A Friend in Need · Part 2 (2/2)
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outh would supply the receptacle. Her motions were increasing speed, so I decided to intervene.
I quickly fashioned another rope and pulled her arms towards her shoulders tying them almost into a hammer lock which also pulled the crupper as tight as it would go. She fought against this new restraint but it was a futile gesture. She rolled left and right in frustration. I fashioned another rope and pulled her ankles to her hands making a hog-tie. I pushed her onto one side and started playing with her flesh, pinching and caressing her bottom and tits. She shook her head wildly but could not escape my attentions. I wondered whether she was regretting allowing me to get involved.
I left her alone for a little while to cool off. She could hardly move now and was obviously under great emotional as well as physical strain. She was twitching and trying to roll, straining at her bonds. I was getting quite worked up myself and it took all my self control not to rush over and try and stuff her into oblivion. Fortunately for her, she was so tightly bound it would take too long to gain access. Even so, I would still have to change things to enable my intended release to take place.
After a while she stopped struggling. I approached and my first touch made her jump. I loosened the hog tie but did not remove it completely. Her ankles were still attached to her wrists but she could almost straighten her legs now. I also loosened the crupper so that she would still feel it’s presence but it would not feel like she was being split in two. I now forced her into a kneeling position. She could sit back on her haunches or kneel up to a vertical position without the hog tie interfering or the crupper being too painful. I stood in front of her so that she could smell me. And reached behind her head to undo the gag.
She obviously guessed what was expected of her because she licked her lips and opened her mouth for me. I cannot say I was gentle, neither did I pump for very long before spurting into her. To my amazement she not only swallowed, but did not dribble even a drop. She even gently sucked as I came. I withdrew and she sat back onto her ankles to await my next move. I had promised her sexual relief, so it was up to me to fulfil that promise.
I removed the hog tie altogether and lifted her onto her feet. She was very unsteady, but managed to stay upright while I untied her legs and ankles. I guided her to one of the armchairs and sat her down. I lifted her ankles onto the seat and encouraged her to sit right back. I now set about securing her in place.
My ideas was for her to be sat with her feet on the edge of the seat, held apart so that I could have access to her vagina. To do this I tied each ankle to it’s own thigh then took a rope from each knee under the chair. Her legs were held wide and beckoning, I took a length across her chest and round the back of the chair just to stop her bending forward. She was very placid during all this, but I could sense that she knew her time had come and let out a feint encouraging groan. I took a tit in each hand and rubbed across her nipples to show that we had begun. With my hands still in place I could bury my head in her warm and surprisingly still wet pussy.
This was not an exercise in self restraint. I probed her with my tongue and sucked, while still rubbing her nipples. There was no way she could resist such a three pronged attack. I felt tension rise in her up to a climax, and drank the juices that came, but did not stop. I had deliberately not replaced the gag so that she could tell me when to stop and was going to wait until she did so. Her appetite was immense. She must have gone over almost a dozen times before screaming out a halt, the first words either of us had said in over an hour. I pulled back to let her rest and was aware of being watched.
I turned to see Pete standing clapping slowly, “bravo,” he said appreciatively, “bravo indeed.”
I was embarrassed to say the least.
“How long have you been watching?” I asked sheepishly.
“Longer than you think,” he informed me and drew my attention to several cameras strategically placed around the ceiling. I did not know whether to be angry, embarrassed or secretly chuffed. “I watched your whole performance and recorded it as well. For a novice you handled her very well. Don’t you agree dear?”
He turned to Anne, who, though still bound and unable to move, had regained her composure and was smiling broadly.
“He certainly did. I hope you were watching carefully, you might have learned a few things.”
I hoped she was not just flattering me. I felt more than a little uncomfortable standing stark naked in front of him. I did not really know what to say. This had been a set up, from the start.
“Why didn’t you just ask me?” I said accusingly, “Why all this deception?”
“Well we now have some very interesting video footage of you,” Pete said with what seemed like a touch of menace in his voice, “so you can not refuse if we decide to turn the tables. Anne is a very good submissive but she fancies a go at dominating, and I am not into that sort of thing.”
“What makes you think I am?” I said nervously.
“We will find out won’t we?” He was absentmindedly collecting up my scattered clothes, which I noticed too late.
“Hold on a minute,” I said wildly looking round. Anne was still as secure as ever, but without my clothes I was not in a position to run out of the house.
“Would you like to see the video?” He asked mischievously, “You are very good.”
My clothes were dumped in a chest with a padlock conveniently on it. I was trapped and I knew it.
“Come on,” I said trying to sound casual, “ the jokes over, I will be going now.” This was getting unreal. My mouth was getting dry, and I was starting to perspire.
Pete had started to release Anne from the chair. Her legs were already free and she had leaned forward for him to reach her hands. I watched with macabre fascination. I decide to make a bolt for the door, perhaps I could find some clothes upstairs, but Pete was too quick “Not a chance,” he said with a very firm tone, “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. There are two of us, and only one of you.”
I hesitated, unsure, long enough for Anne to come up from behind and throw a loop over my chest and pull. I fell over and was set upon. Before I knew it I was bound as helpless as Anne had been, wrists behind my back and ankles tight together.
“Not as elegant as your bondage,” Pete said wistfully, “but there’s plenty of time, you can now have your revenge dear. Have fun. I need to go and change the film upstairs.
I looked up at Anne. She still had on the bondage harness hugging her upper torso, but her limbs were of course free and her eyes were set hard. She was licking her lips with anticipation and the smile was unnerving to say the least. She showed me the gag, still wet from her usage.
“Let’s see how you like it.” She said.
“You near enough requested it,” I said weakly, “I am not into this sort of thing.”
“Ah but you are,” she purred, “open wide.”
I did not oblige. I was no in a position to fight her off effectively but I saw no reason to give in gracefully either. It was a futile gesture. Within a short time I was securely gagged. It was very effective. I was unable to make any sort of intelligible noise and my growls seemed only to encourage her. Then everything went black. Without sight I was completely disorientated. My heart started pounding and I gasped for air through the gag.
“Calm down,” she instructed, “We haven’t even started yet.”
I struggled to reply but was of course unable to do so. She left me alone for a while. Like I said I have no real experience of bondage. I had not even considered the possibility of me being at the receiving end so it was with some surprise that I realised I was sporting a raging hard on. I had curled myself up into a ball, I suppose to protect myself. I fought my bonds but soon realised it was hopeless. There were several turns of rope around my upper body holding my arms immobile. I could not work out where the knots to my hands were but could guess that they would be well out of reach. I doubted that the intention was to give me pleasure, which meant I was to be tortured in some way, and I was not even allowed to complain
The blindfold was removed and I found myself looking at a very different Anne. I suppose that it was supposed to be either intimidating or erotic. She was dressed in black, Crotchless panties, black stockings, leather suspenders and a leather bondage bra. It was just as well I was gagged, or I would have burst out laughing. As it was my reactions would have been less obvious. She pushed my knees out of the way and snapped something over my receding penis securing it under my balls. I assumed it was some sort of cock ring but there was more to it than that. I felt some weight down there, and my cock was covered by something.
There was intense pressure, I was amazed that I did not spurt instantly but it was not that long since I had fucked her. I squirmed ineffectually before looking down. It was surreal. My penis was in a large tube, a penis enlarger I supposed. I t looked ridiculous and felt very uncomfortable. I wondered what was next? Nipple Clamps!
It was pointless to try and turn away, or wriggle but I did nevertheless. I was surprised how little they actually hurt. She added some kind of weight to each one. For a moment or two I considered how I must look with a glass like tube for a prick and weighted clips on my chest, then it started to take effect. It was no longer amusing. Suddenly all I wanted to do was to get these things off of me. My chest felt like it was on fire and prick felt like it would burst. I screamed a few obscenities into the gag knowing that no one would be able to translate them. I rolled about and tried to dislodge one of the nipple clamps. I vaguely wondered if I could smash the penis tube. I felt something sting my now exposed backside.
“Naughty, naughty!” She chided, her hand clutching a rather wicked looking flogger. I rolled back to protect my rear. She just lifted my legs pushing me onto my back and admonished me further. It was not particularly painful in itself but I was now hot all over with pain shooting at me from different directions. What had started out as a dream come true had turned into the worst of nightmares. I vaguely wondered how it would end. I was then forced to my knees. I wavered unsteadily.
I looked at my tormentor. She no longer looked funny. I did not fear her but this had gone beyond a joke. I despised her.
“You will now pleasure me,” she told me.
She stood over me, her crotch under my nose, reached behind and undid the gag.
“Go to hell!” I spat.
She whipped me. I didn’t care.
“Get these damn things off of me.” I growled.
“After you’ve pleasured me,” she stated.
“No.” I said. “The nipple clamps come off.”
It was a stalemate. There was a glimpse of uncertainty in her face. She relented. I almost wished that I was still wearing the gag because it hurt like hell.
“Now the penis thing.”
She was even more reluctant but I stood my ground so to speak. As she released it I felt an unbelievable orgasm. I rolled over instinctively and curled back up. My fingers clenched and my whole body shuddered. I recovered my senses to see her with an amazed look on her face. I was exhausted. I was not sure how else I felt. I looked at her bewildered face and something softened in me. She had got out of her depth. The experiment had gone wrong.
“If you untie my legs I will give you that pleasure in a more comfortable position,” I suggested.
I had already demonstrated my prowess at licking out her pussy and I found it no less difficult with my hands still bound tightly behind my back. I gave her several good ones while she lay back in the chair. It took a while to get her started. It appeared that she responded better to being in bondage than administering it.
There were some embarrassing moments all round when I was eventually freed and given my clothes back.
“I would like both tapes please.” I said quietly. Pete disappeared and returned clutching two videos. For a moment I wondered if they were the right ones. I left quickly. It was the end of a good friendship. It was also a shame. I might have enjoyed another scene or two with Anne in bondage.
They were the right tapes. I blanked the second one. The other one is now stored out of harms way, and comes out when I am feeling lonely or depressed. On the other hand I have developed a strong practical interest in self bondage, including the use of a penis enlarger….
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