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Jillian Selfbound
Jillian is about 5'1'' tall, with curly auburn hair bound up in a french braid over her pale face; she has thick brows over dark green eyes, a small button nose, thin lips pursed in an anxious line, and a narrow pointed jaw. She has thin shoulders and slender arms, wearing a loose white shirt and green sweatpants.
Jillian looks down at the tools and toys she had laid down on her bed, carefully arranged; she nervously reaches down and gently pushes a metal link a fraction of an inch to the side. She straightens up again, her heart beating fast in her chest. She hesitates, anxiety holding her back. Finally, she lets her breath out, then turns away.
Reaching down, Jillian grabs the hem of her shirt with both hand. Her fingers coil anxiously in the cloth, then with a jerk, she pulls it up. Her pale belly is taut and flat, bared as she pulls her shirt up hight, pulling it off over her head, she pauses for a moment to turn her shirt back right side out, then she recovers herself, and tosses the shirt aside to land in a far corner of her bedroom.
Her plain white bra supports her B breasts; reaching back, Jillian releases the hook of her bra and it falls away, letting her breasts swing free. Her aureolae are a dark brown, about the size of a quarter, her nipples stand out, hardening in the cool air. Tossing her bra aside to land beside her shirt, Jillian reaches down and grabs the waistband of her sweatpants. She pushes it down, leaning over, thrusting her tight rear in her plain white panties out behind her. Pulling her legs free of her loose pants, Jillian straightens up, lifting her pants and tossing them aside with her other clothes.
Standing naked but for her panties, Jillian turns back to her bed. She licks her lips nervously, eyeing her toys and tools once more. She looks down at herself, hesitates, then she grabs her panties and pushes them down as well, rolling the soft cloth down over her lean smooth legs down to her feet. She is conscious of her naked ass pushed back out behind her. She blushes a bit, even though she knows there is nobody there to see.
Straightening up, Jillian tosses her panties away, then looks down at the bed. Drawing a deep breath, Jillian turns and sits herself down on the bed. She pulls her legs up;sitting with her legs together she reaches for her first tool.
It is a coil of soft cotton rope; unrolling it, Jillian doubles the rope over, then wraps it around her ankles; She pulls the doubled end of the rope through the loop, then wraps it the other way. Jillian pulls the rope as tight as she can as she winds the rope up her legs, forming a thick column of rope that binds her legs immovably together. She takes the last bit of rope and pulls it carefully between her legs, then back again, wrapping the rope loops in another loop; Jillian pulls it tight, and the rope pulls every loop tighter around her ankles.
Jillian stops, sitting straight up, biting her lower lip; her hardened nipples stab the air, pink shades her cheeks as she draws a breath, then lets it out. She braces herself with her hands, and raises her bound feet; tugging at the ropes, Jillian tries to pull her feet apart, but there was no slack, no room to move. Satisfied, Jillian sets her feet down, then grabs another rope. This one she also doubles over, and tosses around behind her back. Pulling the ends around to her front, Jillian wraps the rope around her chest. Carefully, she winds the rope under her firm breasts, then slides the ends through the loop. She pulls the rope tight, then tosses the end around behind her back. Reaching back, Jillian pulls the rope around to the front again, this time she pulls the rope around her chest on top of her breasts, framing them with coils of rope.
Her breath comes in soft gasps as Jillian wraps the rope around her chest again and again, above and below her breasts, then between them, then up over her shoulders and around again, pulling every coil tight until it sinks into her skin, pressing into her breasts, supporting them, pressing them up and out before her.
Jillian pauses, raising both her hands to her breasts, her fingers closing around them, sinking into her soft flesh as she kneads her own sensitive body. Her eyes closed, Jillian leans her head back, moaning softly as she molests herself; her fingers close around her nipples, and she gasps as she pinches them - in her own head, it is some strange man touching her, toying with her helpless body as she lies captive. He laughs at her helpless cries, tightening his grip on her sensitive flesh, redoubling his attentions to her delight and mingled pleasure and embarrassment.
Jillian opens her eyes and draws a breath, a deep shuddery breath. With an effort of will, she pulls her hands away from her breasts and grabs up the loose end of the rope of her chest harness. She pulls it tight and ties it off, ready to continue.
She reaches for a toy, a very particular toy. Spreading her knees as far as she can against the rope bound tightly around her ankles, Jillian lowers the toy, a long thick plastic shaft down between her soft thighs; the cold hard plastic brushes against her hot skin as she presses it up against the soft flesh of her pussy. Jillian bites her lips, moaning as the rounded tip of the dildo presses deep inside her.
"Mhmmm. . ." she moans sensuously as she presses on the end of the dildo, pushing it deeper and deeper until every inch of the dildo is pressed into her, until the lips of her pussy close around the end of it.
Holding the dildo inside herself with one hand, Jillian reaches out with her other to take a short piece of rope, already doubled over. She awkwardly wraps the rope around her waist so both ends are behind her back. Letting go of the dildo for a moment, she reaches back with both hands to slip the doubled ends through the loop of rope. Pulling it tight, she knots it off, then carefully slips the hanging tail of rope beneath her, slipping it through the crack between her tight round cheeks and in front of her, over her pussy, from which the flat end of the dildo had slipped out. Jillian presses it back into her, stifling a moan as she does so, then slips the rope between her pussy lips, pressing hard on the dildo, driving it back deep inside her.. She pulls the rope tight, until it is buried between her pussy lips, biting hard into her soft flesh. Breathing hard now, Jillian pulls the crotchrope through the waist rope before her and pulls it tight, tying it off as tightly as she can.
Grabbing another rope, Jillian ties it around her knees the same as she tied the first around her ankles, pressing her thighs tightly together, tightening her flesh around the thick shaft that fills her up.
Her breath coming in short gasps now, her cheeks a bright pink, Jillian reaches out and picks up another toy, this one a bright red rubber ball on a leather strap. She holds it up to her lips, opening her mouth as wide as she can, Jillian presses the red ball into her mouth, straining to push it deep behind her teeth. Biting down on it, she pulls the ends of the strap behind her head, tossing her head to pull her hair aside as she presses the buckled ends of the strap together. She pulls hard on the strap, pushing the ball deeper into her mouth.
"Mhm!" she cried out, testing her gag; the red ball shines between her white teeth, muffling her voice to a moan. She presses hard on it with her tongue, but the strap is pulled so tight the ball hardly moves. "Mhm!" Jillian cries out again, louder this time, but her muffled voice barely reaches the walls of the room, much less get through them.
Satisfied, Jillian reaches for two more items: the first is a small remote tha she puts down right behind her within easy reach. The second is a pair of handcuffs, which she sets down beside her bare hip. The cold steel brushes against her naked skin, and her nostrils flare as the sensation strikes through her.
Regaining control with an effort, she picks up a gleaming piece of metal. It is a steel key; she holds it up, then tosses it on the floor. Noting where it falls, she turns and picks up the final toy: a black leather blindfold. Jillian's naked breasts heave as she breathes heavily, her heart hammering in her chest. She presses the cold leather over her eyes, holding it there with one hand as she pulls the strap behind her head with the other. The strap tight around her head, she nods, then shakes her head wildly, trying to dislodge it, but the blindfold stays tight in place, locking her away in darkness.
Reaching out blindly, Jillian picks up the handcuffs. She slides the cuffs through the rear of her crotch rope, gasping softly as the rope rubs against her hot flesh. Drawing a deep breath, Jillian puts one of the steel circles around her left wrist. She moans as the steel ratchets, every click echoing in her ears as the steel pulls tight around her wrist, biting into her soft skin. She places the second circlet to her right wrist, then hesitates. Her breasts heaving, her skin shining with a thin layer of sweat as she grows hot and bothered, but she hesitates, scared of the final move, both craving and fearing the total helplessness she has put herself in for.
Drawing a deep breath through her nose, a thin trail of drool slipping out from her lips around the big ballgag, Jillian swallows hard, then slips the second cuff around her right wrist. Her sexy helpless body jerks with every click as if it was a strike on her naked flesh. Once the steel circles is closed tight, biting into her soft skin, Jillian reaches behind her with her bound hands, feeling blindly for the remote. Finding it, she lifts it, finding the controls by feel. She pushes a button.
A loud buzz rises from her body, from the soft flesh between her bound thighs, and Jillian's body jerks. "Mhmmm!" she cries out helplessly, her cry muffled by the big ball filling her mouth.
She hesitates for a moment longer, then she presses the button again, and the buzzing grows louder - Jillian quivers as powerful sensations rush through her tightly bound body; she presses the button again and again and again: with every act the buzzing grows ever louder, the dildo buzzing harder and harder, the powerful vibrations hammering her helpless body with every buzz.
Jillian tosses the remote away with a jerk, before she can change her mind.
Finished, she falls helplessly to lie on her bed, her naked sexy body writhing around her pussy, around the thick shaft that presses deep into her, her skin gleaming with sweat, she tosses her head, whimpering and crying as she jerks at the cuffs, tugging at the rope that rubs across her hot flesh; drops slip out around the rope buried deep inside her, bespeckling her pale thighs as she cries out in helpless forced pleasure.
Her breasts heaving, Jillian squirms and moans, her breath coming in great gasps as she collapses across the bed, her breasts heaving, her body quivering as waves of pleasure roll back and forth through her helpless body.
Behind the blindfold, Jillian closes he eyes, imagining that even as she lies there, a mysterious man is watching her, lusting for her, is coming for her-
Jillian jerks, looking blindly as she hears a sound like her window opening - was it her imagination? Was it something outside? Was it her actual window opening? She lies frozen, except for her hips that quiver around the still-buzzing dildo, listening intently. She can almost hear something, something like a large body moving, she can see in her mind's eyes a man standing from his crouch on the floor, looming over her, staring down at her helpless quivering body-
"Mhm!" Jillian whimpers, shivering in fear, in aroused pleasure; her breath comes in harsh gasps, her heartbeat hammers in her ears. Almost deafened, she is sure she can hear footsteps, drawing closer and closer.
Jillian raises her head, staring blindly up at the man she is certain looms over her. She can feel his lustful gaze running over her body. "Mhm! MHMMM!" she screams, shaking her head wildly while the dildo hammers her body and mind.
He must be smiling, she knows, he must have an evil lustful glint in his eyes as he drinks in her fear and panic, the forced pleasure racing through her; he must be aching to put his rough hands close on her hot flesh, to take the girl who has made helpless and tied herself up like a present for him. He must be reaching for her even now, his rough hands closing on her, grasping at her, clawing at her as her voice rises in horrified gasps of forced pleasure, her body writhing as she is forced to cum, plunging over the edge of climax with a thunderous scream!
