my legs free, then dash back to the house." she thought. "No problem."

As Stacy opened the door, her eyes scanned the fence line looking for neighbors outside. After a few moments, she decided the coast was clear. Stacy began a frantic journey hopping straight to the key nailed to the fence.

Just then, the vibrator turned on. "No, no, no, not now." she pleaded with the inanimate object. But Stacy lost the argument. Her body came crashing down onto the soft grass. Back and forth she wiggled and jerked as her clit was being tickled relentlessly. It stopped. Stacy regained her composure, got back onto her feet, and continued her mission to get the key.

As she reached the fence, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. There, standing in her gardening clothes and her mouth wide open, was Mrs. Jacobson. Their eyes met.

"It's, ........ uhmmm, ..... a game. A dare, that's right, a dare. Greg bet me I wouldn't do this, you know, ..... uhmmmm...... hop naked in the backyard." Stacy said trying to convince her elderly neighbor she was okay.

"Honey, we played games like that when we were young too." Mrs. Jacobson said. "Have fun while you're young dear." The elder lady headed back to her house.

Stacy reached up to grab the key. She had hung it a little too high. As her fingers fumbled for the key it fell and dropped under the fence. "Shit, shit, shit!!" her mind cried out. Then she heard an ominous sound. A breeze blew the backdoor shut. Standing tied up and almost naked in her backyard, Stacy's heart dropped. Frantically, she started hopping back to the door. Turning around, her hands quickly tried to open the door. It was locked. "Why was it locked?" her mind screamed. When she came outside she must have turned the lock by accident. Now she couldn't free herself or get back inside the house.

She was about to cry when she saw the doggy door that Boxer had used. It was a good size door and she should be able to get through. Her joy sprang to life, and not a moment too soon as she heard her other neighbors coming outside to start their barbeque. Stacy eased her head and shoulders through the hole, but with her wrists tied behind her, her ass wouldn't fit. She kept pushing and pushing, desperately trying to get through the hole. Unfortunately, that was as far as she could go. Stacy tried going back out, but she was stuck. The vibrator turned on again and her body betrayed her as waves of pleasure crashed back and forth.

After the vibrations ceased, Stacy laid motionless, half on her kitchen floor, half on her patio. "How can this get any worse?" she sobbed to herself.

"Stacy, are you alright?" It was Steve, the neighbor that started barbequing "That's how it can get worse." Stacy mumbled.

"Thanks guys, appreciate it!" Greg shouted to the fireman as their truck pulled out. Stacy stood in the doorway with a blanket wrapped around her covering her nudity. In front of their house, neighbors whispered and gawked, sharing the story of how Stacy was found.

"Never seen them use the Jaws of Life on a backdoor." Greg said as he watched the fire truck fade into the distance. Turning to Stacy he said "So, what do you have planned for next Friday?"