Joyce and Shawna · Part 4

Joyce and Shawna · Part 4 (4/4)
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As the music gathered speed and the kids were jumping like grasshoppers on meth, Joyce was struggling in her suspension bondage, panting through her nose, her chest heaving deep breaths as she was forced to silently cum over and over till she felt she was going cross-eyed. As her mind turned to gel, Joyce halfway wished these kids would simultaneously get rabies, struck by lightning, sucked up in a tornado and flung into the engine of a passing aircraft. On the other hand, her submissive side was having a blast and Joyce knew deep down she would probably smile a lot wider next time she saw them around the neighborhood.

As the sun set over the neighborhood, finally one of the girl’s phones rang and by the looks of it, a parent had rung the dinner bell, they all split up and left.

Joyce is left to hang limp in her harness, completely spent, staring blankly into nothing with her eyes half closed. Once in a while her body spasms from a random TENS zap. She is completely spent from cumming and struggling all day, as well as having her breath forcefully held whenever she made the slightest peep. Ever so often she feels her catheterized bladder drain a few drops involuntarily into the gallon jug beneath her and there’s nothing she can do about that either.

The dusk crawled over the neighborhood and the sky grew darker outside. Joyce gathered the scattered bits of her thoughts as she felt her stomach rumbling. Really? Was she to be sent to “bed” without supper? She could deal with many types of pain, but the ache in her belly was getting to her in a bad way, as it was distracting her from enjoying her bondage. “This is not cool!" she thought, and silently cursed Shawna for such a basic oversight, as well as her own submissive side, completely ignoring basic human needs in favor of sexual thrill. What was she thinking? In the middle of her deliberations, Joyce suddenly feels a feather light touch on her back.

Having been alone most of the day, it felt mentally like a lightning strike almost making her jump out of her skin, which translates to a quick thrash in the suspension harnesses. The control box however taught her well during the day, better than to utter a sound. She tried to turn her head to no avail as the straps secured to her head harness still forced her to look straight ahead.

Shawna had come up, carrying a canvas bag with some items. She comes into Joyce’s view and strokes her cheek, then turns to the window and closes the blind in front of it, before reaching for a pull string to turn on a sole bulb in the ceiling. Without a word, she reaches for the control box and turns off the automatic breath inhibitor and the vibrators. She reached up to Joyce’s ear and gently pried out one of her earplugs, so she could hear her well. Shawna produced a large steel thermos out of the bag. “You didn’t think I’d just leave you up here without dinner silly girl? – It’s okay, the silencer and vibes are all off for now," she says with a smile.

Joyce wriggled in her harness and hummed with excitement in response. Shawna unscrewed the thermos’s cap and held it under the breath inhibitor’s air filter, so Joyce could get a whiff. The wonderful smell was enough to set off Joyce’s stomach in a fresh growl; it was one of her favorites which Shawna made once in a while; delicious thick warm minestrone soup!

“Let’s get you some dinner sweetie, but give me a sec to set things up," Shawna said. She first pulled over a stepladder and turned off the dripper over Joyce’s head. Then she stepped in front of Joyce and looked her in the eye. “Okay hon, I am going to deflate your gag a bit, but I don’t want to hear any noise or attempted talk, or you will not get any dinner, understand?” Joyce, being very hungry, nodded her head minutely as best she could in the harness. Shawna let out some of the air in the large butterfly bladder, which up to now completely had been filling Joyce’s oral cavity, just enough that she could gently pry a clear hose in between the gag bladder and the roof of Joyce’s mouth.

This also allowed Joyce to swallow properly. The hose had a squeeze pump on the middle and Shawna fed the other end of the hose into the thermos. “Okay, close your eyes and I will start pumping slowly and you are going to swallow slowly too, as we don’t want any soup going down the wrong pipe. Open your eyes for me to stop pumping," Shawna instructed as she followed the soup making its way through the clear tube into Joyce’s mouth.

For the next 20 minutes Joyce concentrates intensely on throttling the flow of thick, delicious soup and swallowing accordingly. She found it easy to get a hang of, but the fear of getting any soup down her windpipe kept her focused. A slurping sound from the thermos indicated the meal was done. “Gosh, you really were hungry, Hon. Guess all the struggling up here during the day took its toll. You polished it off so it’s officially No More Soup For You, my dear," Shawna said with a big grin.

“Great – Bondage Captive of the Soup Nazi – News at 11," Joyce thought.

From her bag, Shawna produces another thermos and offers Joyce some nice cool orange juice to wash down the soup. Joyce gladly accepted, and gulped down most of the juice, knowing the catheter would take care of it all during the night.

“Honey, this is your last chance to bug out from spending the night up here," Shawna said; “Struggle for me if you want out.” Joyce thought hard about it for a bit. On one hand she wasn’t exactly comfortable, on the other hand her inner submissive craved and demanded she went the whole 9 yards. She really wanted to be able to look herself in the mirror and know she didn’t wimp out half-way. Joyce looked into Shawna’s eyes and remained still, she gave her a naughty wink just to emphasize her commitment. “Good girl, let’s get you tucked in then," Shawna replied with a smile.

She removed the hose from Joyce’s mouth, then promptly re-inflated the gag; “I’m not gonna lie to you wifey; it’s gonna hurt a bit, when I remove the nipple clamps – Better give you a few extra pumps," she said as she further inflated the gag in Joyce’s mouth. “I haven’t turned on your breath inhibitor again yet, so it’s okay to make some noise if you need to," Shawna said. Joyce closed her eyes hard as the rubber bladder extended her cheeks way more than before. Shawna quickly removed both nipple clamps at once and waited for the reaction. A split second later as the blood reentered Joyce’s nipples, she closed her eyes tightly and thrashed hard in the suspension.

Shawna thought for a moment Joyce literally would bring down the house, as the old wooden overhead beams creaked and groaned. Joyce breathed heavily, slowly opening her eyes, yet did not utter a sound. “Wow, the Silencer really did a number on you, huh?” Shawna says. “Mmmhh-h-h," Joyce responds softly, nodding slightly as a tear rolled down her cheek, as the pain in her nipples eventually subsided to a dull ache. “Aw, honey I’m sorry it hurt so much," Shawna said. She leaned in and tenderly licked each of Joyce’s sore nipples while Joyce purred into her gag with delight. Shawna paused and looked up hungrily at Joyce and stepped up on the cinder blocks.

She hugged Joyce’s head and kissed her repeatedly while wiping her cheeks. She let out some of the air out of the hard-pumped gag.

“Okay, it’s time to put you to bed for tonight," Shawna said; “First, let’s replace that saline bag, as you’ve almost consumed this one. The head drip, vibes and the random zaps will also stay off for tonight, so you have a chance to fall asleep. However, I will leave the Silencer active, but you need not worry about snoring triggering the system. It may also become somewhat chilly up here, so I’m going to turn on these two electric heater fans. They run on a thermostat so when the temperature drops below 75 degrees up here, they will keep you nice and toasty. Last, I don’t want anything to disturb your rest, so I will blindfold you and make sure you absolutely can’t hear anything either.

Shawna picked up a blindfold which consisted of two heavily padded leather discs on a strap. She pulled the strap around Joyce’s forehead and positioned the disks right above each of her eyebrows. As Shawna pulled each disk over Joyce’s eyes, forcing her to shut her eyelids underneath. Joyce’s world went dark and she shuddered, thinking of the night to come. Besides the restraints and the different devices filling her various orifices, the only sensation Joyce was left with was the constant, yet pleasant thrumming of the TENS-unit keeping the blood flowing in her arms inside the snug armbinder. She had come to forget about it, but was reminded as Shawna temporarily turned it off to change the batteries.

Joyce felt Shawna’s warm breath on her cheek as she said; “Good night, love – I will see you tomorrow." Shawna thought about it for a moment then added with a devilish snarl; “- then, I will come up and replace your gag with one that has a feeding tube and your buttplug will be replaced with an enema system. I will call your office and let them know you’ve fallen sick, so no matter what you are going to be up here for a lot longer than you thought, Slave Wife." Playing along, Joyce froze at the words then shook in mock horror while running the appropriate line in her head, to get her in the mood; “No, she is joking! This can’t be real! No, no nonoNO!!” Shawna bent down and turned on the Silencer system again.

Shawna had of course planned nothing more nefarious than a hearty breakfast for two of them on the downstairs patio tomorrow, but she loved twisting the plot and planting the seed of doom in Joyce’s submissive mindset, watching as the words hit home and Joyce started working herself into a panicked frenzy, pulling on her bonds. She even let out a stunted “Mmmnoo>CLACK<” before the Silencer abruptly cut her off and a punishment cycle began.

Shawna giggled sheepishly in amazement to herself “Wow, I really hit a tripwire in her noggin! Surely gonna catch hell for this tomorrow over breakfast… but sooo worth it!”

Without further words, Shawna plugged a fresh Vaseline covered earplug into Joyce’s ear canal as she struggled on. On top Shawna added a set of industrial ear protection muffs, effectively cutting off any residual sounds. A car alarm could go off on the street and Shawna knew that Joyce wouldn’t hear a thing. Shawna was getting hard by the sight of her wife, hanging in the suspension, cut off from all sense of sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch. She checked the jug on the floor connected to Joyce’s catheter, but it was only a third full, so there was no need to empty it tonight. Shawna gathered up the thermos and the other bits in her bag.

She reached up, pulled the string to turn off the lightbulb in the ceiling and rolled up the blinds in front of the window. Shawna made her way over to the floor hatch and took a last look, marveling at the sight of her love, hanging helplessly suspended in front of the tower window, all restrained, gagged and blindfolded, outlined by the pale moonlight filtering in.

She stepped down the steep tower staircase, closed the hatch deliberately hard so Joyce would feel the brief vibration, knowing that she was now imprisoned in the tower. Shawna closed the deadbolt and applied the old antique padlock and hung the heavy key on a string around her neck.

Shawna padded downstairs and fixed herself some rice and meat for dinner, then went back up to the bedroom. The house was quiet except for the occasional odd wooden creak of an old house. Shawna wondered if any of those little creaks came from her prisoner of love in the tower.

It was a pleasant yet strange feeling Shawna had going to bed alone, knowing she had the love of her life helplessly restrained and suspended two floors above in the attic tower. She had previously installed some extra hardware behind the big 75” flat screen TV in the bedroom, allowing for a quad-split view of the 4 cameras in the tower. The TV was mounted on the ceiling above the bed, so they could both watch it when lying down. As she checked in on Joyce she could see that her struggle was winding down. The pulse sensor showed her BPM’s coming down as Joyce was tiring.

Shawna felt a pang of sadness for Joyce, hanging up there all restrained in sensory deprivation. Shawna wanted to keep her wife company in some nice self-bondage for the night, but decided against anything too restrictive, just in case there was an emergency and she had to run up to the attic. Instead she went over to her wardrobe and pulled out her black shiny long-sleeved leotard and a pair of matching tights. Shawna applied a small padlock to its back zipper and rummaged around in her bedside drawer for a couple of other items. She found her lockable ball-gag trainer harness and a special buttplug she had been wanting to try out for a while. Shawna popped in the medium sized black ball in her mouth, which she knew she could sleep with. All the straps were firmly fastened and 4 padlocks applied to keep it all secure.

Next item was the buttplug, which was a special order: It had a threaded rod inside, which when screwed backwards, would compress and expand a rubber ball, making the plug larger and impossible to remove. Shawna stuffed the plug in a condom and lubed it up, sliding it up her rear. She turned the end of the rod a number of times until the plug filled her completely and added a padlock to her end. Now her butt was off limits too.

Last, Shawna added a black plastic chastity cage to her cock. It took some strong willing of mind over hard-on to get her cock down to a size where it would fit in the chastity device. Succeeding she added a couple of padlocks there as well and pulled the crotch piece of the leotard over to cover her toys.

She threw the keys into the open lockbox which still sat open on the nightstand. Earlier in the day she asked Joyce to set the combination. Closing the lockbox with a loud clack, Shawna knew she was now tightly gagged, plugged and her cock was off limits until such time tomorrow that Joyce opened the lockbox. She laid back on the bed and drew up the duvet, watching the live video feeds from the attic. It looked like Joyce was settling down for the night. Her pulse was down and she was only twitching a little now and then. Shawna cursed her own ingenuity as she wished she had jacked off before putting on the chastity device. She was forced to endure a dull throb in her cock, watching Joyce dangle in her restraints. As the hour got late, Shawna found herself yawning behind her ball-gag and getting tired. She curled up in the bed and fell sound asleep.

As the sun rose next morning, Joyce stirred slowly in her restrained suspension and woke up to the first rays heating her skin. She couldn’t see or hear a thing, but she could feel a nice warmth spreading over her body as the sun got higher. With nothing else to do, she did what she could to stretch and yawn, careful not to make a sound. She wondered what was going to happen today and was missing Shawna. The whole thing was getting her a bit emotional and she sobbed quietly, longing for some company.

Meanwhile downstairs, Shawna had woken up as well. The sun was gently heating the back of her black leotard through the bedroom window. She got out of bed and went downstairs in the kitchen to prepare a rich breakfast table for both of them. After starting the coffee maker, it was time to go up and release Joyce. She carefully ascended the stairs and unlocked the attic hatch. She silently opened it and was greeted by the sight of her bound wife just as she left her all suspended. Joyce was stirring in her bondage and while making curious little puffing sounds through the Silencer.

It was not until a tear drop formed underneath the blindfold and dripped to the floor that Shawna realized Joyce was crying silently. She instantly felt sorry for her and got busy quickly; From a nail on the wall, Shawna fetched the keys to the padlocks holding Joyce captive and then turned the Silencer off. She placed the cinderblocks back in front of Joyce and stood up on them facing Joyce who was still oblivious to her presence. In a swift motion Shawna slid the blindfold off Joyce, who flinched in surprise at the sudden motion. Shawna was met by a couple of wet eyes. Joyce hadn’t known what to expect that morning and what was worse, she was hungry again.

Still very much gagged, Shawna quickly tapped the air-filter of the Silencer, then made a cut-off motion towards her own throat, followed by a thumbs-up sign; “It’s off, you can make sounds again," she silently signaled. Joyce took a deep breath and cautiously uttered a short “hm?" When nothing happened, she closed her eyes, letting loose a long moan as fresh tears streamed down her face and over her gag harness. Shawna felt awful and leaned in to hug her and nuzzled her gagged lips up against Joyce’s still plugged ear. It was clear Joyce was relieved her day-and a half ordeal was over but she was nevertheless sobbing and her body shook lightly under Shawna’s gentle caress.

Shawna began to unlock and unstrap Joyce, first removing the Silencer from Joyce’s nostrils. She took another deep breath and her tears had begun drying up – it was clear she was feeling a lot better. She even managed to give Shawna a wink.

In turn, Shawna unplugged all the wires and hardware, clamped and detached the catheter from the jug. Joyce winced as Shawna removed the IV drip from her shoulder. Shawna quickly wiped the exposed skin clean with an alcohol swab and applied a small band-aid. She winked and gave Joyce a “Good as new!” thumbs up.

Shana proceeded to remove the spreader-bar between Joyce’s knees as well the two straps from her gag harness to the sides and back. As she unbuckled Joyce’s ankle cuffs from the beams, she removed her boots and guided Joyce’s feet back onto the cinder blocks to support some of her weight. Shawna released the remaining straps holding the armbinder to the figure-8 ring. Just as she supported Joyce when she was installed in the suspension bondage, Shawna put her shoulder under Joyce’s lower stomach and held her with one arm, while releasing the crotch belt from the 8-ring with the other.

Joyce was gently lifted off the cinder blocks in a Fireman’s carry, yet still wearing the gag and armbinder. On wobbly legs she was about to sit down on the cinder blocks, but thought twice about it with the butt plug, vibrator and catheter still installed. Instead Shawna sat down on the cinder blocks and laid Joyce over her lap. She first turned off the TENS-unit for the arms, then methodically unlocked and unstrapped the armbinder, unplugged the TENS wires, and finally cut off the zip ties holding the mittens on Joyce’s wrists.

Joyce carefully brought her rather stiff arms around while massaging her fingers. While still lying across Shawna’s lap, she kept herself busy with removing the long PVC gloves and the TENS pads on her arms, Shawna worked on removing the ankle cuffs and the ballet boots. Joyce was now down to the still locked gag harness, leotard, tights and the “downstairs plumbing” items still inserted.

Shawna helped Joyce to stand up, motioning for her to grab hold of one of the vertical beams and spread her legs, so the last bits of hardware could be removed. Shawna pulled the latex panties down, then pulled the crotch of Joyce’s leotard aside and gently pulled the vibrator out of her pussy. Next was the catheter. Shawna used the valve on the side to deflate the little balloon inside Joyce’s bladder. Once again Joyce braced for expected pain, yet the catheter came out without incident. As she carefully opened an eye, Shawna gave her a wink and a gentle stroke over her still swollen clit.

Shawna was about to reach back and remove Joyce’s buttplug, however Joyce laid a hand on her shoulder, held up two fingers and shook her head. It was clear she needed to go #2 and wanted to remove it herself. Affirming with a nod, Shawna stood up and produced a small Allen wrench and opened up the heavy metal collar Joyce had been wearing and unlocked the zipper of the leotard.

Both girls were now down to their leotards and gags. Joyce motioned to hers as to say; “What about this." Shawna pointed towards the hatch, as to say “It’s downstairs," where she had left the pump with the deflator valve for Joyce’s gag as well as the keys to both their gags.

They left all the toys where they were and proceeded to help each other down the steep steps from the attic. On the first floor, Joyce pointed to the guest bathroom and motioned Shawna to head downstairs ahead of her. As Joyce went about her business, Shawna stopped by the bedroom and grabbed a couple of black satin robes, stripped out of her own leotard and put the robe on. She hung the other one on the bathroom door for Joyce and headed downstairs. She went straight to the kitchen counter where she left the last keys, unlocked and removed her own ball gag with a sigh of relief.

As she was pouring the coffee a minute later, Joyce came down. Shawna had gone all-in with pancakes, eggs, fruit and everything else she could think of. Joyce gave a little impatient stomp and a frustrated “hrrmph!” as she pointed at the table and then at her gag. Shawna laughed and got the keys and the deflator valve. “Yeah, that would have been the definition of cruel to be excluded from breakfast, let’s get you out of that last bit of gear." As she removed the gag, Joyce moved her jaw around and gave Shawna a big hug and spoke the first words since yesterday “Honey that was epic! I’d kiss you right now but methinks we both have the dog breath of legend right now." “Yeah, let’s get some chow instead," then we can go upstairs and wash up, mellow out with some TV and then clean up the attic in the afternoon.”

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