Ed walked quietly past the door to Vicky's room. He didn't know if she'd managed to get any sleep despite her frustrated arousal, and didn't want her to know he was out here yet.  He'd already prepared his chosen playroom, but one last thing remained; there were some shelves at the far end of the hall, and he set the digital camera up on the top one, facing back the way he'd come.  He checked to make sure it was recording, then returned to the door, entering the room without another pause.

Vicky started awake, momentarily panicking at her restraints, and the feeling of something inside her; she tried to call out, but only stifled moans emerged from around the gag.  Then she remembered what had happened; the drive, the snow, Ed's house, and... how she'd let him dress her up and chain her to the bed.  Inside her, the vibrator buzzed its continual stimulation; she'd been exhausted enough to fall asleep anyway, but the upshot of that was that she now had no sense of how much time had passed.

Ed resisted the temptation to just stand and look at her, and went to the bed; he uncuffed one of Vicky's hands from it before rolling her onto her front, eliciting another few grumbles.  Keeping that arm captive, he uncuffed the other before bringing them both behind her back and tying her back up with the silk scarf; then he freed the ankle that was still chained to the bed before picking her up in his arms.  Ed carried her out of the room and down the corridor, making sure the camera got a good view of her; Vicky was still blindfolded, but she looked sensational in her corset, bound and gagged in his arms, red hair swaying as he walked, and he wanted her to get the chance to see that for herself later.

Vicky tried to overcome her instinct to struggle as her host, or captor, or whatever he was took her... to wherever he was taking her. He'd turned right out of the door, and she was pretty sure that they'd approached it from the other side; so as well as time, she now had no idea what her surroundings might be.  An uncomfortable thought ran through her mind that she didn't have any way to be entirely sure it was Ed who was carrying her; he'd never told her he lived alone.

Ed took Vicky into the playroom and set her on her feet, holding her until she'd gotten her balance; she seemed to understand that he wanted her to stay put for the moment, not that she could do much else with her legs bound at the ankles and knees.  He could hear the vibrator still buzzing; she shifted awkwardly, probably trying to ease its effect on her; it wouldn't work, every movement just jostled it, pressing it against the walls of her passage and building her further.  He could see droplets of fluid around where the edge of her mound was visible.  Saying nothing, he went round behind her and untied her hands.

Vicky felt Ed (it had to be Ed, he wouldn't let anyone else do this, right?) hold her wrists with one hand while sliding his other arm round her, just beneath her breasts; he lifted her slightly, bringing her back a few steps, then set her down again.  The movement made the vibrator shift, sending more jolts of arousal through her.  He lifted one of her arms up, bucking it into yet another cuff, before doing the same with the other; but he made no move to untie her legs and get the damn toy out of her.  Enough waiting she thought, do it or don't.  Then she felt him lean close, brushing his lips over her ear, and whispering, "Clench your left fist and not your right and I'll stop and do something else; clench your right fist and not your left and I'll stop completely and untie you."  Was it his voice?  She was pretty sure it was his voice.

Ed pressed his body against Vicky's back, reaching round her to cup her breasts where the top of the corset lifted and displayed them. There was a mirror along the length of the wall in front of them, showing him the sight of her flushed body, imprisoned in the red corset and bound to the wooden frame.  He bent his head forward, and began to alternately kiss and lick her neck while teasing at her nipples. She made a noise through the gag, clearly imapatient; glancing up he realised she'd clenched her left fist.  Testing him then.
He let go of her breasts, and dropped one hand to her mound; he pushed his fingers between her legs, feeling her slick wetness, before he found the end of the vibrator.  He wrapped his other arm around her, his hand going to her opposite breast; then he simultaneously pinched her nipple and pushed the vibrator deeper.

Then it became too much, the steadily climbing of arousal from the vibrator, the questing of Ed's (it was definitely Ed's) hands, his fingertips pinching her nipple and stroking across her bud, her breath growing heavy before it was caged by the corset and his arm, and the bonds restraining her limbs... her body hadn't been under her control for hours now, and now it did its own thing, bursting over her threshold into orgasm.  She let out a stifled moan of relief at the release and leaned back against her captor.
"That didn't take long," he said in a chiding tone.
Not long?  He'd left her tied up and filled with a vibrator for hours, what did he expect?  She moaned again, trying to inject enough complaint for him to hear through the gag.
"That didn't sound very polite," he scolded.  "No, that didn't sound polite at all.  I think I should teach you a lesson."
He took a step back.  Then she heard a rush of air before he spanked her sharply; only as the blow jostled it did she realise the damn vibrator was still going.

Ed landed another slap on Vicky's ass; then three more, each aimed carefully to make her feel the vibrator in her passage and build her again.
As he paused, she gave an interrogative moan.
"Expecting six, were you?" he asked.  "This isn't a school."
He gripped the side of the frame, rotating it on its wheeled base so that Vicky's back was facing the mirror.  The bound girl gave a squeak as she swayed with the movement; she couldn't have any bearings anyway having never seen the inside of the room, but even so, she'd be feeling the vulnerability of being moved.
When he was done, he went to work on her body again, this time from the front.  He knelt down in front of her, laying trails of alternate kisses and caresses up her thighs, ending with a light lick at her bud.  He stood slowly, running his fingers up and down her spine; then brought his hands round to play with her breasts as he kissed her throat, before pinching her nipples at the same time as touching his lips to hers around her gag.

Vicky felt Ed working his way back down her body fingers and lips brushing at her throat, nipples, belly, hips, thighs; her breath caught, and for a few seconds the corset wouldn't let get it back under control.  By the time, she had, he was back at her mound, his fingers at her bud and her opening, pressing into her.
She couldn't help moaning as his touch built her up again; she writhed her legs back and forth, this time wanting to feel the vibrator press on the walls of her passage.
Then his hands were on her legs, pulling them to one side and tying them to something by the ankles... no, by one ankle; then he untied her legs from one another and pulled the other one across, tying it in place too.  Opening her.
The vibrator finally began to slip out of her; he took hold of it and eased the rest of the way out.

The vibrator was slick with Vicky's wetness.  Ed turned it off and brought it up to her nose.  "Give it a good sniff," he said; "that's what you are right now."
She moaned again in reply.
Ed opened his pants and freed his erection.  He touched it to her bud, letting her feel his intent; then he touched it to her opening and laughed inwardly as she tried to push herself down onto him.  At last, he slid himself into her, and began to pump.  Her passage clenched in on him, the feeling of her everything he'd been hoping for.
He pumped back and forth, into and out of her, varying his rhythm to keep her off balance.  At the same time he reached up to her hands, lacing his fingers into hers.
She gripped him with both hands, and for a moment he paused, before recalling that it was just one clenched fist that was a signal to stop.  He redoubled his thrusts, letting himself build until he reached his climax.  He let out a long breath, leaving himself inside her until his cock had softened.

He'd come before her, but after he'd let his orgasm run its course, Vicky sensed him kneeling down again, slipping out of her; then she felt his fingertips and tongue around her mound, teasing alternately at her bud and opening.  His tongue slipped inside her as his hands raised to prod and pinch her nipples.  She was already close, and it didn't take long for his touch to bring her to her own threshold; as she came again, she let out as loud a scream into her gag as she could.

Ed untied Vicky's legs, then unbuckled her wrists from the frame before binding them behind her once more.  He led her out of the playroom and down the hall, slowly enough to watch her trying to figure out her mental map of where they were going.  He stopped outside the upstairs bathroom, and removed her gag and blindfold and untying her.
She worked her jaw for a few moments, before saying, "That was-"
"It was all right," he interrupted.
She gave him a sour look, but his eyes seemed to mollify her a little.  "Yeah, I guess," she replied in kind.
"Anyway, you can clean up in there.  I'll use the one downstairs.  Use anything you want."
"Thankyou."
"Are your clothes machine washable?  I'll put them on if they are."
"That'd be good.  Thanks."
Ed watched Vicky go into the bathroom, then headed back to her room to gather up her fallen clothes.

The shower was divine, washing all the stiffness from Vicky's hours of bondage out of her muscles.  Taking Ed at his word, she followed it up with a bath; the bubble mixture she found left her feeling revitalised.  What she didn't find was a robe, of course.  Dumping the red corset into the laundry hamper, she opened the door and stepped into the hallway.  Before she'd gone four steps, arms grabbed her from behind; it was timed well, pinning both her arms with one of the man's, while his other hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her instinctive scream.  Helplessly, she was pulled through the open door of the room opposite the bathroom.