Wow, I’m such a slut! I was on the webcam last night for close to seven hours and really enjoyed it. Several members from the website dropped by and chatted: Kara, Edie, Garcia, Cheryl, Maneater, Chelle and several others that I’m sure I’m forgetting. I’m thinking more and more that I really must be some sort of exhibitionist. I used to think that, “No, not me, I just like to take pictures,” but the funny thing is I found myself getting really turned on knowing that I was being watched. I would stare into the lens of the webcam and imagine that someone was watching and laughing at my helpless plight (which they really were).

I used the ice cube in the pantyhose trick to suspend the handcuff key out of reach. I did it twice. The first time I had my hands cuffed in front and used leather belts to bind myself. That way I could also type and let my hands wander a bit as I struggled and moaned. As it was approaching nine PM, I was sure that the key was going to drop before the top of the hour. So I made a bet that if the ice wasn’t melted by nine I would do it all over again. The minutes ticked by and, damn, finally the key dropped at nine PM and thirty seconds! I couldn’t believe it, though I was also pretty excited about being “forced” to do it again. This time I used six ice cubes in the pantyhose – more than I’ve ever used before – again used the leather straps, clear duct tape over my mouth, with a strip going all the way around my head, and the handcuffs again – but this time cuffed behind my back. Then I sat back to wait and watch the melting ice.

The first hour or so was easy enough. There was some fun chatting going on in the chatroom, though with my arms behind my back I couldn’t participate too much. Then I started to realize that I was growing really tired and could see that the ice still had at least another hour or two to go before it melted. I started to worry a little and lay on the sofa as well as I could to relax. Later it was getting close to midnight and several people had to sign out. I got in front of the webcam and started rocking back and forth and pleading into the lens. The bondage held me so tightly and there was nothing to do but wait. I must have drifted off into some kind of bondage trance. I kept moaning and shaking, regretting that I’d used so many ice cubes, but also really excited even though I was exhausted. Finally it was down to the end and I sat on the sofa staring at the key overhead just out of reach. Kara was so sweet to stay watching till the very end and offering words of encouragement. The ice finally gave way and the key dropped and I was free! It was past midnight. I’d started chatting at five PM, so all together was probably bound and gagged for at least five of the seven hours. Wow, what a turn on!