I'm an electric company man, and most days, they send me out to read the meters. That day was no different, at least at first. I was on my meter reading route and made about half my stops. I was ahead of schedule, thinking maybe I'd head for breakfast when I finished the block I was on. I parked the van and made my way to the backyards of the customers to find and read their meters. Then, as I walked between homes to the back of the last home on the block, I saw a light from a basement window and had a glimpse of something unusual. I stopped and took a look.

To my surprise, I saw a partially naked woman in the basement. She seemed to be tied to the round posts that support the home, and unable to move. I figured there must be another person with her, but after watching for a few minutes, I saw no one else. She was trapped there and could die if there were a fire or other emergency, and that was not something a good citizen could ignore. So I went to the front door, rang the bell and waited. No answer. I walked to the back and tried the back door, and found it was unlocked. I opened it, entered, and quietly made my way to the basement.

When I found the room where the woman was tied to the posts, she was startled to hear me. Turns out she was blindfolded as well and could not see.

"Excuse me, Miss. I'm Tony, and I noticed you down here when walking to the backyard"to read your electric meter. I don't know why you're tied up like that, but I think you need help."

"So, it was you who rang the doorbell. Yes, please help me, Tony!" she answered. "I'm Laura. My husband and master left me here when he went to work today. He said I deserved to be punished for buying an expensive pair of shoes."

"Hmmm. This seems a pretty extreme punishment for buying some shoes. Can I untie you, Laura?"

Yes, you can untie me, but could you do something for me first? Since my husband won't be home until late this afternoon, maybe before you untie me, you should reward yourself for rescuing me."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, actually, my husband often ties me up like this and invites his friends to come over to have their way with me. Since you came to rescue me, which is more than any of those guys ever did, you deserve to enjoy my body as a reward more than any of them. And I'd really love it if you did, Tony!"

"You mean have sex with you, here and now?"

"Yes, but much more than just sex! If you're interested, there are toys and things you can use on me in the master bedroom. Why don't you go and take a look?"

"Are you sure about this?"

"Oh yes, very sure! I'd love to have you play with my breasts and nipples, my ass and pussy and clit, and use any of the toys you find in our bedroom on me."

I was shocked, but being a red-blooded, all-male kind of guy, I could not walk away from such an offer.

"Okay, I'll do it. Where's the master bedroom?"

"Head to the second floor and go to the last door on the left down the hall. Look in the nightstand on the left of the bed, the top drawer."

"I'll be right back."

I left her there and went to the master bedroom, found the nightstand on the left, and discovered every sort of sex toy I ever knew of. I took a feather and a vibrator and returned to the basement room.

"You didn't bring much!" she noted.

"No, just some things to tease you with. I'd prefer to use my hands for the rest, not some leather whips and such."

"Okay. Well, there are no rules; you just do what you want. I may yell or scream, but if I don't say 'Aardvark,' just keep going."

"So, 'Aardvark' is your safe word, eh? Got it!" I replied.

I started with the feather, running it up and down the front of her legs and then inside her thighs. She wiggled and moaned a great deal due to the tickling, but I kept it up for several minutes, running that feather over her pussy, her ass, and her breasts. I tickled her nipples with it and watched them harden before my eyes. Checking her pussy, I found that she was very wet already, so when I felt like she was squirming and going crazy with the ticklish feel of the feather all over her, I stopped. Then I rubbed my hands over all the places I had tickled, essentially her entire body, to remove the anguish of the tickling. She sighed with happiness at the respite my hands provided.

"That was so ticklish, and I'm so happy that you stopped and rubbed away the tickle," she said with relief.

"Glad you enjoyed it, or at least the ending."

"Oh, I enjoyed it all. So, what will you do to me next?"

"Just this."

Then I started to explore her body with my hands. It seemed unfair that she was restrained, but that was the way she wanted it, so I started with her breasts. I cupped them and kissed them, then caressed them all around and squeezed them before focusing on her erect nipples. They seemed to beg to be pinched, so I used my fingers and thumbs to pinch them and pull on them. She sighed in delight when I pulled her nipples, so I pinched them extra hard and rolled my wrists to the sides, which gave me leverage to pull very hard on those nipples, and she let out an "Ahh" of pain as I did.

"Oh, that feels so good!" she exclaimed, surprising me to learn that the pain I was inflicting on her breasts was something she liked.

"Well, then I should find some other places where a little pinching will feel good to you."

"Oh, please do!" she gasped between heavy breaths.

So, shortly after I stopped pulling her nipples, I moved behind her to her rear. She may have sensed where I went, but she could not see me with the blindfold on.

I lifted her outfit and found her rear to be lovely. First, I rubbed her cheeks, then grabbed them with both hands and squeezed hard. Her ass was firm underneath from working out, I guessed, but with soft and supple skin. I kneaded her cheeks as she relished my play, and she moaned in the pleasure of my hands being rough with her rear. I continued to squeeze, knead, and pull on her cheeks; then I spread them apart to see her rosebud. It was very inviting, but maybe later, I thought. I had another place to deal with next, but first, a bit of a spanking. I used the palm of my hand to strike her ass hard, yielding a loud smack and a surprised 'Ah' of pain from her. I continued spanking her with accompanying cries of pain as she writhed against the straps that held her until her cheeks were bright red, and then I stopped and moved on.

The other place was her pussy. After spanking and hopefully pleasing her at her rear, I remained behind her, reached around, and ran my hands up her inner thighs to her cunt, glistening with wetness and waiting for me. First, I cupped her cunt in my hand and pressed hard against her with my palm, knowing it would be felt most on her clit. Then I opened her slit with a finger, running it up and down to see how wet she was. She was soaking wet, her labia and inner folds slick with her juices. With my fingers nice and slippery with her nectar, I found her opening and slid two fingers into her. She gasped a little at the surprise, then sighed with pleasure at the feel of my intrusion. I pushed my fingers as far into her as I could, then backed them out and pushed them in again, starting a nice finger-fucking rhythm. She rocked her body to and fro to meet my inward pulses, attempting to drive my fingers deeper into her.

While she was enjoying the finger-fucking, I moved around to her front and made sure my thumb was riding up her slit with each push, rubbing over her clit, then sliding back over it as my fingers withdrew partway from the depths of her vagina. She was moaning loudly with each in-and-out cycle, her most sensitive spot driving her to distraction.

"Oh, you know just how to drive me wild, Tony. Please keep it up!" she gasped, out of breath.

"Your wish is my command, Miss Laura!" I responded

I kept my fingers busy in and on her for another few minutes until I felt like she would come if I didn't stop. I wanted to make her wait a while, so I suddenly pulled my fingers out of her.

"Oh, don't stop!" she begged.

"I must stop to keep you from cumming too soon. I want you to enjoy the need to cum as your arousal ramps up and your body drives you wild but is then thwarted. I'll continue to take you to the edge, getting you oh so close, and then I'll stop. And I'll do it over and over."

"Oh, you're so cruel, Tony... but I love it!" she panted.

And on that acceptance of her fate, I started the vibrator, set it to low and touched it to her slit, then inserted my fingers into her again. I ran the vibrator up and down her, making sure to buzz her clit with each pass. She wiggled in excitement and pressed her cunt against the buzzing head and pressing fingers to get even closer to her orgasm, but just when she was near a climax and squirming in excitement, I pulled the vibrator away and fingers out. I repeated this over and over, edging her and driving her crazy with desire that was always stymied.

"Oh, please let me cum, Tony. I can't take it any longer," she begged.

"I think one more time first, then we'll see," I told her. "If you can hold off, I'll make it worth your while."

"And what if I can't hold off?"

"Then I may have to spank your naughty clit!"

"Well, I wouldn't want that, would I?" she stated with obvious sarcasm.

So, I set out to make her cum while she would at least pretend to resist it. I started the vibrator and set it on high, then touched it to be slit. Up and down, I traced the vibrator, from her vagina to her clit, over and over. I added my fingers again, pressing as deep as I could into her soaking cunt. As she moaned and squirmed for all she was worth, I continued to assail her slit and vagina, in and out. Soon, she was beyond herself, her anguish in trying to hold back her orgasm driving her to the point of screaming. She simply couldn't stand it anymore, and she yelled some choice profanities as she exploded in spasms and jerks, squirting her juices onto my hands. Over and over I traced the vibrator over her clit, and she kept screaming and squirting. Finally, she exhausted her energy and stopped spasming, her orgasm complete, so I pulled away.

"Well, you almost made it!" I told her with encouragement.

"Oh My God, that was wonderful!" was all she could get out between gasps of breath.

"The question is, should I spank your naughty clit for betraying you like that?"

"If you want to. But I don't think I could feel any more relaxed, and I doubt if it would arouse me after that orgasm."

"Okay, so I'll save that for next time. That can be my reward for rescuing you, which reminds me. Right now, I'd just like to fuck you!"

"Please do, Tony. I'm all primed."

So, I pulled my jeans and briefs down, then slapped her cunt a few times with an upward swing of my erection before sliding it into her. I grabbed her hips and pumped her hard and deep, but I was so aroused by getting her off that I didn't last very long. Still, I was able to fill her hole with a nice load of my spunk, and she got that nice warm feeling from it. I pulled out and wiped myself with a nearby towel, then pulled my briefs and jeans back up.

"Umm, that was nice, Tony!"

"Thanks. Your 'hospitality' has made my day, Laura!" I said with a laugh. "I'm going to untie you now."

"Okay, and Thank You... for everything, Tony!"

So I took the blindfold off and undid her straps, setting her free.

"My, you're a good-looking guy, Tony! And that 'next time' you mentioned sounds better and better. Do you come the same day each month?" she asked.

"Yes, the first Wednesday morning of each month, usually by ten."

"Great! I'll be here for you next month. I'll leave the back door unlocked, so just come in. Search the house and you'll find me tied up somewhere, waiting for you with a hungry cunt!"

We said our goodbyes, and I left her place and went to breakfast, but I started asking myself a question that lasted a month: "How could she arrange to be tied up next time?"