Bondage as Aftercare · Part 2

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l her arms free, but it was a pointless effort. She hung her head panting for a minute. Her legs had stopped pedaling. She had to pause to catch her breath. This was exactly what she needed after such a shitty day. She started pumping the pedals again, but stopped momentarily because of how sensitive she had become.

Now each turn of the wheel caused pleasurable agony. She was far too sensitive for it to feel any other way. All she could do now was work through it, she wouldn’t be released until she finished the assigned distance. Of course, that wasn’t technically true, she could call for Maxine any time and her doting wife wouldn’t hesitate to release her, but the fantasy of needing to finish the route was enough to push her further. With an angry grunt aimed as much at the delightful torturer between her legs as at the fading memory of her incompetent coworkers, she managed to regain her pace.

Her toes were already awash in exquisite agony as each turn of the pedals drove her smashed digits deeper into the uncaring boots. Her thighs soon began burning against the strain of the bike’s resistance. Under the latex, every inch of her body was drenched in one bodily fluid or another. The rage once directed towards the idiots at work, was now channeled completely towards besting the exercise routine, and towards the promise of blissful sensations. It brought focus and purpose to her emotions.

Over the next half hour, she claimed another three orgasms from her modified fitness device. As she finished her designated program, she was exhausted, sweaty, and honestly numb downstairs. Her mind swam in an ocean of endorphins from both the exercise and the pleasure. It was perfect. Gone were the spreadsheets, the forms, the emails, and the human stupidity. Her mind was a serene palace devoid of any anxiety, too exhausted to care about the exasperating day, really weeks, she had endured recently. Huffing and panting, her body worn physically, she barely heard the click as the built in locks on the cuffs released.

“You know, I’m always impressed with how you power through these routines,” a reflection of Max spoke to the tired, but relaxed latex clad woman. “You could simply have your fun and wait for me to come back and release you, but you’ve never failed a single time to complete one of your workouts. It’s honestly impressive. I couldn’t do it.” Cora smiled as her wife’s arms encircled her. The weight of another body caused the intruder below to shift, and Cora couldn’t help but gasp.

“Oh, right! Let’s get you free.”

Cora watched Maxine as she adeptly released the remaining restraints. The posture collar and hood were left though. It wasn’t an oversight, but a calculated move by Max for clearly practical purposes. A recognizable click and small tug told Cora all she needed to know; Max had clipped a leash to the collar. “So, I’m guessing you need some peaceful bed time?”

Cora nodded with a smile. The exercise had removed the apprehension and anger, and now it was time to enjoy some peace and quiet. “And I’m guessing you want more than a couple hours, so full rest period?” Cora nodded again, her smile growing. “And I think my intuition already knows the answer, but full rest treatment with all the bells and whistles?”

Cora nodded again, but then corrected herself, “Let’s leave off the punishment and pain stuff.”

A light kiss served as an initial agreement from Max, until she added, “Of course, hon.” Cora watched her retrieve a pair of leather bondage mittens. We really need to get some latex ones that match the suit better, Cora thought to herself, but soon Cora’s hands were submerged in the leather, useless. It made her reliant on her caretaker, her love. That was one of the things Cora cherished about their shared kink. Giving control, trusting her partner to care for her needs. It was oddly freeing, liberating even as she found herself bound and restrained.

“Okay, if this is a Defcon 1 rest period, we need to get moving to get you fully hooked up, so try to keep up,” Max said with a playful smile. Her mind still fogged by the exercise, the orgasms, her mounting exhaustion, and frankly, practiced experience, Cora grunted and forced her dead legs to move, hurriedly following Max as they headed to their bedroom. As they left the workout room Cora clocked that her haphazardly discarded work clothes were gone, clearly whisked away to the laundry at some point by Maxine. How she managed that without Cora noticing she had no idea. Cora must have paused at the observation as she felt the chain leash go taut briefly. Max gave an understanding smile, and seemed to sense she needed to slow their pace as it was the sole occurrence along their short journey.

Once in their bedroom, Cora obediently waited seated on her knees watching as Max finished some key preparations. It was clear most of the difficult things were already done, her wife predicting yet again the outcome of what Cora would choose for her post-tax season bondage aftercare. Max attached a number of health monitors to the soon to be immobilized woman. They would monitor her heart rate and oxygen levels. If either were to go too far outside the norm or, heaven forbid, venture into dangerous zones, an alert would immediately go off on the alarm on the nightstand notifying the ever-vigilant Max. Cora had nothing to fear, she was in responsible and capable hands.

“Want to use the restroom or need something to drink before we get you set?” Max asked Cora more as her concerned wife than soon to be jailor.

“I’m good, and I don’t want any complications if this is going to be a full rest period anyways.”

“Okay, but you are drinking fluids as soon as you get out tomorrow. No ifs, ands, or buts, understood?” Cora could tell Max was serious and gave a solemn nod befitting her partner’s tone.

“Let’s get you fully suited then,” Max said, pulling out a modified panel gag that had a small tube protruding, and secured it on Cora. The tube was semi-rigid and would allow Cora to breathe during her rest. They had tried using it to provide water once in an effort to find a way to extend the rest period, but that had been a disaster with Cora coughing and sputtering on the cool liquid. It had been a terrifying experience in the moment. So, today the tube would be for breathing only. Next was Cora’s favorite vibrator. Maxine lubed it almost too much, a small puddle of the liquid pooling on the floor as the device was made flush with Cora’s womanhood.

A quick zip, and the remote-controlled assistant was secure. A latex blindfold was next snapped on attaching directly to the hood. A set of wireless headphones came last settling over her ears, muffling but not yet canceling out entirely the world about her.

Cora now found herself in darkness and nearly completely covered in latex. She felt the reassuring hands of her wife guiding her through the familiar space of their bedroom, then a pause. A clicking noise, then a rolling noise. Cora couldn’t see, but she didn’t need to. She knew Max had pulled out Cora’s secret private space, a vac-bed that was stored under their boring regular bed. She knew how beautiful and sleek the black latex looked on the cream-colored foam pad beneath. She knew once secured, she would feel both crushed and caressed by the device.

She faintly heard the creak as the panels of the vac-bed separated. Max’s firm guiding hands helped Cora into place. Her feet, the only part of her left free of latex currently, squeaked as she stepped on the latex backing. She braced herself as best she could against her wife, a difficult task in mittens and blinded, as she lowered herself into position. Once laying, a few gentle taps from Maxine aided in getting Cora positioned just right, and soon the top of the latex enclosure came to rest on top of her.

A few quick tugs near her mouth and a slight vibration came through the gag indicating that the breathing tube was pulled through the single tiny hole in the latex, placed there just for this purpose. A few snaps made clear that Max was nearly done. Cora waited for what came next. Her body was practically vibrating with excitement. It knew what awaited. Anticipated the sensations soon to occur. Then in a silent instant it happened.

The open space between the two panels and Cora’s latex clad body evaporated. It was quick, but smooth. One moment Cora felt the tantalizing faint touch of the top panel, then the next it was pressed against her firmly. She tentatively tried to move. First, her mitten clad hands, she could lift them perhaps half an inch, but the new layer of latex clung to her going from firm caress to taut pull as she strained against it. Next, her bare feet, now finally wrapped in the sensuous material. A similar experience happened there as well as her feet lifted slightly before snapping back down from the tug of the suctioned latex.

She had no way to escape now. Her body was pressed under layers of the wonderful material. It cocooned her in a perfect embrace. It at once shielded her from the sensations of the outside world, and clung comfortingly to her body, enveloping it in a constant pressure that relaxed the once tense woman further. Here she could let it all fall away. Forget the misery of donning business clothes and instead let her inner self free to swim in absolute relaxation.

A small jarring bit of motion followed by the reverberating feeling of something clicking told Cora she was safely tucked away and locked under their normal bed. Nothing could get to her here, only much needed rest awaited her. She needn’t worry about a thing sheltered by her latex and with Max as her attentive protector. Sure, Cora loved cuddling under their sheets and being held by Max, but this was a different comfort. In this configuration Maxine was her guardian and first line of defense against the annoying world beyond. Cora knew her wife would protect her from any harm, physical or mental, as she recuperated here encased and stored away. The faintest twinge of guilt pulsed in her mind as she thought thankfully about all that Max had done tonight already, and all she would do over the next twelve hours as Cora lay entombed in a restful repose here in this pressing and quiet place.

She heard the faint humming of the headphones grow as her wife’s soothing voice came through, “Alright hon, you are all set up. Enjoy your restful aftercare. Monitors are working, and I’ve got alarms set for myself to check on you. Love you and see you in the morning.”

Silence came now. The only noises in Cora’s consciousness came from the slow inhale of air through the tube and the slow thrum of her heartbeat. Cora cleared her mind, and began to drift. The headphones hummed alive once more, the volume lower, but the unmistakable sound of her wife’s recorded voice began reciting familiar refrains, “You are safe, you are loved, you are valued…” With the gentle recorded reassurances playing on a constant loop, Cora drifted fully into a peaceful slumber.

There was no telling how long this first restful period of unconsciousness lasted, but eventually Cora’s body and mind stirred as a faint buzzing pulled her from her sleep. The sensation was centered on her nether region, a pleasant warm feeling building there. The vibrations reached a crescendo not long after consciousness returned. Breaths hot and heavy escaped the breathing tube. Cora’s body strained the small distance allowed by the layers of latex as she soared through a wonderful little climax. Having done its duty, the welcome intruder inside her quieted. The hum in the headphones returned, “You are safe, you are loved, you are valued…” and almost as if the whole thing had been the briefest of passing pleasant dreams, Cora drifted back to sleep.

The process repeated once more the next day, but this time the vibrator kept going for longer pulling not one, but two orgasms from the utterly spent and serene woman. When it finally ceased, Cora could hear her wife’s voice once more, but this time it wasn’t a prerecorded message, but the genuine article, “Morning hon, hope you had a restful time. I’ve got a bath ready for us to share. I figured you would want to wash off the residue from your aftercare. I guess you could say it’s a bit of aftercare for your aftercare,” a light chuckle coming in through the headphones. Cora smiled warmly beneath the layers enrapturing her, both from the corny attempt at the same old joke, and at the immense love she felt in this moment to the woman mere feet above her. “Oh, but first you are drinking at least a liter of something with electrolytes in it as soon as I get you out.”

Cora rolled her eyes under her blindfold. Of course, she’d do exactly what her dear partner asked. She hated to admit it, but her throat was parched. Yet again her guardian was looking out for her. Rested, Cora felt more like herself now. All that was thanks to Max, and so as she felt the vac-bed roll out from beneath their vanilla bed, Cora began plotting how she would reciprocate the kindness and love of her incredible wife. Not to balance some sort of scales, but because she wanted Maxine to feel this same sort of focused and unyielding love she felt now. Guess we’ll be trying out that dog cage she was so insistent on getting the other week, Cora chuckled to herself as she felt the latex of her vac-bed release.

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