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I Hate Programming!

Storycodes: Sbf; cuffs; rope; electro; susp; toys; stuck; caught; cons; X


I�ve been a bondage lover for as long as I remember. I used to play cowboys and Indians when I was a kid. I always wanted to be the one captured and tied up. I remember watching TV show where the heroine gets bound and gagged, secretly wishing it was me.

When I starting dating, I practiced bondage a little, but never found the perfect bondage partner. Oh, sometimes guys would force my hands over my head and forcibly kiss me, but I never really got myself tied up the way I imagined it could be. That�s when I turned to self bondage. The problem with that is I could never find a way to tie myself securely and still be able to get free later. I tried hand cuffs, they worked okay, but are kind of hard on my wrists. A girl friend suggested twisting ropes around my wrists, behind my back. It is so easy to get free, it really wasn�t bondage at all, in my mind. I think I define real bondage as not being able to get free, even when you want, or need, to.

I decided if I was going to be tied up the way I wanted, I would have to come up with a way to tie myself. I searched the web and got a lot of ideas about various release mechanisms. The key frozen in ice is very reliable, but I wanted to be held captive for a long time, longer than the ice thing would work. I decided I would approach this problem from an engineering standpoint. I have a associates degree in electrical engineering and can program a little.

First of all, what did I really want? I thought about it for a while and decided what I really wanted was to be securely tied, in a somewhat uncomfortable position. I wanted to suffer a little, but not too much. I also wanted to be out of control of my destiny. In other words, I did not want to know how long I would be bound. I did want cuffs or chains. Although they are very secure and easy to lock using pad locks, they are hard on my skin. They are also cold, which I did not want, seeing as though I would be bound for a long time. Ideally, I would be bound from head to foot in tape or cloth bandages with no chance of escape, but I did not see a way to do this to myself, and still get free. I saw a pallet wrapping machine that wrapped pallet loads of product with stretch wrap. This would be great, I could just stand on the turntable and let the machine wrap me up. The problem is when to stop the wrapping and how to get free.

I also wanted to suffer a little pain, but not too much. I decided I would need some help doing this, so I turned to my computer and an electric motor and some shocking devices. I had a Christmas bonus coming, so I bought myself some presents. I purchased a shocking type dog collar, a dual channel TENS unit, A programmable shocking type butt plug and a 10 inch dildo with a vibrator built in to it, and I found a servo motor and a PLC (programmable logic controller) in the trash at work. Did I mention I have an electrical engineering degree? The motor still worked. I don�t know why someone trashed it. Maybe it was obsolete. No matter, it would work for what I had in mind. The PLC did not work, but I dissembled it and found the problem, a broken wire. I easilt repaired this. Now that I had all my parts, it was time to plan out my adventure in great detail. I know how dangerous self bondage can be, and I did not want to die!

First, I had to test the dog collar shock on my self. I did and it hurt like hell, way too much for a long term bondage session. I put a resistor in series with the shocking probe and it toned down the shock considerably. I tried a 500k resistor and it was too big, no shock at all. I kept trying smaller resistors until I found one that would allow the right amount of powerful jolt. With the idea I had, that would be the most powerful shock I would get. Next I made a breadboard to test a variable resistor. This way I could program the collar to shock intermittently, with programmable intensity, and with variable length of shock. The program was rather simple. Every 15 minutes I asked the computer for a random 2 digit number, from 10 to 99. I used the first digit to determine the length of time for the shock. One second for each number. The second digit would determine the severity of the shock. So, the number 37 would give me a shock for 3 seconds with a severity level of 7 out of 9. I dreaded the thought of a 99! Next I turned to the TENS devise. I used the same programming technique. I just needed to program when it would shock, for how long, and at what intensity. I used the same random scheme, I just ask Mister computer for a number every 3 minutes for one channel and 4 minutes for the other one. All this programming is a real pain but I don�t know an alternative.

I decided to use leather wrist and ankle cuffs and spreader bars with pad lock on each. I figured a rope tied to each wrist cuff with the other end fastened to a rotating drum, driven by my programmable motor. I wrote a program that wound rotate the drum until my wrist cuffs were 4 feet off the bed. Now I did the same thing for my ankle cuffs. This way my feet would become elevated also. I tried out the program with empty cuffs. It worked pretty well, I just had to make some minor adjustment to the length of the rope.

For my release mechanism, I programmed the motor to unwind at a time determined by, you guessed it, my random number generator. I did program a maximum wind time, to be sure I would not be stuck too long. I set it for 50 hours. 50 hours, just over 2 days. That would be a very maximum time, I feel brave. I�ll make it 75 hours. I think I can take that, worse case. If I write my program right, it should be much less than that.

I thought I may want to get some uninterrupted sleep during my bondage session, so I programmed a 4 hour time every 24 hours when there would be no shocking and the winding would not be tighter that half way. Of course, I did not know when my 4 hour break would come. I also did want to get too short of a session. The length of time I would be bound is totally up to chance, with the random number program. So I programmed a minimum time of 4 hours.

What if we lost power? I thought of that. An electric clutch would disengage if power were lost for more than a second. The drum would be free to rotate and I could pull the wrist ropes to get some slack. Of course I still have to find the key someplace in the blankets. For safety sake, I put 2 keys in between the blankets.

I was almost ready to begin. One final check of everything. The dog collar shocker works with variable shocking, both intensity/duration and frequency. The TENS unit works great, quite a little tingle. hehe. I would have an electrode on the heel of each foot and on each tit, near my nipple. Four total, that should do it. The vibrator/dildo works. Note to self, lube first. Now the butt plug. That seems to work ok too. One last thing, fresh batteries for everything.

The time is getting close. I prepared a list of things to do just before my session started. Set the phone message �Sorry, I�m a little tied up for a few days. Leave me a message�. Next, go to the potty. That could get very messy. Prepare a large drinking bottle with a plastic straw I could reach at least most of the time. I should also unwrap 4 energy bars and put them on the pillow. With the way I wrote the motor program, the drum would unwind from time to time taking the tension off my arms and legs, but not enough to let me reach the keys. I should still be able to get a little snack once in a while.

As a last safety measure, I arranged for a friend to come over for dinner on Friday, 4 days away. She knew where I kept a key hidden and I had told her to let herself in it I didn�t answer the door.

The time is getting close and I am tingling with excitement, and maybe a little fear. I�ve never done this before and wasn�t sure I remembered everything.

I can not wait any longer. I must do this tonight before I chicken out. First things first, set the timer to start my program. I gave myself 30 minutes to get everything on. I had already fastened 2 ropes to the drum, one for the wrist spreader bar and one for the ankle bar. I put the TENS electrodes on my heels. Next came the butt plug. I lubed myself up good and slipped it in. MMMMM, that feels so good. Then the dildo, lots of KY and in it goes. Now I locked on the ankle cuffs. Time for the electrodes on my boobs. Now a ring gag. I fastened it fairly tight, but not as tight as it could go. I would be wearing it a loooong time. I could still eat and drink a little with that on. Now the wrist cuffs locked on and tied to the drum. The last thing was the blindfold. Then just lay back and wait for the fun to begin. I had turned all the lights in the house off except a little night light.

I laid back waiting, wonder what was taking so long, when I heard the motor start. Slowly, I felt my arms being raised as well as my feet. ZAP!! I wasn�t even tight yet and the collar shocked me! Then my pussy started to tingle, then my feet. Everything seemed to be working ok. When my wrists were tightened to the max and my butt plug shocked me I had my first orgasm. Of GAWD, what have I done??? I shivered in excitement as I got shocked again. I felt my arms start to relax and then a few seconds later start to tighten again. When the drum unwound, I could never know if it was sleep time, a break for me, or the end of the program. It was awesome the way the drum kept stretching me tighter, then letting me looser, with who know what shocking took place in between. The way I had programmed things, it was possible to get shocked by everything at once. OUCH!!! This happened more that I thought it would. It was exhausting, getting stretched, shocked and let loose. I finally felt it was sleep time and the program let me have a break.

I was awakened by the feeling of my arms being stretched and my feet being raised. OUCH, that was a big one. I think maybe I over did my bondage system for my first attempt. I could reach my water bottle okay if I stretched my neck. I had taped it to my pillow. But now I had to Pee. Great. I held it as long as I could, but finally let go. It was warm at first, but cold all too soon. I was wishing I had set a shorter time for my session now. I had no idea what time it was or how long I had been stuck like this. I had lost all sense of time. I didn�t even know if it was day or night.

I was regretting my decision to be out of control of my bondage situation. Too late for those thoughts. I was stuck and I knew it. I had nobody to blame but myself. My arms were so sore and my pussy felt like it was raw. The batteries for the dildo and butt plug were dead by this time. Then I heard the door bell. Oh no, it can�t be Friday can it? Again the bell, then I heard the door open. �Anybody home�? I heard. It wasn�t my friends voice, it was a man!!. Now I was really terrified. Then I heard him speak. �Well little lady, it looks like you�ve got your self in quite a bind. Are you ok�? the man asked. I nodded yes as he took the gag off. I stretched my aching mouth and he put the water bottle to my lips. �As long as you say you are ok, I guess I could leave you like this. This is what you wanted, wasn�t it�? he asked.

�No, please let me loose. I�ve been tied like for way too long�. I said.

�Another option is I could play with you for a while, before I released you. What do you think of that? Would you like me to play with you? Do you think I can do a better job than that dildo�? he asked.

�Oh, please untie me. I�ll cooperate with you completely if you just untie me. Please Mister, please� I begged. I felt the electrodes being removed from my tits and a warm hand caress them. �Please untie me� I begged.

�Hmmmm, I thought you liked being tied up?� he asked.

�Well, I do, but not for this long. I�ve been tied so long I don�t even know what day it is. Now please untie me. I�ll do anything you want.�  I begged.

�Okay, I�ll untie you, on one condition. I want you to be my bondage buddy. And I don�t mean for today, I mean forever, or until we agree to stop. I know you like bondage and so do I. I�m not a bad guy and I would never hurt you or do anything you didn�t want me to do. I�m sure this arrangement could be pleasurable for both of us. So, what do you say?�

I quickly thought about my options and since I was in no position to argue or negotiate, I agreed. �Okay, I�ll do it. Now please untie me now so I can pee and clean myself up.�

When he removed the blindfold I was relieved and very pleased. He was quite tall and good looking. He unlocked the cuffs and I rushed the toilet and then the shower. I cleaned myself up and put some makeup on and got dressed. When I found him again he was studying my little invention.

�Wow, you clean up very well� he said. �This is quite a rig you have here. Where did you get it?�

I explained that I made it and wrote the program myself.

�Very impressive. I could use this device to put you in a strappado. Here, come over and I�ll show you�.

He took my wrists and locked them together behind my back and tied the rope I was using for a wrist rope to my cuffs. Using the manual switches, he rotated the drum until my arms were well above my head and I was bent over on about a 45 degree angle. �How�s this?� he asked as he was tying my elbows together.

�mmmmmm� is all I could say.

As he slid his hand between my legs all I could think about was what a lucky girl I was to have found a new bondage buddy and I wouldn�t even have to program him.

�Do you have some plastic wrap? I want to wrap you up like a little mummy?� I think I might be in heaven and have found my angel!

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The Pool

Storycodes: Sbf; cuffs; chain; collar; pool; breathplay; cons; XX


The light from the pool sparkles over the girl's smooth naked body as she quietly walks down the steps towards it. Racing through her mind are the mixed emotions of fear and sexual excitement that have been building up ever since she'd come up with this ridiculous idea.

Climbing up onto the diving board she starts to have reservations. What she was about to try was not only stupid but also extremely dangerous. And that's exactly what her body and mind craved, so with this thought she dumps the heavy weight and padlock at the end of the board and goes to get the rest of her equipment.

The array of restraints chosen for this session were simple but totally effective. A set of steel leg cuffs with only 1" of chain running between them. Attached to the middle of this chain was a longer piece leading to a set of standard handcuffs and from there onto a thin steel neck cuff. Once on all the restraints would open with a single key, which was currently attached to the handcuffs by a very long thin chain. The final items in her hand were two evil-looking nipple clamps with serrated jaws and a strong bite.

Stepping back up onto the diving board the girl quickly padlocks the leg irons to the weight and, before she could chicken out, closes the leg irons tight around her slender ankles. The sound of the ratchets echoes loudly round the pool area and sends a shiver of anticipation through her body. Easing the weight forward, she hangs it over the edge of the board and carefully makes sure her body weight is enough to keep it there, for the time being.

Straightening up she snaps the first clamp onto her rock-hard nipple and gasps at the immediate sting it generates. The clamp is so tight she momentarily fights for breath and can hardly concentrate on anything else but the burning pain, but quickly she attaches the other one. With both nipple clamps firmly on she reaches behind her and quickly gathers up the other cuffs.

The neck cuff was first, followed swiftly by the handcuffs which now dangled high in the small of the girl's back. So often had she worn these cuffs that they slipped on as easily as well worn slippers and before she knew it they were on tight and already starting to bite cruelly into her tender wrists.

So, the moment of truth ... she was poised precariously over a deep swimming pool, chained and unable to free herself, with a large weight attached to her ankles and clamps biting hard into her tender swollen nipples. The girl starts to hyperventilate and, taking a final deep breath, jumps forward into the cold, unforgiving water.

The heavy weight drags her body quickly down into to the deep pool. It clangs loudly as it hits the bottom but the girl hears nothing, so lost is she in her fantasy. In her mind she is a beautiful slave, being cruelly tortured by a group of wealthy businessmen merely for their own pleasure. They don't care whether she lives or dies, they are only interested in watching her lithe naked body squirm and twist as she tries to break free from the unrelenting grasp of the cold steel shackles, her lungs complaining already at the lack of oxygen. They watch as she quickly pulls on the chain holding her release key. They whoop and cheer as the chain gets caught on something ...

The girl suddenly comes to her senses, realising quickly that the chain holding her release key really is stuck on something. Looking down at her feet she can see that the chain is caught underneath the heavy weight holding her to the bottom of the pool. Her lungs are already beginning to hurt from holding her breath for so long and she realises she doesn't have very long to free herself. Thrashing about achieves nothing except to use up her precious oxygen and so she stops for a few seconds to calm herself down.

An idea suddenly occurs to her. Quickly crouching down and twisting she manages to get her feet onto the top of the weight. By hooking her foot into the ring on the top of the weight and pushing with all her remaining strength she's able to lift the weight off the ground long enough to pull the chain from under it. After frantically dragging on the chain she finally feels the welcoming shape of the key in her hand.

By this time her nipples are screaming for release and her lungs are burning as she starts to lose control of her breathing. Her chest is convulsing, desperate to take a breath, but somehow she manages to get it under control. The handcuffs don't take too long to release, so often has she used them in the past.

But the way she has arranged her incarceration mean that all the cuffs have to be opened in order to escape. The neck cuff opens quickly, but reaching down to undo the leg cuffs she starts to shake from the strain of holding her breath. One cuff swings open, freeing her left ankle, but reaching over to undo her right ankle she discovers that she has put the cuff on the wrong way round. The keyhole is pointing down to the floor of the pool and try as she might she cannot get the key into it.

This is it, she thinks to herself.

My fantasy is complete, and I will die writhing in agony down here as my lungs fill with water. All the businessmen who bet on me failing will be whooping and cheering at their good fortune, and they will all sit round watching impassively as I release my final breath, convulsing as the cold water floods my lungs ...

Click.

The cuff swings open and the girl uses the last of her strength to kick for the surface. The pool is deep and as she rises her lungs give up their struggle. As her head breaks the surface she breathes in deep and ragged, and her hand goes straight to her crotch as she finally succumbs to the monster orgasm that floods through her body.



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Christmas Stocking


Storycodes: Sbf; cuffs; bagged; present; M/f; bond; harness; collar; toys; sex; cons; X     

Christmas Stocking Wishful Husband Sbf; cuffs; bagged; present; M/f; bond; harness; collar; toys; sex; cons; X
 
My Husband is the most difficult man in the world to buy a Christmas present for. He never likes what I buy for him and always ends up returning it. The only thing he ever wants is me in a garter belt with stockings, tightly hog tied and ball gagged. Having me under his total control and completely available while using me as his sex toy. This is his only wish for the holiday which I have done for him in the past (see Santa Toy Bag and The Twelve Straps for Christmas). I must admit I have come to enjoy this too.

While out Christmas Shopping, I came across a giant Christmas stocking. It was five foot long and three foot wide, made of a red plush material with white fur trim around the top. The stocking looked just like a traditional one but it was only giant. I think it was meant to be hung on the wall or door as a decorations, however I had another idea for it.

My next shopping stop was to the lingerie story, were I bought a pair of expensive white colored seamed stockings to wear with my Christmas garter belt. I also decided on buying a pair of red 4" high heels. Shopping for my Husband was now finished, I already had plenty of bondage gear at home and I was sure that my Husband would have a few surprises for me anyway.

Staying with our Christmas traditions we invited our friends over for Christmas Eve dinner. It was a special occasion so I bought myself a special holiday dress. It was a very short little sweater dress made out of super soft red cashmere. The dress was very tight and not wanting to have any lines showing I did not wear any bra or panties. I decided to wear a pair of my crotchless pantyhose and my new red high heels. Well you should have seen the expressions on our male guest's faces when I walked out in my new dress. When my Husband saw me in the kitchen it caused him to have a very noticeable erection. "Can you help a guy out?"

"I don't think so we have company "

"Honey you look awesome in that dress you are so hot."

My Husband was unusually helpful in serving our guests and assisting me in the kitchen. I especially enjoyed teasing my husband when we were alone in the kitchen in my new dress. Walking by him I would pretend to accidentally bump my shapely ass into his erection. While he was standing behind me I would open the refrigerator and bend over to reach for something exposing myself in my crotchless pantyhose. There's a reason why most guys keep their beer on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. "Honey that dress is so tight and looks so soft on you , all I can think of is rubbing my hands all over your incredible body."

" Not now honey we have company."

"You have the most awesome body and that dress makes you look irresistible. " I truly enjoyed teasing my Husband mercilessly with my body, and by having measurements of 36D-24-34 with long legs makes it very easy. I hope I would not regret later all the teasing I had done to my Husband.

Finally after drinking all the wine and finishing their deserts it was time for our company to leave.

Walking them to the door we said our goodbyes, I then shut and locked the door. When I turned around my Husband wrapped his arms around me and began to rub his hands all over my shapely ass. I gave him a very passionate kiss and pushed away. "Not tonight Honey I am too tried and I have a lot of cleaning up to do, plus you drank a lot of wine and your performance will be better in the morning. Why don't you be a good boy and go to bed now, maybe Santa will bring you something nice". Well you should have seen the smile on my Husband's face when he realized what might be waiting for him under the tree in the morning. He quickly shuffled off to the bedroom while I finished cleaning up the kitchen and straightening up after our guests.

After cleaning up I threw some more logs on the fire I wanted to make sure I had a nice warm fire going. I then laid out our lambs wool rug in front of the fire. I get so horny when I am squirming around hog tied and ball gagged in front of the warm fire on our soft lambs wool rug.

My next step, I took a long hot bath and made myself silky smooth. Getting out of tub I dried myself off and did my hair. Next I put on my special Christmas garter belt, it was made out of red felt and the edges were trimmed in white fur. I made certain it was strapped tightly around my waist and was positioned on top of my hips. Nothing bugs me more then a loose garter belt that slides down on your hips. Sitting down I put on my white colored stockings while making sure the seams ran down the middle of the back of my legs. Standing up I pulled my stockings up and attached the four garter straps to the top of my stockings. Then I adjusted my garter straps so that they would hold up my stockings so that they would be very tight and would not be baggy. I was quite certain that my hands would be strapped behind me making it impossible to adjust them. Putting on my new red high heels I spun around a couple of times while making sure that my stockings and garter belt were just right. I must admit that I looked fantastic in my special little Christmas outfit.

Finally I understand why my Husband gets so turned on when I am in a garter belt and stockings. The garter belt frames my muff and ass making them look more shapely and totally available for the taking. The silky stockings make my legs look so great and feel so smooth, while leaving my upper inner thighs bare. This allows for complete and open access to the very sensitive area around my tight little pussy. My husband has also discovered another benefit of a garter belt, while he's doing me doggy style he likes to grab hold of the tops of the two garter straps in the back near the waist strap. While pulling on them he can control my hips preventing them from moving forward allowing him to fuck me harder and deeper. He also likes to pull back on them while grinding his groin which helps to stimulate the sensitive area around my love hole. He describes it as grabbing the reins of a bucking bronco while giving and getting the ride of his life.

I decided I would write a note to my Husband. "Dear John, I know that you have been a very good Husband, however your wife has been a very naughty girl. She is constantly teasing you while getting you all worked up and frustrated. I think its your turn to teacher her a lesson. So I decided I would wrap her up and you could use her as your sex toy. You might want to add a few more straps and make sure you leave her ball gag in. She complains too much and she will try to talk her way out of her predicament. Enjoy Love Santa... P.S you have all day and give it to her good."

Finally I was ready for some self bondage. Pulling out the giant Christmas stocking I laid it down in front of the fire,and attached Santa's note to the top of the stocking . Grabbing my bondage bag I sat down on top of the giant stocking. I began by tightly strapping my ankles together. Taking a second strap I looped it around my ankle strap, I then threaded the 1' strap through the middle chain link of my white fur covered handcuffs and then buckled the strap into a loop about 4" in diameter. I then made sure that the loop and handcuffs were hanging behind my ankles. Now it was time to put in my Husband's most favorite item my big ball gag. My Husband insists that to fully enjoy bondage I must have a ball gag on. It prevents my constant complaining and he claims seeing me in one gives him an instant hard on. The only reason not to have a ball strapped in my mouth is because I am using my mouth to suck on his cock. Taking out my 2" red ball gag with a white buckling strap, I opened my mouth has wide as I could and pushed it deep into my mouth. It took some effort but I got it pushed in so that it was behind my front teeth. There was no way I could spit the ball out and it would take some effort by my Husband to pull it out of my mouth. Finishing it off I tightly buckled the ball gag strap behind my head and underneath my hair.

Now it was time to get inside the Christmas stocking and complete my hog tie. Since my ankles were tied together I had some trouble crawling inside the giant stocking. It was similar to trying to slip into a zipped up sleeping bag. My body was now completely inside the stocking with my head sticking outside the top of the stocking. Turning on my side I bent my legs up in back of me, then putting my hands behind my back I felt around until I was able to grab hold of the handcuffs. Locking my wrists into the handcuffs I used the opposite hand to tightly lock the cuffs around each wrist. There would be no slipping out of these handcuffs and since they were covered in fur I was able to lock them on super tight.

Once again I had placed myself into a super strict hog tie with a huge ball gag tightly strap into my mouth, completely nude except for a garter belt and stockings waiting for my husband to use me as a bondage slave or a sex toy. Testing my hog tie I tried pulling with my ankles then with my wrists hoping I could loosen or break my strict hog tie. Having no such luck I then tried rolling around hoping I could find some relief. All this did was make me very hot and frustrated. Rolling on to my stomach I got myself all worked up by squirming against the plush material of the stocking. It was very warm inside the stocking and now I had made myself hornier then hell. My mind was racing with thoughts of what surprises my Husband would have planned for me. It was very late and it probably would be a good idea to calm down and get some sleep. Good thing it was really warm inside the stocking because it helped me to fall into a deep sleep.

PART II

It was Christmas morning and I was suddenly awaken by the sound of my Husband throwing some logs on the fire. "Well good morning, Merry Christmas did you sleep well?"

" Mmmrphrph, mmmrphrph,"

"I can see it pays to be a good Husband because after reading the note from Santa, he really did give me a special present." My husband than grabbed the bottom of the giant stocking and pulled on it and before I knew it I was out of the stocking and on top of our lambs wool rug. "What a beautiful gift, that Santa really knows how to wrap a present or did his elves do it?"

"Mmmrphrph," with my bondage bag in his hand my Husband bent down next to me and began to run his hands over my tightly hog tied body. Rolling onto my side he started off by gently massaging by 36Ds. Then he worked his way down my back to my shapely ass which he thoroughly rubbed causing me to moan . He then worked his hand between my legs and massaged my inner thighs. Finally he reached my moist muff, "Oh my you are very wet and damp down there, we are going have to do something about that."

My Husband then rolled me on stomach, "Santa said I should add some more straps." Taking a leather strap from the bag, he tightly strapped my elbows together. Finding the key he unlocked my handcuffs which released me from the strict hog tie I had placed myself in. It always feels so good when you are let out of a tight hog tie. He then quickly replaced the handcuffs by tightly strapping my wrist together. Unbuckling the strap around my ankle he help me up onto my feet. He noticed my new high heels on the floor and with his help he made me put them on.

"Honey I bet you want to open some of your Christmas presents?"

"Mmmrphrph," shaking my head no, I didn't think I was ready yet for any big surprises. Leading me over to the tree he picked up a package with my name on it.

"Go ahead Honey why don't you open this one, oh let me help you with that."

Ripping open the package,was a leather collar with a O ring and four foot leash. I really hate being on a leash and I shook my head no while glaring at my Husband.

"What's a matter you don't like your gift you haven't even tried it on?"

"Let's not be ungrateful now," It was pointless to resist, my husband, he then stepped behind me and buckled the collar around my neck. It didn't feel so bad, it was about 2" wide black leather collar lined in fleece. It could have been worst, it certainly wasn't as bad as one of those very restrictive posture collars. Moving to my front my husband attached the clasp on the leash to the O ring on the front of my collar. Giving the leash a gentle tug, "Lets take a little walk and stench your legs". Having no choice I obediently followed my Husband's command. He walked me all around the house and I could tell he was really getting turned on by this. I was completely nude except for my sexy little garter belt with stockings, my elbows and wrists strapped behind my back which caused my 36Ds to pop out, a large red ball gag tightly strapped in mouth which silenced me, while I walked provocatively in my high heels . I could only imagine how sexy, helpless, and available I must have looked.

Finally we stopped in the dinning room and he told me to bend down. My Husband then knelt down and lifted one of the table's legs slightly off the floor while he slipped the hand strap around the table's leg. He then dropped the table leg back to floor and slides the strap up the leg of table telling me it was alright to stand back up. I was now my Husband's pet on a chain, somewhat free to move around but no further then 4 feet. My feet were getting sore from my high heels so I managed to get up on the table and sit down. Trying best to remain a lady I sat on the edge of table with my legs crossed.

My husband returned to the table with some more gifts. "Look at you sitting there all lady like with your legs crossed." He then ripped opened another gift, "look Honey it a body harness for your beautiful rack. Now get off the table and stand up so you can try it on".

Helping me off the table he showed me the harness it was made of very thin black leather straps. It was not like the other ones I had seen made from wide and thick leather straps. This one the straps were soft and were not much wider then thick rope. My Husband started with the collar strap that he buckled tightly around my neck. The rest of the harness was attached to the front center of the neck collar. A long strap hung down the middle to my knees, attached to each side of the middle strap were 4 pairs of straps, which would wrap around my body and buckle in the back. Starting with bottom straps he wrapped it around my waist and buckled it in the back. Going next to the top set of straps he went around above my breasts and upper arms and buckled it in back. The next set went below my breasts and around my arms and buckled in the back. The fourth set went around my upper waist around my arms and buckled in the back. "Honey so far so good now its time to adjust it", which meant starting at the top set he unbuckled the strap pulling it as tight as he possibly could and then buckled it. He then did the same in order to the remaining 3 sets of straps. The harness was so unbelievably tight, I could not move my arms even an inch they felt like they were locked to my back. I stood there looking down at my body strapped in this harness never feeling so confided.

Wondering why the end of the middle strap was hanging down by my knees, "Honey I saved the best strap for last." Still standing, "now spread your legs and bend over at your waist. Good girl." he walked behind me reached between my legs grabbed the loose strap and pulled it between my legs and buckled it as tight as he could on the back of the waist strap. "Mmmrphrph, Mmmrphrph,"

"What's a matter you don't like your new outfit, its not too tight? "

My Husband left the room, leaving me standing there leashed to table. The harness was so incredibly tight, I tried bending several times at my waist, I tried squatting down, I tried to move my arms, hoping to loosen the harness. It was impossible the leather straps would not stretch, the buckles would not loosen. Returning to the room my Husband had a large exercise mat which he laid out on the table. Picking me up he placed me on the padded mat and forced me to lie down on my side. "Honey I have a special gift for you just wait until you try this one out."

"Allow me to open it, I got you a very new and special vibrator its called the Stinger. I bet you want to try it out?" I had never seen one like it . Unbuckling the crotch strap on my harness, it was time to try out the Stinger. it was 8" long and bendable the end of the vibrator was stuck into my tight little anus and was bent into the crack of my ass, bending it up to my muff were it had a large rubber penis attached, which was inserted into my tight little love hole, and at the top of the Stinger at the head were two prongs that wiggle back and forth and would work on my clit. The Stinger was all one piece which plugged both my holes and a bendable section that cover the very sensitive area between my two holes, and to top that off two probes that worked on my button. My Husband then buckled the two straps on the Stinger around my thighs which were designed to hold it firmly in place. It had multispeeds with a remote control, it was designed for anal, vaginal and clitoral stimulation.

"Honey this a multifunctional sex toy that will get all three of your areas going and cause a overwhelming orgasm". My husband then re-buckled my crotch strap, "Honey that should hold you new vibrator in place for you."

Taking two straps for each of my legs he rolled me on my stomach and quickly frog tied my legs. Next thing I felt was a strong jolt this was caused by my Husband who hit the start button on the vibrator's remote control. This thing was incredible it stimulated my entire pleasure regions, the vibrator was humming away on my two holes and areas. It didn't take me to long to reach the edge of an orgasm. However just when I was about to go into a full blown orgasm my Husband switched the vibrator off. "Mmmrphrph, Mmmrphrph", that dirty rat he smiled at me and restarted it. Again he did the same rotten thing to me, it was frustrating the hell out of me.

"Honey your are always thinking only of your self, what about me?"

So he picked me up and set me down on my knees on the floor. He then unbuckled my ball gag and with some difficulty he pulled the big red ball out of my mouth. Before I could say a word the vibrator fired up and my Husband shoved his very hard cock into my mouth. "If you want to go you better suck me hard and deep". I was so horny and frustrated I would have done all my male neighbors. I was losing control of myself, fearful that my Husband would turn it off again I really went to town on his cock. A wave of pleasure began to over take my body I began to moan intensely losing all control and apprehension, I sucked him deep until he exploded into the back of my mouth, swallowing every drop I kept on sucking until he could not take it anymore he actually pulled his cock out of my mouth. Giving him a big smile I said "What's a matter you finally had enough?"

"Very funny", and before I could resist he jammed the ball gag deep into my mouth and buckled it back in.

"Mmmrphrph mmmrphrph,'" he then picked me up and placed me on the table on top of the mat. I was sitting on my knees frog tied with my legs wide open, with my leash still on.

"You look like quite the centerpiece, talk about decorating your holiday table". My Husband then switch my Stringer vibrator back on and in no time I was overwhelmed in multiple orgasms. I was rocking back and forth, then I began to shake and quiver, my moaning became louder, I start to perspire. My jaw started to become sore because I was biting down so hard on the big ball strapped in my mouth. Finally my Husband saw that I was reaching my breaking point. He quickly shut off the Stinger, unbuckled my crotch strap and pulled the vibrator off of me.

He then help me to lay down on my stomach and unstrapped my frog tied legs. "Honey I think you could use a break, why don't we open up another gift".

After the last three I was afraid what would be next so I shook my head no, "mmmrphrph mmmrphrph."

"Don't worry this one going to be fun", as he ripped the gift open. "Look Honey Santa left me the anal ring toss game I always wanted to try it out".

"Mmmrphrph mmmrphrph", shaking my head no.

"Come on let's try it out". Helping me off the table onto my feet and still on my leash that was attached to the table there was no chance getting out of this game. "Lets get the game started", as he moved me to the end of table and forced me to bend over and made my tightly harnessed upper body lay down on top of the table. Making me spread my legs my shapely ass sticking out for the taking.

"I think you will like this game", as he took hold of the anal plug that had two foot stake attached to the end. Being the caring Husband that he is, he lubed up the anal plug and stuck it up my fine ass. The plug was in deep enough that it would be impossible for me to remove it, but only my Husband would decide that. "How's that feel is it in deep enough honey?

"Mmmrphrph mmmrphrph", my Husband is such a comedian. Stepping back by several feet he start tossing the rings at the stake that was sticking out of my ass. The first toss was a miss, the same for second, put finally his third toss was a ringer.

He then picked up the two misses and lifted the ringer of the my anal stake. Taking his time he grabbed and rubbed my ass in an attempt to get me all worked up. "I think I will try some more tosses I am not going to stop until I make three in a row. Why don't you give me some incentive and shake that great ass of yours". After many tries he finally made three ringers in a row.

"That was fun Honey and I think the winner deserves a prize". He then pulled out the anal stake, standing there bent over and totally exposed, he dropped his pants and slid his cock into my very moist pussy. Taking long deep strokes I could tell he was going to take his time and I was in for a long and slow screwing. He grabbed my back garter straps and pulled on them while he was grinding his pelvic area into my pleasure area. Before I knew it I was coming again and seeing my enjoyment my Husband started to bang me real hard and it wasn't very long before my Husband shot his load into me. "Honey that anal ring toss game is fun I especially enjoyed the prize at the end".

He then lifted me back up on to the table forcing me back onto my stomach. "I think its time we take a little break, but I think your packaging needs some attention".

"Mmmrphrph mmmrphrph", shaking my head no I was hoping he was going to release me.

"Listen Honey Santa said I had all day and its only noon time and we still have not opened all your gifts yet". He then re-buckled the crotch strap on my super tight body harness. Taking three leather straps out of my bag , he tightly strapped my ankles together, then put one above my knees and finally one tightly around my upper thighs. "Since you still have your leash on I hope you understand that you can't go very far, so I think I will give you a break and not strap you up into a tight hog tie".

'What a guy,' I thought, he then rolled me on my side and began rubbing my tits and playing with my nipples.

Working his hands down to my rear end he rubbed and grabbed my great ass. Then he turned his attention to my moist muff by gently stroking the area around my pussy, then he gently slides his finger in me while he used his thumb to rub on my clit. Before I knew it he had me all worked up and had me moaning in frustration. If I didn't have this big ball gag in my mouth I would be begging him to fuck me hard. My Husband then smiled at me, "Honey that's for all the teasing you did to me last night when you were in that tight sexy sweater dress. You know something with you spread out on our dining room table, in your super tight body harness, your legs completely strapped together, your new collar on with a leash attached to the table, a big ball gag tightly strapped in your mouth, and dressed in your sexy little Christmas garter belt with stockings and heels on, it looks like an all the sex you can have buffet."

"Honey don't go anywhere, you just stay there and look pretty".

"Mmmrphrph, mmmrphrph."

"Why don't you relax and try to get some rest. You still have a lot of gifts to open and I am sure you will want to try them all out?"

"I am going to go and take a shower and get prepared for our afternoon and evening sessions."

"Mmmrphrph mmmrphrph." I had already and enough and I was very nervous about the gifts that we had not opened yet. Unfortunately my Husband was in complete control of me and I was just a human sex toy, his Christmas present. They say it is better to give then it is to receive, and I certainly had given my Husband an unforgettable Christmas but I had also had received so many orgasms I lost count.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

[deksels]

Itching For My Partner To Come Home

Storycodes: Sbf; latex; hood; collar; cuffs; F/f; tease; torment; cons; X      


As I write this story I am wearing a neoprene lined steel chastity belt with secondary shield, and those infernal shoes! They are a garish shade of purple-pink and have long pointed toes which my poor feet are forced into. When purchased, they had comfortable padding which was very quickly removed to leave just the bare unyielding leather. It is arguably welcome that the padding had been removed as they are a size four and I take a size six! They are fastened on by a single strap across the instep which is frustratingly more than adequate. Did I mention the five inch heels? Even sat down, there is little respite from the ache in my calf muscles. Perhaps the worst thing about these shoes is that they are second hand, costing just �3.49 from a charity shop. Of course when bought, they did not have the locking facility on the straps. I have been trapped in both the chastity belt and the shoes for the last twelve hours. I have the key to neither!

Anyway, to the story.

It was a hot summer afternoon when I arrived home from work and the sun was streaming in through our bedroom window. The outfit I was required to wear had been laid out on the bed by my partner. The two foot long spreader bar, rubber hood and ball gag were old friends, as were the four inch posture collar and the handcuffs chained to the ceiling, but the main item I had not seen before.

It was reminiscent of a Victorian style one piece swim suit with half legs about twelve inches long and half sleeves about six inches long. And it would cover the whole of my upper body to the neck. Two �bra� cups dangled from the front like short fat condoms and had a thick reinforced ring about thee inches in diameter at their base. There was a front zipper which extended right down to the crotch area and it was made of thin black rubber. I love the smell of rubber! One other thing � it seemed far too small, yet being rubber, I suppose it would be supple enough to stretch � I hoped so!

I stripped off all my clothes. I would have liked to have had a shower on this hot day but there was no time as I must be properly attired for when my partner arrives home, or else!

The two inch ball gag went on first and I buckled it tightly around the back of my neck. Next was the �swimming costume� as I had christened it. My legs went in first and as I smoothed it around my crotch and bum I could not help but notice the incredible tightness. Yes, it did stretch, but hugged me very firmly and the legs reached almost to my knees. I wanted to finger myself there and then, but this was strictly not allowed and there was no time.

I put my arms into the sleeves which came just short of my elbows and looked at the two dangling cups which my 36D boobs would have to fit into. I pulled the zipper up to my waist and forced first one, then the other of my ample boobs through the three inch rings, then completed the zipper up to my neck.

This thing was tight and hugged me everywhere � my crotch, bum, tummy and my root cinched boobs. Being a hot day, and encased in thin stretchy black rubber, it would not be long before things started to warm up.

Next came the two foot spreader bar, forcing my ankles and legs apart, and the thin stretchy hood. The hood had holes for only my mouth and nostrils, thus depriving me of sight and muffling my hearing, and a long neck section which I tucked inside the swimming costume. I felt for the posture collar and buckled it tightly so that my head was immovable. The final step was the handcuffs. I reached up and click, click my arms were stretched to the ceiling. I was trapped.

I could feel the heat of the sun on my body and started to sweat. The hood stuck to my face yet the posture collar prevented me from even rubbing it against my arms. Drool dribbled down from my ball gagged mouth and my boobs felt sticky. I tried to shake then to get some relief yet they were hugged tightly and there was absolutely no give in those three inch reinforced rings. Rivulets came from my armpits and trickled down my body to collect ultimately in my crotch were it mingled with a copious amount of natural juice. The spreader bar prevented me from bringing my thighs together � no relief there either.

I could not see and my hearing was limited. My sense of feeling was therefore enhanced and it seemed like I had been trapped in this hot, sweaty situation for hours. My partner must be late.

I sensed rather than heard my partner enter the room. My face was massaged first � much welcome temporary relief from the horrid stickiness � then my boobs, bum and crotch. The fingers on my pussy lips felt wonderful and then the movement went to my clit. I could feel an orgasm quickly building and was just on the verge of this much needed sexual relief when it stopped! Totally frustrated, I screamed at my partner through the ball gag, yet I was left alone, once again in my hot, sticky hell for what seemed like ages.

Suddenly, the zip was undone and my boobs were released from their prisons. The cool air felt so good on my body. This was very short lived as I felt my boobs squeezed back through the three inch rings and the swimming costume zipped back up again.

Then the itching started, first all over my boobs. I tried to shake them to get relief but there was absolutely no give in the rings or the tight rubber covering them. My pussy lips and clit felt inflamed. My thighs were forced apart by the spreader bar so no relief there either. All I could do was suffer this incredible itching throughout the most sensitive parts of my body.

That bitch had used itching powder and I knew that she was going to just sit there and watch me squirm, or try to.

This was her revenge for last week. Perhaps I should not have kept her locked in the chastity belt for so long. Only seven days, and with those two little ben waa balls which continually moved inside, and stimulated, her pussy  for the whole time.

She begged for the relief and release which I would not give.

The tables have now turned!

[deksels]

The Nosey Babysitter


Storycodes: Sbf; cuffs; chain; gag; caught; M/f; bond; rope; toys; cons/reluct; X

It was finally Saturday night and Craig and his lovely wife Sue were anxiously looking forward to going out on the town. Since Sue had started her new job things had been rough for the young couple. Just eight months ago they had been blessed with their first child. Little Dale was the perfect little baby and fortunately for the newly wed couple usually slept thru the night. Craig worked nights so he took care of little Dale during the day and Sue shared the chores at night. Unfortunately their jobs also meant that the couple had little time for themselves which was especially trying since the young couple had enjoyed a very active and "kinky" sex life before the baby.

Tonight was going to be special. Since it was Saturday they both had the day off. They could sleep in Sunday morning, and Craig had prepared something "Special" for the night. Craig had just finished putting the baby to sleep when there came a knock at the door.

"Hi Mr. C!" cried out the baby sitter as she came prancing into the living room thru the open door. To say that Zoe was a bit of a wild child was quite an understatement. She had come highly recommended from good friends and the young couple had met her once but as Craig stood there checking out this bubbling package of enthusiasm he was beginning to have his doubts. At just 19 Zoe had the body of a stripper and the movements of a $1000 / hr hooker. The sheer white blouse and denim mini skirt she wore did little to hide the 38C-28-37inch curves that were poured into them. He was beginning to get lost in the fantasy of what she would look like wrapped up in the "Special Surprise" he had waiting for Sue later that evening when he was awakened by Sue honking the horn on the car downstairs.

"Your wife seems anxious to go," said Zoe. Yea, yea it�s been along time since we had any...... His thoughts trailed off to another fantasy. Only to be awakened again, this time by Zo�s shrill voice. "Everything ok Mr. C?" she asked.

"Yea, yea, everything is ok. Little Dale is asleep. He shouldn�t be any trouble. He is a sound sleeper. We are going to a show. We will be back around midnight. All the emergency numbers are on the refrigerator. Any questions?" he asked.

"Nope, have fun," replied Zoe. With that Craig turned and left thru the open door, still looking somewhat bewildered.

Zoe soon settled down to a very boring evening. She checked on the baby, "Mr. C was right that kid sleeps like a log," she said to herself leaving his room. She sat down and flipped thru the TV channels finding nothing that interested her. So she decided to do some exploring around the apartment. Pretty standard stuff she found. Craig was a photographer so she checked out his studio and equipment. Boring stuff she thought. The last room she checked out was Craig and Sue�s bedroom. All appeared to be pretty tame. She looked in the closets. She found some very pretty and exotic lingerie. That was not to be unexpected. Mrs. C was a very attractive woman. She stopped as she was about to leave the room. It was as if a strange force was drawing her to the dresser. There appeared to be nothing unusual there. Then her eye caught it. There was something shiny there that was just not right. Her minds eye must have taken notice of it when her eyes had swept the room before. As she moved closer her hand reached out for it. There alone on the dresser top was a strange key. It had no key ring and nothing to mark it. She held it up. It was not like any key she had seen before. Long and thin, like a tube with only one protruding notch on the end. She looked at it with a puzzled expression not understanding what it was for.

Another strange force was drawing her to open the dresser drawer. No, this was not any supernatural force this was just plain old curiosity, driven by boredom. Boldly she opened the drawer. Everything looked normal. It was just men�s underwear and papers, no not papers, magazines. No not just magazines, but bondage magazines. Slowly she pulled one out, turning the pages and gasping at the erotic pictures of women in ropes, chains, and leather. She stood there and took in everything. She was hypnotized by the images before her. Never had she seen anything so erotic, so stimulating and yes, it was turning her on too. She went thru 3 magazines and soon began to realize these pictures and the fantasies they were conjuring up inside of her were starting to have an effect on her. Zoe was feeling hot and she wiped the sweat from her forehead. She suddenly felt faint and fell back into the bed. As she did a clattering sound came from the bed. She turned and felt the top of the bedspread. There was something under there. It was something hard, something metal. She stood up and with one motion pulled back the bedspread to reveal the surprise Craig had planned for Sue later that evening when they returned. But it was more than a surprise for Zoe. She suddenly felt like she was Goldie Locks and she had just found papa bears treasure.

What lay out before her on the bed was a virtual treasure chest of bondage gear. All carefully lid out in the order that Craig had intended to use it. That order was the first thing Zoe destroyed. Like Black Jack the pirate she scooped up all the gear and let it fall on the bed like a waterfall of treasure. She picked up several pieces and began to examine them. She picked the magazine up off of the floor and laid it out on the bed examining each piece and comparing it to the pictures in the magazine to see how they were used. Suddenly an idea began forming in her head. This was not going to be such a boring evening after all.

The magazine was actually very helpful and it didn�t take long before Zoe had all the items laid out on the bed in the order she planned to use them. The first item she picked up was the neck cuff. She had not found a picture in the magazine of this but it didn�t take a masters degree in mechanical engineering to figure out it locked on the neck. She used the key from the dresser to test the lock to make sure she could open it. She also tried it on the handcuffs before returning it to the dresser along with the other keys she had discovered on the bed. Then she went to work locking herself into glorious bondage. She cautiously looped the neck cuff around her slender throat. She pressed the jaws into the lock. Click. She was startled by how loud the lock was. Click, click, click, she closed the jaw tighter testing its hold on her neck. Then the final few clicks until she was pleased with the tightness. She then played with the chin for a while, pulling against her neck. "What�s all this weird scary stuff about bondage," she said aloud. "This is fun."

After exploring her feelings about that first tentative experiment in being restrained she quickly moved to the other parts of her bondage like a professional mechanic assembling a carburetor. She took the end of the neck chain and padlocked it to the foot of the bed near the dresser. Making sure she could still reach the key on top of it. This was her escape plan. Next came the handcuffs on her ankles, followed by the ballgag. This was very disturbing to her. She saw it in the pictures and understood its relevance but after putting it in mouth she made an awful expression on her face. "Ewk, this tastes awful. Why would people want to do this?" she said aloud.

Always wanting to be the adventurous type she pushed the ballgag into her mouth and buckled the strap, loosely because she didn�t expect it would stay in there very long. The last item was the handcuffs. These were different than those in the picture. They were hinged and took little a more work to get into, but Zoe was determined to have the adventure of her life so she worked and twisted her arms and wrists until the cuffs were securely locked. Then she lay down on the bed and starting exploring her new world. As she laid on the bed and rolled over and over, testing the power of her restraints and slowly becoming aware of her helplessness and vulnerability, another swelling of emotions was beginning to build up deep inside of her. As she struggled in her bonds, testing their power she soon began to experience real helplessness, real vulnerability and those emotions excited her. Her nipples grew hard and begged to be touched. She realized her pussy was wet and demanded attention also but bound as she was she could not reach either of them.

Zoe continued to roll about and struggle on the bed engulfed in the strange new glow of emotions she was enjoying until a noise startled her. 'What was that?' she thought 'Was it the baby? No it came from the living room. Was there a burglar in the house?' Suddenly she began to panic. She had to get to the keys. She rolled to the edge of the bed and swung her feet to the floor. With her ankles hobbled she could only hop to the dresser, but as she got there and tried to reach up with her hands to retrieve the keys she discovered that with her hands cuffed behind her she could not reach high enough to touch them. Then she heard the last voice she expected and the one she most dread hearing.

"Hello," Craig cried out from the living room, "the movie was sold out so we are home early. Sue is waiting downstairs to take you home."

Zoe looked frantically around the room for a place to hide. She tried to walk around the bed and hide but as the chain played out the neck cuff gave her a sharp snap back. She tried tugging on it but she had attached it much too securely. It didn�t matter for at that moment Craig walked into the room and his jaw dropped open, astonished at what he had just discovered. The two stood facing each other for what seemed like an eternity. Neither knowing what to say, nor Zoe being able to speak with the ballgag in her mouth.

"What the hell is going on here," demanded Craig. His eyes scanned the room and caught the dresser drawer open. He walked over to it and scanned the magazines she had pulled from inside. "So that�s it", he said, "you were planning on robbing me." Zoe�s eyes grew wide with fear when she heard his accusation. "I�m going to call the police," Craig said.

Upon hearing that Zoe let out a muffled scream and began shaking her head violently. No, No, No, she tried in vain to say but the big ballgag blocked any hope she had of convincing Craig she was not a thief. Craig saw the fear in the young girl�s eyes and soon an idea began forming in his head.

"I should have known better than to hire you," Craig continued. "I'm lucky we came home early, you were obviously planning on robbing us blind weren�t you? How much did you figure you would take us for eh? What were you going to do with our son, sell him to the gypsies?" Craig caught himself there. 'Oops', he thought to himself. 'I may be pouring it on a little too thick'. He had since figured all this out and realized that he didn�t have a robber here but just a pretty young girl who�s curiosity had gotten the best of her but he had her where he wanted her now and intended to take advantage of his leverage.

Zoe in the meantime was becoming more and more frightened by the prospect of going to jail for what had only been a lapse of judgment in letting her curiosity run wild. She began to thrash about trying to break free of her bonds. She tugged harder and harder on the neck chain and began moaning louder than ever into her gag. The line of drool from her filled mouth began to puddle on the floor from the intensity of her struggles. But she had done an excellent job of chaining herself up and there would be no escape without Craig�s help. So after a few minutes of intense struggling Craig decided to set the hook in his young captive and see if she would swallow the bait.

First he left the room for a few minutes. Zoe then stopped for a moment upon hearing 2 voices coming from the other room. Zoe calmed down and let her breathing settle so she could better concentrate on those voices but she could not make them out. Soon Craig re-entered the room and stood over his willing captive.

"I have decided to give you a chance to redeem yourself," he said. Zoe looked up and tilted her head giving him the impression that he had her attention now. "My wife wants to call the police and have you arrested for robbery and child endangerment but I have convinced her to give you a chance to prove your honesty," he said. This was met with an enthusiastic nod of appreciation from Zoe. Craig continued, "As you can tell from the equipment in the other room I am a professional photographer. As you may also have guessed I have an interest in bondage. I take pictures and video of young girls like you in various forms of bondage and post the images on my website. If you consent to being my willing bondage subject and have your picture taken I will agree to let you go and will not press charges."

Zoe stayed motionless for a moment and then pointed her chin up and tried to speak "uummmggghh uuummmggghh," she tried to say. Craig seemed to understand and knelt down and removed her ballgag. The gag came out with a "Pop" and was followed by a river of drool. After flexing her jaw for a moment she spoke, "You�ve got it all wrong, I wasn�t g....ughmmmm," Craig shut her off in mid sentence by putting the big ballgag back in her open mouth.

"Save it for the police honey", Craig responded as he tightly buckled the ballgag much tighter than the helpless young girl had put it on before, "you only get one chance and all I want to hear from you is Yes, or No. Which will it be?" A much more subdued Zoe slowly nodded her head in agreement this time. "That�s a good girl," said Craig. "Now I will go get the studio ready for you."

Craig returned a few minutes later. "Sue is taking Little Dale out for a while so we won�t be disturbed," he said. "Besides you would not want her to be the one to tie you up, she is still pissed as Hell at you."

He then set about his work. He unlocked the neck chain from the bedpost and removed Zoe�s ankle cuffs. Then he got the trembling young girl to her feet. She stood there for a moment staring at him, still a little wobbly on her legs like a frightened newborn deer. She expected him to release the rest of her bonds but instead she got a sharp tug at the neck chain and she soon found herself being led down the hallway to the next room.

Once in the studio Zoe found herself flanked with cameras and lighting gear. Everywhere she looked on the floor she saw all kinds of bondage contraptions she had never known existed. Craig wasted no time taking out a padlock and locking her neck chain to another chain which was dangling high from the ceiling. He then went around behind her and fastened a padlock on the ballgag locking it on her. He then released her from her handcuffs. Zo�s hands went immediately to the ballgag but no amount of tugging would unbuckle it or find enough slack for her to remove it from her mouth.

"Stop wasting time and Strip," commended Craig. Looking up at the chain leash going up to the ceiling Zoe realized the helplessness of her situation and began to strip. She first unbuttoned and took off her white blouse revealing her full bosoms blossoming over the tops of her sheer pushup bra. One look at Craig and she knew he was not satisfied with that so she continued; reaching behind herself and releasing the bra and letting it fall to the floor. Instinctively her hands went to cover her nipples already hard from the cool air but Craig pointed to the short skirt so she reluctantly began that process. Craig stopped her after her skirt fell to the floor to admire her long, smooth, tanned legs which shined in the camera floodlights reflecting off of her sheer pantyhose.

Like a skilled craftsman Craig went to his work. He re-cuffed her hands behind her back with the hinged cuffs. Then he added elbow cuffs and thumb cuffs. Zoe was surprised by the total loss of mobility this bondage left her. She tried in vain to twist her arms to either side but soon learned that struggling was useless. Next he fashioned a crotch rope. Zoe watched in fascination while he applied this to her waist. Her eyes nearly popped out when he pulled it tight and cinched it off at just under her belly button.

Her eyes grew even wider when he began wrapping more rope around her chest and crisscrossing the strands over and under her breasts making a breast harness. When he cinched the last knot tightening the harness her breasts stood out like huge balloons engorged by the blood trapped in them. Zo�s eyes rolled up in her head.

Zoe figured this madman should be about done by now. After all what else could he tie up? It was then that he approached her with a clothespin. Craig looked down at her nipples. Zoe could not take her eyes off of the menacing looking device. She knew very well where it was intended to go and she could not imagine what this thing would feel like placed on her nipple.

Then Craig surprised her. Instead of placing the clamp on her nipple he looked her in the eye and said. "This is to make sure you behave," and then tossed the clamp across the room.

Then he reached up and unlocked the chain leash from the ceiling. He then gently helped her to the floor. He laid her on her side and went over to a pile of rope on the floor nearby. After gathering what seemed like an obscene amount of rope he returned and began tying her ankles, knees and then thighs together. Once they were finished he pulled her ankles up and pressed them tightly into her thighs while he lashed the ankle ropes to the back of her crotch rope. When he released his pressure on her legs she tried to straighten them out but this pulled he crotch rope very deeply into her and the pressure forced a long moan out from behind the ballgag.

Craig then disappeared and Zoe thought he was finally done. When he returned he had a remote controlled vibrator in his hands. He knelt down beside her and placed it under the crotch rope where it would do the most good /or cause the most suffering depending on your point of view. He then rolled his tightly bound package over onto her stomach. The effect of the pressure on her engorged tits and on the vibrator pressing her crotch was intense. Zoe screwed her eyes shut and tried to block out the pain.

Zoe was a tough girl and had a strong pain tolerance. She was also very stubborn. She was not going to let this situation get the best of her. Her strong will and concentration would get her thru it. That was until Craig hit the Power On button on the vibrator remote. Instantly her eyes sprang open and a shrill like scream came sputtering out from behind the ballgag. "AAAAAAAaaaeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEKKKKKaa", she screamed in defiance. But there was no release or relief from this situation. In seconds beads of sweat began forming on her forehead and started streaming down her nose. Her breathing picked up and she could feel her heartbeat in her ears. She looked up to see Craig slowly walking in front of her. He stopped inches from her face and knelt before her. His hand reached out to wipe a bead of sweat from her forehead. Her body leapt at his touch. He looked down at his captive. They stared into each others eyes. She tried to communicate a thousand things to him in that gaze but knew it was useless. She belonged to him for the moment and he could do whatever he wanted. She had consented to that.

From his shirt pocket he pulled 2 clothespins and placed them on the floor inches from her nose. "Later, when you are ready," he said with a smile. "For now I am going to go down the street and meet Sue and Little Dale and have some ice cream, maybe we will bring you some," he said.

With that he rose up, turned and walked out of the room. Seconds later Zoe heard the apartment door close and the lock click.

Her eyes focused on the two clothespins on the floor, inches before her. It would be a long, long night.

[deksels]

She Waits


Storycodes: Sbf; cuffs; chain; toys; public; mast; shave; cons; X

She waits, knelt in the hallway, facing the door. Her hands cuffed behind her back forcing her naked breasts forward. Her feet bare and cuffed also. The chain of a third pair of cuffs slipping between her buttocks as the ends connect her wrists to her ankles, pulling her arms straight and her back into an arch. Her eyes covered with a silk scarf, preventing her looking at the clock to know how long she was there.

The air conditioning clicked on. Knelt directly under the vent, the cold blast of air brought goose bumps to her flesh, her nipples becoming erect. The sheen of sweat that had built on her body cooling rapidly, sending a shiver through her.

Her spread legs allowing the cooling air to pass over her pussy, only serving to increase the heat there. A jingle of chains as she moves her weight around to take some pressure off her knees. Her musky smell reaching up to her nose, heightening her arousal still further. A viscous cycle with no means of relief.

Her mind wandering as time passes. Thinking back to how she arrived here. Kissing Him goodbye this morning, dressed to please Him only in a light summer dress, standing on tip toes to reach his lips, her bare feet pressed together, presenting a cute, girlish image to Him as he left.

Relaxing, knowing that she had no one expecting her today, a day to herself. She thought back to the night before, how she had disappointed Him and, more curiously, how He had failed to punish her. She had knelt at His feet, head bowed, awaiting the rebuke that never came. Eventually they went to bed and He went straight to sleep ignoring her naked body beside Him.

As she lay awake, she decided that if He would not punish her then she must take it upon herself to do it. Next morning, after he left for work she started to prepare. First a bath, carefully shaving her armpits, legs and pussy bare. Getting out, she towelled herself dry then dressed slipping back only into the dress she had worn earlier. Looking at herself in the mirror, her long shapely legs visible from mid thigh, her pert ass loosely covered by the skirt and her firm breasts jiggling as she twirled.

Fastening her leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, she kneels in the centre of the bed. Using a couple of padlocks to lock her wrists in front of her and her ankles together. The keys across the room, far enough away to let her feel in bondage without being out of reach.

She remains motionless for a time, her head bowed. Moving only to keep circulation flowing. Finally, her hands slip between her legs, lifting her skirt. Her fingers slip in between her already wet pussy, pressing against her clit. Probing into her pussy.

Bending down, her head resting on the mattress next to her knees, the extra reach gained by her hands allowing her to play with her ass. A finger pushed inside, filling her from behind as she is already filled in front. Hands moving in time, entering and leaving her body, filling then leaving a void, faster and harder, the metal work on the cuffs jangling as her fingers reach a blur of motion, her climax building, her breathing ragged, coming in short grunts and snorts.

Then she stops. Her building climax caught in mid flow before slipping away from her, resting before straightening herself. Hoping over to the dresser to retrieve the keys, releasing herself from her confines.

Errands to run, she busies herself making sure she is ready to go out. Going through the front door she has an idea and backtracks to her bedroom. Opening the top drawer in her bedside cabinet she removes her two dildos. Kneeling on hands and knees on the bed, her ass high in the air, she takes the smallest, pushing it into her pussy, letting her juices soak it before pulling it out and pressing it into her ass. Slowly, letting it fill her until only the tip protrudes from her anus. Taking the larger dildo, she slides it into her pussy, adjusting its position as it rubs against the one already in her ass.

She waits a moment, getting used to the feeling of fullness. Before standing and heading back downstairs. Her walk different as her crotch and ass muscles fight to stop the dildos falling out.

Getting into the car, she subconsciously brushes her skirt out of the way, letting her bare ass rest on the seat, the weight of her body pressing the dildos further into her. Starting the car, she moves out along the dirt track to the highway, every bump and jolt forcing one or both of her intruders deeper inside, sending shivers down her spine.

At last, she reaches the comparative smoothness of the highway and heads for the supermarket. Parking towards the back of the lot, away from anyone who might notice the adjustments she has to make when getting out of the car. Slipping on a pair of heels, not so much to protect her feet, but to preserve her dignity as she walks around the shop.

Doing the grocery shopping has never been such fun, walking in high heels whilst trying to keep your legs and buttocks together made for a distracting time as she worked down her list. Reaching deep into the freezer section, her groin pressed into the metal lip, she froze for a moment as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

Going through the checkout she is sure that everyone in the store knows what she is up to, feeling every eye upon her. In reality no one noticed anything more that a beautiful young woman in a summer dress and strappy sandals.

Getting back to her car, loading the shopping in before getting in herself. Again the unconscious flick of her dress to expose her ass, bending to remove her shoes before driving off. Driving bare foot not a hardship as she cant drive in heels anyway, and, except with His indulgence, they are all she is allowed to wear.

Reaching the dirt track of her drive way, her senses even more stimulated after a couple of hours being filled, she had to slow the car to a crawl to allow her to concentrate on staying on the road. Pulling into the carport she stops, getting her breath back.

Taking the groceries into the kitchen, putting everything away before heading off to the bedroom. Again kneeling on the bed she allows her ass and pussy muscles to relax. Held in such a state of tension for so long it takes a while, but finally the dildos fall free from her onto the bed.

Collapsing into a ball she closes her eyes, resting for what she has planned next. An hour, no more before she feels ready to move again. Looking at the clock, seeing that He will be home soon, she busies herself with the last preparations.

Taking 3 pairs of metal handcuffs and a scarf she goes downstairs, dropping her toys on the bottom stair as she heads for the kitchen and out into the backyard. She walks to the vegetable plot at the end of the yard and picks some for dinner, if any of her neighbours had seen her they would have noticed nothing odd, but the trip was a cover for her real intent, to get her feet dusty and dirty just the way He liked them.

Heading back into the house she removes her dress and throws it into the laundry basket before heading back to the hall. Picking up her toys she settles into a kneel just inside the front door. Taking the cuffs she connects them together. Taking one of the end pairs she places them on her ankles, pulling the loose pair out behind her where she can reach it. The scarf next, folded and folded and the placed over her eyes, tying in a knot behind her head, cutting off her sight. Lastly, reaching down behind her, finding the loose cuffs and pulling them up, the chain of the middle pair slipping between her buttocks. Looping the bracelets loosely around her wrists whilst she gets comfortable before finally closing them shut. Knowing that now she must wait for the keys to the cuffs are on His key ring.

So, she waits.

This post has been edited by cocomink: 12 August 2010 - 02:08 AM

[deksels]

Rookie Mistake


Storycodes: Sbf; cuffs; gag; chast; toys; timer; stuck; first; mast; cons; X

I swear to God, if I ever get out of this, Ill never do it again!
She thought to herself, as beads of sweat dripped from her chin and nose. Daniella was inching across her carpeted floor, collecting rug burns on her knees and chest as she went, hoping against hope that salvation would come sooner than she knew it would. It would not.

It was summer and she had been living in an apartment between semesters instead of staying with her folks. She loved them, but they babied her. She was excited to be on her own, meet cute boys, stay up late, live by her own rules, etc. Shed been there a month when UPS showed up at her door with a very large box. Without even looking at the address she signed away and the package was placed in the center of her living room. In retrospect, she probably should have checked to see that it was addressed to her, but hindsight is twenty-twenty. What she found inside the package, opened up an entirely new world to her.

Inside the box she found the following: three locking collars of varying severity, one large ring gag, two large ball gags, one panel gag, one lipstick gag, one discipline hood, four blindfolds of varying colors and textures, three armbinders, two fiddles, two pairs of standard handcuffs, two pairs of hinged handcuffs, two pairs of ankle cuffs, five spreader bars of varying length, one complete set of stainless steel, locking cuffs, one complete set of leather cuffs, three pairs of what she would come to learn were thumb/toe cuffs, a body harness with adorning d-rings, one female chastity belt, several lengths of chain, more tiny padlocks than she could count, and one box that looked to be electronic in some way (she later discovered it was a timed release mechanism, Oh boy!). What is a girl to do?

What she did was call down to the apartment office and ask if the previous tenent went by the name of Tabitha Brewer, as it said on the box after she checked it. The previous tenant did go by that name, apparently, but Ms. Brewer had been involved in a tragic mudwrestling accident and was no longer among the living.
Why? Have you received some of her mail? The receptionist inquired. Uh . . . yeah. Student loan deferment, from the looks of it. Said Daniella. Well, said the receiver, why dont you just throw it away. Im sure no one will miss it. Said the receptionist.
Ill do just that. Responded our protagonist.

For a good week, Daniella could do nothing more than inspect and examine her new-found collection of bondage gear. She may have had �damsel in distress� fantasies before, but had certainly never acted upon them. Most her post-pubescent life had been spent being assertive and confident in romantic pursuits. Yes, she had dated. Yes, she had fucked, sparingly. But she had never dipped into this type of thing. �It just isn�t proper!� would be something her mother would say. Yet how could she not be fascinated by this strange turn of events?

It began to get serious after the first week. She tried on a ball gag, a red one. �What could be the harm?� she wondered out loud. It was a Friday night and she had turned down a social event with her girlfriends to go home and admire her bondage gear. First, she fit it behind her teeth. It felt large and uncomfortable. She wondered why anyone would want to wear anything like it . . . until she felt a familiar tingling sensation between her legs. As she began to buckle it behind her head she let out a tiny grunt of desire. �What�s the matter with me?� she internally inquired. She finished with the buckle, put her hands by her side and took a deep breath. Then, suddenly, without any forethought, she reached for the hasp to buckle it tighter. The itch between her legs seemed to double in strength. �God! This fucking rocks!� She said, though it actually came out as �Gaghh, thipth uckking uockks!�

Daniella went to bed that night with the leather cuffs on. She didn�t lock them on, or lock them together, but her dreams were vivid, to say the least. Normally she had trouble remembering her dreams, but on that night she did remember this: she had been naked on a beach in clear daylight. The sun was shining and she was basking in the warm breeze, arms lifted up to the sky with a deep, satisfied smile on her face, when, out of nowhere, a masked knight on horseback plucked her from the beach and placed her on his steed. As the horse bounced up and down she felt intense pressure on her intimate parts. It wasn�t painful, more like it was comforting. Yes! It was comforting to have such a powerful beast between her legs. As they rode, the horseman reached behind him to grab her arms and pull them around his torso. Once he had done this he wrapped the reins around her wrists, binding her in place. She should have felt afraid but this only made her concentrate more on the rhythmic up-and-down motion of the horse, as her buttocks and her breasts bounced with it. The warmth inside her grew, and grew, until it became unbearable, and she began to cry out for release.

When Daniella awoke the next morning she found that her hands had been magnetized to her vagina. Her inner thighs and sheets were sticky and pungent. She hadn�t masturbated in her sleep, but she did wake up extremely horny, and it didn�t take her long to finish job. The shower that followed was pure heaven. That weekend, she determined, she was going to go further and really try this bondage stuff out. The weekend couldn�t come soon enough.

On Friday afternoon, Daniella picked out the gear she would endure for her evening�s activities. Limited research had revealed what many of the items were called as well as some standard bondage positions and release methods. It made her feel dirty, in a way, to be looking at bound women on the internet but she just couldn�t help herself. The more she looked, the hornier she got, and the hornier she got, the more she had to look. It was a vicious cycle.

At about 3pm on Friday she decided to begin in earnest. She had read about release methods using ice but she determined that she would use the timed release box instead. Everything she wanted to lock onto her body required a padlock, so she put all the keys to the padlocks inside the timer box and closed it shut. She set the timer for 2 hours. �That will be plenty of time.� She thought. (Editor�s note: always test your equipment, including timers before you begin! Some simple safety precautions would have saved our heroine hours of sexual torment. Not that that�s a bad thing, but under the circumstances . . .) Daniella decided that she would wear a collar, a gag, the chastity belt, the stainless steel wrist cuffs and the stainless steel ankle cuffs. She chose to pass on the thumbcuffs, much to her good fortune.

The collar: Daniella selected the largest collar of the bunch. Little did she know this was called a �posture� collar. It kept her neck nice and stiff once she buckled it on. Daniella had discovered through her limited trials that she liked her bondage on the tight side, hence the strictest collar. It had a d ring fore and aft so she fitted a 6 inch chain to the back of the collar. At the other end she locked on the wrist cuffs. Once locked onto her wrists, her hands would be drawn behind her back and up at a fairly severe angle. �This will keep me from playing with myself!� she surmised. How right she was!

The gag: Daniella chose what she initially thought to be a large ball gag. It was actually a ball gag with a thick bit running through it. She was learned enough to know what a bit was, having ridden horses as a teenager. This gag had attracted her special attention because of its dual functions. �The best of both worlds!� She placed the ball behind her teeth and buckled it very tightly. �Mmmmpphhhh!� she exclaimed. This was going to be her most deviant sexual experience ever! She was already dripping.

The belt: had she known how long it would take her to figure out the belt, she would have put it on before the gag. Being inexperienced with large gags, she was unaware that her jaw would begin to ache before she really began her session. Oh well. Lessons learned. The belt, she saw upon further inspection, had two phallus-type objects sticking up from the curved metal bar that would run between her legs. One of them was definitely a dildo. About 1 & 1/2 inches thick and studded. The other appeared to be a pointed mushroom. It had a slender neck and a larger, orb-like head. It was an anal plug. Daniella felt a wave of apprehension. She had never engaged in any anal stimulation before and she was unsure about starting now. Once a boyfriend had asked her for anal sex and she had vehemently rejected his request. �You know, you might just like it.� He had reasoned. �Fuck off, pig! Go home and masturbate!� she had yelled at him. Just as she was about to put the belt down she reconsidered. �Honestly, how bad can it be? I mean, I crap bigger than that thing. It�s not like I could do any real damage.�

She also noticed a port for two AA batteries to be inserted at the base of each phallus. She inserted fresh batteries and looked for some sort of on/off switch but found none. The phalluses remained lifeless. �Whaterver!� Said her mind. �Mphavever!� said her delightfully gagged mouth. She still had an ample supply of ky jelly from her last relationship sitting in the closet, so she lubricated the plug, and then she lubricated her asshole. A strange sort of sick embarrassment accompanied this little detail. She was pleased to be in her bedroom, as opposed to her bathroom where she would be tempted to look at herself in the mirror. The plug did not go in quietly. It felt thicker than it looked and she was considering giving up again, until, �pop� in it went. The feeling of fullness in her ass was surprisingly sexual. She exhaled slowly as she pushed it in deeper, and deeper still. �Mph! Mmmmphhhhhh.� Sliding the dildo inside her was simple after that process. Her juices were really flowing now! As she drew the curved portion of the belt up to lock to the belt portion, both plugs borrowed deeper again. It was a little painful, but it was very pleasurable.

Daniella considered stopping the rest of her adornment there and then. This was more stimulation than she had ever experienced before. She could masturbate for hours on this! Then she steeled her resolve and decided to go the extra mile. The belt finally locked on and her sex was trapped. She quickly attached a six inch chain to the d-ring at the back of the belt, then locked on her stainless steel ankle cuffs. The cuffs were to lock to the six-inch chain, drawing her ankles back and up into a partial hogtie. It was quite effective, and didn�t take her too long to achieve as she still had her hands free. She couldn�t look, however, as her posture collar prevented any significant movement of her head.

Daneille�s mouth was beginning to ache a little now and she clamped down on her bit/ball gag, releasing a large amount of drool that she�d been trying not to let go. It dripped down her chin and onto her breast, just missing an erect nipple. �MMPPHHHHH!� The tension was building, and she couldn�t wait to be helpless! She drew one hand behind her back and locked it into place. �One more, and then . . . .� she locked the other hand into place.

The apprehension that goes into a self bondage session can often be exhilarating. Right up until the final �click�, sexual energy has a way of picking up momentum, like an avalanche. Unlike such a natural spectacle, that tension gets locked into place just as the final wrist, or ankle is locked into place. Daniella experienced this for the first time in this moment. Her sexual avalanche froze after her left wrist was locked behind her back. She had never been hornier. She had never felt hotter, yet her arousal was frozen. She couldn�t get off and she couldn�t come down. �MMMPPHHHHH!� First timers always scream. It was an intense sensation.

She consciously took a few deep, ragged breaths. Yes. She was horny, but some doubts began to nip at the edges of her mind. The gag was beginning to hurt now and her position did not allow her to stretch her limbs at all. This didn�t matter immediately, but it occurred to her that at some point she would want to stretch out. �The timer!� she thought. �I never started it!� Glancing to her left, it still blinked �2:00:00� at her. She crawled over to it and turned with her back to it to allow her hands to hit the start button. She rolled back to her front and breathed a sigh of relief. After that she decided to crawl out to her living room, as a sort of challenge, and as a way to pass the time. Her arousal was still very high, and it became more so as she crawled. �Why did I never try this before! This is awesome!�

Not knowing what to do when she got there, Daniella decided to watch some tv. She found that the six-inch slack in chain connecting her ankle cuffs to her belt allowed her to kneel once she found the proper leverage. She leaned toward the remote on the coffee table and awkwardly climbed onto the couch. She immediately found cinemax and settled in for 90 minutes of soft-core porn. After about 20 of those minutes, her belt suddenly came to life. The dildo and the anal plug began to softly vibrate. It was the straw that broke the camel�s back. �Jesus!� her mind screamed. Her mouth screamed, �Geeuuss!� as she climaxed harder than she had ever known possible. Wave after wave of cascading orgasm enveloped her constricted form. Drool flew from her gagged orifice like raindrops as she squeezed her eyes tight and pulled at her bonds. �What the fuck!?� that was what the batteries were for, she realized. The vibrations continued for 30 minutes, in which Daniella found it impossible to concentrate on the film, or think of anything except riding a long, thick cock for hours without end. �Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!� her mind screamed to her imaginary lover. Could anything be better?

It was nearing 5pm and Daniella figured it was time to check the timer. The crawl was arduous, to say the least, and she began to feel a stinging sensation in her joints and knees. Her mouth was beyond pain now. Simply a dull, throbbing ache. She rounded the doorway and glanced at the timer. �1:21:47� it read. �Huh?� Her body froze. �how could there be an hour and a half left? It�s already been an hour and a half!� And the wheels began to turn in her mind. �1�: one day. �21�: twenty one hours. �47�: forty-seven minutes. �Oh, Phit!� she spat. It had never occurred to her that �2:00:00� meant 2 days!

�What do I do! What do I do! I�m going to die this way.� She thought as tears began to form in her eyes. Luckily for her, logic began to persuade her otherwise. �Ok. I can�t starve in two days. I can survive this. I can!� and it hit her. She knew she could get into a kneeling position. Her phone was on the coffee table. If she could work the remote, she could call someone for help. Her parents? Never. She�d die of embarrassment, and they�d probably take away her new toys. She could call her best frined Amy, but that would also result in the whole dying of embarrassment scenario. Daniella felt a mild sense of relief knowing she would not die, but her position, in her mind, really sucked, as she slurped more drool onto the carpet. She began to consider if she could get through this without calling for help. �I�m going to be hungry. My joints are going to ache. My mouth may never be the same again, but I can survive. I just need to hydrate.� Instantly she crawled toward the bathtub. Her plan was to fill it with water and then drink through the sides of the ball/bit gag. If she could drool from it, she reasoned, she could drink around it. While she subsequently considered what her extended bondage session would mean to her other bodily functions, the vibrators kicked off again.

�Mmmmpphhhh!� It didn�t take her more than three seconds to come again! She had to stop for the entire duration of the cycle, the entire 30 minutes, as her raw pussy erupted over and over again. Only a few dozen seconds between extended orgasms was the relief her aroused body would allow. The feeling of helplessness enveloped her as she realized that not only was she powerless to stop the onslaught on her body, but that she had done it to herself. It was like adding injury to insult, only replace �injury� with �amazing sexual pleasure�. To say she was emotionally conflicted by this would be an understatement. She was fucked. She knew that. So why did she get off on it so much? This question repeated itself in her mind until she stopped caring. At some point she only cared about coming. It was all she could endure. When it was over, she made her way to the tub, exhuasted.

Daniella was relieved to find that from her kneeling position, she could easily slip inside the walls of the tub, plug the bottom, turn on the shower head (the switch to the tap was too high), and drink from the collected water. She let the sweat wash off her body as she waited in the cold, refreshing rain. Daniella took a long drink. It was difficult, but not impossible. Conveniently she had to urinate afterward, so she pulled the plug and went, allowing the continuing rinse of the shower to wash away the waste and the remaining water. Soaking, she emerged from the shower, again somewhat awkwardly, and considered her predicament.

�I will survive.� She thought. �All I have to do now is pass the time until about 3:30 on Sunday afternoon. . . . fuck.� Her mouth, arms, and legs ached quite a bit now. She knew this was just the beginning. Ignoring, or at least attempting to ignore these protests from her limbs, she sighed and began her crawl back to the television. The vibrators continued to stimulate her long into the evening. Many, many hours and orgasms later, she felt their power begin to fade. She was grateful for this sexual relief, but it also made her a little sad. She had begun to count on her sexual release at regular intervals. As more drool dropped onto her tits, she wondered if she would get another orgasm before this was all over, even though she had been more than satisfied by them.

Daniella was not sure when she passed out, but she remembered watching Conan, so it had to be after midnight. She was awakened by her phone. As she opened her eyes, her mother began a long and detailed phone message, admonishing her for never calling, etc. Daniella first noticed her arms were bound tightly behind her back. Then she noticed her legs were similarly bound and her mouth was gagged. �Oh yeah. I did this to myself.� She realized. Her pussy tingled at the thought that she had spent all night harshly bound and gagged. Daniella then noticed she was hungry. She had bound herself before dinner last night. She concluded this had two primary effects. Sort of like, good news/bad news. On the one hand, because she had eaten so light the previous day, she didn�t have to go to the bathroom. Yes, she could still feel her anal intruder deep within her, but that other feeling of fullness, the one inside her intestines, had not yet come to call. She was certainly grateful for this, for she wasn�t sure how she was supposed to shit with a plug stuffed up her ass and no way to remove it. On the other hand, she was exceptionally hungry, and all of her struggles the previous day had burned a lot of calories. She felt weak from low blood sugar and her head spun when she tried to sit up. She wished she hadn�t tightened the gag so much before she locked it into place. If it was loose, she realized, she might have been able to squeeze some sort of sustenance past it. Tightened as it was, that was impossible.

The aches in her body renewed themselves to the extreme when she fully recovered her senses. She was pretty sure her left leg had fallen asleep. It was totally numb. She slumped onto the floor and bowed her head. Her body was trapped, but her mind was becoming trapped as well. Not sure if she could last, she began to cry again. The jostling caused the dildos to give one final shudder, and that was the worst part. She was incredibly horny again! Stuffing a plug up her ass and a dildo into her pussy had seemed like such a good idea 18 hours ago. �It�s ok,� she thought. �I only have 30 hours of starvation, severe pain, and sexual frustration to go� she mused, and began to cry harder. What an evil device this chastity belt was! She loved and hated it at the same time!

After she finished her tears, and got a drink from the tub, she did find some interesting ways to pass the time. There was a full-length mirror in her modestly sized walk-in closet. Exploring the apartment from her new-found vantage point caused her a stir when she caught her reflection. She ascended into her kneeling position and examined herslef. She had lines on her face. Her mouth was painfully stretched open. There were drool stains on her chin, chest, and tummy. Her makeup was distastefully smeared and her hair was a fright, but DAMN! She looked hot! The arousal began again, much to her dismay. She was fascinated by her countenance. She quickly found her golf bag and straddled it in front of the mirror. By bouncing up and down on it, she found she could create a stimulating pressure on her ass and pussy. She tried grinding harder to stimulate her clit, but the belt was built too solidly for that. Her breathing got heavier as she bounced up and down, picturing herself as a sex slave for some fiendish, masculine foe. Sentenced to a life of bondage and rape at the hands of some ruffian. She closed her eyes and pictured his chest, toned and hairless. She thought of his hands groping her breasts and ass. She thought of his hands at her throat, forcing her to submit upon threat of asphyxiation. �Unngghhh!� She was so close! She opened her eyes and saw her mouth stuffed and her head held in the posture collar, her hands bound tightly behind her back! �God! Please let me come!� she thought. But she didn�t come. She bounced harder, determined to generate the stimulation she needed. The phalluses violently played with her insides. �Almost there!� Still she didn�t come. She became winded and had to rest.

When Daniella caught her breath, she decided she was thirsty again. She went to the tub and got a drink. She also took the opportunity to urinate again, and then washed the waste away. It was 11 am. Time was inching by at a torturous pace. �That�s what this is.� She realized. �I�m being tortured by my own stupidity. I swear to God, if I ever get out of this, I�ll never do this to myself again.� She thought as she crawled back to the living room. �No. That�s not true.� She stopped dead in her tracks and put her head down, contemplating. �This IS torture, but I like it.� She paused. �I love it.� She realized. �WTF! I�m a fucking slut!� she continued to crawl back to the tv and find some way to lose herself in mindless entertainment.

For the last twenty-four hours of her self-imposed bondage, Daniella did find a way to pass the time(mostly spent looking at her helpless form in the mirror), and she did survive, mostly by keeping a level head. But she also realized that what she had done was extremely dangerous. She resolved not to do so again until she had thoroughly researched self-bondage, AND release methods. That first weekend was hellish for her, but it was also the most exciting weekend of her young life. The pain became intense at times but it was also very erotic for her. She had never known of such desires within her before. It was, in a way, like being born into a new world of sexual gratification, and denial. Over time, Daniella found ways to be safer, but she also found ways to impart bondage into her daily life. She went to school once, with her belt on (sans batteries). Not a good idea if you want learn anything, but a great idea if you�re ahead on your studies and you need to sexually cut loose. She also began to bind herself in her apartment. Nothing strict, but she would often connect her cuffs to a 12 inch chain while cooking, or wear a small gag to bed. She reveled in her new-found hobby. She even went whole hog, again, and bound herself for two straight days, though she found a way to eat and shit for that time period. �Now all I need is a man to do it to me!� she said to herself one day. The next day she met me.

The End.

This post has been edited by cocomink: 12 August 2010 - 02:30 AM

[deksels]

Fitness Trail


Story Codes - f-self, M/f, reluct, XX, bdsm, bondage, self, toys, torture

I had set myself a real challenge this time and I was really nervous just thinking about what I was proposing to do to myself. Bit of background first � my name is Jenny, I'm 23, a student, single, brown eyes, short black hair, I have been told I'm not unattractive and I'm pretty fit but I don't like my nose and my ass is too big � normal female hang-ups I guess. I have been into bondage fantasies since puberty but never told anyone else. So self-bondage was an obvious path and I've been playing tie-up games since I was 16. I love the feeling of helplessness when in bondage, as well as the purely physical sensation of ropes and chains digging into my skin or squeezing me tight, which I enjoy immensely. I'm a damsel-in-distress type of girl, always wanting to get myself into perilous situations which I then have to get myself out of. This one was a cracker.

The setup was quite intricate but at the same time simple. I had done all the preparation the day before, placing a dozen keys in hidden locations around the nearby woods. It had taken me four hours just to walk around my course, attaching each key to a tree or other handy immovable object with a chain and lock, which could only be unlocked by the key at the previous location. So, in order to retrieve the last key, which would be the crucial one in releasing me from my bondage, I would have to visit all twelve sites, covering over ten miles of countryside, some wooded, some open hillside, some areas accessed via walking paths, others by public road. A good afternoon's walking for a well-equipped hiker, but that was not exactly how I intended to tackle it.

So, I arrived at the start point, a car park and picnic area, at about 6pm, having walked from my digs, a good ten miles already, so I was warmed up. There was a family just packing up, so I took a seat to wait until they left. It was a lovely warm autumn day, but I knew it would get colder later. My heart was pounding as I impatiently waited for them to leave, just thinking about the adventure to come.

At last they went and the car park was empty. I waited a few minutes, just to be safe, then went into the woods a little way. I took off my rucksack and emptied the various items of bondage equipment out onto the ground. With a furtive look round, I stripped off my T-shirt, shorts, hiking boots and socks, leaving me naked, and stuffed them in the bag. I took a padlock from the pocket and locked the bag shut, putting my clothes and the keys to my bondage gear out of reach. I hid the rucksack under a thorny bush. Now I was committed to the challenge, whether I put on the bondage gear or not. But 'not' was never an option.

I started with the leather hood, covering my head and locked in place at the neck. I didn't have much experience with the hood but, if the worst happened and someone saw me, at least my identity was protected. Next came the ball gag, pushed in behind the teeth, chin strap in place, also locked on � I didn't want any embarrassing conversations if caught either ! Next was the posture collar, locking my neck so I couldn't turn my head to look around, up or down.

Next, I applied hessian rope in a strict breast bondage, turning my rather shapely breasts into purple, distended globes protruding from my chest. After that, nipple clamps, biting viciously into the tender, swollen flesh, making my squeal as the sharp pain gradually subsided to a dull, persistent ache. A chain joined them and a weight swung from the chain, ensuring the clamps continued to bite into me. More hessian rope tight round my waist to form a crotch rope, but before tying it in place, I squatted down and inserted first the butt plug and then the dildo. I tied the rope off at my waist, pulling it as tight as I could, driving the plug and dildo deeper inside me, leaving me gasping for breath as they pressed against my G-spot.

Onto my legs now, and I used more hessian rope to tie my knees just a few inches apart, making walking pretty difficult. Finally, I put the manacles around my ankles, separated by only twelve inches of chain, further restricting my walking. Attached to the chain was a lead ball, which I would have to drag along behind me.

I hung a chain around my neck which held an emergency message for anyone who caught me. It read "I am a bondage slut, please leave me to complete this entirely voluntary and self-imposed punishment". I hoped it would never be read and had no idea if it would have the right effect if it was read, but it was worth a try. I picked up the key to the first lock on the trail and made sure I had a firm grip on it � I didn't want to drop it and be scrabbling in the dirt for it !

I was already way beyond the point of no return, but the handcuffs were significant. As they clicked shut around my wrists, locking them behind my back, I now had no way to alleviate or control the effects of the bondage I was in. Just one, last thing. I had tied a rope with a loop in one end and a noose in the other and hung it by the loop from a nearby tree. I turned my back and put my arms through the noose, squirming about until I had it around my elbows. I shuffled away from the tree, gradually pulling the noose tighter, forcing my elbows together until they were touching. I turned and shuffled back to the tree and unhooked the loop from its branch. Finally, as the sun went down behind the trees, I was ready to start out on the grand adventure.

Walking was more of nightmare than I'd expected. The manacles and rope meant I had to take tiny steps, as expected, but the posture collar meant I couldn't see what was immediately in front of me, so I kept stepping on sharp stones or slipping on slight inclines. Also, on each step, the lead ball held me back, making the manacles around my ankles cut into me, bruising me badly. Finally, the weight between my breasts swung from side to side, intensifying the pain as the nipple clamps pulled tighter. I was suffering the most exquisite torture every time I moved.

It was soon dark, which only added to my problems. The air became chilly on my skin as the moon rose in a clear black sky and I shuffled through the woods. The pain and constriction of my bondage felt incredible and the movement of the dildo and butt plug inside me on every step led to intense and insatiable feelings of sexual excitement but unending frustration as I could never bring myself to orgasm.

My first problem was when I missed my footing in the dark and fell, knocking the wind out of me and grazing my hip. I don't know if you've ever tried to stand up with your legs tied together and your hands behind your back, but it isn't easy. After several fruitless attempts, I lay there to catch my breath and think of a solution. After a few minutes, I squirmed my way over to the nearest tree and, sitting with the trunk at my back, I used it as a post to hoist myself back to my feet. Feeling glad to have survived that little crisis, I continued on my way.

I reached the first key after maybe an hour of this slow progress. I had attached it to the base of a tree by the path and covered it with leaves. I sat down by the tree and scrabbled around for the chain then, with the ease of much practice of using keys behind my back, unlocked the padlock and released the next key. I had intended to take all the keys, locks and chains with me, but I decided this was too much like hard work and piled some more leaves on the chain, lock and key to hide it so I could get it back another day.

The second key was more of a challenge. It had seemed such a neat idea yesterday � I had attached the chain to a post I had seen in the middle of a ploughed field � but now it looked like an almost impossible task. The first challenge was to get through the fence, not a problem when you have full use of arms and legs, but now ...

I had to kneel by the wooden fence and poke my head and body between the lowest rail and the next one up. From there, I squirmed my way through, before pulling my legs clear behind me and ending up lying on the dirt. I used the fence to get myself back to my feet and then set off towards the post. Despite being really careful and taking it so slowly, within ten feet I had lost my balance on the uneven, soft surface and fallen over. It was a relatively soft landing, but there was no way to get back up without going back to the fence. Realising that was pointless, I resigned myself to wriggling and squirming my way across the ground like a snake, trying to ignore the soil clinging to my body and getting into my mouth around the gag.

Eventually I got to the post, retrieved the key and retraced my struggle across the field and through the fence. I took a break before carrying on, feeling every ache and pain in my body. I reckoned I must have been travelling for about two hours already and I was exhausted. I had always known there was not much chance of me completing the whole adventure in one night � that was another part of the challenge � but I was way behind my planned schedule.

Wearily I dragged myself to my feet and shuffled on. Keys 3 and 4 were relatively straightforward and my journey was largely without incident, except for the fairly regular loss of balance or standing on a particularly sharp stone, resulting in a desperate scream, a fall to the ground and another bruise or scrape on my tortured body. Each fall took more out of me, as well as taking time to recover and get back on my feet. The hours dragged on.

Key 5 was another 'challenge' I had set myself, which seemed such a good idea in the warm afternoon and fully clothed, but now looked incredibly daunting. The first thing was that I had to cross a road. It must have been maybe 2am by now, so I didn't expect to meet any traffic on this quiet country road, but it was still terrifying to see the expanse of open ground in front of me which I had to cross. I crouched on the edge of the trees for a good five minutes, listening to the wind in the branches and an owl hooting in the night, before screwing up my courage and going. I went as fast as I could, which was not very fast, and tried to ignore the pain in my breasts as they swung from side to side and in my ankles as I dragged the lead weight onto the tarmac. Just as I stepped onto the surface, I heard an engine in the distance and looked around to see the faint glow of headlights. There were maybe a couple of bends between the car and me, but it was definitely coming my way and I felt the panic rising. I was desperately trying to suck in more air and the spittle was flying from around the gag, drooling down my face and falling onto my chest as I shuffled across the road as fast as I could and down onto the grass the other side. I made it across, but it was too far to reach any cover, so I just threw myself to the ground and 'hid' in the wet grass as the car came round the final bend, roared past and disappeared into the night, thankfully not spotting the naked body only a few feet away. I lay there for an age to catch my breath and calm my racing heart. Such a narrow escape ! I was so excited it was almost enough to make me cum. Almost, but not quite. More frustration.

But this was not even the difficult part of getting the key. Yesterday, I had strolled down the side of the road and crept into a farmyard, before finding a quiet corner in which to hide the key. Now, as I cautiously inched my way down the track to the yard, I thought what a stupid idea this had been. The farmhouse in front of me would be occupied and, if anyone in there was a light sleeper ...

To my dismay, the farm gate across the entrance to the yard, which had been open yesterday, was firmly shut. As I checked it out, I realised that at least it wasn't locked, but as I lifted the latch and pushed, it let out a creak which seemed louder than anything I had ever heard before or since. It was at that moment that the dog started barking. I froze, unable to breathe, watching the house for lights. The barking seemed to go on forever, then I heard a loud shout inside the house and the dog shut up. I waited a few more minutes to see if anything else would happen, before I went any further.

At last I felt I could move again. I had managed to open the gate a few inches and, rather than risk more creaking, I squeezed through the gap very carefully. Once inside, I shuffled off to the dark corner where I had hidden the key. To my horror, I saw that someone had parked a tractor right in front of the place and so close to the wall that I couldn't get past the back wheels. My only choice was to get down and crawl on the floor underneath the tractor, ignoring the cold wet concrete covered in slick mud and even slicker oil spills. I was then able to get the key and crawl out, struggle back to my feet and head back to the gate. I then had to decide whether to risk making noise by closing the gate or risk raising alarms in the morning by leaving it open. I went for the easy option and left it as it was, before legging it, very slowly, back up the farm track, across the road and into the woods.

I had intended to get a lot further that first night, even though I expected that I would not be able to complete the whole thing before sunrise the next day, leaving me with the exquisite torture of deciding whether to risk carrying on in daylight or hiding for the entire day. But the stress of the road and the farmyard, as well as the general slowness of my progress, meant I was already exhausted, footsore and chilled to the bone � I had to find somewhere to rest up. I knew there was an open barn used for storing hay bails nearby and, despite the risk that I would be somewhere people might be working in the morning, I decided that an hour in the relative warmth and comfort of the barn would be worth it if I got out before dawn. I shuffled in and went around the back of the bails, where I found the perfect spot, hidden out of sight and cushioned by loose straw which had accumulated in one corner. I lay down on it, ignoring the smell, glad to be out of the cold night air and rising wind. In moments, I was asleep.

I was woken from a deep sleep by the distant sound of a dog barking. After a moment's disorientation � where am I, why am I bound and gagged, why is this straw scratching my naked body � I dragged myself to my feet and cautiously crept out from behind the hay and went to the open front of the barn, hiding myself behind the frame and peering out. The first thing I noticed was, despite the dark clouds above, it was way past dawn � I had majorly overslept. The second thing was that the tractor I had been crawling under in the night (or one just like it) was now ploughing the field right in front of me ! What was worse, the dog, a black Labrador, was racing across the field towards me, barking like a mad thing. I turned and headed for the back of the barn, fearful that the farmer would look to see where his dog was going. I'd got only a few feet when muddy paws with sharp claws hit the back of my knees, knocking me onto the hard concrete floor, driving the wind out of me. As I fought for breath and grimaced at the shooting pain in my hip, the dog walked all over me, poking his cold wet nose in anywhere with an interesting smell, which was everywhere but particularly my sore pussy lips, which he started licking as if they were a special treat.

I had no choice but to wait until the dog lost interest in me and got off. I could see the tractor and luckily the driver hadn't heard the dog barking or didn't care, so was just carrying on. I struggled out from under the dog and dragged myself across the floor until I was hidden behind the bails again. The dog now spent some time licking the drool off the ball gag and mask, which was quite disgusting, then off my breasts, which was disconcertingly stimulating. Eventually the dog lost interest and wandered off and I was left to think about what to do next. Obviously I would have to wait until the tractor went away, but what then � should I try to move in daylight or sit tight until it got dark again ? I hated the idea of being stuck here for the entire day, but was sure going out in broad daylight was suicidal. I settled back to doze and make a decision later.

It was some hours later when I noticed the tractor engine noise receding and risked a look out. The tractor had gone, but the black clouds had opened and it was now raining hard, with large puddles already all down the path I could see. If it was raining, I reasoned, there would be far fewer (if any) walkers out and about, so it would be less likely I'd be seen if I went now. The rain was so hard that I wondered if I should just stay in the dry, but I knew I was pushing my luck staying here, plus it may be just as bad when it got dark, making things even more difficult. Fuck it, I thought to myself, and set off into the miserable afternoon.

I didn't think I could be any more cold than I had been the night before but the persistent rain running down my body and dripping off my breasts chilled me even more effectively. The drumming sound of the rain on the leather hood drove me mad but the worst thing was the slippery footing which left me in constant fear of falling.

I retrieved keys 6 and 7 without much trouble, but then had to cross another road. I crouched in the bushes close by and watched in dismay as cars drove past every few minutes. There was no way I could guarantee getting across without being seen or maybe even run down ! I waited there for about an hour in the pouring rain, shivering, unable to make up my mind what to do. At last the frequency of cars seemed to have dropped and I screwed up my courage to go after the next car. I was just about to step out of my cover when a car sped around the corner coming in the other direction, followed by two more. Taking this as a sign that there MUST be a gap now, I pushed through the bushes and out onto the road. I don't think I drew breath again until I was on the other side. As I stepped off the tarmac and onto the slippery grass, I lost my footing and fell headlong into the bushes, which turned out to be brambles, scratching me horribly as I went down. As I hit the ground, I heard a car sweep past � if I hadn't fallen, he would probably have seen me.

After a few minutes recovering, I hauled my tortured body upright once more and struggled on. I was heading towards the real crunch point of the trip and was truly scared this time. I don't know why, but I had thought it a cool idea to put the next key under a bridge so that the only way I could get to it was by going in the river ! There were several unexpected problems with this. One was that, with my legs tied and no grip, I could not go up by the bridge and clamber down the steep bank into the water there, I had to go where it was easy to get in and then walk back up the river about a hundred yards. Another was that it is way easier to walk on a stony river bed in hiking boots than with bare feet already cut and bleeding, dragging a lead weight behind you which keeps getting caught on the stony river bed. And finally, the rain had swelled the river so that it was not only flowing faster and making it more difficult to keep my balance, it was not around my knees like yesterday but swirling around my crotch, making things a lot more unpleasant.

Somehow I made it to the bridge without falling, but then found another problem � the lock I was trying to undo was under the surface of the water. I stood there in the freezing torrent, shivering violently, for fifteen, twenty minutes trying to coordinate numb fingers, a small key and a padlock underwater and make sure the key I freed didn't fall to the bottom of the river. I have never felt so cold and miserable in my life.

The only good thing about the weather was that it got dark earlier. I trudged on, picking up key after key, falling over occasionally as much out of tiredness as anything, until finally I had the last key, the one which would open my rucksack. Gratefully, I set off towards the car park and freedom. As if to celebrate, the rain stopped and a blaze of sunbeams showed by the horizon under the clearing clouds.

I was just about to shuffle into the picnic area when I heard a car approaching. Moving off the path and behind a tree, I watched as a 4x4 pulled up and 4 guys got out. They were laughing and joking and started throwing a ball between them. I couldn't believe my luck � twenty yards from freedom and now this hold-up ! I stood there, fuming in frustration, when one of them threw the ball long, over the head of his intended receiver and directly at me ! I caught my breath as the boy turned to chase after it and I tried to push myself into the bark of the tree to hide myself better. The ball stopped short and he picked it up before straightening up and looking straight at me.

"Oh my God !" he breathed as he stared. I couldn't move, I just stood transfixed, horror mixing with totally inappropriate excitement in my mind.

"Hey, come on Tommy, throw the ball !" one of the others shouted but Tommy didn't move a muscle. One of the others came over to see what was up and he stopped, staring at me too. But he wasn't struck dumb.

"C'mere. Guys, look at what we found !" he shouted. The other two came over and now there were four young studs all staring at my naked, bound body. I didn't move or breathe � I knew I couldn't escape and somehow I thought if I didn't break the spell, no-one would. But Tommy's eyes caught sight of the label, hanging between my breasts and he stepped forward and reached out for it.

"I am a bondage slut, please leave me to complete this entirely voluntary and self-imposed punishment" he read aloud.

"Bondage slut ? Jesus, you ain't kidding" one of them said as they all now crowded around me. Tommy reached out again and this time grabbed my breast.

"You know what we got here, guys ?" he said as he looked into my eyes, "We got someone who needs a damn good fucking". That seemed to entirely break the spell and I felt hands grabbing my ass, tits and feeling my swollen pussy. They dragged me out into the clearing and pushed me over against one of the picnic tables, the one I had sat at the previous evening. They untied the rope around my knees so they could spread them, then took off the crotch rope.

"Jesus ! What a stench !" one said as he pulled the dildo out of my dripping cunt and then the plug out of my ass.

"It proves she's just desperate for it !" another said.

"Well let's give her what she wants, get the condoms from the car !" Tommy said and I watched helplessly as he unbuckled his jeans and pushed the others aside to get to me. As he dropped his pants I saw his cock spring forward, eager to be inside me. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me onto his erection, driving it into me hard.

And all this time I was thinking, Oh my God, I'm bound and gagged and I'm about to be raped by four jocks who don't give a fuck who I am or what I want, I'm just a sex toy to them, an anonymous slave whose only purpose is to fulfil their every fantasy ! I was so horny, the aches and pains and tiredness had been forgotten, I wanted this bad boy inside me and I wanted to cum !

I did my best to fuck him back and the others stared in astonishment.

"Jesus, she really is a slut !" I heard someone say and I don't deny it. I fucked him until we both came, kicking and screaming. When he was finished, he moved aside and the next one stepped forward. I was ready and eager for him, taking him greedily inside me and riding him to another stupendous climax. I had never had sex while in bondage before, and never with multiple partners, but I was just out of control. I didn't know if it was the bondage or the forced sex or the frustration of the last 24 hours, but I had turned into what I would previously have called a nymphomaniac whore.

When the second guy had cum and made me cum, I twisted around onto my stomach and stuck my buttocks up in the air.

"You want it in the ass, bitch ?" I heard the next guy say, and moaned my approval. I'd never even had anal sex before but now I wanted anything and everything ! I was regretting not wearing a ring gag so I could take it in the mouth as well ! I felt bare thighs pressing against my buttocks and then a hard shaft forcing its way into my tight ass, making me moan in pain and pleasure. Then he was banging me against the edge of the table, rough and hard, just like I wanted it. I was surprised that somehow he was stimulating my G-spot and he made me cum yet again before he finished off.

The fourth guy obviously didn't fancy anal, because he took me from behind but in the cunt rather than in the ass. I reached another orgasm, nothing to do with his technique or consideration for my pleasure, I know, but I was just so turned on I couldn't stop cumming. When he was finished, I rolled over onto my back to see if any of them wanted another go, but instead I saw they were all adjusting their clothes and straightening themselves out.

"Let's go get a beer" one of them said.

"What shall we do with her ?" another asked.

"I've got an idea" Tommy said, stepping forward. He dragged me off the table and forced me to the ground. Grabbing the crotch rope lying nearby, he tied it to the D ring on the front of the posture collar, then pulled it between my legs, around the handcuffs on my wrists, then flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my legs up behind me before tying the rope to the chain between my ankles.

"I say we leave her here for the next lucky visitor to have their fill. Dave, pass me a pen from the car, will you ?" He grabbed the note around my neck and wrote on the back of it, then held it up for me to read. "PLEASE FUCK THIS CUNT" it said.

"Let's put these back in, just to keep her revved up till someone else can sort her out". I looked up and saw one of them holding the dildo and butt plug. Tommy pulled the rope to one side and took the still shitty butt plug, which he shoved into my pussy, then the dildo, which he forced into my sore ass, making me scream in pain. He put the rope back, holding the toys in place and pushing them deeper into me. I heard them laughing as they looked down at my helpless, tortured body. They started to walk away, but then Tommy called them back, saying there was just one last thing. As I watched, he unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock and started pissing straight into my face. The others laughed and quickly joined in, till I was coughing, spluttering and trying to stop them from pissing up my nose and onto my lips. They sprayed the rest of my body before they had finally finished and zipped up again.

"Hey, darling, maybe we'll come back with a few friends later and give you some more good loving". With that parting shot, they got back in the car, laughing and joking, and drove off. Leaving me to struggle vainly in my new bondage. While I was scared out of my wits at what might happen to me, and disgusted at what they had done, there was still a part of me that was turned on by the fact that I had been tied up by someone else for the first time and I was facing the prospect of more to come later. Even the degradation of being pissed on seemed like a turn on. Thinking a little more clearly, I realised I had to get myself free � those guys could return drunk and get much more violent, they might tell their mates or just anyone in a bar with them, who might come out here and beat up on me, or they might just not come back, leaving me to lie here all night until someone else � a hiker, police, a family � found me the next day.

I tried to reach the knots tying the new crotch rope to my ankle chain. I must have spent half an hour arching my back and stretching, trying to ignore the way the rope rubbed across my clitoris and drove the dildo deeper into my ass, before giving it up as impossible. My only hope now was to crawl over to my rucksack and unlock the handcuffs and manacles. I was now a good twenty yards from the bush where I had left my bag and I quickly discovered that the restrictions of my new bondage made moving in the right direction more than an inch or two at a time required a lot of effort and ripped the coarse rope across my tender, swollen clit. But I had no choice except to keep trying, to keep going, despite the pain and the effort, forcing me to rest every few minutes. I was soon slick with sweat but cold at the same time and then, just to complete my misery, it started raining again.

Eventually I made it all the way to the bag. I had managed to hold on to the key throughout the earlier assault and now used it to finally reach my clothes and the other keys. It was such a sweet relief to get the handcuffs off and then release my ankles that I lay there for several minutes before working the elbow noose loose enough to remove it. I took the nipple clamps off next, waiting for the surge of pain as the blood flowed back into the tortured flesh, then screaming into the gag when it hit me. I untied my breasts then unlocked the gag, collar and hood, luxuriating in the cool rain on my face as I worked my jaw to try and make it work again after so long in such a stretched and fixed position. Pulling the dildo from my ass was a tremendous relief and, once I was free, I lay in the mud for several minutes just letting all my muscles relax and recuperate.

When I had dressed, I set off back to my digs, playing back the tape of my adventure in my head. It had been so much better than I had planned ! Maybe I was unlucky to be seen, maybe it was always likely to happen, I don't know. Maybe I was lucky not to be caught by a mad axe murderer, or maybe there aren't as many of those around as we think. I knew I was lucky not to be spotted by someone who reported me to the police, ending up in the local papers. But I also knew it had been the most intense and exciting experience of my life. I knew I'd be back.

[deksels]

Kelly's Challenge


Storycodes: Sbf; hood; rope; naked; cons; X

Kelly looked at the ninety nine keys in the box. If she went through with this, there would be a hundred, and she would be confined until she found the right one with which to release her. If she carried this through, she would put the last key in the box, and then deliberately knock the box to the floor, scattering the keys everywhere, no knowledge of which was her key, or in which direction it had gone. It would be her severest challenge, and one no-one could help her with.

She had been into self bondage for a long time, challenging herself to get free. Each time she tried harder than the last to make thing difficult, but had always, to date, found her way out safely. This idea came to her at a pub quiz. She watched as the winner of the quiz chose a key from the pile on the counter, and tried to open the box. They had failed, but the guy behind the bar assured everyone that the right key was in there somewhere. Kelly wondered how it would work if she were restrained, padlocked into position, with lots of keys to choose from, but only one correct one. That would be a real challenge. She knew almost immediately that it could take days to find the right key, especially if she were blindfolded. She could end up trying the same key several times, without knowing it,

How many keys though? She hit on the figure of a hundred, all roughly the same, but with only on correct one.

She spoke to the guy running the quiz who had bought the keys from a supplier. He had bought a set of twenty, but said the retailer would supply as many fake keys as was required. Over the next few days Kelly contacted the retailer and asked about a lock and a hundred keys, suggesting it was for a prize draw. After adding, untruthfully, that it was for charity, the man sold her the set with a discount.

Now Kelly looked at the keys in the box. Ninety nine keys that would not open the padlock. Ninety nine chances of being wrong. Only a single key would release her.

She knew she would be taking a great chance if she did this. She had no idea where the keys would fall. She knew they would scatter on the tiled floor, but had no idea how far and wide. She would also be hooded, so would not be able to see where they had gone. If she carried this out, she had to rely on eventually finding the right key, and with limited movement, that would be no easy thing.

She placed the key into the box and began to shake them around, losing sight of her key almost immediately. She had considered marking it, but that, in her eyes, would have been cheating, and Kelly never cheated when she did self bondage. There was no point in setting herself challenges if she cheated. The box was then placed on the table, ready for when she decided to go through with it. If she changed her mind, she would have lost nothing, but if she followed through she would be risking everything.

She was fully aware that if she didn�t get out within the first day, things would start to get messy. She would be on the floor, unable to reach the toilet. This was not something she was happy about, and was, perhaps, the thing holding her back. She did not relish rolling around in her own excrement and piss. Nor would she have food or drink until she finally released herself.

Kelly looked again at the box of keys. There seemed to be thousands in there, but she knew that in reality, there were only a hundred. Which was hers would be pure guesswork now.

The ropes and straps she would be using were on the table next to the keys. As was the hood. This she had bought from the internet. She had tried it on a few times, and knew that once it was on and her challenge had started, she would see nothing through it. Not a shred of light came through, it had fitted her so tightly. This, too, would be a challenge, as Kelly had a fear of the dark, and always slept with the light on. To plunge herself into total blackness would be to face her fears full on, and another reason why she was not sure she should do this. But that was what challenges are all about. To achieve what had not been achieved before, to go that one step further. This, though, was several steps in a single move, and, to Kelly, very frightening.

Her annual holiday would start the next weekend, which is when she planned on taking the challenge. She had a full four weeks off, but really didn�t expect to be confined for anywhere near that time. She had other challenges she wanted to try as well. One of which, was to sleep with the light off.

Every night for the next week when she got home, Kelly spent time looking at the things on the table, and clearing everything except the table from the room. She didn�t want anything that could create further hazards once the challenge started. By Friday night, the room was empty, and ready. She still wasn�t sure she could go through with it, as she took a hot bath, and pulled her hair into a pony tail behind her head. At least, if the worst came to the worst, she would not get excrement in her hair.

She looked at the wine on the table, and poured herself a glass, sipping it slowly.

The plan was to set her alarm early on the Saturday, come to this room, and start the challenge, that was the plan, and Kelly was already nervous about it. With all her other challenges she had relied on her own ability to get free. But this time, it was not going to be that easy. This time she had to find the only thing that would allow her to get free, without being able to see it, or know where it was. And blindfolded as well.

Placing the glass on the table she picked up the hood. As she had done every night, she placed the hood over her head and closed it, trying to contain the panic she felt when the light disappeared. Each night she had managed a little longer before the fear hit home. But she still knew that this challenge would leave her unable to get it off, regardless of her fears.

Removing the hood she poured a second glass of wine, draining the glass in a single swallow.

Had she bitten off more than she could chew with this challenge? maybe there was another one she could try? Or, perhaps, do it without the hood, but that would, in her own mind, have been cheating. Not cheating on the challenge itself, but cheating herself.

Sipping the third glass of wine slowly, she set her phone for five the next morning. That would herald the start. From that moment on, she would be honour bound to fulfil the challenge, this was always the way with her challenges. Once the alarm went off, she could no longer change her mind. The very fact that she had set the alarm, had completely taken away her choices. No longer could she back out.

Kelly lay in bed, not sleeping. The clock seemed to be moving slowly, as if delaying the inevitable. The radio played soft night music, that would normally send an insomniac to sleep, but still she lay awake. She knew she could cancel the alarm, and no-one would know. Except her. And it was her that was being challenged. She knew she wouldn�t cancel it. If she didn�t go through with this, now, she would never do anything again. It was almost two when sleep finally took her, allowing her only three hours before the alarm would wake her to her fate.

Stretching her arm out, Kelly cancelled the alarm. It took her several seconds to waken up, and remember what day it was.

Walking to the bathroom she took a shower, looking at herself in the mirror. As always, she had slept naked, and until she finally released herself, whenever that may be, she would now remain naked. All of her previous challenges had been done that way, to ensure that no clothing was able to help her get free, ot stop her from freeing herself. This challenge would be no different in that way.

Slowly, she made her way down stairs and to the kitchen, where the challenge would take place.

The table still stood holding the items she would need for the day, as she stood looking at them she again felt the fear of when the hood went on. It had been okay so far, as she had been in control, but soon, she would have none.

The blinds in the kitchen were all closed, so no-one would see in if they came by. To all intents and purposes, it would be as if she was away on her holidays.

Standing by the table she picked up the first of two leather cuffs, that would go around her wrists. The cuffs were special in only one way. Each of the buckles would be locked by a small heart shaped padlock. The keys for these, were in her bedside locker, and could only be regained once she was free. Placing them around her wrists, she buckled them shut, making sure they would not slide off her hands, before locking each buckle. The next item was a short piece of rope that she used to tie her ankles together. She didn�t want it too tight, but enough so she could not separate one ankle from the other. This would help restrict her movements later on, when the challenge itself started.

Another piece of rope was tied around her legs, just above the knees. Now, her legs were tied as one, and she knew that once on the floor, she could not get to her feet again. The belt that fastened around her waist also had the same locking buckle that her cuffs had. This, again, could not be unlocked until after her ordeal. At the back of the belt was a large ring, to which her hands would be locked in a short time. The key to that lock, was currently somewhere inside the box on the table.

She had placed the lock where she could find it after the hood went on.

The hood. It sat there on the table as if daring her to back out. She still could, and it was as if the hood were daring her to do so. Slowly, her hands shaking, she picked up the hood and raised it above her head. Tears were already in her eyes as she began to lower it, pulling it down over her head, taking with it her most prized possession. Light.

Working quickly, before she lost her nerve, she pulled on the lace that would tighten the hood, and hold it firmly in place. Two days ago this had been easy, as she knew it would be off in a few minutes. But now her hands shook badly, and it took her much longer to secure the hood. She placed her hands on the table, locating the padlock that would complete the restraints. Holding it on hand, she used the other hand to find the box of keys. It was resting on the edge of the table, and with a single flick of her wrist, the box fell.

Kelly�s heart leapt as she heard the keys hit the floor. She could hear them rolling, hitting woodwork and scrambling all across the kitchen floor. There was no way she could know which direction her key had gone in, much less it�s exact location.

Breathing heavily, her hands moved behind her back, finding the ring attached to the belt. In less than a minute, unless she stopped herself, she would be at the mercy of luck. Holding her breath she held her hands in place, and fed the loop of the padlock over the two rings connected to her cuffs. The snap as the lock closed, rang like thunder in her ears. Now she had no choices. It was find the key, or remain like this until someone came looking for her, but that would be four weeks away.

Struggling, she began to kneel, knowing that she had to be lying on the floor to have any chance of finding the key. She no longer knew what time it was, but her heart pounded like a drum as she felt the cold tiles under her knees. She had no protection as she allowed herself to slide towards the floor, banging her head on it as she did so. She could feel the monsters waiting for her in the dark, as panic showed its ugly face. She regretted this already, and wished there was some way to end it now. But she knew there wasn�t. there was only one way to end this, and that, was to find the one in a hundred keys that would release her from her own hell.

Her hands shook frantically behind her as she tried to get her hands free of the cuffs, but without the key, they refused to come free. Her head screamed for release, and Kelly knew she had to control the panic, or she would never survive this ordeal. She tried counting slowly to ten, controlling her breathing and heart rate as best she could. Blood pounded in her ears, as the panic continued.

She felt a key by her fingertips, and made several attempts to pick it up, before finally holding it in her right hand, and finding the lock with her left. Three, four times she struggled to find the hole, eventually doing so, but the key refused to turn. Tears welled up in her eyes at this first failure. It could be anyone of the keys, or maybe the key wasn�t in the box? She was sure she had put it in, but what if she hadn�t?

Once again her hands began to shake as the panic grew. Her breathing speeded up, and Kelly had to fight hard to control herself again. She knew there was no-one in the house with her, but the darkness could have hidden anyone or anything before she woke up earlier. After several minutes, she managed to calm herself down a little, and began searching with her fingers for another key.

Key after key refused to turn in the lock, as Kelly continued to struggle with her bonds and her fears. She had lost count of how many keys she had found and tried. Maybe she had tried the right one, but had not turned it enough?

Time had lost all meaning to her. She could have been on the floor for minutes or hours, she had no idea. She could only squirm around the kitchen floor, searching for keys, hoping to find the right one. She knew she should have kept the box next to her, and placed the used keys inside it, but it was too late for that now. She had no idea where the box was. In fact, she had no idea where in the kitchen she was herself.

Her fears were abating a little, with no-one coming to attack her, but still she feared that they may. If only she could get the hood off, but she knew that it was impossible until her hands were free. Again and again, she found keys that refused to turn. Desperation set in as she searched frantically with her finger tips for more keys.

She heard a car outside her house, and froze. What if they came to her door? What if they found her like this?

Once again her blood pounded in her ears as the panic rose to fever pitch again. Even when she heard the car move away it did little to suppress the fear. Someone could have got out of the car, and was waiting outside her door for the right moment. She found a key, but her finger refused to hold on to it, hearing the metallic sound as it dropped to the floor. Though only a light sound, to Kelly it was like thunder. She froze again, hoping the noise had not travelled to whoever was by her door, waiting for her.

She told herself time after time that there was no-one there, but even as she searched for the fallen key again, she listened carefully to hear if the door opened.

Finally, she placed the key in the lock, but, yet again, it refused to turn.

How many keys had she tried? Surely she had tried them all by now?

Wriggling her way around the kitchen floor she found more useless keys, as she began to think she would never get out of this. She had allowed herself four weeks, but what if she were still bound by then, trapped in her own device.

Would someone come looking for her? What would they do when they found her?

She was sure she could hear noises, not realising that the noises were only the rings on the cuffs scraping across the floor. Another key, another failure. Was she trying the same keys all the time? Had she moved too far away from her key?

She knew she was by the cooker, as she had banged her head on it twice. She needed to move, but she was afraid, in case someone was there. It took a lot out of her just to force herself away from the cooker. She headed back to what she though was the centre of the kitchen, her hands scrabbling to find the elusive key that would release her. How long she had been trying was beyond her. It felt like a lifetime, but she knew it could not have been more than a few hours. A few hours? She still had four weeks before anyone would come looking for her.

Kelly knew she should not have taken this challenge. she could have stopped herself, but she didn�t.

Suddenly she heard a click, as the key turned in the lock. Almost immediately, her hands came apart. She was free.

Forcing herself to sit upright, she scrambled with the lace of the hood, trying to get it off. Her fingers shook, both with relief and fear that she could not untie the lace. She tried to calm herself, but her heart was racing, the blood was pounding again. Slowly, the lace started to unravel, and she was pulling at the hood, even before it was loose. Daylight screamed at her eyes, as she finally got the hood off.  At the same time, she threw up, the combination of her fears and the relief that the ordeal was over.

Her stomach ached, her head hurt, her eyes could no longer stop the tears as she struggled with shaking hands to release the ropes around her legs and ankles.

Once free, she lay breathless on the floor, ignorant of the vomit close by. It took her several minutes to get to her feet and walk to the sink, pouring herself a glass of water. She glanced at the clock on the wall, showing it was four in the afternoon. Eight hours. It had taken eight hours to find a single key. Eight hours inside that hood.

She moved to the lounge and poured herself a strong drink, sinking to the sofa. Tears filled her eyes again, and in moments she was sobbing relentlessly. She knew she had challenged herself too much. The hood had been one step too far. Even then, she knew the light would stay on at night. She could not handle the darkness. Even as she sat there crying, she knew she had the rest of her holiday to fill. She looked at the bag of ropes close to where she sat. Four weeks?

[manuel salazar]

I love reading your stories. They are all very excizing. You are one hell of a story writer. You should probably write a book about sexual pleasures.

[deksels]

Thats a big compliment but Im NOT the writer of those great stories ( I wish ).

The stories I found on the net so credits to original writer.

[manuel salazar]

Well at least then thanks for bringing them up.

[BoskSenior]

These stories remind me of the ones in the old usenet "Alt.sex.stories" Back in those days, it was all we had!

No Gromet, no nothing!

[deksels]

Found another one which I like

Kate's test

Story Codes - F-f, f-self, reluctant, bodymod, self-bondage, toys

Part 1

"Finally!" Kate though, her roommate had finally finished packing and had left for home. She had thought that this moment would never arrive, Claire had taken so long to get packed, and it looked that she'd never get the flat to herself.

These past months had been hard on her, having to share with a stranger, after having own bedroom for so long. She’d tried to get on with Claire, but she’d found it hard to do. She was just too set in her ways to accept another sharing her personal space.


They’d had a few chats, getting to know each other a little better, but she never felt quite comfortable around her. There was something about Claire that made her wary of opening up too much. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but had a feeling that Claire was way too interested in her.

She’d known some predatory girls back at high school, and she every so often Claire had that same predatory look, usually when she thought that she wasn’t being watched. That look or whatever it was had stopped her from opening too much to her.

She knew that no matter how innocently they chatted, no matter how innocently Claire always seemed to bring the subject around to boys and sex, she had this inner sense not to open up to her, no matter how outlandish and bizarre Claire’s own tales were. There was no way she would ever confess to loving the feeling of being the helpless damsel, of being the maiden being tested and tormented before her prince charming arrived to save her.

So for this first term she'd had to restrict herself to subtle and “restrained fun”. All she could manage with sharing the room with Claire was the quiet use of her favourite handcuffs. She often slipped into bed, and slid her hand under the edge of the bed to quietly pull the cuffs from their hiding place. Just the touch of the cool steel turned her on, making her nipples harden ever so slightly.

She'd slip each wrist into the cuffs, and burying her hands under her duvet she's close them until she heard that faint "click" telling her that she was trapped. She would have preferred to cuff her hands behind her back, but sharing with Claire made that impossible, too greater a risk of being caught, so she'd had to settle for this.

Even so, imperfect as it was, it was such a turn on to her, and quite often she rolled onto her front, pressing her breasts into the mattress, her cuffed hands busy between her thighs, eagerly stroking that hard, slick centre, her hips grinding into the mattress as she bit the pillow to stifle the sounds of her release.

Now, with Claire gone for the long weekend, she had the place to herself, and she could indulge herself to her hearts content. Almost all the other students had taken the opportunity to get away from the pressures of university life, so she told the odd little white lie, telling all that she too was going home for the weekend.

"Right" she thought, "First things first" as she made her way to the kitchen. Taking a Tupperware bowl, she carefully coiled up her release string, making sure that either end was free of the water filled bowl. One end was the loop that hooked over the nail she'd hung picture from; the other contained the keys that would open up the cuffs.

As she left the water to freeze, she returned to her room, to set up the reminder of the necessary equipment. Just the thought of what she was about to do made her legs go weak and sent shivers through her. She could feel the familiar tingling in her nipples, and she just knew that her panties had a huge damp patch, she was that excited. After all she'd been looking forward to this moment for so long.

She worked quickly, eager to get everything set up so that she could begin. As she moved the chair, wrong way round to its position under the nail, she tried to remember the exact moment when she decided to test herself in this way. Ever since she could remember she'd loved the idea of being the helpless heroine, but even that hadn't been enough for her. From this simple beginning had grown the desire to be tested, to be challenged. Her favourite fantasies always contained the same, familiar elements; a heroine, bondage, lots of great sex, and a challenge that had to be overcome so that she could be freed. Somewhere along the way it she had settled on this current plan.

What made it the more exciting was the fact that if she failed, everyone would know about it, well not all the details exactly, just that she'd done something outside the norm.

She'd laid the groundwork almost from the beginning of her university days, by joining in on the bitch sessions, making fun at those girls who had decided to augment what God had given them naturally. It hadn't taken long for her to make a bit of a name as a radical, one of those women who looked down at those women who'd undergone surgery.

It was only much later had she found out that Claire had undergone surgery herself, not for vanities sake, but to repair the damage from a bad car accident. She’d tried to make amends about her comments, but this topic had been the one unspoken disagreement between them.

Satisfied that the legs of the chair were in the right position, she went to her trunk, locked as always, as she definitely didn't want Claire to see what she kept away from prying eyes.

Inside were her vibrators, the rest of her cuffs, her clamps, and most importantly, her latest additions, four heavy, titanium rings, in two sets of two.

As she held them, she wondered if she could really go through with this, was the risk worth the probably intense emotions she’d be going through. If she couldn’t last the distance she'd end up marking herself, probably forever. Even as her mind wondered about the wisdom of her plan, she couldn't take her eyes of the rings.

The larger pair had a circumference that would just slip over her breasts, gripping them in a cold, hard bondage. She'd practised breast bondage before, safely at home, and had discovered exactly the right diameter that would cause her breasts to swell, to be held proud and taught. She had been blessed with a natural D cup, which needed the support of a decent bra. When she'd bound them up tight, she had found that they didn't show any signs of sagging, that they pointed straight out of her chest. She'd tried walking, even jogging, and they hadn't moved, well not much, they were just this solid mass of flesh, looking exactly as if she'd had them stuffed full of silicone.

The breast rings, as she thought of them were an inch deep, to emphasise the unnatural shape they'd force her breast to take. If she failed then these would adorn the base of her breasts, making low cut tops, bikini's etc a thing of the past.

The inner surface of each of the rings had been engraved with lots of tiny teeth, all set to face the same way. These would slip on easy enough, but the teeth would dig into her skin, preventing removal.

Next to the larger pair was a similar pair, just smaller, ready to take her nipples into the same restrictive bondage. If these ever got unto her nipples, she’d be forced to go around with permanently hard nipples, nipples which would poke through pretty much anything that she currently owned.

All that was left to do was to set up the lab equipment that she'd "borrowed." It had been too easy to wander past the chemistry labs, and to take the odd set of supports used to support all that chemical apparatus.

It took longer than she would have thought to get the supports holding the bands set up just right. Eventually she had them set just as she’d imagined them. Now if she lowered her breasts onto her apparatus, the larger bands would grip her breasts and the smaller ones, her nipples.

Next came the silk cord, for strength, which was threaded through the rings, and tied to her favourite nipple clamps. These were something special, they didn't open up from side to side, and instead they opened like a grabber, like those you got at the fun fair for grabbing the stuffed toy. These would grab her nipples evenly around the tip, holding them ever so tight.

The silk cord led from the clamps, through the rings, around the simple pulley she'd fitted to the base of each set of supports, and into the bathroom, where the cords were looped over the shower rail and tied to a bucket, which was set underneath the shower head.

Even though setting up the necessary equipment had taken a little time, in fact longer than she'd originally thought, it hadn't dampened her excitement; if anything it had only increased the depth of her desire.
Her nipples were already aching, and she hadn't even attached the clamps yet! All that was left to do was to retrieve the now frozen length of string, and to set up the finishing touches.

She quickly stripped, and got her vibrators ready. She always felt so sluttish, getting ready. There was something pretty decadent in kneeling on the edge of the bed, naked, with a handful of vibrating toys. First up, literally, was her anal vibe. A quick slide into her hot pussy, and it was covered with enough of her juices to enable it to slide into her ass with little trouble.

She knelt there, enjoying the way her ass slowly opened up to accommodate the intruder, first past the outer ring, a pause, then past the inner. It wasn't that large, but it felt that way once she'd nestled it deep in her ass.

Next was the vibe for her pussy, this was a little larger, curved slightly so that it pressed against her clit from the inside. Together they filled her pretty full.

Finally was her butterfly vibe, carefully placed over her hard and expectant clit. Moving carefully, she then stepped into her tight latex pair of panties. These she slowly slid up her legs, until they firmly gripped her ass, ensuring that all her toys would be held in place.

Next up was her gag; somehow loosing the ability to speak was such a turn on. The feel of the soft rubber as it slipped behind her teeth, holding her mouth open, was such a rush. With deft practice she did up the buckles, ensuring that she couldn't shake the gag off.

Gingerly she went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower, until there was a slow and steady drip of water into the awaiting bucket. Moving as quickly as she could, she returned to the set up by the chairs and before she could have too many doubts, she cuffed her ankles to the chair. Now she was held firmly in place, all that was left was to turn on all of her toys, and to bend forward and to slip the clamps over her nipples.

She paused, for a moment, it wasn't too late to back out, but before she could really articulate the thought, she cuffed her hands behind her back, trapping her in her own experiment. As the cuff closed around her wrist; she felt a heady rush that left her weak. It was too late for her to have second thoughts now. Now she'd have to endure her test until the ice melted and dropped the keys into her hands.

She could feel the vibrators all working between her thighs, trapped in her latex panties. What made them work so well on her was the fact that they all pulsed at different rates. One would be on, then another, then two, and eventually they would synchronise and she'd get the full effect of all three working their way on her.

This moment was so intense, such a turn on; she had to fight the need to make it. She could already feel the pull of the weight of water in the bucket, and she could watch as her breasts were being pulled towards the waiting bands. If she came now, she'd come off her high too soon, and she'd be unable to withstand the steadily increasing pull until her hands were free.

Stifling a groan, she tried to think of something else, like numbers tables, but the thrice damned vibrators were working their magic on her tender parts.

Currently her anal vibe was working in harmony with the butterfly on her clit, sending shudders through her, and the pull on her tits was just enough to help turn her on more and more.

She could feel her pussy awash with her juices, the panties trapping her juices next to her skin, making her feel all slick and hot. The butterfly cut out, to be replaced with her pussy vibe. The feel of it as it vibrated against her anal intruder was almost too much. She could feel the thin membrane that separated them being pounded into submission.

All the while the pull on her nipples increased, and she had to lean forward, trying to reduce the pull on her nipples.

She was lost in that moment, between heaven and hell. Her nipples and breasts were becoming increasingly painful, but the combination of vibrators and the situation she was in was just keeping her too turned on to care.

She was startled out of her fugue by the feel of the cool metal as her breasts brushed against the top of the bands. She's almost got too lost in the moment and had almost fallen into her own trap.


Taking a deep breath she pulled herself more upright, but the strain on her breast was incredible. The pain was just on the edge of being too much for her, but the toys kept things almost bearable.

She was shocked to realise that this time she maybe had set her sights too high, and she desperately turned her head, trying to judge how much longer it would take for the ice to melt, but judging from the amount of ice she could just catch a glimpse of, she realised that she’d well misjudged how much she could take.

Again she felt her breast meet the cool bands, but this time coincided with all three of her vibrators switching on together. This boost was all she needed to lift herself up again, She was poised right on the edge of making it. It felt that this moment could go on forever, balanced as she was.

Her heart leapt into her throat when she heard a key in the lock. She was supposed to be alone for the weekend. "Kate" she heard Claire call, "I've a surprise for you" she said as she opened the door and stepped into the room.

Claire's mouth just hung there, open, catching flies as she tried to make sense of the scene in front of her. There was her roommate, Kate, naked apart from a pair of black, shiny panties, her breasts stretched into an incredible shape by the weight pulling on them.

After an eternity, Claire managed a half hearted explanation, "I’d forgotten my reading texts and I though I’d best come back and retrieve them." and with that Claire leaned against he door frame, trying to make sense of the muffled sounds coming from Kate’s gagged mouth.

Regaining her composure, Claire then stood, and her eyes followed the string from nipples to bathroom. "I always thought you were a secretive one" she said, "and now I know exactly what you’d been holding back from me"

Kate, for her part, wanted nothing more to drop through the floor, the shock at being discovered had jump started her mind, and for the moment she managed to forget the pleasures and pains that were coursing through her body.

She tried to make Claire understand that she just wanted release, so that she could sort of explain everything, but all she could manage were muffled, unintelligible gibberish.

She watched as Claire returned from the bathroom, her fingers tracing along the silk cord, until the met the bands that had been threatening to trap her breasts.

"Oh My!" Claire exclaimed, "I see what you were doing, and here I thought you absolutely hated girls with artificial breasts. Now I know how much you wanted to be like them"

"But I don't" was Kate’s mental cry, "It was just a test" she thought, knowing full well that Claire was ignoring her gagged cries.

At that moment the vibes kicked in again, taking her mind of Claire, and back to her predicament. Her thighs were aching, and she knew that the next time all three set off together would be the time she came. Already she'd lasted longer than she thought she would have managed, the threat of the bands had been just enough to hold her off from making it.

As she concentrated on the feelings deep within her, and tried to block out the terrible tugging on her breasts, she watched, fugue like as Claire walked past her, and deftly removed the key from the hook.

"I'm sorry Kate, but I really want to see how this works out" was Claire’s response to the question in her eyes. “I’ve often lain in bad, listening to your furtive movements, wondering how I could ensnare you, and all the while all I had to do was to wait and you’d fall into my hands”

With that, Claire quickly dived into the bathroom and returned with a bottle of baby oil. "Let me help" Claire cooed cruelly, liberally covering her hands with the oil.

Kneeling beside Kate, Claire then gently took her straining breasts in hand, and softly massaged them, working the oil into the taught, stretched flesh. "Doesn't that feel good?" she asked, as she slowly cupped her hands and started to gently squeeze her tits, squeezing them as if she were milking a cow. Kate found she couldn't disagree. The feel of Claire's hands as they massaged her aching breasts was such a pleasant and unexpected turn on.

Claire tilted her head, seeming to listen to the pitch of the vibrators as they kicked in, one after another until all three were working their magic on Kate's trapped body. Claire could visibly see Kate’s struggle with the sensations that were running through the centre of her being, and the strain of keeping her breasts free of the bands that would trap them.

Judging her moment to perfection, Claire put her hand between Kate's shoulder blades, and pressed down firmly, forcing Kate's torso towards the floor.

Kate couldn't resist the pressure, and she felt her oiled breasts slip into the bands. "Oh My God!" Kate thought as she felt the bands constrict her breasts as they slipped onto them. "Claire, STOP!" she tried to say, but if Claire understood, she showed no signs of obeying.

The feel of the bands as they slid along her taught breasts and permanently trapped them was the final straw, and Kate could feel her orgasm building deep within her. She forgot what was happening to her, what it would mean for her future, and instead just concentrated on the feelings, from the vibes in her ass, pussy and on her clit, to the feel of the cool metal as it slipped around her breasts.

With a guttural cry, her hips started to buck as she came, and came hard. Her whole body felt as if she were on fire. She could feel herself make it time and time again, until she was totally lost in the intense feelings that were coursing through her. Some dim part of her brain was vaguely aware that she had clumped down, and with Claire's help her nipples too were now banded.

Her limbs were still trembling as Claire undid all the cuffs and clamps, freeing her, before helping her onto the bed. She could feel Claire’s fingers tracing around the bands, stroking and fondling her breasts which were now turning a fetching shade of pinky purple.

“Now Kate” Claire cruelly cooed, “We both know what you’ve done, and I think that this will be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”


Part 2

Kate knew that she was very lucky in that Claire hadn't pressed herself on her while she was in that vulnerable state; instead Claire had just given her a look, a look that was cool and very calculating. Kate could feel the heat of Claire's eyes as she drank in the image of her, and in the end, she had to look away, her eyes downcast, wishing for Claire to leave. Eventually she heard the door close and she was alone again, left with the certain knowledge that she had taken the first step upon a journey, and she had no idea where it was leading.

As she started to put away all her toys and makeshift equipment, Kate realized that her new breasts, well not new exactly, but reshaped breasts were going to take a little getting used to. No longer did they gently bobble as she walked; they remained firm and full, jutting stiffly out in front of her. As Kate stood in front of the mirror, turning from side to side, her eyes took in her new look. Her breasts were a fetching shade of ruddy pink, contrasting against her pale skin. They stood high on her chest, a bit higher than normal, the nipples sticking straight out, like two little buttons.

Kate tried jumping up and down and wasn't surprised to find that they remained firm and unmoving, at least, she thought, she could run without needing a sports bra, one good thing she supposed, not that she ran for fun anyway.

It wasn't until a few days later that Kate realized that maybe she'd gone too far with her fantasy. Her clothing was the first of her problems that she had to address. She tried on one of her t-shirts, but all that did was attract attention to her reshaped breasts. The material clung snugly to every enforced curve, no longer reaching her waist. Her banded nipples tried to poke holes through the material, and it didn't take too much of a close look to see the bands that encircled her nipples. She tried on top after top, some tighter than others, but all they did was to attract attention to her breasts, and especially her nipples.

Having said that, Kate had to admit to her secret self that the image she saw looking back at her in the mirror was sexy, in a very skanky way. As she turned round and round, viewing herself, she couldn't help but feel the first stirrings in her pussy. She could feel her labia start to swell, pressing against her waking clit. Standing in profile, looking at her jutting breasts, she watched her face colour in a heady mix of embarrassment and arousal as she imagined walking through the mall, letting all the horny teenagers get a good look at her.

"Not just yet" Kate thought, not really ready to go out dressed like, well she wasn't quite sure what, but it certainly wasn't decent.

After the tighter tops, Kate tried on her loose ones, shirts that could just be tied at the waist, old, loose jumpers and the like. While they had the desired effect of hiding just how firm and high her breasts were, they brought their own problems. As she walked around her room, getting used to the new feelings coursing through her, she realized that the material ever so slightly shifted as she walked. The effect of that little movement on her heightened nipples was electric. Every shift in her top brought the feel of each individual thread as it rubbed across her taught nipples. It felt like her pussy and nipples were connected to the same electric circuit.

The more she moved around, the more her nipples were rubbed, and the faster her pussy flooded with her juices, and the more turned on she became.

In the end she settled into a routine, although settled didn't adequately describe her situation. While at class, she wore her loosest tops, trying to hide from her classmates her changed breasts, although this had the effect of distracting her. By the time she walked from the dorm to the class, she could feel the tops of her thighs slick with her juices, and her clit would be throbbing with an aching need to make it. She soon found that giving in to that need was a mistake. Kate could remember her first class and the desperate need she had to orgasm by the time she managed the walk to class. She could barely sit still, listening to the lecturer drone on and on, all the while her mind was distracted by the sensations flowing from her breasts to her aching pussy. Eventually the class ended and she almost ran to the restrooms, eager to find an empty stall, eager to relieve the ache between her thighs.

Closing the door with a slam, Kate slumped down onto the seat and quickly hoisting her skirt up around her waist, she exposed her swollen pussy to her quick and eager fingers. Resting the index and ring fingers on either labia, she let her middle finger slip between her swollen lips. Kate bit down on a moan as she felt her finger make contact with her clit, a clit so swollen that she was sure she could feel the ridges on her finger as she lightly ran the tip over her button-like clit. It only took a moment for her finger to work its magic. She let out a low, shuddering groan as she came hard.

Letting herself make it turned out to be a mistake though, after she came down off her high, Kate realized that her body was even more sensitive, the slightest touch almost being too much to bear. The brush of her top against her breasts and nipples changed from an arousing caress to the most exquisite torture. Every shift sent shivers through her as her body tried to respond to the caress of the material. But she was spent and even that light touch was too much.

After that, Kate had to settle for being permanently turned on in class, always trying to sit alone, so that her classmates wouldn't get too close and realize just how aroused she was. If class was bad, then sharing her room with Claire was worse. She couldn't remember Claire being around so much before but she hadn't paid too much attention to Claire's comings and goings. Now it seemed that Claire was up and around before her, and she was there when she got back from class. It seemed to Kate that Claire didn't want to leave her alone for a moment, and that was damn frustrating.

The only thing that made the situation bearable was the fact that, although Clair couldn't take her eyes off her breasts, she didn't make a move on her. Instead, Claire just let her eyes do the talking while Kate was uneasy with what she saw there. It got so bad for her that Kate started to avert her eyes, usually fixating on a spot on the floor, anything to avoid that predatory look.



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In her heart she knew that such behavior, instead of putting Claire off, would in all likelihood attract her even more, but she couldn't seem to break herself of this newly forming habit. It was so much easier not to look at her when they talked than to see that desire.

As the days passed, Kate's thoughts couldn't help revisit the self bondage session that had gotten her into this state. Although she was finding it tougher than she thought she would, she found that she really did enjoy the feeling of near permanent arousal. She could feel the need to be restrained building up in her again, if only Claire would leave her some time alone.

The desire for some serious self-bondage was becoming almost unbearable, when Kate had a lucky break. Returning to their rooms, Kate found a note from Claire, telling her that she had been called away on a family emergency and that she'd be back tomorrow. Claire ended the note with, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Kate couldn't decide whether this was a challenge or a dare. She decided that she would risk this being some sort of a set up. After all, she knew that Claire had designs on her and didn't put it past her to fake the note so that she could come back and surprise her again. Nevertheless, she had been turned on all day and here was an opportunity to indulge herself, albeit a somewhat risky indulgence.

Deciding that she had no time to waste, she dashed into her room, and feeling a little bit daring, she quickly put on her ball gag. There was something helplessly decadent about the feel of the cool rubber as it forced her jaws apart, making her salivate uncontrollably. Just this tiny act set her heart racing and her clit was throbbing, hard. Her mind racing ahead to what she could manage. Kate guessed that Claire would be gone for a good few hours, and maybe all night, but assuming an all-nighter might be a terrible miscalculation.

Working deftly, she took her string and the keys to her wrist cuffs, and went into the kitchenette, and she set about freezing the key into a block of ice. She'd carefully marked out on the plastic container how much time it would take for the ice to melt and for the key to drop, and not wanting to tempt fate, she regretfully poured only enough water for an hours time. She wished it could be longer but she didn't want Claire to find her helpless again.

While the ice froze, she quickly assembled the rest of her bondage gear, the spreader bar, the butt plug, the ankle and wrist cuffs, chain, and her clover clamps. Nodding to herself as she checked off all the toys she needed, she cursed when she realized that she'd almost forgotten her vibe, briefly turning it on, checking the batteries.

Her first task was to thread the chain through the eyebolt that she had found when she first moved into the room, taking care that the chain slid freely. To one end of the chain, she attached the wrist cuffs; to the other she attached the clover clamps.

Walking quickly back into the kitchen she saw that the rapid freezer had done its work and her key was safely frozen in its block of ice. She deftly tied the free end of the string to the eyebolt so that the ice hung freely. Now all she had to do was wait an hour and her key would drop into her hands.

Stripping, she wasn't surprised to find that the tops of her thighs were coated with her juices. She had been trying to ignore the hard, insistent ache that demanded release; she wanted to draw this out as long as possible, well for about an hour actually, before she came. Her clit was hard, throbbing in time to her pulse and Kate felt so turned on, so naughty. The threat of Claire’s return was adding a dangerous edge to her play.

Stepping into the spreader bar, she bent down and quickly did up the ankle restraints. She would have smiled but for the gag, as she felt the strain in her thighs as the bar held her legs widespread.

Pausing only a moment, she turned on her rabbit vibe and slowly slid it along her slightly parted inner lips. The feel of the vibrations passed to her clit through her labia, almost, but not quite, tipping her into an orgasm.

She let the tip tease her, feeling the head as it swirled in its circular motion, before slowly sliding it deep in her. She let out a little moan as the vibe filled her completely, diving deep into her wet pussy. A little twist and she could feel the ears of the rabbit nestle against her demanding clit, sending a fresh source of vibration through her.

Tensing the muscles buried deep within her, she gripped the vibe to keep it from falling out. She knew that this would be a challenge but if she used her panties to keep the evil toy in her, then she would make it all too fast. Taking a breath, she reached round and slid the plug against her ass. This part always made her feel naughty and decadent. The cool steel as the tip of the plug pressed against her tight sphincter sent a shiver through her, almost distracting her from keeping the vibe buried deep within her.

She pressed just a little and groaned in pleasure as the plug forced its way into her ass, adding to the full feeling. She could feel the vibe pressing against the thin membrane that separated her two toys, and the movement as the vibe swirled in her was almost too much. She desperately needed something to distract her mind a little, or this would be one of her shortest sessions. She could feel her orgasm building, insistent and demanding immediate relief, but she wanted to ride this sexual high a little while longer.

Taking the clover clamps, she opened the jaws, and settled them onto her nipples, as near the base of each as the rings around them allowed. She let out a sharp hiss of pain as the clamps bit, temporarily setting her orgasm back. Kate knew her own body too well though and she knew that soon, the bite of the clamps would transform into exquisite pleasure, adding to the building heat between her thighs.

After a quick check that she hadn't forgotten anything, she raised her arms, and slipped them into the awaiting cuffs. Now her arms were held high above her head, held there by the chains that attached them to the clamps. Any lowering of her arms now would tug on the clamps, squeezing and tugging on her nipples even further.

As she swayed there, concentrating on keeping her muscles taut, holding her vibe deep in her, she could feel the ache in her breasts and nipples slowly change, transforming into a new sexy feeling.

Experimentally, she lowered her arms a little, seeing just how the clamps would respond, and immediately raised them again, as they bit into her tender nipples a little too hard. Instead, she concentrated on the play between the vibe and her butt plug, revelling in the sensations that were coursing through her.

Lowering her arms a little, she rode the fine line between pain and pleasure, always edging a little closer towards her long awaited relief. She could feel her juices slipping past the vibe and coating her thighs where they cooled in the slight draft of the air conditioning.

Closing her eyes, she let herself go, and let the insistent need take over, carefully juggling her arms to bring the right amount of pressure on her aching nipples. She could feel the ears of the rabbit caress her clit, taking her towards what she was sure would be an explosive orgasm.

Just as she reached the point of no return, the rabbit let out a shudder and slowed right up, barely moving in her, its movements not enough to give her that final push. Kate's mind raced, "This shouldn't be happening," she thought, “I put in new batteries last week and I haven’t used it that much since.” It was damn frustrating; her vibe had gone from a source of increasing pleasure to a demon toy that was keeping her on edge without letting her make it.

She raised her head and looked at the ice, and saw that her key was almost free, she'd only have to endure this for a couple of minutes longer, then she could free her arms and use her hands to bring herself to the long awaited release that she so desperately craved.

Try as she might, the thrice damned vibe was keeping her just on edge enough, horny enough that she knew it wouldn’t take much to bring her off, but not enough to allow her to make it in her current situation.

Finally, the key dropped and Kate pounced on it, eager to free her arms from the chains. She was looking forward to burying her fingers deep in her aching pussy, quickly stroking and circling her clit until she made it.

Grabbing the key wasn't too difficult and she slid the key home, eagerly awaiting the welcome click that would announce her freedom. Try as she might, the key wouldn't turn! Puzzled, Kate tried the other cuff thinking that this was just a temporary setback, but the key didn't work in the other cuff either. Desperately, Kate racked her mind, trying to make sense of the situation, but she couldn't. She kept the keys secure, clearly marked, so that this sort of accident couldn't happen.

The ringing of the phone broke her introspection and her heart dropped like a stone when she heard Claire's dulcet tones as the phone switched to voice mail. "Kate, not sure if you're hearing this, but I thought I’d give you a chance, that is if you weren’t too eager to make use of my absence." Kate heard a wicked giggle as she continued, "I was a little naughty. I swapped your keys around. See you soon, bye."

Kate's head swam with the news, Claire had sabotaged her keys, setting her up for who knows what and in her haste to take advantage of her absence, and she’d fallen right into her trap.

Kate didn't have long to wait until she heard a key in the lock and that, in itself, was very suspicious. It was as if Claire had been watching her all along, waiting for the right moment to strike.

She could only stand there as Claire entered the room, a wicked grin on her face and a set of keys in her hand. "My, my, what's this?" she asked as she stopped in front of Kate. "I see that you couldn't resist after all." With that, she reached out a hand, and slowly, slid the vibe part way out of her, before sliding it back and then whipping it out. Kate couldn't take her eyes off Claire's hand as she slowly brought the vibe up to her mouth and parted her lips, letting her tongue slide slowly along the length of the vibe tasting Kate's fresh juices.

"Hmm," Claire said, "pre-orgasmic, if I'm not mistaken. It seems that I'm just in time." With that, Claire causally tossed the vibe to the floor. Kate couldn't believe her eyes or ears; her mind, also, was racing with Claire's comment. Kate struggled to comprehend how Claire could tell from just a taste that she hadn't made it. As if she was a mind reader, Claire added, "Don't worry pet, you'll learn in time to tell the difference."

With those worrying remarks, Claire disappeared into her own room, returning after a moment, holding in her hand something small and shiny. She stood close in front of Kate, well inside her personal space, almost threateningly close.

Her eyes tracked Claire’s hand as it brought the shiny object close, and Kate recognized it as a ring, a ring that matched the ones she currently wore around her breasts and nipples. Seeing the dawning realization in her eyes, Claire added, "That’s right. This tiny ring is to complete your set."

With that, she stepped back, turned and disappeared into Kate’s room. In a mater of moments, she returned with one of the heavy clamps Kate had used earlier, and the vacuum. It became obvious to Kate that Claire had practiced this moment and she watched as Claire attached the ring to the tip of the vacuum nozzle, and then to the clamp. Adjusting it slightly, Claire pointed the nozzle right between Kate’s widespread legs, the ring and vacuum pointed straight at her clit. Kate couldn’t take her eyes off the ring, and the threat that it promised. She knew by experience that having her breasts and nipples permanently bound was tough enough, but if her clit were bound the same way, then she'd be a slave to her clit, an engorged clit that would demand relief almost every waking moment.

Shaking her head, she tried to convey to Claire that she wasn't going to play, but the gag muffled all intelligible communication. Claire raised her hand and patted Kate on the cheek, "Just remember the choice is all yours," she said, before lowering her hand and raking her nails along to top of Kate's right breast.

The shock of the touch made Kate start and she felt the vacuum press into her sex, almost trapping her before she had a chance. With a jerk, she thrust her hips back, freeing her clit from the lure of the suction.



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Kate watched as Claire settled onto the sofa and slowly slides her left hand up and under her t-shirt. She couldn't believe it; Claire was going to use her predicament as a way of getting off.

Kate could not take her eyes of Claire's hand as it slowly disappeared under her shirt. The way the material stretched to accommodate her hand as it made it's way towards her breast was hypnotic. She felt herself starting to respond to this sexy sight. She tried to take her eyes off Claire, but every time her gaze shifted, Claire would let out a little moan, attracting her attention again.

Kate wasn't too surprised when she saw Claire undo the tops of her jeans and slide her other hand between her legs. Kate felt slightly ashamed to be used this way, as a living image for someone to get off. Even as she thought this, her body betrayed her with a fresh stirring in her loins. It seemed that her clit had a mind of its own, and it so desperately wanted relief, even if that relief brought consequences.

Kate had to admit that Claire made a sexy sight as she lay on the couch, her hands hidden from direct view, but the way her top and jeans moved left little to the imagination.

Claire's breathing shortened as she came closer to her orgasm and Kate found herself breathing in time, her body synchronizing with Claire’s.

As close as she was, she realized that she couldn’t just make it like this and that damned ring was going to be needed to bring her off. Gently she thrust her hips forward, trying to balance the feel of the ring as it vibrated against her clit and the suction that threatened to trap her.

She just about managed to get it so that the ring was stimulating her towards a great orgasm without slipping onto her clit when Claire opened her eyes, and taking in the situation told her, "Cum for me Kate, cum for me."

Claire’s hand seemed to writhe quicker and quicker as she played with herself, her eyes drinking in the sight of the helpless Kate, and Kate found herself thrusting her hips against the ring in time with Claire.

With a low growl, Claire orgasmed, her limbs trembling as she got off on the sight of Kate and her predicament. The sight and sound of Claire's orgasm tipped Kate over the edge. She could feel the tight metal band slipping onto her clit but she no longer knew nor cared. The feeling as her clit was squeezed into the ring was sheer heaven as she started to cum. Her clit was thumping in time to her pulse as her blood fought it's way past the constricting band, magnifying the intensity of her release.

Kate was crying out "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" as one orgasm followed another. She'd never been multi-orgasmic before but the feel of the tight ring as it hit the base of her clit, leaving the tip swollen and exposed. The vacuum was sucking cool air past the incredibly sensitive tip, sending fresh waves of pleasure shooing through her. Her thighs were trembling with the strain of keeping her upright as she kept on cumming.

In a daze, she hung her head, totally spent. Her limbs felt so weak, as if she'd ran a marathon. She barely noticed when Claire pressed the right key into her hand, and left her there, along with the parting words "You're definitely a keeper!"


Author - lofwyrkp [lofwyrkp1{at}hotmail{dot}com]

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Kate's Test

Story Codes - F-f, f-self, reluctant, bodymod, self-bondage, toys


Part 1

"Finally!" Kate though, her roommate had finally finished packing and had left for home. She had thought that this moment would never arrive, Claire had taken so long to get packed, and it looked that she'd never get the flat to herself.

These past months had been hard on her, having to share with a stranger, after having own bedroom for so long. She’d tried to get on with Claire, but she’d found it hard to do. She was just too set in her ways to accept another sharing her personal space.


They’d had a few chats, getting to know each other a little better, but she never felt quite comfortable around her. There was something about Claire that made her wary of opening up too much. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but had a feeling that Claire was way too interested in her.

She’d known some predatory girls back at high school, and she every so often Claire had that same predatory look, usually when she thought that she wasn’t being watched. That look or whatever it was had stopped her from opening too much to her.

She knew that no matter how innocently they chatted, no matter how innocently Claire always seemed to bring the subject around to boys and sex, she had this inner sense not to open up to her, no matter how outlandish and bizarre Claire’s own tales were. There was no way she would ever confess to loving the feeling of being the helpless damsel, of being the maiden being tested and tormented before her prince charming arrived to save her.

So for this first term she'd had to restrict herself to subtle and “restrained fun”. All she could manage with sharing the room with Claire was the quiet use of her favourite handcuffs. She often slipped into bed, and slid her hand under the edge of the bed to quietly pull the cuffs from their hiding place. Just the touch of the cool steel turned her on, making her nipples harden ever so slightly.

She'd slip each wrist into the cuffs, and burying her hands under her duvet she's close them until she heard that faint "click" telling her that she was trapped. She would have preferred to cuff her hands behind her back, but sharing with Claire made that impossible, too greater a risk of being caught, so she'd had to settle for this.

Even so, imperfect as it was, it was such a turn on to her, and quite often she rolled onto her front, pressing her breasts into the mattress, her cuffed hands busy between her thighs, eagerly stroking that hard, slick centre, her hips grinding into the mattress as she bit the pillow to stifle the sounds of her release.

Now, with Claire gone for the long weekend, she had the place to herself, and she could indulge herself to her hearts content. Almost all the other students had taken the opportunity to get away from the pressures of university life, so she told the odd little white lie, telling all that she too was going home for the weekend.

"Right" she thought, "First things first" as she made her way to the kitchen. Taking a Tupperware bowl, she carefully coiled up her release string, making sure that either end was free of the water filled bowl. One end was the loop that hooked over the nail she'd hung picture from; the other contained the keys that would open up the cuffs.

As she left the water to freeze, she returned to her room, to set up the reminder of the necessary equipment. Just the thought of what she was about to do made her legs go weak and sent shivers through her. She could feel the familiar tingling in her nipples, and she just knew that her panties had a huge damp patch, she was that excited. After all she'd been looking forward to this moment for so long.

She worked quickly, eager to get everything set up so that she could begin. As she moved the chair, wrong way round to its position under the nail, she tried to remember the exact moment when she decided to test herself in this way. Ever since she could remember she'd loved the idea of being the helpless heroine, but even that hadn't been enough for her. From this simple beginning had grown the desire to be tested, to be challenged. Her favourite fantasies always contained the same, familiar elements; a heroine, bondage, lots of great sex, and a challenge that had to be overcome so that she could be freed. Somewhere along the way it she had settled on this current plan.

What made it the more exciting was the fact that if she failed, everyone would know about it, well not all the details exactly, just that she'd done something outside the norm.

She'd laid the groundwork almost from the beginning of her university days, by joining in on the bitch sessions, making fun at those girls who had decided to augment what God had given them naturally. It hadn't taken long for her to make a bit of a name as a radical, one of those women who looked down at those women who'd undergone surgery.

It was only much later had she found out that Claire had undergone surgery herself, not for vanities sake, but to repair the damage from a bad car accident. She’d tried to make amends about her comments, but this topic had been the one unspoken disagreement between them.

Satisfied that the legs of the chair were in the right position, she went to her trunk, locked as always, as she definitely didn't want Claire to see what she kept away from prying eyes.

Inside were her vibrators, the rest of her cuffs, her clamps, and most importantly, her latest additions, four heavy, titanium rings, in two sets of two.

As she held them, she wondered if she could really go through with this, was the risk worth the probably intense emotions she’d be going through. If she couldn’t last the distance she'd end up marking herself, probably forever. Even as her mind wondered about the wisdom of her plan, she couldn't take her eyes of the rings.

The larger pair had a circumference that would just slip over her breasts, gripping them in a cold, hard bondage. She'd practised breast bondage before, safely at home, and had discovered exactly the right diameter that would cause her breasts to swell, to be held proud and taught. She had been blessed with a natural D cup, which needed the support of a decent bra. When she'd bound them up tight, she had found that they didn't show any signs of sagging, that they pointed straight out of her chest. She'd tried walking, even jogging, and they hadn't moved, well not much, they were just this solid mass of flesh, looking exactly as if she'd had them stuffed full of silicone.

The breast rings, as she thought of them were an inch deep, to emphasise the unnatural shape they'd force her breast to take. If she failed then these would adorn the base of her breasts, making low cut tops, bikini's etc a thing of the past.

The inner surface of each of the rings had been engraved with lots of tiny teeth, all set to face the same way. These would slip on easy enough, but the teeth would dig into her skin, preventing removal.

Next to the larger pair was a similar pair, just smaller, ready to take her nipples into the same restrictive bondage. If these ever got unto her nipples, she’d be forced to go around with permanently hard nipples, nipples which would poke through pretty much anything that she currently owned.

All that was left to do was to set up the lab equipment that she'd "borrowed." It had been too easy to wander past the chemistry labs, and to take the odd set of supports used to support all that chemical apparatus.

It took longer than she would have thought to get the supports holding the bands set up just right. Eventually she had them set just as she’d imagined them. Now if she lowered her breasts onto her apparatus, the larger bands would grip her breasts and the smaller ones, her nipples.

Next came the silk cord, for strength, which was threaded through the rings, and tied to her favourite nipple clamps. These were something special, they didn't open up from side to side, and instead they opened like a grabber, like those you got at the fun fair for grabbing the stuffed toy. These would grab her nipples evenly around the tip, holding them ever so tight.

The silk cord led from the clamps, through the rings, around the simple pulley she'd fitted to the base of each set of supports, and into the bathroom, where the cords were looped over the shower rail and tied to a bucket, which was set underneath the shower head.

Even though setting up the necessary equipment had taken a little time, in fact longer than she'd originally thought, it hadn't dampened her excitement; if anything it had only increased the depth of her desire.
Her nipples were already aching, and she hadn't even attached the clamps yet! All that was left to do was to retrieve the now frozen length of string, and to set up the finishing touches.

She quickly stripped, and got her vibrators ready. She always felt so sluttish, getting ready. There was something pretty decadent in kneeling on the edge of the bed, naked, with a handful of vibrating toys. First up, literally, was her anal vibe. A quick slide into her hot pussy, and it was covered with enough of her juices to enable it to slide into her ass with little trouble.

She knelt there, enjoying the way her ass slowly opened up to accommodate the intruder, first past the outer ring, a pause, then past the inner. It wasn't that large, but it felt that way once she'd nestled it deep in her ass.

Next was the vibe for her pussy, this was a little larger, curved slightly so that it pressed against her clit from the inside. Together they filled her pretty full.

Finally was her butterfly vibe, carefully placed over her hard and expectant clit. Moving carefully, she then stepped into her tight latex pair of panties. These she slowly slid up her legs, until they firmly gripped her ass, ensuring that all her toys would be held in place.

Next up was her gag; somehow loosing the ability to speak was such a turn on. The feel of the soft rubber as it slipped behind her teeth, holding her mouth open, was such a rush. With deft practice she did up the buckles, ensuring that she couldn't shake the gag off.

Gingerly she went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower, until there was a slow and steady drip of water into the awaiting bucket. Moving as quickly as she could, she returned to the set up by the chairs and before she could have too many doubts, she cuffed her ankles to the chair. Now she was held firmly in place, all that was left was to turn on all of her toys, and to bend forward and to slip the clamps over her nipples.

She paused, for a moment, it wasn't too late to back out, but before she could really articulate the thought, she cuffed her hands behind her back, trapping her in her own experiment. As the cuff closed around her wrist; she felt a heady rush that left her weak. It was too late for her to have second thoughts now. Now she'd have to endure her test until the ice melted and dropped the keys into her hands.

She could feel the vibrators all working between her thighs, trapped in her latex panties. What made them work so well on her was the fact that they all pulsed at different rates. One would be on, then another, then two, and eventually they would synchronise and she'd get the full effect of all three working their way on her.

This moment was so intense, such a turn on; she had to fight the need to make it. She could already feel the pull of the weight of water in the bucket, and she could watch as her breasts were being pulled towards the waiting bands. If she came now, she'd come off her high too soon, and she'd be unable to withstand the steadily increasing pull until her hands were free.

Stifling a groan, she tried to think of something else, like numbers tables, but the thrice damned vibrators were working their magic on her tender parts.

Currently her anal vibe was working in harmony with the butterfly on her clit, sending shudders through her, and the pull on her tits was just enough to help turn her on more and more.

She could feel her pussy awash with her juices, the panties trapping her juices next to her skin, making her feel all slick and hot. The butterfly cut out, to be replaced with her pussy vibe. The feel of it as it vibrated against her anal intruder was almost too much. She could feel the thin membrane that separated them being pounded into submission.

All the while the pull on her nipples increased, and she had to lean forward, trying to reduce the pull on her nipples.

She was lost in that moment, between heaven and hell. Her nipples and breasts were becoming increasingly painful, but the combination of vibrators and the situation she was in was just keeping her too turned on to care.

She was startled out of her fugue by the feel of the cool metal as her breasts brushed against the top of the bands. She's almost got too lost in the moment and had almost fallen into her own trap.



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Taking a deep breath she pulled herself more upright, but the strain on her breast was incredible. The pain was just on the edge of being too much for her, but the toys kept things almost bearable.

She was shocked to realise that this time she maybe had set her sights too high, and she desperately turned her head, trying to judge how much longer it would take for the ice to melt, but judging from the amount of ice she could just catch a glimpse of, she realised that she’d well misjudged how much she could take.

Again she felt her breast meet the cool bands, but this time coincided with all three of her vibrators switching on together. This boost was all she needed to lift herself up again, She was poised right on the edge of making it. It felt that this moment could go on forever, balanced as she was.

Her heart leapt into her throat when she heard a key in the lock. She was supposed to be alone for the weekend. "Kate" she heard Claire call, "I've a surprise for you" she said as she opened the door and stepped into the room.

Claire's mouth just hung there, open, catching flies as she tried to make sense of the scene in front of her. There was her roommate, Kate, naked apart from a pair of black, shiny panties, her breasts stretched into an incredible shape by the weight pulling on them.

After an eternity, Claire managed a half hearted explanation, "I’d forgotten my reading texts and I though I’d best come back and retrieve them." and with that Claire leaned against he door frame, trying to make sense of the muffled sounds coming from Kate’s gagged mouth.

Regaining her composure, Claire then stood, and her eyes followed the string from nipples to bathroom. "I always thought you were a secretive one" she said, "and now I know exactly what you’d been holding back from me"

Kate, for her part, wanted nothing more to drop through the floor, the shock at being discovered had jump started her mind, and for the moment she managed to forget the pleasures and pains that were coursing through her body.

She tried to make Claire understand that she just wanted release, so that she could sort of explain everything, but all she could manage were muffled, unintelligible gibberish.

She watched as Claire returned from the bathroom, her fingers tracing along the silk cord, until the met the bands that had been threatening to trap her breasts.

"Oh My!" Claire exclaimed, "I see what you were doing, and here I thought you absolutely hated girls with artificial breasts. Now I know how much you wanted to be like them"

"But I don't" was Kate’s mental cry, "It was just a test" she thought, knowing full well that Claire was ignoring her gagged cries.

At that moment the vibes kicked in again, taking her mind of Claire, and back to her predicament. Her thighs were aching, and she knew that the next time all three set off together would be the time she came. Already she'd lasted longer than she thought she would have managed, the threat of the bands had been just enough to hold her off from making it.

As she concentrated on the feelings deep within her, and tried to block out the terrible tugging on her breasts, she watched, fugue like as Claire walked past her, and deftly removed the key from the hook.

"I'm sorry Kate, but I really want to see how this works out" was Claire’s response to the question in her eyes. “I’ve often lain in bad, listening to your furtive movements, wondering how I could ensnare you, and all the while all I had to do was to wait and you’d fall into my hands”

With that, Claire quickly dived into the bathroom and returned with a bottle of baby oil. "Let me help" Claire cooed cruelly, liberally covering her hands with the oil.

Kneeling beside Kate, Claire then gently took her straining breasts in hand, and softly massaged them, working the oil into the taught, stretched flesh. "Doesn't that feel good?" she asked, as she slowly cupped her hands and started to gently squeeze her tits, squeezing them as if she were milking a cow. Kate found she couldn't disagree. The feel of Claire's hands as they massaged her aching breasts was such a pleasant and unexpected turn on.

Claire tilted her head, seeming to listen to the pitch of the vibrators as they kicked in, one after another until all three were working their magic on Kate's trapped body. Claire could visibly see Kate’s struggle with the sensations that were running through the centre of her being, and the strain of keeping her breasts free of the bands that would trap them.

Judging her moment to perfection, Claire put her hand between Kate's shoulder blades, and pressed down firmly, forcing Kate's torso towards the floor.

Kate couldn't resist the pressure, and she felt her oiled breasts slip into the bands. "Oh My God!" Kate thought as she felt the bands constrict her breasts as they slipped onto them. "Claire, STOP!" she tried to say, but if Claire understood, she showed no signs of obeying.

The feel of the bands as they slid along her taught breasts and permanently trapped them was the final straw, and Kate could feel her orgasm building deep within her. She forgot what was happening to her, what it would mean for her future, and instead just concentrated on the feelings, from the vibes in her ass, pussy and on her clit, to the feel of the cool metal as it slipped around her breasts.

With a guttural cry, her hips started to buck as she came, and came hard. Her whole body felt as if she were on fire. She could feel herself make it time and time again, until she was totally lost in the intense feelings that were coursing through her. Some dim part of her brain was vaguely aware that she had clumped down, and with Claire's help her nipples too were now banded.

Her limbs were still trembling as Claire undid all the cuffs and clamps, freeing her, before helping her onto the bed. She could feel Claire’s fingers tracing around the bands, stroking and fondling her breasts which were now turning a fetching shade of pinky purple.

“Now Kate” Claire cruelly cooed, “We both know what you’ve done, and I think that this will be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”


Part 2

Kate knew that she was very lucky in that Claire hadn't pressed herself on her while she was in that vulnerable state; instead Claire had just given her a look, a look that was cool and very calculating. Kate could feel the heat of Claire's eyes as she drank in the image of her, and in the end, she had to look away, her eyes downcast, wishing for Claire to leave. Eventually she heard the door close and she was alone again, left with the certain knowledge that she had taken the first step upon a journey, and she had no idea where it was leading.

As she started to put away all her toys and makeshift equipment, Kate realized that her new breasts, well not new exactly, but reshaped breasts were going to take a little getting used to. No longer did they gently bobble as she walked; they remained firm and full, jutting stiffly out in front of her. As Kate stood in front of the mirror, turning from side to side, her eyes took in her new look. Her breasts were a fetching shade of ruddy pink, contrasting against her pale skin. They stood high on her chest, a bit higher than normal, the nipples sticking straight out, like two little buttons.

Kate tried jumping up and down and wasn't surprised to find that they remained firm and unmoving, at least, she thought, she could run without needing a sports bra, one good thing she supposed, not that she ran for fun anyway.

It wasn't until a few days later that Kate realized that maybe she'd gone too far with her fantasy. Her clothing was the first of her problems that she had to address. She tried on one of her t-shirts, but all that did was attract attention to her reshaped breasts. The material clung snugly to every enforced curve, no longer reaching her waist. Her banded nipples tried to poke holes through the material, and it didn't take too much of a close look to see the bands that encircled her nipples. She tried on top after top, some tighter than others, but all they did was to attract attention to her breasts, and especially her nipples.

Having said that, Kate had to admit to her secret self that the image she saw looking back at her in the mirror was sexy, in a very skanky way. As she turned round and round, viewing herself, she couldn't help but feel the first stirrings in her pussy. She could feel her labia start to swell, pressing against her waking clit. Standing in profile, looking at her jutting breasts, she watched her face colour in a heady mix of embarrassment and arousal as she imagined walking through the mall, letting all the horny teenagers get a good look at her.

"Not just yet" Kate thought, not really ready to go out dressed like, well she wasn't quite sure what, but it certainly wasn't decent.

After the tighter tops, Kate tried on her loose ones, shirts that could just be tied at the waist, old, loose jumpers and the like. While they had the desired effect of hiding just how firm and high her breasts were, they brought their own problems. As she walked around her room, getting used to the new feelings coursing through her, she realized that the material ever so slightly shifted as she walked. The effect of that little movement on her heightened nipples was electric. Every shift in her top brought the feel of each individual thread as it rubbed across her taught nipples. It felt like her pussy and nipples were connected to the same electric circuit.

The more she moved around, the more her nipples were rubbed, and the faster her pussy flooded with her juices, and the more turned on she became.

In the end she settled into a routine, although settled didn't adequately describe her situation. While at class, she wore her loosest tops, trying to hide from her classmates her changed breasts, although this had the effect of distracting her. By the time she walked from the dorm to the class, she could feel the tops of her thighs slick with her juices, and her clit would be throbbing with an aching need to make it. She soon found that giving in to that need was a mistake. Kate could remember her first class and the desperate need she had to orgasm by the time she managed the walk to class. She could barely sit still, listening to the lecturer drone on and on, all the while her mind was distracted by the sensations flowing from her breasts to her aching pussy. Eventually the class ended and she almost ran to the restrooms, eager to find an empty stall, eager to relieve the ache between her thighs.

Closing the door with a slam, Kate slumped down onto the seat and quickly hoisting her skirt up around her waist, she exposed her swollen pussy to her quick and eager fingers. Resting the index and ring fingers on either labia, she let her middle finger slip between her swollen lips. Kate bit down on a moan as she felt her finger make contact with her clit, a clit so swollen that she was sure she could feel the ridges on her finger as she lightly ran the tip over her button-like clit. It only took a moment for her finger to work its magic. She let out a low, shuddering groan as she came hard.

Letting herself make it turned out to be a mistake though, after she came down off her high, Kate realized that her body was even more sensitive, the slightest touch almost being too much to bear. The brush of her top against her breasts and nipples changed from an arousing caress to the most exquisite torture. Every shift sent shivers through her as her body tried to respond to the caress of the material. But she was spent and even that light touch was too much.

After that, Kate had to settle for being permanently turned on in class, always trying to sit alone, so that her classmates wouldn't get too close and realize just how aroused she was. If class was bad, then sharing her room with Claire was worse. She couldn't remember Claire being around so much before but she hadn't paid too much attention to Claire's comings and goings. Now it seemed that Claire was up and around before her, and she was there when she got back from class. It seemed to Kate that Claire didn't want to leave her alone for a moment, and that was damn frustrating.

The only thing that made the situation bearable was the fact that, although Clair couldn't take her eyes off her breasts, she didn't make a move on her. Instead, Claire just let her eyes do the talking while Kate was uneasy with what she saw there. It got so bad for her that Kate started to avert her eyes, usually fixating on a spot on the floor, anything to avoid that predatory look.



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In her heart she knew that such behavior, instead of putting Claire off, would in all likelihood attract her even more, but she couldn't seem to break herself of this newly forming habit. It was so much easier not to look at her when they talked than to see that desire.

As the days passed, Kate's thoughts couldn't help revisit the self bondage session that had gotten her into this state. Although she was finding it tougher than she thought she would, she found that she really did enjoy the feeling of near permanent arousal. She could feel the need to be restrained building up in her again, if only Claire would leave her some time alone.

The desire for some serious self-bondage was becoming almost unbearable, when Kate had a lucky break. Returning to their rooms, Kate found a note from Claire, telling her that she had been called away on a family emergency and that she'd be back tomorrow. Claire ended the note with, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Kate couldn't decide whether this was a challenge or a dare. She decided that she would risk this being some sort of a set up. After all, she knew that Claire had designs on her and didn't put it past her to fake the note so that she could come back and surprise her again. Nevertheless, she had been turned on all day and here was an opportunity to indulge herself, albeit a somewhat risky indulgence.

Deciding that she had no time to waste, she dashed into her room, and feeling a little bit daring, she quickly put on her ball gag. There was something helplessly decadent about the feel of the cool rubber as it forced her jaws apart, making her salivate uncontrollably. Just this tiny act set her heart racing and her clit was throbbing, hard. Her mind racing ahead to what she could manage. Kate guessed that Claire would be gone for a good few hours, and maybe all night, but assuming an all-nighter might be a terrible miscalculation.

Working deftly, she took her string and the keys to her wrist cuffs, and went into the kitchenette, and she set about freezing the key into a block of ice. She'd carefully marked out on the plastic container how much time it would take for the ice to melt and for the key to drop, and not wanting to tempt fate, she regretfully poured only enough water for an hours time. She wished it could be longer but she didn't want Claire to find her helpless again.

While the ice froze, she quickly assembled the rest of her bondage gear, the spreader bar, the butt plug, the ankle and wrist cuffs, chain, and her clover clamps. Nodding to herself as she checked off all the toys she needed, she cursed when she realized that she'd almost forgotten her vibe, briefly turning it on, checking the batteries.

Her first task was to thread the chain through the eyebolt that she had found when she first moved into the room, taking care that the chain slid freely. To one end of the chain, she attached the wrist cuffs; to the other she attached the clover clamps.

Walking quickly back into the kitchen she saw that the rapid freezer had done its work and her key was safely frozen in its block of ice. She deftly tied the free end of the string to the eyebolt so that the ice hung freely. Now all she had to do was wait an hour and her key would drop into her hands.

Stripping, she wasn't surprised to find that the tops of her thighs were coated with her juices. She had been trying to ignore the hard, insistent ache that demanded release; she wanted to draw this out as long as possible, well for about an hour actually, before she came. Her clit was hard, throbbing in time to her pulse and Kate felt so turned on, so naughty. The threat of Claire’s return was adding a dangerous edge to her play.

Stepping into the spreader bar, she bent down and quickly did up the ankle restraints. She would have smiled but for the gag, as she felt the strain in her thighs as the bar held her legs widespread.

Pausing only a moment, she turned on her rabbit vibe and slowly slid it along her slightly parted inner lips. The feel of the vibrations passed to her clit through her labia, almost, but not quite, tipping her into an orgasm.

She let the tip tease her, feeling the head as it swirled in its circular motion, before slowly sliding it deep in her. She let out a little moan as the vibe filled her completely, diving deep into her wet pussy. A little twist and she could feel the ears of the rabbit nestle against her demanding clit, sending a fresh source of vibration through her.

Tensing the muscles buried deep within her, she gripped the vibe to keep it from falling out. She knew that this would be a challenge but if she used her panties to keep the evil toy in her, then she would make it all too fast. Taking a breath, she reached round and slid the plug against her ass. This part always made her feel naughty and decadent. The cool steel as the tip of the plug pressed against her tight sphincter sent a shiver through her, almost distracting her from keeping the vibe buried deep within her.

She pressed just a little and groaned in pleasure as the plug forced its way into her ass, adding to the full feeling. She could feel the vibe pressing against the thin membrane that separated her two toys, and the movement as the vibe swirled in her was almost too much. She desperately needed something to distract her mind a little, or this would be one of her shortest sessions. She could feel her orgasm building, insistent and demanding immediate relief, but she wanted to ride this sexual high a little while longer.

Taking the clover clamps, she opened the jaws, and settled them onto her nipples, as near the base of each as the rings around them allowed. She let out a sharp hiss of pain as the clamps bit, temporarily setting her orgasm back. Kate knew her own body too well though and she knew that soon, the bite of the clamps would transform into exquisite pleasure, adding to the building heat between her thighs.

After a quick check that she hadn't forgotten anything, she raised her arms, and slipped them into the awaiting cuffs. Now her arms were held high above her head, held there by the chains that attached them to the clamps. Any lowering of her arms now would tug on the clamps, squeezing and tugging on her nipples even further.

As she swayed there, concentrating on keeping her muscles taut, holding her vibe deep in her, she could feel the ache in her breasts and nipples slowly change, transforming into a new sexy feeling.

Experimentally, she lowered her arms a little, seeing just how the clamps would respond, and immediately raised them again, as they bit into her tender nipples a little too hard. Instead, she concentrated on the play between the vibe and her butt plug, revelling in the sensations that were coursing through her.

Lowering her arms a little, she rode the fine line between pain and pleasure, always edging a little closer towards her long awaited relief. She could feel her juices slipping past the vibe and coating her thighs where they cooled in the slight draft of the air conditioning.

Closing her eyes, she let herself go, and let the insistent need take over, carefully juggling her arms to bring the right amount of pressure on her aching nipples. She could feel the ears of the rabbit caress her clit, taking her towards what she was sure would be an explosive orgasm.

Just as she reached the point of no return, the rabbit let out a shudder and slowed right up, barely moving in her, its movements not enough to give her that final push. Kate's mind raced, "This shouldn't be happening," she thought, “I put in new batteries last week and I haven’t used it that much since.” It was damn frustrating; her vibe had gone from a source of increasing pleasure to a demon toy that was keeping her on edge without letting her make it.

She raised her head and looked at the ice, and saw that her key was almost free, she'd only have to endure this for a couple of minutes longer, then she could free her arms and use her hands to bring herself to the long awaited release that she so desperately craved.

Try as she might, the thrice damned vibe was keeping her just on edge enough, horny enough that she knew it wouldn’t take much to bring her off, but not enough to allow her to make it in her current situation.

Finally, the key dropped and Kate pounced on it, eager to free her arms from the chains. She was looking forward to burying her fingers deep in her aching pussy, quickly stroking and circling her clit until she made it.

Grabbing the key wasn't too difficult and she slid the key home, eagerly awaiting the welcome click that would announce her freedom. Try as she might, the key wouldn't turn! Puzzled, Kate tried the other cuff thinking that this was just a temporary setback, but the key didn't work in the other cuff either. Desperately, Kate racked her mind, trying to make sense of the situation, but she couldn't. She kept the keys secure, clearly marked, so that this sort of accident couldn't happen.

The ringing of the phone broke her introspection and her heart dropped like a stone when she heard Claire's dulcet tones as the phone switched to voice mail. "Kate, not sure if you're hearing this, but I thought I’d give you a chance, that is if you weren’t too eager to make use of my absence." Kate heard a wicked giggle as she continued, "I was a little naughty. I swapped your keys around. See you soon, bye."

Kate's head swam with the news, Claire had sabotaged her keys, setting her up for who knows what and in her haste to take advantage of her absence, and she’d fallen right into her trap.

Kate didn't have long to wait until she heard a key in the lock and that, in itself, was very suspicious. It was as if Claire had been watching her all along, waiting for the right moment to strike.

She could only stand there as Claire entered the room, a wicked grin on her face and a set of keys in her hand. "My, my, what's this?" she asked as she stopped in front of Kate. "I see that you couldn't resist after all." With that, she reached out a hand, and slowly, slid the vibe part way out of her, before sliding it back and then whipping it out. Kate couldn't take her eyes off Claire's hand as she slowly brought the vibe up to her mouth and parted her lips, letting her tongue slide slowly along the length of the vibe tasting Kate's fresh juices.

"Hmm," Claire said, "pre-orgasmic, if I'm not mistaken. It seems that I'm just in time." With that, Claire causally tossed the vibe to the floor. Kate couldn't believe her eyes or ears; her mind, also, was racing with Claire's comment. Kate struggled to comprehend how Claire could tell from just a taste that she hadn't made it. As if she was a mind reader, Claire added, "Don't worry pet, you'll learn in time to tell the difference."

With those worrying remarks, Claire disappeared into her own room, returning after a moment, holding in her hand something small and shiny. She stood close in front of Kate, well inside her personal space, almost threateningly close.

Her eyes tracked Claire’s hand as it brought the shiny object close, and Kate recognized it as a ring, a ring that matched the ones she currently wore around her breasts and nipples. Seeing the dawning realization in her eyes, Claire added, "That’s right. This tiny ring is to complete your set."

With that, she stepped back, turned and disappeared into Kate’s room. In a mater of moments, she returned with one of the heavy clamps Kate had used earlier, and the vacuum. It became obvious to Kate that Claire had practiced this moment and she watched as Claire attached the ring to the tip of the vacuum nozzle, and then to the clamp. Adjusting it slightly, Claire pointed the nozzle right between Kate’s widespread legs, the ring and vacuum pointed straight at her clit. Kate couldn’t take her eyes off the ring, and the threat that it promised. She knew by experience that having her breasts and nipples permanently bound was tough enough, but if her clit were bound the same way, then she'd be a slave to her clit, an engorged clit that would demand relief almost every waking moment.

Shaking her head, she tried to convey to Claire that she wasn't going to play, but the gag muffled all intelligible communication. Claire raised her hand and patted Kate on the cheek, "Just remember the choice is all yours," she said, before lowering her hand and raking her nails along to top of Kate's right breast.

The shock of the touch made Kate start and she felt the vacuum press into her sex, almost trapping her before she had a chance. With a jerk, she thrust her hips back, freeing her clit from the lure of the suction.



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Kate watched as Claire settled onto the sofa and slowly slides her left hand up and under her t-shirt. She couldn't believe it; Claire was going to use her predicament as a way of getting off.

Kate could not take her eyes of Claire's hand as it slowly disappeared under her shirt. The way the material stretched to accommodate her hand as it made it's way towards her breast was hypnotic. She felt herself starting to respond to this sexy sight. She tried to take her eyes off Claire, but every time her gaze shifted, Claire would let out a little moan, attracting her attention again.

Kate wasn't too surprised when she saw Claire undo the tops of her jeans and slide her other hand between her legs. Kate felt slightly ashamed to be used this way, as a living image for someone to get off. Even as she thought this, her body betrayed her with a fresh stirring in her loins. It seemed that her clit had a mind of its own, and it so desperately wanted relief, even if that relief brought consequences.

Kate had to admit that Claire made a sexy sight as she lay on the couch, her hands hidden from direct view, but the way her top and jeans moved left little to the imagination.

Claire's breathing shortened as she came closer to her orgasm and Kate found herself breathing in time, her body synchronizing with Claire’s.

As close as she was, she realized that she couldn’t just make it like this and that damned ring was going to be needed to bring her off. Gently she thrust her hips forward, trying to balance the feel of the ring as it vibrated against her clit and the suction that threatened to trap her.

She just about managed to get it so that the ring was stimulating her towards a great orgasm without slipping onto her clit when Claire opened her eyes, and taking in the situation told her, "Cum for me Kate, cum for me."

Claire’s hand seemed to writhe quicker and quicker as she played with herself, her eyes drinking in the sight of the helpless Kate, and Kate found herself thrusting her hips against the ring in time with Claire.

With a low growl, Claire orgasmed, her limbs trembling as she got off on the sight of Kate and her predicament. The sight and sound of Claire's orgasm tipped Kate over the edge. She could feel the tight metal band slipping onto her clit but she no longer knew nor cared. The feeling as her clit was squeezed into the ring was sheer heaven as she started to cum. Her clit was thumping in time to her pulse as her blood fought it's way past the constricting band, magnifying the intensity of her release.

Kate was crying out "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" as one orgasm followed another. She'd never been multi-orgasmic before but the feel of the tight ring as it hit the base of her clit, leaving the tip swollen and exposed. The vacuum was sucking cool air past the incredibly sensitive tip, sending fresh waves of pleasure shooing through her. Her thighs were trembling with the strain of keeping her upright as she kept on cumming.

In a daze, she hung her head, totally spent. Her limbs felt so weak, as if she'd ran a marathon. She barely noticed when Claire pressed the right key into her hand, and left her there, along with the parting words "You're definitely a keeper!"

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I hope nobody mind that I add another story, credits to the original author.
This is perhaps my absolutely most favored story I ever read! So enjoy

Alice takes a vacation


Alice closed the door of the motel room and excitedly began to unpack. She'd been planning this little mini-vacation for quite some time now, and she looked forward to the complete privacy to enjoy herself that awaited her this weekend.

Her problem was that she'd become engaged over a year ago, and was afraid to let her fiancé know of her dark obsessions. As a result, she'd suppressed her desires and kept them secret from the man she was supposedly planning to spend the rest of her life with. She'd occasionally indulge herself of course, but only in the privacy of her own home and always when Jerry, her fiancé, wasn't around.

This all changed six months ago. She'd moved in with Jerry at his insistence, only to belatedly realize she no longer had as much privacy as she once did - nor for that matter as much privacy as she'd hoped for at a minimum in living with another person. She had never lived with anyone in her adult life, and it was quite an adjustment. Instead, she'd been forced to hide her desires and surreptitiously fantasize about her obsessions involving pony girls and of being placed in the enforced role of sexual slave and plaything of an evil and uncaring master, to when Jerry wasn't around to interrupt.

Intensely afraid to let her fiancé in on her little secret, she'd kept her activities to a minimum, but the pressure just seemed to build without relief every day, day after day, week after week, month after month. She would fantasize at work at her law firm, only to belatedly realize she had missed something important that was said in a meeting, she would dream of dark things, and wake up in the middle of the night with her hands thrust between her thighs as a result of her erotic thoughts, and her blissfully unaware fiancé beside her almost rousing out of a sound sleep due to her sleep time movements.

She considered once more the option of telling her fiancé of her desires, but couldn't bring herself to do so. She knew he had a wilder streak himself, and while they had engaged in the occasional bedroom games, she was certain he was not as kinky as she was, and being a lawyer himself he was something of a catch. She was just too embarrassed to jeopardize things. Finally convinced she needed to release some of the pressure or go mad, she began to plan her little vacation. She wasn't yet certain what she would do in the long run if she went through with the marriage, but at least she would obtain a short term respite.

She spent months working it out, building up a convincing story to tell her fiancé so she would have a weekend alone, planning each and every detail down to the last bit of minutia and recording her plans in her daily diary, until finally she was able to have a weekend to herself to really let go and indulge.

Telling Jerry that she would have to go out of town for business, she instead had secretly rented a motel room in the seedier part of town. The area was covered in graffiti and empty building lots, and deserted and gutted buildings were evident on every city block. The motel itself was fairly dilapidated, but for Alice's purposes, it was perfect. There was zero chance her fiancé, or anyone else she knew, would ever come through this area and happen to see her by accident.

She'd bid Jerry farewell that evening, giving him a passionate kiss goodbye on the doorstep, and then taken a cab, ostensibly to the airport. In reality it had delivered her and a single large suitcase to a street corner two blocks from the motel in less than an hour. Ten minutes after that , she was checked in.

The motel clerk had looked askance at her, standing in his filthy lobby in her expensive clothes and looking decidedly out of place. He obviously knew she was doing something she didn't want public, it was only a question of exactly what. He was hopeful he would find out before the weekend was over, and simply assumed she was having an affair. He'd seen her type before, and a few carefully and surreptitiously acquired photographs had ensured him on previous occasions of receiving either a substantial bribe of cold hard cash, a bit of ass - or both if he was really lucky - to keep quiet.

Enjoying a bit of thrill at the idea that the motel clerk was this fascinated by her, Alice had taken her key and proceeded with her oversized rolling luggage bag to the last room on the end of the building, room number 13. The only room beyond that, was a storage room on the end of the "L" shaped building. All of the rooms were on the ground floor, and each had it's own doorway onto the broken asphalt parking lot that was full of litter. A sheltering roof ran the entire length of the building, allowing the occupants to move from any room in the facility back to the main office without getting caught in the rain. An extended canopy in front of the main office provided an area for vehicles to be unloaded during inclement weather. All of these details were overlooked by Alice during her check-in, as she was so fixated on the activities before her. Entering the room, she locked the door behind her and took a deep breath. Her heart was beating so fast in anticipation that she had to consciously collect herself before proceeding.

This was it, finally! Reaching to her left, she slid the palm of her hand along the wall, then upwards until she found the light switch. Clicking the switch brought to life a pathetically dim yellow light bulb hiding in a lamp.

The first thing Alice did when her eyes adjusted to the dim light was survey her surroundings. The first things she noticed were that the room was tiny and cramped, with a lumpy brass bed on one wall with an old television set on the adjacent wall. A single table was situated opposite the bed, with the aforementioned lamp, a telephone, and an alarm clock. A ratty looking sofa chair squatted in one corner next to it, and an ugly brown dresser with a mirror sat next to the chair.

The mirror had lost a substantial portion of the silvering on the reverse side, and the resultant image was almost jigsaw-like in how portions of her reflection were missing. Scorch marks from cigarettes covered the dresser top next to the ash tray that Alice had no intention of using.

Adjacent to the dilapidated brass bed sat a low chest of drawers, on top of which resided the ancient television set. A dust caked and faded black cable snaked from the back of the television to a wall outlet, and was obviously set up for some sort of cable channel entertainment.

The ugly patterned carpet under her stiletto heels was covered in stains and faded spots, and small bits and pieces of trash and dust bunnies were visible under the bed. It was clear the floor had not been vacuumed in ages. There were even a few unexplained stains on the wall, contrasting with the poor attempt at art that was represented by a cheaply framed poster of a woman masturbating (obviously a centerfold cut from a men's magazine), hanging somewhat crookedly over the head of the brass bed. The wall covering did it's best to complete the initial impression Alice had of the room, by being torn and bare in a few places, revealing painted brickwork, and sporting faded spots that matched those on the floor.

It truly was a filthy hole in the wall, which excited the more perverse nature of Alice to an even greater degree that she had already been experiencing.

Setting her luggage on the chair and opening it, she removed her business jacket and folded it neatly before placing it to one side in the suitcase. This was followed by her khaki skirt, then her denim blouse. She paused and studied her reflection in the mirror, posing a few times, studying her body critically, and finding herself satisfied with the efforts she had put into her workouts at least three times a week for several years now. Her carefully toned body was completely untanned, with milky white skin devoid of imperfection save for one spot.

She ruefully took note once more of the tattoo on her left ass cheek, just as she had done so many times in the past. A few years earlier, she had been bar hopping and had awoken completely hung over and naked one Sunday morning, laying next to Jerry in her own bed, and she was sporting this strange tattoo.

Bar hopping until she was sloppy drunk was a past time she had engaged in recklessly on many occasions before as a habit she had picked up in college, and it was not unusual for her to regularly end up in the sack with a complete stranger - or for her to engage in riskier behavior with total strangers involving various bondage and sado-masochistic bedroom games, but that night she had gone much farther than she had ever planned to - or would have wanted to.

She had no idea of the tattoo's meaning, or even who Jerry was at the time, and Jerry swore ignorance of the entire matter claiming he'd been too drunk to remember anything of the night before regarding a tattoo being applied to anyone. He himself had no tattoos, so she tended to believe him.

She also swore off drinking binges from that very morning!

However, the tattoo did have a certain elegance about it, and to remove it might leave even more of a blemish, so she decided to keep it hoping she could figure out it's meaning one day - or perhaps a better method to remove it would be developed.

As if their relationship had been pre-ordained, she and Jerry had incidentally maintained contact after that night as Alice tried to recreate her steps from that single strange and missing evening, and these interactions had resulted in gradually increasing frequency until they had developed something that was as close to a real relationship as she'd ever had before.

When a year later he had proposed, she'd accepted his offer of marriage simply because she felt she may never get another opportunity. It wasn't like she really loved him, it was more like a line item on a grand "To do list" she carried around in the back of her mind.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts of the past, she suddenly had an urge to spice her experience up even more. She forgot about her reflections - both in her mind as well as in the mirror - for the moment, and crossed the room dressed only in her scarlet red bra, thong, and shiny black heels, to the single horizontal slit of a window sitting high on the opposite wall. Her long blonde hair shifted and bounced from side to side between her shoulders as she walked, and the scarlet lingerie forming a brilliant contrast with her pale skin.

The red lace thread that composed the back of the thong disappeared between her undulating white buttocks as she strode confidently across the room, and the front silk panel of the garment had long ago formed a distinct moistened camel's toe about her pubic area. Alice was quite aware of how the garment was clinging so closely to her most private of shaven areas, and imagined how the motel clerk would respond were he to have a chance to see her so scantily clad. She even entertained the idea of flashing him as she was leaving, but put the thought away for more serious consideration later. Besides, she might want to return to this particular hotel in the future, and flashing the clerk might complicate any future plans.

The bottom ledge was over six feet off the floor, and Alice had to stretch to open the curtains, then open the horizontal pane of security glass set into the window. To anyone noticing, as she stretched upwards her breasts were literally spilling over the top edge of the abbreviated bra she was wearing. The opening was only about six inches at the most, so it was highly unlikely anyone would be able to squeeze through into the room. She was very careful not to lean into the filthy wall as she worked the window crank. Looking upwards, afterwards she could see street lights outside, but no buildings. Anyone walking past would not be able to see inside the room, either. It allowed Alice the idea of exposure to voyeurs without the actuality occurring.

After pausing to listen to the night sounds of the city and to feel the slightly warm breeze settling down through the high window, she returned to her luggage and lifted it to the bed. She considered momentarily turning on the air conditioning, but decided it was comfortable enough at the present. She had selected the largest suitcase she had with the idea that it would mislead her fiancé even more in the impression that she was spending the entire weekend out of town. In reality, the suitcase hardly had any weight to it at all as she had only packed certain special items for the weekend. Returning to the suitcase, she pulled out several of these items. There was absolutely no clothing in the bag other than what she had already worn, as she intended to go the entire weekend on the single set of clothing she'd worn to the hotel, so much more to reinforce her sense of vulnerability and lack of resources.


Feeling her cunt juicing up already, she next removed her lace front bra. Her skin felt moist, even to herself, and her nipples were already fully aroused in spite of the warmth of the room. Then she slid her matching thong panties down her thighs. They tended to cling between her freshly shaven, nude, cunt lips, for a moment before pulling loose and sliding down between her legs to a loose bundle of thread about her ankles. Her shiny black stilettos followed the rest of her clothing into the suitcase, and Alice was then completely nude.

As she stood in her bare feet on the carpet, stepping gingerly to avoid the more vibrant carpet stains, she withdrew a pair of leather ankle cuffs from the luggage and slipped them onto her ankles. Bending over at the waist and buckling them tightly, she intended to wear them the entire weekend. It was an incredibly delicious feeling to sense the movement of air onto her bare cunt lips, squeezed between her trembling thighs as the small steel rings around the ankle cuffs jingled merrily with every movement.

Reaching up, she pulled her hair onto the top of her head and used a rubber band to tie it into a snug ponytail. She noticed in the mirror how her generous E-cup breasts swung ever so slightly as she performed this task, and again felt deep satisfaction at not having allowed herself to become out of shape. She was that rare combination of qualities combining a small waist, toned muscles, and large firm pert breasts supported by broad - yet still feminine - shoulders. She even maintained a trim 24" waist line which only exaggerated the curves she had up top and down below.

Enjoying the sight of herself, she grasped both of her large breasts in her hands, kneading them about and squeezing the nipples hard. Her right hand slid downwards, feeling the silky smoothness of her denuded labia, then she forced herself to stop and get back to her planned preparations. It felt so good to not worry about Jerry walking in on her and have some privacy for a change! Next, she slipped a short, stiff leather sleeve around the base of the pony tail, securing it in place.

Reaching back into the suitcase, she withdrew a bundle of leather straps. Untangling the mess, she slipped a leather strap and bit around her neck, then lifted the bit into her mouth and buckled it into place behind her nape of her neck. Small brass padlocks ensured it wouldn't come off without a key. Her perfect lips stretched to accommodate the phenolic ball centered on the bit between her teeth, and as her jaws stretched wide to accommodate the device, she felt her jaw muscles immediately begin to ache slightly. Determining that she would get used to it quickly, she left the bit in her mouth and continued. Leather cuffs wrapped her wrists and were likewise padlocked into place.

Withdrawing a small contact lens case and solution bottle from the suitcase, she set them aside for the moment, and moved onto other preparations.

The next items to appear were two leather straps with steel rings and padlocks on the ends, which Alice slipped over two corners at the head of the brass bed with a slip knot. Bundled with the straps had been a pair of chains. These were attached to the remaining corners at the foot of the bed and padlocks were slipped into the end links. The final items she pulled from the bag were a very large vibrating egg, a roll of duct tape, some lubricant, three wide leather belts, a padlock set with a key connected by a string to one of the metal hasps, and a butt plug with a blonde pony tail attached. The butt plug tended to chime slightly as it was turned or shaken, indicating the presence of heavy metal steel balls inside the hollow interior of the butt plug. There were a few additional items in the suitcase, but she intended to save them for later.

Squatting on the floor, Alice applied lubricant to the butt plug and smeared it about copiously. Taking a preparatory breath, she reached down behind herself and eased the butt plug between her ass cheeks. Feeling it slip into her rectum, she found herself feeling incredibly full suddenly as it slipped from her grasp and penetrated deeply past her sphincter muscle.

Gasping at the suddenness of it all, an involuntary moan escaped her, as she paused once more to ride the wave of pain and pleasure she felt, then she pressed harder on the plug, moving it about slightly with her fingers, then more frantically until she was moaning in absolute pleasure. Reaching down with her free hand, she masturbated her swollen clit as she came, almost tumbling over onto the decrepit carpeting in the process. It took her a few more minutes to regain her composure after that.

Standing, she felt her new fluffy blonde pony tail brush against the back of her calves. The tail was exceptionally long and luxurious, and she felt the weight of it tugging at the butt plug in her behind, just as the steel balls within it began to shift around noticeably to a muffled chiming sound. The sensation was incredible!

Strutting over to the television set, creating an odd sort of rhythmic tune from the chimes as she strutted, she turned it on and found a porn channel was already playing. Appropriately enough, it was a bondage flick. Some blonde female was being forced to pull a cart. The dominatrix in the cart was thrashing her buttocks viciously as another submissive waited her turn in the background, hanging from her wrists in a spread eagle fashion and completely open to the close-ups of the camera that filmed the event. Alice stood watching for several long moments as the suspended captive was impaled on a huge dildo. Flipping through the channels confirmed that this was the only variety of entertainment the set was capable of receiving, so she left it on the original station. It seemed appropriate.

Making sure to turn the set up loud enough to cover any extraneous noises, Alice returned to the chair. She turned her attention to the suitcase, closed it, and locked it with yet another small padlock. She retrieved the contact lens case and set the luggage aside from the chair.

Next, she placed the vibrating egg at the head of the bed. The vibrating egg was about 2 inches in diameter, about 2 1/2 inches long, and was the type that plugged in, rather than used batteries, and she had to extend the cord to the nearest electrical outlet to plug it in. A small dial type on/off switch was located on the cord approximately twelve inches from the egg, and a larger dial was set approximately 24 inches from the plug. The second dial controlled the strength of the vibrations.

She turned on the egg experimentally, and checked the adjustment settings. She had never used this device before, having just purchased it online from a discreet source, and so she wanted to make sure what she was getting into before she began. She wasn't surprised to see the smooth vinyl surface begin to vibrate, but she was surprised when she realized the surface of the vinyl egg would occasionally, at the lowest setting, display small round bumps that seemed to move about under the surface of the vinyl skin that covered the device. Turning up the settings caused these bumps to multiply and move about more erratically. The bumps would start at the small end of the egg, and migrate towards the large end onto which the cord was attached. After this exercise, Alice determined that only the lowest setting would be attempted the first time, and she also made sure to use a generous amount of lubricant.

Alice crawled onto the lumpy bed on her knees. Squatting, she reached behind herself and padlocked the end of the leather straps onto the steel ring set into her left ankle cuff, then ensured she had a small amount of slack in the strap, just in case she needed it.

Moving to her right hand ankle cuff, she repeated the procedure, only this strap was loose with extra length that lay across the mattress beside her right knee.

Easing back, she lifted her ass into the air as she slid the vibrating egg inside her cunt, feeling it stretch her cunt lips extraordinarily wide before disappearing completely and leaving her feeling filled in an odd way she had never experienced before. It felt as if it was on the verge of being entirely too big for her to accommodate!

The instructions that came with the device had suggested it was for external use only, but they also noted it was a novelty device as well. As such, Alice tended to ignore the instructions. It was odd feeling the thick black cord hanging out from between her already swollen cunt lips. Finally satisfied with the depth she was able to accommodate and certain it wouldn't fall back out at an inopportune moment, she tugged the loose straps and tightened them considerably. Soon, she couldn't move any farther from the corners of the bed than she already was. Having second thoughts, she slackened the straps a few inches just to be safe, and found she could ease her way back and forth by three or four inches.

The next straps, connected to the steel rings at her ankles, passed over her thighs and then reconnected at the steel ring the first end was attached to. Cinching it tight, she could no longer extend her legs as they were bound tightly in the bent position, forcing her to remain squatting and completely immobile from the waist down except for being able to rock her pelvic area.

Opening the contact lens case, Alice withdrew a contact that was as black as midnight. She had to special order it online, and the sort of questions it had raised via email had been quite embarrassing, but it was after all an anonymous purchase so she didn't think anything more of it.

Carefully balancing the lens on her right index finger, she pulled her right eyelid open wide and gently inserted the lens. Shifting it a bit, then closing her eyes, she felt it slide into place comfortably. Opening her eyes again, she found the vision in her right eye completely blocked now. Satisfied at this small triumph, she repeated the process with her left eye.

When she was finished, Alice was completely blind. She had originally planned on using a blindfold, but was put off by the idea that it may slip and leave her less than completely blinded during her self imposed bondage, or worse, slide down and cover her lower face and inhibit her ability to breath. The horror stories of self bondage that she had read were more than enough to cause her to make sure she took safety seriously. The contact lenses had solved the problem quite efficiently. They were comfortable enough she could wear them indefinitely, and could even see herself wearing them while in the motel room even outside of her bondage games as a way of adding a new twist to her motel stay over the weekend.

Fumbling with the lens case, she screwed the lids on and tossed it off the edge of the bed so it would be out of the way. She regretted the action moments later when she realized she would have to find the lens case later, but it was too late to change that now.

Taking a deep breath, she reached down past her nervously quaking ass cheeks and pressed the start dial on the cord of the vibrating egg. It was pre-set at it's lowest setting, and a thrilling pulsating vibration ensued through her nether regions. She found herself pulling the cord about with one hand before moving forward and fingering her cunt lips, while at the same time tugging on the tail attached to the plug in her ass with her other hand. Only moments passed before she felt herself exploding once more. The dual penetration of the devices in her nether regions worked in conjunction with each other. The vibrating egg caused the butt plug to also vibrate, ever so slightly, until the entire area of her ass and cunt were quivering with involuntary muscle contractions. What was happening in her taint was beyond description.

Alice considered that she'd climaxed twice already, and hadn't been in her room even a hour. This was going to be a mind blowing weekend!

Determined to go on rather than stop to rest - or risk losing her nerve to continue, Alice fumbled about until she found the two chains and the remaining leather belt. Distracted by the vibrator plowing it's way about in her pussy, it took much longer than she had planned to accomplish this small feat, as every few minutes she paused to moan in ecstasy. Oddly enough, it seemed as if the vibrating egg was actually working it's way even further into her pussy. This last belt was much shorter than the other two, and the buckle was already fastened to make a small loop.

Slipping her right arm through the leather loop, Alice fumbled once more until her right wrist was padlocked to the chain. Reaching behind herself, she slipped her left arm through the belt as well, forcing her elbows close together behind her back.


Forcing herself to stretch against all three restraints, and shifting her weight forward as best she could on her knees, Alice managed to find the remaining padlock with her left hand. It was a precarious balancing act, as she didn't want to go face first into the filthy bed sheet. As she shifted forward, her ass tipped up into the air as her breasts tilted towards the bed, and she felt the cord dangling from her cunt resting on the upper split of her slit. It was a very odd feeling, magnified by the small vibrations transmitted through the cord from the vibrating egg within her, across her tender clitoris, and down the length of the free hanging cord.

Verifying once more that the key was in place on the end of the string, she locked it into place with a final snap. Convinced the final padlock was secure, she pulled at her bonds enough to be able to swing her left arm a few inches, just enough to send the key tumbling over the edge of the bed to swing at the end of it's string.

She released the string from her left hand then, letting the key fall to the end of the length of string, content in the knowledge that it was simply a matter of pulling the string to her to retrieve it and release her locks, and then she really began to enjoy her fantasy of subjugation as a pony girl. Anyone passing by the window would only assume the moans emanating from the room were from the porn on the television set. Either that, or a prostitute giving a first class performance for a John. Either way, in this part of town it wouldn't even rank a second look.

Alice was finally, and fully, bound now, and completely blind. Her restraints prevented anything more than a few inches movement in any direction, and as the bed sheet rolled and gathered about her knees, she found even this freedom of movement becoming more restricted. As time passed, it seemed she had even less slack in the leather straps than she had planned on, but assigned it to the twisting bed sheets restricting her movement. She luxuriated in the sensations the rough bed sheets made as her breasts swung back and forth, her nipples brushing against the fabric and arousing them to hard darkened points. She almost regretted not putting on her nipple clamps, but reasoned that she would have time later in the weekend to play out that particular fantasy. She also noticed that she was drooling ridiculously, and copious amounts of saliva were pooling on the bed below her face and giving her yet another reason to attempt to keep balanced and not rest her face on the bed sheets.

As she seemed to ease further towards the end of the bed, the straps not indicating any slack at all, the chains on the other hand pulled more and more tightly on her wrist cuffs. Though she couldn't see anything, she was certain her hands were bright red from the lack of circulation by now. As her hands pulled more tightly, the leather strap around her elbows pulled her arms behind her closer and closer together, until it felt as if her elbows were going to meet in the middle of her back! As she rocked backward and forward, she felt the bed banging softly against the wall.

Occasionally, she would feel the string just to get a sense of security, and then she would go back to grinding her ass about to the thrill of the vibrator in her cunt. There was a certain frustration in not being able to simply reach down and take matters into her own hands, and thereby accelerate the process, but then she considered that this enforced extra effort to cum without her hands was simply another part of the fantasy to enjoy. After a while, Alice realized the hairs of her pony tail were beginning to stick to her ass cheeks and between her thighs as her juices moistened her taint and cunt, and dribbled down her inner legs. This stickiness eventually caused the small hairs to start pulling and some even managed to get caught between her knees and the bed sheets, arousing her body in the vicinity of the butt plug even more.

After about ten minutes, Alice thought she felt the pitch of the vibrator change ever so slightly. Then the thought crossed her mind of what it would be like if she were really trapped in this position. How long would it take the motel management to find her?

The thought aroused her yet further, and Alice ground her ass about in the air, her pony tail swaying and tickling her tight ass cheeks and the back of her thighs, the chiming balls encased within the butt plug chiming happily to her movements. It was truly delicious. She even tried to swing the tail, but had mixed results. She felt some of the hairs resting on the small indentation at the top of her ass crack, and figured she may have managed to even twirl the tail completely about. Without her sight, she wasn't sure how successful she was, but she did know it accentuated the feelings the butt plug generated within her.

This may have gone on for perhaps a half hour, or even an hour. Alice had no concept of time. Besides, it didn't matter anyway, as she had all weekend and this was something she planned to enjoy so she just kept grinding and humping, her gasps and moans blending with the mindless noise from the television set as she fanaticized that she was the pony girl pulling the cart in the movie, instead of the porn actress she had watched earlier.

She remembered how the movie plot had unfolded, the helpless woman used for basic transportation, being used by all about her for their sexual pleasures, being abused without relief or recourse by all involved, only to be discarded into a dirty stall when they turned their attentions onto the next hapless woman.

So absorbed was she in her pleasures, she had failed to notice the vague shuffling noises outside the window. The shadow that had been lurking there had climbed down from it's perch on the trash dumpster and was making it's way around the end of the motel. Stepping lightly up to the covered walkway, the furtive figure quietly tried the door knob. It creaked slightly as it turned.

In her haste to start enjoying her weekend, Alice had forgotten to lock the door!

Easing the door knob completely open, the male figure pushed the door carefully just far enough to slip inside. From the time he'd stepped onto the walk until he had slipped through the door hadn't taken thirty seconds.

Standing on the stained carpet, easing the door closed behind his back, he looked at the bound figure of Alice, writhing on the bed with a power cord disappearing between her labia. Her taut, fit body stood out in sharp contrast to the dark sheets rumpled up on the lumpy bed. Bunched muscles shone easily in the bound woman's back and legs as every muscle in her body strained. A shiny silver key dangled at the end of a string attached to a padlock at her twisting wrist.

Even if he had not been watching the entire scene from the window, it would have been obvious she had done this to herself.

Stepping across the carpet, careful not to make any noise, the man walked to the side of the bed and just stood, looking down on the sweating back of an oblivious Alice.

Alice, for her part, wouldn't have known if a train was careening through the room. She was deep into her pony girl fantasy, eyes firmly closed even though blinded by the contact lenses, teeth firmly on the bit and cunt muscles clinching furiously, not even aware of the sound of her own grunting. She arched her back up, raised her pelvic area and thrust her tailed ass into the air, then forced herself down again, deeper and more extreme each time.

Her leg muscles were bunched tightly as she pulled herself towards the foot of the brass bed, her knees working down into the already abused mattress before stretching out as far as the leather straps would allow and repeating the maneuver all over again. The chains at her wrists were pulled taut, she extended her head backwards causing her neck muscles to stand out in sharply defined relief under the sweating blood infused skin of her neck. Her hair stuck to the nape of her neck in delicate gold tendrils as veins popped up in clear definition on her neck and arms from her strained efforts.

The stranger stood looming over her, his hand extending, hovering only an inch over her sweating, squirming body, then passing down from the middle of her back to the crest of her sweat covered ass cheeks, always hovering and never quite touching. Alice's writhing body, while always close, never quite touches the flesh of the hand barely hovering over her steaming flesh.

The tail had shifted and now lay across the small of her back, her taint and cunt lips quite exposed. The stranger notices her cunt lips, red, swollen and stretched, the wire to the vibrating egg disappearing between them and her juices lathered up all over the insides of her thighs, her cunt, dribbling down the cord, and puddling in a damp pool on the bed sheet beneath her.

The stranger takes a measured quiet breath and clinches his fist shut as he withdraws his hand. Standing a moment longer, he lifts the silver key, still dangling from the end of the string. Making sure he doesn't disturb Alice in her revelry, he carefully snaps the string, removing the key without Alice realizing it and leaving the remainder of the string attached to wrist.



Next, the stranger gently loosens the leather strap, from each ankle, and tightens it up considerably and taking the slack out of it. So engrossed is Alice, she doesn't realize there's even someone in the room, tightening her bonds far beyond her original intentions. What really had been simply bundled bed sheets restricting her movement was replaced with tighter bonds now, for real.

The dildo seemed to be vibrating even harder now. Puzzled, Alice for her part simply decided it was just her excited state, and continued to grind about. There was no resisting the impulse. She had waited far too long for this small simple pleasure, and she wasn't about to cheat herself of the experience.

Backing away now, still careful not to disturb the spectacle, he takes a seat in the ugly chair in the corner and enjoys the show. Noticing the plug running from the dildo, he realizes a dial adjustment is located on the cord. Grinning evilly, he stands once more, walks over to the bedside, and picks the dial up and adjusts it up ever so slightly. So slightly in fact, that Alice doesn't even notice it, or perhaps misconstrues what's going on.

Encouraged, he adjusts it higher every few minutes. In minute adjustments, he ever so slowly raises the level from it's lowest setting to it's midrange.

She felt the additional change in pitch.

Now she was certain it was vibrating more urgently. She reasoned that it must be a defective control unit. That was ok though, it was a new twist over which she didn't have control. The thought electrified her as she ground and twisted about as best she could. It was something unexpected, unanticipated, and this small surprise delighted her.

She decided to fantasize yet more, imagining herself in the clutches of an evil master, intent on making her pull a cart, much as she had seen in the movie earlier. A movie that seemed to still be playing, from the sounds of it. She imagined herself being forced to convey her master to a remote cabin, and then - exhausted - being tied onto the bed much as she was currently bound. She imagined herself having to service her master against her will, his oversized appendage plumbing her to depths she'd never experienced before.

Now Alice is really feeling it. Thrusting herself harshly up and down to at least try to move the vibrating egg about within her, she emits a gurgled scream past her bit as she explodes in a massive orgasm. At this point, the stranger turns the egg up more in one twist of the dial than he'd done for the entire time he'd been surreptitiously tormenting Alice. The egg is humming loudly now at almost the highest mid range setting.

Collapsing onto the filthy mattress, she takes in deep breaths, not caring about the state of the soaking wet bed sheet she was laying face down in, coming down from the fantasy she'd been enjoying for over an hour now. The egg continues to make a loud vibrating sound in the room. Rousing herself up finally, she works her fingers about until she has the string in hand once more, but is once again interrupted by the vibrating egg reaching a new crescendo of agitation.

Her next climax was monstrous. She wondered a second later if anyone even heard her muffled scream, but that was ok. Laying exhausted, her head on the frayed and filthy motel sheets, she struggled to catch her breath, feeling her sweat drip up her back, as her ass was still moving about with a will of it's own in the air.


She realized her legs were practically numb now, and her shoulders ached to the bone. The vibrator concealed so deeply in her cunt continued unabated, but now she really did need to stop and rest.

She also had to pee.

A small part of her mind insisted it was actually vibrating even harder now, as unimaginable as that was to believe.

Pulling the string to her left hand, her trembling fingers worked the key towards her inch by laborious inch. She was so going to enjoy the bath in a few minutes. Yes, it was a filthy bath room as well, but it was still a bath and her aching muscles needed the attention. Besides, it again played to her perverse nature to be nude and vulnerable in such surroundings. These were her only thoughts, other than how the vibrator seemed to have a life of it's own, until she reached the end of the string.

No key!

Upon finding no key to be retrieved, she stiffens visibly then raises her head straight up! The stranger muffles a choke of pleasure at her predicament and imagines the thoughts going through her mind. It's almost as if she's looking straight at him, as he's returned to the ugly chair and is just studying his prey, but he knows she can't see anything. The contact lenses cause her eyes to appear completely black in her pale face. He knows she has to be wondering where the key is, and probably just thinks it's fallen from the string and is laying on the floor next to the bed. Still, even if it were there, she would not be able to reach it, leaving her in the same predicament, and he knows that she knows this.

Likewise, if she can't escape her bonds, she will lay here until someone discovers her. The only thing is, in this neighborhood, that may not free her and instead, such a discovery could end up leaving her in an even worse predicament.

All these thoughts flash through Alice's mind in a heartbeat, and then pure raw animal panic steps in as she frantically begins to thrash about, trying to free herself. Muffled groans and gasps escape past the bit in her mouth as she loses control of rational thought and tries to scream.

The stranger chose this point to walk over to the bed and once more turn the intensity up on the vibrating device, almost imperceptibly, timing it with her struggles. Turned it up just enough that over time, Alice would feel it, but not enough for her to realize someone was working her own contraption against her.

Stiffening instinctively again in a growing panic, Alice fumbled about with her left hand, frantically searching the bed sheets. Maybe it had come loose during her activities? It HAD to be there somewhere! The thought of being caught in this position was unbearable to Alice. She pulled and struggled against her restraints, this time for real. Every few minutes she could actually hear the vibrator change pitch now, burrowing it's way deeper and deeper into her now abused and throbbing cunt.

Alice began to work her arms back and forth, attempting to slip her wrists free of the leather cuffs. She had done her job too well, and remained locked decisively in her own restraints. Her shoulder blades were practically meeting in the middle of her back as she struggled and strained, and her elbows were rubbing together. She tried to work her hands up, to free the bit in her mouth, but couldn't reach it. A whine of despair was starting at the bottom of her throat, tiny and feeble, as the full impact of her true situation descended upon her.

The thought crossed her mind suddenly, of how awful it may be should the motel manager actually find her. Who was to say he would even free her!?! She remembered how he had looked her over when she arrived. No, he wouldn't be her salvation should he find her like this. If anything, room number 13 would become his personal playground and she his personal sex toy.

Alice tried to use the slack from the leather straps at her ankles to pull herself away from the increasingly uncomfortable vibrator, hoping vainly to perhaps pull it out of herself using the cord, only to find she had no slack. Surprise and shock settled uncomfortably in her mind as she tried to process this new information, unable to understand how the knots she had tied could tighten so in her struggles.

To Alice, the egg seemed to be humming more loudly now. She was incredibly uncomfortable, yet the device wouldn't let up and continued to torment her pain wracked body. No matter how she turned or tried to squeeze with her vaginal muscles, she couldn't get the diabolical thing out of her and it just seemed to intrude farther and farther, filling her in a manner she had never managed to achieve before, even in her wildest moments alone. After this experience, she was certain she would never want to be this filled again!

Even though her conscious mind was frantic to free the body it occupied, another, darker, part of her mind was enjoying her predicament, wanting to grind down farther in a vain effort to fuck a dick that wasn't there, wanting to experience life truly enslaved to the device she had introduced into her body. This unconscious part guided her pelvic to continue to air hump rhythmically, even as her more lucid thoughts sought escape. Her pelvic area would thrust three times slowly, then two times fast, alternating without her conscious direction.

The stranger simply turned the vibrating settings up higher and higher, in imperceptible increments.

It wasn't long before Alice was writhing again, crying out in both pleasure and pain as her two natures warred over her responses. Eventually, her darker side won out as Alice exploded once more in orgasmic pleasure. This time, no grunt sufficed. Instead, Alice let out a scream of pleasure and pain as the waves rolled over her, emanating from her cunt and passing throughout her entire body. This scream actually managed to make it past the bit in her widely stretched mouth.

Of course, at this point, the stranger pegged the dial and set the egg for it's highest setting. Alice, still not recognizing her true danger, could do nothing even if she had realized it except what she was already doing.

She continued to grind her ass about as if the vibrating egg was the last dick on earth. Alice had at least temporarily gone completely over the edge of sanity.

The stranger continued to watch his ensnared prey for hours. Watched her come again and again, interspersed with frantic efforts by almost numb and outstretched fingers to free herself between orgasms. Occasionally, the stranger would tighten the leg restraints again and again, until there was no more slack to tighten. She was reduced to moving her hips from side to side now, in a vain effort to obtain at least some relief as her head bobbed up and down. The stranger was quite pleased with how her stomach, even in this position, remained tight and flat.

Finally, the stranger could wait no longer. Sunrise was approaching. Rising slowly from the chair, he quietly opened the door and slipped the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside. Taking Alice's hotel key as he went, he locked the door and left for a brief while.

Alice, still oblivious to her departing visitor, continued to alternate between exhausted orgasms and now feeble efforts to free herself. After her temporary insanity, she had recovered some of her senses and actually hoped someone would find her and give her release. Anything they would do to her, any embarrassment that could be inflicted upon her, would pale in comparison to the torment she was undergoing now! She even thought about the maid service. The thought quickly left her mind, as this establishment obviously didn't hire maids.

The malfunctioning egg was making coherent thought more and more difficult by the minute, as it had somehow turned itself up higher and higher. Now it was no longer pleasurable, it was painful. The tail plug, perfectly centered between creamy white ass cheeks covered in beads of sweat, vibrating in perfect harmony, had left her ass quite numb.

Her will was being worn down by the minute, as she would struggle, then pause to catch her breath, before resuming her struggles again. Her periods of struggle were becoming shorter and shorter, and her periods of pause were becoming longer, with each effort. Eventually, she would be a mere puppet twitching on the end of the power cord, unable to physically respond any longer to the vibrations permeating her body.

The thought of being trapped was no longer a fantasy to enjoy, it had become a reality that was terrifying her. The thought continued to go through her mind as to who would find her, even as she feebly continued to struggle to free herself. The thought that kept intruding repeatedly was what would her fiancé think were he to find out what she had done, and more importantly that someone else had found her in such a situation. Finally accepting her predicament, she began to scream once more.

Unfortunately for Alice, the gag was very effective, and what little sound she made past the gag was drowned out by the still blaring television set.

Alice then slipped once more over the edge of sanity, completely broken by her ordeal, yet still unable to gain any release as she wept silent tears, her body writhing involuntarily to repeated orgasms and pain in rhythm to the vibrating egg within her.

A brief while later, and a late model SUV pulled into the parking space in front of her room. The stranger had returned, and let himself in quietly. Alice, having been fucked by the vibrating egg all night long, had no clue he was even in the room until she felt his hands upon her.

Her first response was to inhale sharply and instinctively tense her entire body in anticipation of release. Instead of responding as she intended, her body just spasmed uncontrollably. Exhausted beyond belief, she raised her head even though she was blinded still, hoping to be free finally.

Instead, she felt the stranger withdraw the egg. It exited her now raw cunt with a loud plop, leaving her feeling empty but incredibly relieved, even as her muscles - not attuned to the long running vibrations - continued to quiver uncontrollably.

Alice felt a strong arm then lift her waist, and felt a wide leather strap fitted about her midsection. She already knew it was her chastity belt from the suitcase, and a new wave of fear was already coursing through her.

The chastity belt had a wide strip down the front, with two smaller strips that passed up either buttock to connect at the side, leaving the crevice between her ass cheeks completely free.

Well, not completely, the tail plug was still in place.

She felt something being attached, and realized he'd fastened a dildo onto the chastity belt. She could only shake her head in denial as she felt it forced up between the folds of her raw cunt, then the chastity belt was pulled viciously tight, cinching down her waist a full 3 inches smaller than normal and causing her swollen cunt lips to spread out on either side of the center strap holding the dildo in place inside her.

She knew every device she had brought with her, and knew how much of each dildo she had ever taken in the past. None of the dildos she had brought had she ever managed to force more than halfway up her cunt without pain, and thus causing her to stop. This time, she realized the dildo was probably the largest she had and it did not feel as if it had filled her completely, even though it was fully inserted inside her.

Crying quietly, she felt the strangers hands release her ankles, only to run one of the leather straps through the matching steel ring on the boots, then pulling her legs up behind her and fastening the free end to a steel ring in the back of her chastity belt. He left the leather belts around her thighs in place. The other leather belt was wrapped about her already bound thighs, forcing her to close her legs on the dildo buried up her cunt. The pain her muscles experienced in finally being able to lay flat on her stomach was intense, but welcomed in a strange way even as she felt as if the dildo was forcing it's way up to her stomach.

Alice, for her part, was too exhausted to do anything more than offer token resistance and cry to herself in the dark world she was trapped within.

Finally, the stranger released the chains, only to force her arms behind her back and wrap the chains about her body tightly, cutting into the flesh of her sides and ribs with the unyielding links. When he was finished he rolled her over and padlocked them in place. She could no more move than she could before, only this time she was in something of a reversed ball shape, with her breasts fully exposed to the touch and lying on her shoulders, calves and knees with her body reverse arched into the air.


She tried to roll away from him, but accomplished nothing more than to roll her breasts about in a tantalizing fashion as she struggled, drawing her tormenters unfortunate attention to her vulnerable and fully exposed breasts.

Alice shuddered as she felt the strangers hands slide over her still sweating body, exploring her soaking wet cunt unabashedly, and without any meaningful resistance from her. She could do nothing except whimper. Her whimper turned into a constant moan of agony when her tormenter turned the now completely buried dildo hooked into the chastity belt on, starting vibrations anew for her to endure.

At this new torment, Alice moaned painfully and twisted her shoulders about, still vainly seeking escape. She felt hands exploring her spread cunt lips on either side of the dildo and the chastity belt strap, sliding up her stomach and resting on her breasts. She felt rough hands squeeze her nipples painfully, felt them lift her breasts from her body by pinching only her nipples, felt the strange hands twist her nipples painfully as the weight of her breasts hung between her pinched nipples and where her breasts attached to her body.

Finally, she felt herself being picked up, then lowered into something. It took her a moment, then she realized it was her own suitcase! She felt it being zipped up, and her body forced to conform to fit into the tight space. Her claustrophobia began to control her then, yet in spite of her panic, she could not even twist about. The reverse arch she was forced to maintain, crushed her breasts into the stiff side of the suitcase, just as her feet couldn't help but press against the interior of the suitcase on the opposite side. The result was she found herself pressing her own body outwards against the luggage. The slick plastic material of the suitcase interior pressed in upon her from all directions, and she felt miscellaneous odds and ends she had tossed into the suitcase pressing into her naked flesh, when they weren't rattling around about her.

Afterwards, she knew she was being carried outside, and that she was being loaded up into some sort of vehicle. Each jolt caused a new throb of pain somewhere on her person. The ever present vibration of the dildo in her cunt was anything but pleasant at this point, and she cold feel the pony tail bunching around her lower back, with short wisps of pony tail hair caught between her thighs and pulling at the butt plug in her ass.

Jerry, for his part, had a plan. He was going to drive his fiancé out into the country. He had long ago purchased a remote cabin and stable with just this intention in mind, and planned to spend the next few weeks enjoying Alice's company without interruption. He even had a pony girl cart waiting for her to be hitched to so she could pull him about the property at his leisure.

Hoofed boots, just her size, awaited her dainty feet, and horse shoes were going to be nailed on as soon as he had her in the boots. Fresh straw was already filling the bottom of the stall, and a lunging lead line awaited her training sessions in the curiously small arena behind the stable.

He had no intention of ever releasing her now, and every intention of fucking the hell out of her as soon as he got to the cabin. When he wasn't fucking her, he planned on keeping her in her chastity belt full time in the stable with her pony tail plugged into her ass, a bit in her mouth, and her arms permanently restrained behind her back. He hadn't made up his mind yet as to whether to keep the dildo running or not - or even if he would ever allow her to see again.

It was very simple. Alice had made a horrible mistake.

She'd kept too close a record in her diary of her dark plans for this weekend, and Jerry had found it. As a result, he knew exactly what she had planned to do, when, and where. When he had seen firsthand what variety of kink she was into those many years ago when she was so drunk that one night, his own carefully concealed kinky streak had kicked in, and he could no more help his own actions from that moment on than Alice could, as his thoughts traveled along the exact same lines.

He'd long fantasized about enslaving an unwilling victim as a pony girl, and now he had the perfect specimen squirming in the luggage in the back of his vehicle.

Unfortunately for Alice, he was the one who had found her drunk in a bar those several years ago, mumbling about how much she loved ponies, how she wondered about bondage games, and in an unbelievably even less guarded moment she had even given away one of her secret on-line identities at a role playing website that specialized in pony girls. A website that she frequented as an active participant.

Now certain she had verified that she was the perfect target, he'd taken her to a tattoo artist and had the tattoo placed upon her ass cheek as a permanent reminder of her evening of indiscretion. It had been easy enough to get her out of the bar, as most everybody else had avoided interacting with her due to her extreme inebriation.

Jerry had to pay plenty extra to the tattoo artist to apply his skills to a drunk who obviously was not capable of making any decisions, but assurances that he would never be confronted by Alice about the tattoo allayed his concerns - along with cold hard cash. Besides, Jerry felt the tattoo artist was somewhat aroused anyway about the idea of creating his art on such a perfect canvas as was constituted by Alice's pale white ass.

The tattoo artist was curious about the design and even asked about it's meaning, but Jerry decided not to explain it was a symbol he'd seen on a website that he, himself, frequented, on the ass of a pony girl portrayed in one of the stories he'd read.

After that, it was simply a matter of taking her home, having his way with her unconscious body, and afterwards working his way into her life, being the considerate and conscientious boyfriend helping her piece together a missing period in her life, when in reality he was leading her down a path he didn't intend for her to return from. The tattoo provided an excuse for a constant source of interaction with Alice, which allowed him only continuous opportunities to work his influence upon her.

He'd had plans to transform Alice into a pony girl ever since he'd first heard her muttering in that bar, and when he realized the opportunity was being presented to him this weekend on a silver platter, he seized the moment.

He now intended to give her what she apparently so longed for, for the rest of her life....a life of slavery as a pony girl.

What more could Alice ask of her fiancé?

The End

This post has been edited by toadsted: 05 April 2012 - 02:32 PM