… Can Sometimes Go Wrong! by cuckypup

… Can Sometimes Go Wrong! by cuckypup

Explore the ups and downs of adult relationships in our captivating sex story, '... Can Sometimes Go Wrong!' Dive into real-life experiences and discover the lessons learned when intimacy takes an unexpected turn. Perfect for readers seeking both entertainment and insight.<br/> Looking at herself in the mirror on the other side of the room Virginia felt deeply satisfied with her work. She looked like a damsel in distress, a sexy goth damsel in distress. It was the little details like the contrast of her black lipstick against the bright red ball gag that made her look irresistible in her opinion. The gentle vibration of the magic wand against her crotch felt delightfully excruciating. She could feel the slow build up deep inside her. It seemed as if pleasure kept pouring in without ever overflowing. Instead of fighting it she decided to embrace it. She started softly moaning. She found the sound of her own pleasure, muffled by the gag to be deeply erotic.

Looking again at her reflection she found the way her curves moved as she ground her hips mesmerizing. Eventually she got into a sort of rhythm where she would shift her focus back and forth between the porn playing on TV and her own predicament. Impregnating herself with the sometimes sensual, sometimes brutal but always arousing energy of the scene. And then closing her eyes and entering a trance like state, letting the raw physicality of the moment overwhelm her. She had lost track of time; she could not tell how long it had been or even keep count of how many of these cycles she had been through. It did not even matter anymore. She had accepted that her bondage would simply end when it was meant to end. Not a second earlier. And she would not have wanted it to be any shorter.

Her bliss was suddenly interrupted when she thought she heard a noise coming from the front door. She opened her eyes and with considerable efforts shifted her attention away from her current predicament and unto the entryway. After a few tense seconds of silence, she heard it again. Someone was fidgeting with the door. Wild scenarios were racing through her mind. What if it was a burglar? She was completely defenseless! She heard an ominous creaking sound as the door opened.

“Ginny, your car is blocking the garage door… Again… Can you please move it?”

Virginia’s heart skipped a bit. This was Claire’s voice! And Claire was the only person to call her Ginny (she hated that nickname). How could this be happening? She was supposed to be away! A panicked Virginia tried to pull on her restraints with all the strength she could gather. Surely, she had been locked for at least an hour, perhaps more. The ice lock was due to open any time now. It was probably not very strong anymore. If she could pull hard enough it would release her hands and she could untie herself or at least crawl to safety before Claire walked into the living room. But her efforts were in vain, the ice lock was still holding strong.

“Ginny? Are you there?” the voice called again.

Still desperate to free herself, Virginia was clinging onto the faint hope that Claire would go away. She heard some indistinct swearing then the sound of approaching footsteps.

“Oh my God?!” screamed a stunned Claire, as she entered the living room and saw her helpless roommate.

Despite her embarrassment Virginia tried to plead for help through the gag.

Whether she did not understand or simply did not want to help Claire, ignored her and instead retreated to her bedroom, probably still in shock. Everything went quiet for a few moments. Virginia let her head down in shame. Then she heard more screams coming from the bedroom. This was immediately followed by Claire stomping into the living room.

“What is wrong with you???” she asked.

Even if she had wanted to, Virginia was absolutely not in a position to reply. Nonetheless, Claire continued, unfazed.

“Why did you take my vibrator? Did you think it’s the kind of thing I like to share? Did you think I would be ok with you using it for…” Her words were failing Claire “…this!” was all she could finally blurt out in frustration.

Instead of engaging with Claire, Virginia looked up at the ice lock, hopelessly searching for any sign that the device was close to opening.

“… You are fucking disgusting…” Claire was still ranting but Virginia was not listening.

Instead, she decided to close her eyes and wait for her roommate to give up and leave. This usually worked and this time was no exception, because after spitting out a few more accusations she left. Virginia was mortified. But it would all be over soon, she just had to be patient. She could deal with Claire later. A sudden, sharp pain in her left butt cheek interrupted her thoughts. She opened her eyes wide. Claire was standing in front of her, holding a riding crop. Virginia was in shock. Did Claire just whip her? How did she dare? The audacity of this bitch was unbelievable!

“You are not going to ignore me. Not. This. Time!” she yelled as the crop struck Virginia another three times. Virginia was squirming, twisting her body in a pathetic attempt to avoid being hit. She was terrified, she had never seen Claire so angry. She had no idea how to deal with such fury.

“Do I have your attention now? I’m sick and tired of your attitude! You don’t give a damn about anything or anyone. Any time I try to bring up any concern you just blow me off. You’re a terrible roommate and a terrible person. I don’t know how or why you got yourself in this mess. And I hate to have to take advantage of the situation, but frankly you did not give me a choice. So you will listen to me for once, whether you want it or not.”

Claire was unleashing months of pent-up frustration. The relationship between the two girls had quickly deteriorated. Virginia viewed Claire as nothing more than a typical spoiled brat with an unhealthy obsession for horses. She found her too cheery to the point of sounding fake and just plain irritating. This clashed with Virginia’s more reserved personality. So, she had started ignoring her and contributing less than the bare minimum around the house, taking advantage of Claire’s lack of assertiveness. She was certain that she would never go further than acting passive aggressive around her, but now Claire was exposing a darker aspect of her personality.

“Why do you keep looking at this thing?” Claire had just caught Virginia glancing at the ice lock.

“What is it? Why, is water dripping from it?” Claire was reaching for the ice lock. Virginia tried to cover it with her hands, but Claire thwarted her attempt with an expertly placed stroke of the riding crop on her fingers.

“It’s cold. Is this thing filled with ice?” she inquired. Virginia really did not want to answer the question, but Claire raised her riding crop, the threat was clear. She meekly shook her head yes.

“So, what is this thing?” Virginia was unsure if Claire expected an answer. After all, she had made no effort to remove her gag. She decided to just give her a blank look.

“Oh… I think I get it!” Claire exclaimed after examining the lock more in detail.

To Virginia’s surprise she got on her knees and started searching through the open bag. It did not take long for her to find what she was looking for. A shiver went down Virginia’s spine as she saw Claire holding another pair of handcuffs with a triumphant smile on her face. She could easily guess what Claire was about to do. Virginia started screaming as hard as she could despite the gag and shaking her head no. Claire ignored her pointless protest and placed the second pair of handcuffs between the first pair and the chain, effectively bypassing the ice lock. When she heard the lock click shut, Virginia’s body went limp. Her last hope was gone. There would be no release, her fate was now in Claire’s hands. This was too much for Virginia and she started crying. Unfortunately, her tears and pathetic muffled sobs did not move Claire.

“I am sorry Ginny, I can’t do this right now. I need some time to think. This is just too much to process. We will have to continue this conversation later. I feel horrible for keeping you like this, but please understand you gave me no other choice.” Claire left the room.