Yes it's the same Sarah and Amanda from my current short story and yes part 2 is coming soon. I recently submitted it to Gromet's Plaza along with details of a writing contest. He sounded interested the last time I heard from him. Hopefully he'll be all right with both soon. Now, without further ado...
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To The Kitchen
By Madhatter815
SIGN:
Keys hanging in the
kitchen.
You can’t miss ‘em.
Sarah
Amanda sat on her couch, bound and
nude.
The first thought she had was
that she was screwed.
A tight crotch rope had an
intruder contained
while cinches and locks kept her limbs well restrained.
while cinches and locks kept her limbs well restrained.
“No problem,” she announced. “I
only need to get to the kitchen.”
Amanda could see the sign on the wall.
To go where it asked would be a
tough call.
If she got herself free there
would be a reward
though a failure in trying she could not afford.
though a failure in trying she could not afford.
“Nothing ventured, nothing gained,” she concluded. “I guess I’ll head to the kitchen.”
Amanda looked for some give in the
cinch.
She kicked and pulled but it gave
not an inch.
She was wholly stuck till her wrists
were unbound
but that had to wait till her key had been found.
but that had to wait till her key had been found.
“Just
a minor inconvenience,” she declared. “I’ll
be fine once I get to the kitchen.”
Amanda stood up and felt a slight
pull.
That’s when her vibrator kicked
on in full.
A cord had pulled lose, a circuit
completed;
a careless mistake that could not be deleted.
a careless mistake that could not be deleted.
“This is unexpected,” she admitted.
“But I should still be able to get to the kitchen.”
Amanda jumped and hopped across
the floor.
She never thought moving could be
such a chore.
She was almost there from what
she could tell
but other things were approaching as well.
but other things were approaching as well.
“I’m getting close,” she muttered.
“Plus I’m about to reach the kitchen.”
Amanda felt she was now on the
brink.
The buzzing so strong she could barely
think.
She grimaced and groaned, she huffed
and she puffed
but pretty soon she’d no longer be cuffed.
but pretty soon she’d no longer be cuffed.
“I made it!” she exclaimed. “I’ve
made it to the kitchen.”
Amanda felt her heart sink in her
chest.
“This doesn’t look good,” she
rightly confessed.
For the room was filled with more
than her key
as keys filled the room for that she could see.
as keys filled the room for that she could see.
“But I…” she started. “I just
needed to get to the kitchen.”
Amanda fell to the floor, at
first in defeat
then an orgasm struck that was far from discreet.
then an orgasm struck that was far from discreet.
She thought to the sign she had
read from the chair
and as she thought back she was filled with despair.
and as she thought back she was filled with despair.
“It wasn’t key’s as in just mine,” she realized. “It said keys as in plural. Keys when I got to the kitchen!”
Amanda knew then she must be such
a sight
as she twisted and pulled with all of her might.
as she twisted and pulled with all of her might.
Now I must admit she put up a
good fight.
I guess I should check that she’s
doing all right.
But the last time I looked she just squealed in delight.
But the last time I looked she just squealed in delight.
Either way, happy bondage, stay safe
and good night.
-Sarah
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