The Erotic Short Story Collection

7. Tara Tied Up

Tara drew in a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Her chest heaved causing her perky breasts to bounce sensually. Her nipples were firm and erect, centred in her small areolas.

She couldn't believe she was doing this. This moment represented the culmination of weeks of procrastination, consideration and patient planning. First she had needed to muster up the courage to buy the bed restraint. Then it had taken over a week for it to arrive.

Ever since it had been delivered on Tuesday morning she had been in a state of constant indecision. Even 30 minutes ago she couldn't have said for sure that she would go through with the plan.

Now here she lay on a Friday afternoon looking down from a precipice into the unknown. She was at the final hurdle, after this there was no going back.

She took three more long slow breaths, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest. Her eyes shifted lower to her two slender legs. They were spread wide with her knees tucked up on either side of her breasts. A strap ran across the bed directly below her ass. Each leg had a thick strap around the thigh and shin holding them together. These in turn were attached to the strap that ran across the bed, keeping her spread wide, completely unable to close her legs. At her centre she could see her freshly manicured pussy. She was completely bald, save for a small circle of neatly trimmed hair the size of a ten cent piece, which was situated an inch above her clit.

Her left arm was tied at the wrist. The leather strap stretched all the way to the bars of the bed head where it was tightly anchored.

Her right arm was still free, she had a cuff attached firmly to her wrist, but the anchor strap hung loosely between her arm and the frame.

'Well,' she thought, 'It's now or never.'

Holding her phone in her free hand she aimed the camera at herself, adjusting the angles so that the picture would be as flattering as possible. This didn't take much effort. With deep green eyes, long blonde hair and a kick ass body, Tara was a spectacular sight from any angle.

She saved the photo and then quickly switched to her messenger app, typing out a message.

'Hurry home baby, I'm waiting for you.'

She attached the photo and hit send.

Now came the last hurdle. She placed the phone at her side, pausing for a moment, steeling her nerve.

The end of the strap for her right arm ran around the bed post and finished right next to her head. All she had to do was put it between her teeth and turn her head a few times to tension it.

She grabbed the strap and placed it between her lips. Biting down she turned her head, once, twice, three times until the her right arm was pulled tight towards the corner of the bed.

She lay there on the bed, arms spread wide, legs spread even wider, her knees tucked towards her armpits. Her breathing slowed and relief washed through her now that the decision had been made. Then came a wave of arousal as she realised how helpless she was and how excited Kurt would be to see her.

She waited for five minutes and then ten, her arousal building as time went on. A small trail of fluid leaked slowly from between the lips of her vagina, meandering through her crevices and across her tight pink asshole before pooling on the sheets.

Just when she was starting to wonder if he would ever come home, she heard the sound of his car in the driveway. Her heart rate quickened and the moisture between her legs became a steady stream.

Tara heard his key in the door and moaned in anticipation, her hips giving a slight rise, humping the air in excitement.

'Ooooh.'