Author's Note: Kathy is a college student who gets off on bondage and, while she likes it with her boyfriend, she also dreams up kinky scenarios where she is left tied to get her kicks.


The orgasm, when it came, was wonderfully intense, a warmth spreading from her sex to her belly and up into her chest then suffusing her whole body with a pleasure that, outside that moment always seemed impossible. It was a pleasure so intense that she could do nothing but yield her body to its control, crying out as it engulfed her, screwing up her fists and driving her nails int her palms as she squirmed in an overwhelming state of ecstasy.

Though intense and prolonged, these moments were always too short and, despite her best efforts to prolong it, the moment passed leaving her both satisfied and desirous of more.

Kathy lay back panting around her gag, spent, the throb of pleasure fading, leaving in its wake every sense heightened so that she was quickly aware of the vibrator still running in her sex and the plug in her butt stretching her; the stiffness in her shoulders where the leather cuffs held her arms spread above her head and the desire to close her legs, held wide by the cuffs around her ankles.

Her clamped nipples were throbbing too.

She opened her eyes and lay for a moment staring at the ceiling above her bed, her eyes slowing focussing, taking in the swirling patterns of the tiles, aware of the leather straps of the harness gag across her cheeks and nose that impinged on the lower part of her vision. It was, she judged by the light, late afternoon and she lifted her head, turning awkwardly in her bondage to look at the clock beside her bed.

17.32

John should be here to release her in about thirty minutes.

Abruptly, she wished it was sooner.

The waiting probably wouldn't be so bad if the vibrator wasn't still running.

She looked down at her body, taking in the clamps on her nipples, the chain joining them running down the slope of one breast and up the other, the piercing in her naval, the steel chastity belt holding the vibrator and butt plug cold shiny and unyielding over her shaved sex; her skin was shiny and slick with sweat, paling now as the flush of pleasure faded, her body cooling.

She shivered.

17.34

If only the vibrator would stop.

Kathy pulled at the cuff around her right wrist, chained to the frame of the bed, it did not yield.

The left was the same.

She really wanted to close her legs.

A knock on the door to her room made her jump and pull harder, aware of her heart suddenly racing, and looking towards the door with rising panic. It wasn't the first time this had happened, of course, she sometimes thought that John came back and knocked on the door when he left her tied just to frighten her; it might be him or it might be one of her other friends; she began to wonder if John had locked the door properly.

The knock came again.

'Kathy ?' It was Sasha's voice. Sasha was the student in the room next door.

Kathy tried to calm herself, calm her breathing, tried not to move so Sasha might assume she was out..

'Are you ok ?' Sasha asked through the door. 'I thought I heard you call out, I was worried.'

Kathy's heart pounded in her chest as she held her breath.

The handle of the door started to turn...

Kathy nearly wet herself.

However, the door did not open.

Kathy lay back breathing deeply around her gag, hoping that Sasha wasn't going off to find the porter. Nobody, except John, of course, could ever know her secret; the thought of discovery terrified her.

17.41

The vibrator was insistent, a constant reminder of her helplessness. It didn't help that she needed the bathroom. She squirmed on the bed, lifting her hips and trying to find a way to ease the effect of the vibrations. The butt plug made her feel very full. She really hoped she wasn't going to wet or soil herself. Having John find her like that would be so humiliating.

17.45

Where was John ? She wished he'd come early for a change. She remembered all those times when he'd come back early just as she was about to cum. On one occasion she'd opened her eyes to find him watching her. She hadn't spoken to him for nearly a week; at least not until she'd grown tired of self-bondage.

Kathy looked around the room trying to distract herself and her eyes lit on the shimmering silver ball gown that hung on the wardrobe door. It was certainly distracting, enough to make her smile around her gag.

The ball was in two days time, Friday, the last day if term. She was chair of the organising committee; when John released her, assuming he ever came; Kathy rolled her eyes at the thought; she knew he would come; they were going to the venue to ensure all the arrangements were completed.

She liked the way she looked in the dress; the way it hugged her slim figure beautifully, emphasising her breasts and bottom and the long slit in the side showed off her legs. That made her smile broaden, the thought of all those people seeing her in the shimmering silver dress on John's arm. He'd asked if she'd bought and special underwear and she'd told him she didn't plan to wear any, just the dress and the shoes she'd bought to go with it also in sparkly silver and with five inch heels.

17.56

The door handle turned again and all thoughts of the ball fled from Kathy's mind.

Then she heard the key in the lock.

John was never early.

Panic rose in her, filling her belly and almost making her retch.

She pulled frantically at the cuffs, overwhelmed by the thought of her nakedness.

'Nngggg.' Kathy grunted into her gag in frustration.

John slipped through the door and Kathy almost cried with delight.

Kathy's expectation had been building all day in a way that had nothing to do with the ball itself. She had been able to think of little else despite the many more mundane preparations she had been forced to undertake all day. It was the final hour of 'preparation' the two hours before ball that was making her excited and wet between the legs. She knew it would be just her and John in the building.

She had seen the picture once on a bondage site and it had stuck in her mind. It was something she had fantasised about.

The drawing had shown a girl riding a horse; not a horse exactly but one of those simulated bucking broncos; the girl had been naked and tightly bound, blindfolded and gagged too, she thought; tossed on the back of the pitching turning machine, clinging in with her thighs as her body was bucked and shaken; the artist had captured the movement beautifully even down to the chains on the girl's nipple clamps dancing wildly; though she couldn't be sure, she imagined the girl had been subjected to this for the pleasure of another, perhaps her master unless, of course, she had set up the situation for her own pleasure; Kathy shuddered at the thought, imagining a girl with the same desires as her; she was sure the girl had a large dildo inside her.

Tonight, Kathy had a chance to be that girl.

When she had been looking for sideshows for the ball, she had seen 'broncos' advertised and hired one immediately. She's had a go already, though not in quite the way the girl in the picture had done, Kathy had ridden it when it had first arrive, whooping in delight as her friends cheered; she had, of course been fully clothed; she just hoped that her friends had thought that her flushed cheeks were just red because of the exertion and hadn't noticed the stiffness of her nipples under her blouse; the hoped too that the wetness between her legs hadn't shown through her jeans.

They had about an hour alone in the venue; the band and DJ had set up and everyone else had left to get themselves ready for the event.

'Are you sure ?' John gave her that look that was associated with her requests for what one might call 'solo' bondage scenarios; once she had confided her kinky desires in him he was happy to tie her up and fuck her; in fact, he thoroughly enjoyed it; he had taken a little more convincing to tie her and leave her. However, as in most things, Kathy had got her way.

'Yes, John, I'm sure.' Kathy put her arms around his neck and went up onto her toes so she could kiss him lingeringly on the lips. She pressed her body against his for good measure, ensuring her felt the firmness of her small breasts and the pressure of her belly against his crotch.

He was a good looking man; tall, dark, handsome. Perfect boyfriend material for the alpha female.

He was pretty good in bed too.

'Alright.' John smiled, as usual unable to resist her charms. 'But I was kinda hoping that we might get up to a little fun after the ball.' He pulled her against him grinding his stiff cock against her suggestively.

'I have plenty of stamina.' She grinned and kissed him again. 'Now, tie me up.'

She stepped away from him and kicked off he sandals then pulled off her T-shirt before reaching round to undo her bra.

Her nipples were already erect.

She smiled at him seductively and then turned away almost coyly undoing her jeans and sliding them along with her wet knickers down her legs.

'What ?' She looked at him, pleased at the way he was staring at her body; then ran her hand through her blonde hair and pushed her breasts out.

John smiled and picked up the bag of bondage gear they'd brought with them.

He began with the single sleeve, sliding it over her arms; the first brush of the leather made her shudder and when he zipped it part way up and she felt the first physical effects of the restraint little knots of pleasure began to form in her belly. She stood patiently as he pulled the harness over her shoulders and tightened the straps pulling on them to ensure the correct tension and taking the opportunity to play with her nipples; she could still have wriggled free at this stage but she really didn't want to and when he zipped the sleeve up to the top and buckled the wrist and elbow straps she knew she was completely helpless.

Well, she could probably talk her way out of it at this stage.

The harness gag and blindfold followed. She liked to be gagged this way, liked the concept of the rubber ball being forced into her, liked the straps that held it in place; she was less sure about being blindfolded but, in the picture, at least as far as she remembered it, the girl had worn a blindfold and the thought of being like her outweighed any misgivings she might have.

She stood waiting as he tightened the heavy straps of the harness gag and blindfold, finishing with the buckles over the collar.

Now she really was helpless and she trembled slightly; giving up control was part of the pleasure but it was a big step.

'Come along then.' John pulled on the ring of her collar and, blind and helpless she was forced to follow, enjoying the thought that she was naked and barefoot, so small and helpless next to him. She wished there was some way to record this and almost tried to tell him to do it; but then she thought of what might happen if the image got out; she'd be utterly humiliated.

She thus followed him, imaging herself subject to his will, a submissive little slut who subject to the whim of her dominant master.

He guided her across the crash mat that surrounded the bronco up onto the platform on which it was mounted; when she leant forward she could feel it, cool against her belly.

A thrill ran through her and she couldn't suppress a shudder.

'I hope you're ready for this.' John pushed gently on her back, bending her over the bronco. She knew what was coming but, even so, gasped as the dildo slid inside her.

'Ok ?'

She nodded, emphatically, excited by how easily the dildo has slid inside her, how wet she was.

He patted her bottom and then guided her upright.

There was a little stool beside the bronco to help riders mount it; the rental company had been very specific that is must be moved when the bronco was in motion so prevent a rider falling on it. John guided Kathy's foot onto the stool and then helped her to straddle the saddle.

The dildo pushed itself further inside her as she sat and she gave a little gasp causing saliva to run down her chin.

The thrill of helplessness was intense and there was still more to come.

The leather saddle was cool against her sex and thighs as she sat with her legs dangling on either side of the wooden horse trying not to move too much, knowing what was going to happen when she did. A few moments later she felt John buckle a leather cuff around her left ankle and then another around her right; felt him threading the strap through the D-rings and then pulling her ankles up behind her, forcing her knees to bend as he wrapped the strap around the back of the saddle to help hold her in place. The position forced her to lean forward increasing the pressure on her sex and pushing the dildo even deeper inside.

Kathy drooled.

Next he put a strap around her waist and fastened this to the front of the saddle. This was part of the bronco itself and designed to stop riders falling. Finally, he clipped the ring at the bottom of her single sleeve to the back of the bronco; this would at least give her some control of her posture and she used it to pull herself back upright easing the pressure on her sex.

Kathy was hugely excited now, drooling freely around her gag, she could feel her saliva running over her breasts and down her belly to mingle with the wetness of her sex.

The saddle felt suddenly very slippery.

There was just one more thing.

Kathy trembled as John placed clamps on her nipples; in her aroused state they were almost frighteningly sensitive and bite of the teeth made her squirm in delight. As they'd planned, as she'd planned, he then fastened the reins of the bronco to them adding to their bite and stretching her little breasts.

In her mind's eye, Kathy now looked just like the girl in her picture; helpless and in thrall to her sexual desire.

'Ready ?'

Kathy hesitated, this was probably the most intense bondage to which she had submitted herself. Unusually, she had even asked John to stay with her for the first few minutes; she usually preferred to be left alone immediately.

She was intensely aware of her precarious position, balanced on her sex in the saddle with only limited purchase on the bronco, able to use only her spread thighs and her sheathed arms to augment her balance and maintain her seat. Every movement, every breath even, seemed to make the dildo shift inside her; she sat blind and helpless, taking deep breaths around her gag, sucking air in around the rubber ball the penetrated her mouth, knowing that she was drooling uncontrollably; every breath reminding her of the little clamps pinching her swollen, sensitive nipples and the leather reins dragging on them.

Dimly she was aware that should couldn't fall, not completely.

Kathy took a final deep breath and nodded.

She felt a slight vibration between her legs and then the beast sprang to life, the first movement dipping her slightly forwards, shifting her in her seat abruptly making her fear she was going to fall; almost reflexively she clamped her thighs together and tensed her shoulders maintaining her balance. As the front came up again, she felt herself tipped backwards and instinctively leaned forwards, squeezing her legs even more tightly together, aware of the strap holding her ankles; the dildo moved inside her and the reins dragged on her breasts.

After the initial shock, she quickly grew used to the walking motion as it rocked her back and forth gently, changing the pressure on her sex, massaging her intimately, shifting the phallus inside her, teasing her clamped nipples.

It was wonderful.

She sucked air in around her gag enjoying the warmth spreading from her sex, little sparks of pain generated by the gentle tugs on her nipples fueling her arousal.

She thought she might like to be kept like this forever.

John increased the speed and the bronco seemed to rear up; comfortable with the motion now she simply squeezed her thighs and leant forward feeling the phallus driven further inside her. She gasped again and leaned back as she was tipped the other way increasing the tension on her nipples.

The picture of the girl came to mind, her utter submission to the sexual torment expressed, with her face hidden by the blindfold, through the tension in her body.

She knew she was going to cum quickly and tried to hold herself back but it was almost impossible to stem the flow of heat throbbing between her spread legs.

The speed increased again, turning her now as well as plunging her back and forth so that she feared again she might fall but clamping her thighs and 'holding on' with her arms, she managed to keep her balance even as the reins flicked and tugged at her nipples as if conspiring with the bucking beast to unseat her.

She couldn't hold back any more and, as the speed and turn increased again, she climaxed strongly, her thighs spasming and a deep-throated grunt forcing its way past the gag. For a moment she feared it was all over too quickly but then she felt the heat in her loins rising again; bondage often delivered her multiple orgasms and her lips curled into smile around her gag even as she bit down on the ball in her mouth, tensing herself to nurture the arousal that was growing so that she would be able to climax again.

It was tiring, holding herself in place as the beast continue to twist and buck beneath her and her muscles were already starting to ache; her nipples too were throbbing under the constant stimulation but slowly the arousal within her grew until she could feel a second orgasm building.

She wondered how long she would be able to go on.

She was close though she doubted she could achieve a third orgasm.

She would ask to be released after this one, assuming John was back with her. She knew he wouldn't have gone far.

She cried out loudly through her gag as the orgasm took her, grinding her hips on the saddle and tensing her muscles to wring every ounce of pleasure she could from her helpless body.

After she'd climaxed she knew wanted this to stop.

She couldn't know how John, understanding her need be alone, had despite the pleasure of watching her, stepped out for a cigarette; she couldn't know that, in doing so, he'd left his security pass behind and that, when he'd tried to return, the staff wouldn't let him back in. He might have talked them round but his concern for her safety had understandably been deep and, when thwarted, her had punched one of the security guards; this had lead to his arrest. She thus couldn't know as her helpless body was tossed and teased on the back of the mechanical beast that she would be riding the bronco for at least another two hours, at the mercy of its twists and turns, the dildo thrusting its way relentlessly inside her and her nipples constantly abused as the reins danced with the bronco's movement.

Though others would enter the building to set up, they would have not reason to check on the bronco and, even though she would cry out for help, her gagged cries would not be heard as bands checked their sound systems; Kathy would be left to her self imposed torment until some time after the ball started.

She would, in time, hear the voices of the guests as they filed into the ballroom and probably hear them comment on her absence, John's too. Then one of them would pull back the curtains concealing the sideshows exposing her recreation of Robert Bishop's sketch of the girl riding the bronco. She would by this stage be barely conscious, her body slumped in the saddle, dehydrated, her muscles cramping, her sex and nipples raw from their unrelenting abuse and, above all the physical pain, she would be aware that all her friends and classmates, her whole year group and, by the beginning of the next term, probably the whole college would know her kinky secret.