Stephanie emerged from her bath relaxed but excited for the hours ahead. On her bed she had laid out her lingerie and her toys. First she took a lace garter belt and wrapped it around her waist. Next came matching white stockings which she rolled up her smooth legs and attached them to the garters.

Now she took her bra and inserted her firm but ample breasts into the cups and adjusted the straps. After pulling on her panties, she stopped to look in the bedroom mirror. It was silly, she supposed, to be embarrassed about being naked when there was nobody to see her in her one bedroom apartment, but somehow the lacy garments made her feel pretty and sexy.

In fact, it wasn't part of the original plan, but she decided to sit at her vanity and put on her makeup. Not so much as to seem slutty, but she wanted to look good for her date. A bit of blush here, some mascara there. A bit of white finger polish to match her undies.

But finally preparations were done and it was time to move to the main event. She had a pair of eye hooks in the ceiling over her princess four-poster. Stepping out to the kitchen to grab some ice, she put the cubes into the toe of a sock, and pulled the sock through one of the eye hooks until it could pull no more. Tying a weight, a key, and a string to the sock, she tied the other end of the string to the other eye hook. When the ice melted, the weight would pull the sock through and the key would drop to where her hand would be waiting.

She adorned her wrists and ankles with locking cuffs, putting small padlocks through the holes to keep naughty fingers from trying to unbuckle them, and locked a short chain to each of the four posts of her princess bed. Lying down on the bed, she took a larger padlock and attached each ankle cuff to the corresponding chain.

Breath coming quickly now, she picked up her ball gag and buckled it tightly around her neck, taking away her ability to make coherent speech. And then she took her vibrating egg and put it inside her panties - just in the right spot - and turned it on at a low level - enough to be interesting but not enough to push her over the edge.

Lying fully back, she reached her left arm behind her and found the chain and locked her wrist to it, and then reached back with her right arm, looped the open padlock through the chain and the D-ring on the wrist cuff, but then paused. This was the moment of truth, a spare key was still in reach, attached to the vibrator control. Should she do it? She'd practiced the ice drop to make sure it worked before. And she'd spent so much time fantasizing about this day. The sexy adventure part of her mind forced her to squeeze closed on the padlock before the rational part could say no.

Click! There it was, no way out until the ice decided it was time! Wait, no! she panicked, pulling against her bonds, squirming and struggling, but they held her tight like they always did. She had to endure.

Already she could feel herself becoming moist. Already she could feel the vibrator starting to work its magic on her. Always when she played with her vibrating toys with her hands she would lose patience and make herself cum quickly. This way her excitement would build gradually over a long period of time, and when she got free, a great orgasm awaited.

But first, she had to suffer the exquisite torture of the slow pleasure by her own device. She lay there on the bed willing her mind to drift, the time to pass, but her focus kept returning to the soft rumble on her nub. She would try to buck her hips, to hump the vibe, but that just frustrated her more.

Some time passed, her breathing was ragged and her excitement was building, when suddenly a loud noise outside the bedroom. Her front door opening? A male voice, "Anyone home? Required filter replacement!"

Wait, had she left the door unlocked? Surely she put the chain on? Suddenly the excitement was gone and she was back to reality. A glance at the ice showed it had melted away some, but there was still some time left. What could she do? Could she somehow slip her wrist through the cuffs? And while still being quiet enough that the workman wouldn't hear? No, in fact she might have locked the cuffs on a bit too tightly.

All she could do was hope he left quickly. In the quiet bedroom with her ears straining to hear what was going on outside, it felt for sure the buzzing vibrator was as loud as a jackhammer. Tensed up she listened as footsteps walked across her living room, bangs as something was opened, closed. Then disaster, the footsteps came closer and closer towards the door of her bedroom and then suddenly the door was open and he walked in.

Forever they stared at each other. Him, shocked, in wonder, speechless. Her, scared, embarrassed, gagged. He came to his senses first, running over to her, "Oh my God, are you all right?". He bent down and started examining the cuff holding her wrist to a chain to the post, and then a drop of icy water fell onto the back of his neck.

He stood up, stepped back, and looked up. He saw the sock, the ice cubes inside it, the string ... and the key. "You did this to yourself, didn't you?!"

Even gagged she could affirm, "mmm-hmm".

"Well, in that case ..." he took out a smart phone ... and started taking pictures. She could turn her head to the side, but there was no other protection she could afford from a permanent recording of the lewd position of her half naked body, from many different angles.

"Let's put this aside for a bit," he said, reaching up and untying the key and sock combination, laying them on her dresser, far away from anything she could possibly reach.

"Don't go anywhere!" he joked and walked out the room.

After a minute of hearing drawers opening and closing outside the bedroom, he came back in brandishing a pair of scissors. Despite her garbled protests, she soon found herself without a bra or panties anymore. Now naked except for the stockings, he stopped to take yet more pictures, including closeups of her breasts and pussy.

He sat next to her on the side of her bed and roughly grabbed a breast and started kneading it while she mmphed her complaints. He seemed lost in thought as he manipulated her breasts for a minute and then suddenly came to a decision with a snap of the fingers and an "I know!"

He stood up, unhooked the stockings from her garter belt, and pulled them off from under the ankle cuffs one at a time. He took found the keys and unlocked the chain from the bedpost, leaving the other end attached to her ankle. She took the opportunity to try to kick at him, but while her leg was strong, she didn't have good leverage, and he had his whole body. The short-lived rebellion ended up with her ankle pushed up against her thigh with the loose end of the chain wrapped around and locked, keeping it there. He then took one of the stockings, tied it around her knee, and pulled it tightly, tying it to the side of the bed.

After repeating the process with her other leg, she found herself involuntarily showing off her pussy and the female delights within in a clear fuck-me invitational pose. While roughly manipulating a breast with one hand he started working on removing his own pants with the other. Finally realizing what was about to happen she being to protest frantically from behind the gag, fighting all her bonds with renewed vigor.

And then there it was, his manhood boldly revealing its full length and girth. She was somehow sure nothing that big could ever fit inside a woman, but a moment later it was searching for her awaiting entrance and pushed its way into her virgin passage.

Tied as she was there was little she could do other than wiggle ineffectually or whimper into her ball gag as he thrusted in. And then again. And again. Each thrust rocked her to her core. She felt full in a way she never had before. And it slid out, and in, and out, and in again. Each stroke more powerful than the last. Her body disobediently began to respond to the animal passions, his weight on her midsection, his hot breath on her breasts. Faster and fiercer it seemed to be seeking the deepest corners of her insides and then with one long push he came inside of her.

Humiliated and helpless she had to wait while he rested his full weight on top of her, basking in his post-coital bliss. Eventually she felt the fullness inside her begin to wither and fade. Wordlessly he stood up, pulled up his pants, and left the room, while she whined into her gag, ready to be let free.

Seemingly he wasn't going to abandon her just yet, she heard him walking around her apartment, opening drawers and generally banging around. After a few minutes, he walked back into the room with her step ladder, saying "did you know you have a step ladder?" as if she didn't know. He set it up at the foot of her bed and walked out again.

Next he came back with her laptop, placed it on top of the step ladder, and plugged the charger into the wall. A third trip out the room ended with a handful of items which he threw down next to her on the bed such that she couldn't really see. And a fourth trip he had a glass of water.

"Would you like some water?" he asked. She nodded, and he added, "okay, but no talking".

He reached behind her head and unbuckled the ball gag, and slowly drew it out. He tipped the glass carefully to give her some water. "More?" she nodded; he poured some more in. She drank it in. "More?" this time she shook her head and he put the glass down on the dresser.

"Can you..." she started to plead, but suddenly the side of her head exploded in pain as she realized he had slapped her, hard. Dazed and not wanting to be hit again she waited in silence as he picked up her discarded panties and started wiping all around her crotch area and on the bed in front of it.

"Open wide!" he ordered and without thinking too much about it she duly opened her mouth. He stuffed her panties into her mouth, and then grabbing a roll of medical tape he'd found, started wrapping it around her head and mouth to keep it there. Around and around, tighter and tighter went the tape; a second round of tape went over the top of her head and under her jaw keeping her mouth clamped down on it. She had to push hard on the panties with her tongue to keep them from gagging her. But as she did so the scent of her musk mixed with the salty taste of his discharge assaulted her.

Next he took a pair of clothespins he'd found in her laundry, and showed her how he'd wrapped a rubber band around the tips to add extra pressure. Her nipples were soft for the moment, but a few flicks of his fingers on those sensitive tips caused them to firm right up. Betrayed by her body again, she watched helplessly as one clothespin than the other bit down hard.

"Oh my God those have to come off now" she thought through the sharp intense pain, and she thrashed and pulled wildly, but all the bondage held firm. She was barely aware of him tying some clothesline around her waist, and down between her butt cheeks, up through her labia lips, and tied back at front. Then he lodged her vibrating egg under the ropes and taped it in place, and then turned it on high.

She bucked and thrashed on top of her bed, at least as much as her chained wrists and stocking-bound legs would allow. Through the sensory assault, she wasn't even sure if she was trying to escape the pain in her nipples or bring on the pleasurable sensations in her clit. Soon enough it brought her to a climax and even through the panty gag you could hear her screams of ecstasy.

"Well, Stephanie, I've got to go now. I put your key back in place but it looks like you didn't have enough ice cubes last time so I put in twice as many. I replaced the batteries with some new 'xtra-long-life' ones I found in your kitchen. Also, advice for the future, I wouldn't recommend using your real name when broadcasting from your web-camera to porn sites, but me and my friends thank you for it because that made it easier for us to find it for download!"

Sure enough, the laptop was open, the camera light was on, and it was angled right at her position on the bed. Looking up she saw he was right about the ice cubes, but that was longer than she'd ever endured. Her nipple still felt a sharp pain that refused to be ignored. Nothing her tongue or teeth could do could dislodge her underwear from her mouth, much less allow her to avoid the tastes of their sex fluids. Her hands grasped helplessly at the chains. And then the insistent buzzing of the vibrator demanded its presence be known. Inexorably, despite everything, it began driving her towards yet another orgasm.