Mistress Melanie Leaves Me Hanging · Part 2 (2/2)
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After checking the rope attached to my rope bra to verify it was secure (she’s very good with knots), Mistress Melanie grabbed the hanging end and hauled in on it, using her weight to lift my body off the chair. The entire length of my body- not to mention my cock- was pretty much stiff due to my rigid bondage; first my shoulders left the back of the chair, then my ass left the seat, leaving me balanced between the rope and my one foot. Melanie continued to pull until I was upright, balanced on my useless toes. I felt each click of the ratchet as I lifted up, more and more upright. As she lifted me, the ropes of my bra tightened and the clamps bit harder. Finally, only my helpless toes touched the floor.
Mistress Melanie checked the straps to verify the immobility of my legs and my arms. I had been reduced to a six-foot-long length of helpless meat!
I foolishly spoke to her: “Oh, Melanie… this is incredible… “ “Shut up, slave!”, she snapped. Surprised, I looked dumbly out at her as she produced my blow-up penis gag and stepped to me. She slipped it into my mouth (which for some reason I willingly opened for her), buckled its straps behind my head, and pumped its bulb. The penis grew within my mouth, first pressing my tongue down, then bulging my cheeks out, until any possibility of speech was completely taken away from me. {Mistress Melanie knew I always gag myself during my self-bondage games; not being able to cry out for help, even if there’s nobody to hear, makes me feel that much more powerless.)
Mistress Melanie then went to my closet/warehouse of implements (she’s been there before, of course) and brought out the mirrors. I watched submissively as she set up first one, then three, and finally all five, and I realized that she was planning on making me a spectacle of me for myself. Oh, shit… just what I enjoy so much!
Mistress Melanie next produced a bungee cord, knelt at my feet, and tied the cord to the ring bolted the cement floor of my dungeon. She caressed my balls gently for a moment before she stretched the cord and then tied it around my ball sack. When she released the cord, I felt it pulling sternly down, crushing my balls to the bottom of their sack, anchoring me firmly to the floor. I tried to tell her that it was too tight but she ignored my mumbled pleas. I don’t know if she understood me, but she ignored me.
I looked down at her over my heaped-up and clamped breasts. Her eyes brightened with an idea; she rose and again stepped to my closet. My heart sank and my cock rose as I saw her returning with… oh god, a butt plug!
Was she doing to burden me with one of everything she could find? She had a tube of slippery stuff in her other hand and carefully coated the rubber instrument of horror.
I looked closer and saw, with some concern, that she had selected one of my largest plugs- a rather new one that I hadn’t used on myself too often because it was too fat. Oh, shit… my head wondered whether this ‘consensual exchange of power’ was really such a great idea. “Hell, yes, of course it is!”, my cock responded.
I watched her in the mirrors as she knelt behind me. She gently but firmly inserted two slippery fingers up my ass, twisting them around to spread the lubricant over my innards. My cock reacted happily to the unexpected joy of penetration by a girl! Mistress Melanie looked up at me in the mirrors, holding my eyes as she held the plug up for my inspection and then pressed the plug up against my asshole. I tensed for a moment but then relaxed, and the plug slowly entered me.
Mistress Melanie slowly and relentlessly shoved upward the plug into me. The first penetration of my anxious ass caused a stirring in my bound balls and made my cock dance before her, drawing a smile of satisfaction to her painted lips. She continued to twist the intruder upward and inward, and I started to really feel the stretching of my tender asshole as the widest portion of the too-fat plug slipped farther into me. I was beginning to feel serious pain when the narrow neck of the plug finally reached my ass, and the bulk of the plug shot firmly home, deep into my bowels. The plug was pressing on something sensitive inside me, and my cock stretched desperately toward her. I stained against the straps pinning my arms against me and felt only helplessness. I wanted so badly to cum with her….
“Well, slave, that just about completes the bondage you need so badly. Now comes the hard part- the waiting. Of course, I’ve had to wait all this time while I worked on you, so now it’s your turn to wait and watch while I work on me!” I watched helplessly (how else?) as she stood up and stepped back against the workbench. As I watched from my self-designed and deliberately helpless position, she leaned back and spread her legs, hoisting her denim miniskirt to her waist to revealing her skimpy black nylon panties. (Melanie firmly believes that her underwear, like her outerwear, should be selected to be seen.) She reached down and pulled the bit of cloth down around her knees, exposing the thick thatch of pubic hair between her soft, firm thighs. I could see the thick lips of her pussy, plump and eager.
“Don’t you wish you could get to this delightful meat now? Don’t you wish you could push your cock up into this hot, tight little pussy?”, she taunted me as she leaned back, spreading her thighs even further for my frustrated inspection. I watched as her fingers slipped down into her bush, opening her pussy lips. She lifted her hands to her face, licking her fingers, and slipped them into herself.
Entranced, I watched as her fingers dove into the haven I wanted so very badly to possess. But every attempt I made to even struggle against my bonds was useless. I had chosen implements that were too effective, and Mistress Melanie and I had applied them too well. I wasn’t going to touch her, touch myself, or touch anything until Mistress Melanie decided
I would, and it looked like she wasn’t going to decide that for quite some time.
Locking her eyes to mine, Mistress Melanie reached back and picked up a dildo which just happened to be lying on the workbench. She slipped the dildo- thick black rubber, with prominent veins and impressive-looking bumpy studs down its extravagant length- into her mouth, liberally coating it with her saliva, and then lowered it between her wide-spread legs. My eyes twitched rapidly between her eyes and her twat as the thick slab of rubber drilled between her pussy lips and disappeared into her dripping cunt. My cock strained out at her- uselessly.
As she savored the penetration of the dildo, she continued to taunt me. “Oh my god that feels good… I wish you could be shoving your fat cock into me, you sick pervert… oh this fat thing feels so good as it plows into me… oh god!” She stroked vigorously, driving the dildo deep into herself.
My cock ached for her, empathizing with the feeling of the studs stimulating her twat as the slippery mass of rubber drove in and out of her- but, bound as rigidly as I was, I couldn’t even wiggle, let alone do anything useful.
She leaned back, maintaining eye contact with me as she spread her thighs wide. I gazed at the wanton spectacle of her pussy expanding and contracting over the ripples as she plunged the dildo deep into herself. My balls ached, and not just from the bungee cord.
Mistress Melanie dropped to her knees, only inches away from my cock.
She pulled her knees together, pressing in on the dildo, as she wordlessly mouthed her ecstasy. “Oh, damn, this makes me feel so good…. I wish you could fuck me now… I’m so hot for you… Ooohhhh! Oooohhh!”
She reached between my legs and grabbed the flared base of the plug which protruded from my vulnerable ass. As she stroked her pussy with the dildo with one hand, with the other she twisted the mass of rubber embedded in my bowels, alternately pushing it in and out with a stroking motion, then twisting it around with a swizzling motion. With each motion, my balls screamed for release.
Mistress Melanie smiled as she knelt before me. Then she started to fulfill my fantasies as she reached up to seize my ass cheeks in her hands and pulled me to her, sucking my fat, eager cock into her warm mouth. Her lips closed around my meat, and then her cheeks pressed against my shaft from the sides. I quickly responded to her expert oral action, and she sucked my heavy erection deep into her throat. She had shown me before that she knew how to suck cock- she took a deep breath, exhaled, and inhaled my cock until her face was pressed against my pubic hair.
Mistress Melanie fucked her face on my cock for a moment (bound as I was, I couldn’t fuck back) and then reached between my thighs to grab the base of the plug. Using it as a handle, she pulled forward, although I could only move an inch or so. Mainly she used it as leverage to move her head up and down on my straining erection! She took two deep breaths, exhaled and then inhaled deeply, sucking my cock down her throat. Her face bobbed up and down on my cock as she savored the feeling of the head of my cock drilling far into her.
I started to feel the first twinges of an orgasm, but Mistress Melanie had studied Dominance too well. She pulled on my ‘ass handle’; with one final slurp she sent the head of my cock ‘way down into her chest. In the same motion, she pushed back on the butt plug, and the head of my cock streaked out of her throat, out from her mouth, and dangled free in the air. Damn shit fuck piss damn!
As I hung there and felt the agony of my frustrated balls, Mistress
Melanie let go of the plug and slipped one hand up under her shirt and her bra. As she stretched the bra out and pushed it up, both her heavy breasts tumbled free. While one hand worked the dildo up into her greedy pussy, the other twisted her nipples. My cock strained out at her.
While she worked her nipples between her fingers, my own nipples suffered from the clamps and the extra-heavy chain pulling down at them. Why the hell did I add the bigger chain?
Mistress Melanie released her nipple and slipped her free hand into her crotch, gently stroking her clit while the other hand continued to work the dildo in and out of her dripping-wet snatch. Bound as IShe groaned and grunted loudly; I groaned with her, pleading behind my gag to share her ecstasy with her. But she ignored my unintelligible pleas, and in a few long minutes the unmistakable squeals of a loud female orgasm echoed through the dungeon, followed by the ‘slap!’ of the wet dildo hitting the floor.
After taking a moment to collect her wits, Mistress Melanie stood up, smiled deviously, and reached up under her skirt- still crumpled up around her hips- and pulled down her panties- similarly still around her knees.
She bent to pull them off and stepped over to me.
“I’ll leave you something to keep you mind on me while you’re waiting!”
She stepped to me and lifted her arms; her breasts, still hanging and exposed under her bra, bobbled with the motion. She pulled her panties down over my head, positioning them carefully so the crotch lay over my nose. I took a deep whiff of her familiar female scent, strong and heady, and groaned aloud with my need for her. Mistress Melanie smiled and said “I hope that’ll be a reminder of what you’re missing, you sick pervert!”
Mistress Melanie made one quick trip around me, tugging and tweaking as she went, to verify that my bonds were both safe and secure- they were both- and walked out the door. The dungeon door, which I made myself to be secure-sounding, closed with a solid booming sound appropriate to a dungeon.
I wait for three or five hours for her to return… has she left me forever?
That’s not part of my fantasy. I hang there, rigidly immobile and helpless.
I wait, each labored breath filled with the scent from the panties.
I think back, remembering how they were swallowed up by her fleshy pussy lips.
I wait, looking out at my reflection in the mirrors. I savor the rigid bondage I myself designed, my tits swollen in the grip of the ropes, the cruel clamps pinching my nipples, the hose of the pump-up gag dangling in my cleavage, the severity of the straps which bind my arms at my sides.
I wait, feeling the pain at my nipples, remembering how she had to stimulate herself with the dildo because I was helplessly bound, horny and helpless, bound and uncomfortable and helpless. The emphasis is on ‘helpless’, and all I can do is wait and suffer and imagine and suffer and remember and wait for Mistress Melanie to return. I hope she returns….
Mistress Melanie Leaves Me Hanging · Part 2 (2/2)
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