J soon found herself very very helpless. She was in the middle of the room, her arms bound securely to a bar that ran along the back of her shoulders, her arms out straight from her in a T position. Her legs were pulled up and out to each side, the ropes under her legs, pulling them spread out to each side, exposing her pussy and ass. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail away from her face and was secured to the bar with a rope so her head could not drop forward. He wanted her every micro-expression to be seen by those that would be entering.
The place is a club of sorts. Underground, quiet. There are no markings on the unremarkable mill building. As one looks closer they see a heavier door with a reinforced lock on it. It is meant to keep people out…..but those that enter wonder if it is also meant to keep people in. It is named Trapped after all.
James heard her showering and walked into the bedroom, tossing his things onto the bed before glancing at the bathroom door. He smiled a bit, picturing his wife in the shower, water sliding down her body. He felt his cock stirring at just the thought of her. And now, he had a few days off for Thanksgiving, Kelly had a few days off from her job as well. Oooh they were going to have fun.
He was having a party and she was the centerpiece. She was humiliated and wet and the party hadn’t even started. She was currently kneeling on the coffee table, her hands bound out to each corner of the table, breasts hanging below her. Her knees were on the table, bound down and out so that her legs were spread. Then her ankles had been bound down to the legs of the table, keeping them in place. He had a belt around her neck and had her hair pulled up in a messy ponytail.
She lay on the bed, naked, her hands and ankles locked into a bar that was between her legs, keeping her ass and pussy up in the air. The side of her face was resting on the bed under her, the blindfold firmly in place over her eyes. Her ass was red from the spanking he had given her, her pussy glistening from the fucking he had given her.
He woke up and turned over, seeing his beautiful wife laying beside him on her stomach, sleeping soundly. They had made love the night before and he had been eager to try something new with her. So he leaned over, quietly opening a drawer on the side table and pulled out a ziptie. He then very, very gently pulled her arms back behind her, putting the ziptie around them then secured her wrists firmly at her lower back.
She lay on a small wooden structure, her arms strapped down tightly just below her sides. There were straps across her spread thighs, her legs bent at the knees and strapped at the ankles at the base of the structure. There was another strap across her waist, and another above and below her breasts. Her head hung off the end, currently keeping her head upside down, her face partially red from the angle.
Marcus leaned back in the chair and smiled faintly. “Let me tell you about my first time…..”
I was 18. I had enjoyed a roll in the hay every now and then but nothing that had really, really made me feel…..great. I had begun to think at 18 that sex was overrated. WAY overrated. Other guys talked about how great it was and I truly thought there was something wrong with me.
Then….I met Cat.
She was laying on the bed, legs bound to the corners of the bed. Her arms were up and bound to the headboard and her mouth had a gag in it that kept her mouth open, allowing sounds but no words. She squirmed, her bare pussy clenching in anticipation.
He walked in, looking down at his wife, his prize. Damn, he was lucky to have her, to have a woman that loved this, loved being bound, loved being tormented, loved being teased. He walked over and put a rope around her leg above her knee and pulled her leg spread to the side a bit more, exposing her wet pussy even more, knowing he was doing the right thing as her toes were curling slightly, a soft moan coming from her parted lips.
I was bound on the bed, face up, my hands pulled straight up above my head. My body was at the bottom of the bed, my legs spread wide into the splits. He had positioned a fucking machine between my legs, it’s cock thrusting in and out of me at an achingly slow pace. He had a vibrator hanging from above the ceiling, the magic wand brushing against my clit but not on, not yet. He had a plug in my ass, keeping me stuffed for him.