Thinking about it always made Brenda feel lonely. She remembered one night, it rained, and her folks didn't get home until dawn. Brenda stayed on the porch though, shivering in the cold and watched the cars go by, wishing on every one of them. Yeah, melodramatic. The good news was they come home and covered her up with kisses before carrying her into their house to her nice warm bed. It wasn't long after, that her dad stopped drinking and her parents didn't go out so much anymore. Such ended a lonely chapter in her life. Brenda could have let all of that scar her, but she didn't. She figured life was a mixed bag - so just take the good and leave the bad behind.

Brenda still hated to wait though. Bondage had a lot to do with waiting, but for her, the usual was to get tied up nice and tight, then try to get loose for awhile until she was rescued. This time it was getting a little depressing!

"So how long have I been here?"

She tried figuring out the time by looking at the moon's position - like she was part Sioux Indian, or something.

"Maybe I can figure out a way to get some sleep. Let's see. Butt on the post, knees locked, bend over and just let my wrists support me."

The human body was a resilient thing, but the pain in her arms from being pulled like that would only keep her awake. So sleep was out.

"I guess no dancing either, huh? Maybe I could face the pole and straddle it, then just lean back with my torso?"

Again, that would put too much pressure on the arms, but she would sure get in a lot of squirming and rubbing out of it!

"Man, it would sure feel good to touch that post again."

She turned and eyed it. The post didn't move, an admirable trait in a lover. Sheeesh!

Brenda leaned back on the post hard and whispered, "Come on Chris, honey, come get me - I'm ready!"

She wanted to call out, but was afraid to make any noise, afraid that he would not come. Tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks.

"I know I'm going to make myself miserable again, by rubbing this pole."

She heard of people having breakdowns during bondage. They cry and blurt out all kinds of personal stuff buried inside themselves. Maybe she would do that, she didn't think so though. Brenda had problems as a child, like everyone else. The teen years were always hard on everyone too. There was Brenda's first marriage. They only lasted two years, then the divorce, but she had no serious issues with that buried inside her. After all, she ended up with Chris, which was good.

For Brenda, it was reconciling herself with bondage in general. As a little girl, she was only allowed to watch certain shows on TV or at the movies. Then when she became a young teen she could watch TV after nine at night. Those were the so-called adult shows. She was pretty disappointed. The big difference between those stories and the ones she had been allowed to watch before then, was that in the adult shows on TV, people died, or were sometimes murdered. Definitely heavy stuff, but not something to feel all happy about. Now being exposed to bondage, that was different. Brenda saw her first so-called "kink film" while she was in college. Mostly what she saw at first was one person taking control over, or the freedom away from another person, but her young mind knew there was something more going on. It was exciting seeing someone getting tied up like that - even more exciting, was imagining herself getting tied up.

Brenda was never gutsy enough to try bondage though, not even during her first marriage. Too conservative maybe, or too much Catholic school. Then she met Chris, and while they were dating, he came up with the idea of tying her to the bed while making love. Nothing intense, but she really got a rush out of it, and of course, that opened up the flood gates!

Now she was into some serious bondage! The tighter and more dangerous it got, the more sexy and alive she felt.

"Funny how we humans think!"

It seemed to be getting darker out. The moon was losing its brightness through the haze as the night grew warmer. The sun would be coming up soon, and tomorrow was going to be a scorcher for sure. Brenda's fingers were getting so numb now she couldn't even feel them, and her arms were beginning to get that tingling 'itchy' feeling one gets when they start to fall asleep.

"I wonder what would happen if I hung here until all the blood was drained from my arms. Would the circulation come back, or would a surgeon have to cut them off?"

That was a morbid thought: Brenda Zavala, forced to live the rest of her life without any limbs after a grisly bondage incident! To bad. She had such sexy arms too. Chris often mention that whenever she wore a capped sleeve blouse. Now the loose robe was really showing them off with her wrists locked above her head.

Another rustle in the woods. The crickets stopped chirping.

"Chris is out there. He HAS to be! I know I was faking a little bit, playing games in my mind. But let's get real here. There is no way he'd ever leave me tied to a post like this and just go home. Chris is out there somewhere close by. Watching."

She waited and listened, but the noise had stopped and the crickets started up again.

"Logic tells me that there a number of options to get him out in the open where I can see him. If he thought I was in danger he'd come. I could also call out to him and he'd probably come to see what I needed. He'd be feeling a little smug, of course, in seeing me break down! The most fun way to get him to show himself, might be to become as alluring as I can be."

Brenda turned around again, though it was more difficult this time, because her legs were really getting tired.

"Hello Mr. Post! This could be fun!"

She pushed herself into the post, grinding my mound against it, one breast on either side.

"This had better work. If he doesn't come to me before too long then I am going to be one very tired and frustrated woman!"

She rubbed her cheek against the post feeling the semi-coarseness.

"This isn't so bad. I feel my body responding and there is almost a gratitude to the post."

She turned her face to feel the wood rub across her hot lips. She kissed it, playfully, seductively, needfully. Brenda closed her eyes and let the mood swell inside her until all the rubbing and grinding came without any conscious coxing on her behalf. Her tummy was turning flips - that's where she really felt it when she was in wanting. It wasn't the only place, but it could be a painful place. And speaking of painful places, her nips were so hard they were really hurting now! She touched one of them to the post, carefully. The reaction was half way intense! Her nipples were so touchy now. Her whole body was touchy! Her breathing quickened, her heart raced. Brenda leaned back as far as she could with her thighs still gripping the post. She moved her hips and began rubbing her mound against the wood. Her head hung backward, stretching her neck to the post. The wind blew through her dark hair and the robe. Brenda moaned and groaned almost silently until she was nearly worn out. Lots of good feelings, but still no prize. No Chris either! She backed away from the post, but her legs felt so wobbly she could barely stand.

"Is it my imagination or is it beginning to get light out? What time does the sun come up? This time of year around five or five-thirty, I'd guess. Dang! Has it been that long?"

Real life was beginning to come crashing back again. First off, Brenda didn't want to be standing here bound to the post when the sun came up. Up until now, no one had seen her from the road because it was dark, but in the day, she would really be out in plain sight. More traffic too. Just one glance in this direction is all it would take to make a driver stop and gawk at the pretty, naked girl leaning against a post. Second, she had to go to work soon, and she was going to be too worn out, not to mention having to explain why she was so late. Where was Chris? Was he at home asleep? Did he get into an accident? Was she going to end up like this until someone else found her?

"No. It's not been that long. My eyes must just be getting used to the dark. It only takes 45 minutes for the eyes to become accustomed to the night. Something like that anyway. Ok, so have I been here 45 minutes, or from 9:30 until 5:00? Seven and a half hours? It doesn't feel much closer to nine o'clock at night than five in the morning. So which is it?"

Her legs certainly felt like she had been on her feet for seven hours, and her arms were almost numb now, like a pair of useless dried limbs that could be pulled right out of their sockets with ease.

"How long does it take before the human body becomes fatigued when in bondage? Depends on how you're bound up, of course."

Brenda tried to recall the last time Chris had her tied up like this. It was in the basement, about five months ago, and he left her down there with her wrists chained up high in the rafters. She remembered how dark it was, with no way of knowing if it were day or night outside.

"My muscles were screaming by the time he came back, but how long did that one last? Certainly not seven hours!"

That was encouraging to know. So she hadn't been out here that long at all, it just seemed that way.

"Don't forget to allow for adrenalin, say an excitement factor of a billion or so, and being tied to this post out in the open, with cars driving by was certainly exciting. A lot more exciting than being in the basement."

Time to get serious. She leaned forward against the post again. It was intriguing just how turned on she still was, even in her weakened condition. Just the touch of her body against the post, and off went the fireworks.

"Come on post! Do to me what I cannot do to myself!"

The air made her flesh tingle, like flashes of fire and ice. Inside, her tummy was tied in painful knots. Her pussy was so swollen, so wanting, so very alive as was the rest of her.

"Oh gosh, give me a climax! Give me release. Push me over the edge so I can float for while; so I can feel numb!"

She moaned out loud - a sound born in the depths of time, back when cavewomen found out why there were cavemen. Every nerve was sending signals to her brain and it was all that she could do to keep from screaming out loud.

"Chris! Where the hell are you. You're missing it, sweetheart!"

A wave passed over her. A wave that might announce the coming of a tsunami, a tidal wave. Oh yes, it was inside her for sure and it was building. It said it was coming and all she could do was invite it. She could not make it come quicker, nor could she stop it. Brenda shivered suddenly, feeling the world around her, the cool, damp and sticky night air, the robe fluttering against her in the breeze. Then just as the first wave tickled her shore, she felt weak in the expectation of a storm coming. She lowered her head and tried to compose herself. She took a deep breath.

"I want release, not from these chains, not from this post, I want him inside me!"

Her eyes opened hopefully. She looked around and still he was not there.

"Ok, I didn't want to have to do this, but if it's going to take calling to him to get him to come out and make me whole again, then so be it . . ."

"Chris!" she called out loud, though her voice sounded softer and meeker than she had intended.

No answer. She frowned, but only for an instant before trying again. Someone a foot away might have heard that one, like a sick child calling weakly for it's mother. She took a deep breath and called out again,

"CHRIS!"

That time, she achieved the volume she wanted. This was hard for her though, very hard. It was like being on the front porch again, calling to the passing cars that never stopped. Tears ran down her cheeks.

"CHRIS! HONEY?"

Silence - a silence that walks over you and sprinkles chills down your spine.

"MASTER!"

Brenda had never called him 'Master' before. It was something else to be tied up in the woods and calling out that word. The sound of it made her cringe, but it was also exciting. Another door had been unlocked.

"MASTER!" That took everything she had.

She touched her forehead, damp with her own sweat, to the dried post, and closed her eyes in shame, frustration, hope, and confusion.

"Well it's about time, babe."

She breathed a sigh of relief. Those were HIS words. Then came that loving touch of his hand on the side of her neck. Chris was here at last!

End