It was only after
Melinda’s third orgasm that she managed to regain enough control over her
emotions and she knew that the third stage of her plan would start not long
after she reached the craft’s destination. There
is no point in fighting against my fate, but instinct can be very powerful in
some situations and if it wasn’t for the fact that I no longer have any control
over what is going to happen to me, I would be heading back to shore by now.
The irony is that I stole this idea from Tennyson, but there will be no people
at Camelot, who will gaze upon this Lady of Shalott. Soon, the erotic
feeling built up in her body again, which meant that before long all she could
think about was the heat between her legs as she started to writhe in her bonds
and this cycle of pleasure continued through the rest of her journey.
At one point, as the
powerless Melinda roused from her post-orgasmic reverie, she was surprised at
how quiet it was and it took her a few seconds to realise that the outboard
engine had stopped. A glance down at the little clock on the necklace that held
the keys showed that there was ten minutes to go before the start of the last
stage and she started to struggle a little in her bonds, as she knew that there
was very little time left. I think that I
have underestimated the effect of the tide on this night, as I thought that the
time would be up before I reached this location. This craft is adrift on the
open sea though, and the chances of anyone finding me before this is all over
must be about zero. Although the nude in chains tried to relax as best she
could, she kept glancing at the little clock that almost acted at the herald of
her doom and her little movements were again driving her towards the peak of
pleasure.
Only two minutes to go now, and it shouldn’t
be too much longer after that.
Just like in other situations where a person keeps an eye on the clock, it
seemed to take forever for those two minutes to pass by, but there came the
moment when clock showed the appointed time. Here we go!
Nothing happened.
What is going on? Melinda thought for a moment that she might
have misread the time on the clock, but another glance confirmed that the time
was correct which meant that stage three should have started. Maybe the two timers could be a minute of
two out of synchronisation and I may just have to just a little longer.
Satisfied with this explanation, the restrained woman settled her nerves and
waited for the beeping sound from a device at the rear of the boat that would
start the final stage. This device was kept inactive while the outboard motor
was running, because of a small electricity output socket on the motor which
supplied power through a cable to the box and as this power was no longer being
supplied, there should be nothing to stop the box from carrying out its task.
While the lady in bondage waited for the signal, she started to squirm in her
bonds and soon her level of arousal became so high that she was tipped over the
edge into a state of pure bliss.
There’s something wrong, stage three should
have happened by now. As
soon as the chained lady roused from her state of joy, she became very worried about
the fact that everything that she had done this night may have been for nothing
and that she may have to return to shore. All
this work and effort, just for the special timer to fail and now I will have to
wait for the neck timer to activate the key release so that I won’t be
discovered in the morning by a passing vessel. I am going to have to wait
several hours before I can get free, so I will have to think about what I am going
to do once the timer on my necklace drops the keys at my knees. Oh fuck, OH
FUCK!
When Melinda looked
down to her knees to see where the items would fall, she was horrified to
discover just how much she had miscalculated on this one small but very
important detail. Every previous time that she had placed herself in bondage
like this, it was on the floor in the centre of a room or in the middle of a
double bed and she used to shuffle around on her lower legs or on her side if
she had fallen over. When she prepared herself this time, her knees were forced
up against the inverse V shape of the inflatable pylons at the front of the
craft and her bottom almost touched the centre plank. She would only be able to move backwards a few
inches at the most and even if she did this, it still would not allow her
enough leeway to be able to turn around, which meant that once the keys fell
they would remain out reach of her hands.
I have been so stupid, as this mistake of
mine of going to cost me everything! One piece of string could have saved me
from this dire situation, as I could have tied one end to the keys with the other
end tied to the handcuffs that are restraining my wrists. Because of this there
is not going to be a good end for me, only bad ones at best. The first option
would be someone spotting me at sea and calling the emergency rescue services
which would result in me being rescued, but there could be charges for wasting
the time and resources of the services. Even if that didn’t happen, the story
would reach the front pages of the tabloids and I have no doubt that the
authorities would make sure that I wouldn’t be able to repeat this in future.
What comes next is worse, as a craft could
come alongside mine and I could be transferred across so that I would be at the
mercy of my captors. They could do anything that they want to me and once my
traumatised and broken body is of no further interest to them, they could just
drop me over the side or sell me to someone else. I could end up spending the
rest of my short life begging for death.
Also, what condition I am in will depend on
how soon I am found, as the next three days are going to be blistering hot with
clear skies and if I am not found in time, I will suffer a lingering and
terrifying death from either dehydration or heatstroke. In about a week or so,
this boat will be washed up on one of the beaches and people are going to
suffer from a dreadful psychological trauma when they find me. I have ruined
everything by what I have done and I have placed myself in the worst situation
possible.
The predicament
appeared to be so terrible that Melinda started to sob as the tears welled up
in her eyes and by the time that streaks started to run down her face, she had
surrendered to the overwhelming despair as the bound woman wondered which fate
was waiting for her, or if there was a worse one which she had not thought
about. Melinda had got so caught up in the dismay for so long that she didn’t
even hear the first few gentle beeping sounds coming from behind her…
What’s that? That can’t be the special timer
as it isn’t working, but what else can it be? As the beeping sound continued, the woman stopped crying before she
looked at the timer that was attached to her neck and she started to giggle as
she realised just how foolish she had been in her preparations. British Summer Time! The clock that is
attached to my neck is on British Summer Time, while the special device at the
back of the boat must be on Greenwich Mean Time. It is activating one hour later
than it should be because of this. I feel like such a fool for torturing myself
for the last hour, as a result of me not checking that the time on the device
was correct. In thirty seconds time, stage three will begin and I will go to
meet Death. OMG, what’s that?
When Melinda became
relieved at knowing that her situation wasn’t so dire after all, this combined
with the continued teasing of her body to bring her to a state of ecstasy
within a few seconds and it was during her period of rest that she half-heard
the single long beep, which meant that the time had come for the final stage of
her plan to comment. At least, I will be
meeting Death before long, and no one will know what has happened to me. When
the others don’t get a message, they will be able to use my assets for the
hospice.
There was a gap of a
few seconds before six special valves were opened by the device and these would
ensure that the helpless woman would be sent to her destiny, while any evidence
of her demise would be removed from view. It took a few seconds for her to hear
the hissing sounds that came from four equidistant points on the top of the
inflatable pylons, which was just before cool water was felt against her toes
from the two openings that were made in the bottom of the dinghy. Thank goodness, everything is working
correctly and the extra cast iron weights will make sure that this boat will
sink to the bottom of the sea. If someone finds it in a few years, the weights
should have disappeared, along with my cotton clothing and anything else that
could be degradable which means that they will just find an unusual boat. It
shouldn’t be too long before it sinks and I will be going to meet the person
who has owned my heart ever since I was a child.
Melinda was feeling
a little fear as the water rose higher in the little dinghy, but this was more
than matched by her excitement at being able to meet the person that she had
loved for so long and her lustful desire was so strong that she struggled just
so that it could heighten the fire at the centre of her intimacy. She cried
into her gag as her latest orgasm washed over her and her state of being didn’t
even allow her enough time to rest before the next one engulfed her.
This was the
situation for the helpless women with the last part of her life being an ecstatic
experience and when the final one started, the small craft was so unstable that
it leaned over to the starboard side, which caused her to tip into the water.
Melinda surrendered to the sudden desire of breathing in the water and as the
liquid filled her lungs, her last thought was one with a tinge of regret. Vivenne, it’s a pity that I won’t be able to
spend eternity with Death and you…
When Mrs. Johnston
and the lawyer failed to receive any more messages from Melinda, they knew that
not only had she ended her life, but that she had managed to do it without
causing upset to anyone else. They put the money to good use in the hospice and
there was a memorial plaque put up for the lady with her image saying:
“Melinda Smith, a
kind lady who was always prepared to shoulders the burdens of others and
refused to burden others.”
A hundred years
later, sensor equipment scanned the sea and found what was left of the craft,
which was considered to be a little boat that had ended up sinking, so Melinda
had ensured that no one ever discovered her fate. This was a little inaccurate,
because there was one person who knew, although the term person may not be
correct either…
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