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.
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.
I looked at him, not sure what to say. I then took a breath and nodded slowly. “A promise is a promise.”
He smiled and held his hand out. I looked at him nervously then put my hand into his. He guided me over to a pair of shackles hanging from the ceiling then lifted my arms slowly, locking them into the shackles. I jumped slightly as I felt the padded steel lock around my wrists, locking me into place.
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.
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.
Sir and I had taken a break. Or I had and he had agreed. I had needed to find out who I was beyond a slave. When I had been ready Sir and I had sat down to have a chat. We talked for a while, trying to figure out how we were going to make this work,how we were going to move forward.
I was walking through the living room when he said one thing. “Strip…..”
The look in his eyes told me that today was not a day to argue. And was this worth my safe word? No.
So I stripped, easing my shorts off then my shirt, folding them and putting them neatly on a chair. I then slid my panties down my legs then eased my bra off before putting them both on the chair as well. He then turned to face him. He motioned me to sit in a chair that was near the tv so that I would obviously be more entertainment as well. I looked at the chair with the hole in the seat. And from within that hole was the head of a vibrator. I moved to the chair, straddling it then sat down slowly, feeling the vibrator pressed firmly against my clit.
“Legs…..” was all he said from the chair where he sat, watching me. I leaned over, securing my ankles in cuffs that were on the back legs of the chair. Now my legs were folded back on either side of the chair, the bottoms of my feet aimed back. He then stood up, walking over to me, sliding his hand down my face. He the took my right arm, aiming it straight up in the air then folding it back behind my head and securing it behind my left shoulder. He then did the same thing to my left arm so that my arms were crossed behind my head.
“We have spoken enough……” He secured an o-ring gag between my lips. “Now I just wish to hear your sounds.” He slid his fingers down my face then gripped at my breasts, pulling and slapping at them, pinching my nipples until I screamed out. “Tongue out…” I stuck my tongue out and he put a chopstick on top and a chopstick on the underside of my tongue and secured them on either end with rubber bands. This keep my tongue out of my mouth, causing me to groan, my tongue wiggling as I squirmed.
“And now…..for some enjoyment.” He knelt down in front of the chair then turned on the vibrator, drawing a long groan from me. I squirmed as much as I could as the vibrator began it’s torment. He moved back, sitting down to watch. His eyes would move between the tv and my form. And as the torment got worse, as my sounds got louder, his eyes were more on me.
I drew power from it. I felt his eyes on me and even in my torment I was loving that I could keep his attention. He stood up and walked over, pulling his cock out and began to jerk off. I watched his cock eagerly and I knew he saw my eyes. I knew he saw my hunger. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to give me what I wanted. He wanted me to work for it.
He came on my, his seed spraying over my tits and stomach. He groaned, milking the last out then wiped his cock on my face. I groaned, wanting to taste him but he was not going to even give me that. I then screamed out, reaching my first orgasm. The first of many. That night I writhed, I tried to beg, to plead but he simply watched me writhe. I broke out in a sweat, I was soon crying. There was no clock visible from where I had been and I was sure that vibrator had been going for hours.
Sir showed me a clock slowly and grinned. 15 minutes. I groaned, breathing hard, sweating. I shuddered, sobbing. He then grinned. “Another 15 to go.” He reached under the chair and turned the vibrator on high. My head went straight back and my screams bounced off the walls of our home.
Marcus walked over to the cage, hearing her moaning and trembling within the cage. She had a puddle of piss under her from over stimulation. Marcus smiled, walking over and crouched down in front of her cage. “You want out?” Her eyes looked at him, nodding as much as she could.
He opened the cage, watching the large cock slide out of her mouth, spit and drool sliding from her lips. She didn’t move though. She simply looked up at him, her eyes hungry but tired. “Crawl out.” She crawled forward slowly, groaning as the insert slid out of her ass. She shuddered quietly. “Sit back on your feet.”
When J woke up it took her a moment to remember where she was. Then it hit her and she moved to sit up but she couldn’t. Her arms were folded behind her head with her right arm pulled toward the left side of the bed, and her left arm toward the right side of the bed bound down with ropes. This propped her head up at an angle to allow her to look down her body. She squirmed, then felt a tight pull on her tits. She saw her tits were bound as well. There were bound tightly, surrounded by rope, the nipples hard on top of each discolored mound. Her legs were bound but loosely so she thought she would be able to turn over to ease the pull on her shoulders. But as she tried to lift her head more she felt a pull on her hair and realized he had bound her hair to the headboard so she could barely lift her head. Continue reading “Work Day – Afternoon”
My ass was on fire. I don’t know how long they had been spanking me but I had lost count long ago. I was crying, tears sliding down my flushed face. I had been spanked with everything they could think of: wooden spoons, a leather paddle, their hands, and their belts. I was sure my ass was bright red and glowing as badly as it hurt.
“Good girl….” I heard Sir say. I cried softly but nodded, mumbling a thank you Sir.
I heard someone clap once and I jumped. Marcus laughed. “Poker time, boys!!!”