NICOLE'S MISTAKE

BY THE ONE

In two weeks’ time, high school sophomore Nicole had already experienced her first orgasm and basic bondage (“Nicole’s debut”), mastered the use of handcuffs, had used duct tape for a gag over her mouth (“No One Can Hear Me!”), and had begun looking for bigger and better thrills.

The idea came to her that the high school may be a good place to get these. One Friday, she rolled up several yards of rope, her handcuffs, and her vibrator into her backpack. She stowed it in her locker until the last period of the day. (Between each period at her high school, there was a five-minute break when kids could use the bathrooms, get drinks, etc., and still be back in class on time. However, between the two last periods, 12th and 13th, the break was longer to allow kids to collect their things to go home.) This longer break was when Nicole made her move.

She knew that there was a closet in the band room where anyone hardly ever went into, even the director. She set up in that closet, stripped to her bra and thong, and began. Nicole tied a length of rope around her ankles and knees. Then she looped a rope through the coils on her ankles and knees and wrapped and tied the other end around her waist. She hooked a rope through an eye bolt in the wall used for hanging drums, and tied it around her neck. She inserted her vibrator and turned it on.

That familiar pleasure flowed through her as she checked all her knots, adjusted her bra, strung the cuff chain through a larger bolt, and clicked them shut around her wrists.

Nicole was in heaven. She knew she couldn’t move, and enjoyed it immensely. However, she also knew that she had a way out: the cuff key was right under her hands if she needed it. She looked just to reassure herself… and was hit by a panic attack. It wasn’t there!!

Nicole looked around frantically to find the key. Then, with a sickening feeling in her stomach, saw it just outside the pocket of her discarded jeans. She had forgotten it, and left it out of reach!

“No!” she whispered, terrified, “No, no, no!” She strained against her bonds but had tied herself too well. She knew she was trapped. She despaired even more as she heard the bell ring, signaling the start of 13th period. The band would be coming in soon, and she would be expected in the chorus. It went without saying that she wouldn’t be there, and the choral director would come looking for her. She fought desperately, throwing herself against the cuffs and ropes trying to get close enough to grab the key with her feet. The reach wasn’t even close. There was no way out but to show herself to someone. She started to cry. Then, she remember, her boyfriend, Jeremy, would be at band practice that day. If someone had to see her, she wanted it to be him.

As she heard the band filing in, she tried to keep quiet and wait for Jeremy, who always came near the closet to get his trombone. She waited anxiously, then heard his voice. He wasn’t alone. It didn’t matter. “Jeremy?” she called out in a sort of whispered yell. He stopped talking. He had heard! “Jeremy, it’s me, Nicole!” she called again. “I need help! Please come in here!”

The door slowly opened and her boyfriend’s head poked in. “Hello?” he whispered.

“Over here!” she said sadly. Her feet stuck out from behind the filing cabinet she had set herself up behind, and she kicked a little up and down to alert him.

“Nicole?” he asked, closing the door quietly. Then, he saw her. A look of anger crossed his face. “Who did this to you?”

She looked up slowly, “Me.”

She knew that he instantly realized what she was in to. He noticed the vibrator between her legs, and the puddle of her fluid around it. “Why?” he asked.

She started to sob. “I wanted a thrill! I found out about this whole thing like a couple of weeks ago, and I can’t stop!”

He knelt down in front of her and stroked her hair and face, then his hands drifted to her chest. She let it happen; she couldn’t get away. “I get it. You tied yourself up, couldn’t get out, and now you want free?” he asked.

Nicole nodded.

“Well, since I know why you did this, I figure it’d be wasted if you didn’t get it.” He walked across the room away from her.

“No! Please don’t leave me!”

But Jeremy had no intention of leaving just yet. He picked up her key and walked back over. “You might want to keep a spare from now on,” he said, “and here’s a good place to keep it.” He pulled her right bra cup away from her breast and slipped the key inside, intentionally giving her a good poke in the sensitive area around her nipple. She whimpered. Then he let his fingers slide against her breast on the way out.

He turned to leave. “No, please!” Nicole cried again.

“What? You have the key within reach now. I’ll come back after practice and let you out then if you haven’t yourself. Oh, and when that thing,” he pointed to the vibrator, “does its job, I’d be quiet if I were you…” With that, he left.

Nicole pleaded and cried, but when the door shut, she gave up. She set about freeing herself by twisting around so her breast was in reach of her cuffed hands. Just as she had gotten the key between her fingers and pulled it out, the vibrator finally made her cum. She bit her lip and clenched her fists to stop from screaming as she came to a dizzying orgasm.

When the world came back into focus, she realized she had once again lost the key. It was just a little out of range of her hands, and now the bra she had had to fight was flipped down off her breasts, exposing her. She burst into silent tears again out of pure frustration and humiliation.

After practice was over, Jeremy came to get her. He examined her exposed chest awhile before releasing her. As she stood up and stretched her stiff limbs, he saw the puddle of cum where she had been had gotten bigger and thicker.

“So you got what you came for?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she replied, embarrassed now that she was displaying herself by accident to him as she stretched. “All I wanted, and…” she pulled her shirt on, “a lot more.” She smiled at him, hoping he would see that she wasn’t mad at him as she pulled her jeans on and adjusted her bra under her shirt.

He smiled back and helped her put her ropes and cuffs back in her pack. “If you really are into this sort of thing, I kinda want to be a part of it…” he said a little awkwardly.

“I can tell,” Nicole replied, rubbing the spot where he had poked her with the key. (It still hurt a little.) “I think you would be pretty good at it too,” she said playfully. She quickly pulled him into a huge kiss, thanked him for freeing her, and they walked out of the closet.

There were only a few people left in the band room, but odd looks were still directed at them as the pair walked out of the closet when only one had gone in.

Nicole whispered in his ear, “I’ll show you what it’s all about tomorrow night.”