Bondage Day Off · Part 2

Bondage Day Off · Part 2 (2/2)
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how much I enjoyed it!

“I'm going to go make a sandwich, so be a good little sex slave until I'm done for the day.” It was like one of those record scratch freeze frame scenes from the beginning of an ‘80s or ’90s movie, and my eyes went wide.

Seriously?! I all-but shouted, but only a heavily muffled “Mhmphmph?!” came out.

He playfully tweaked my nipples; I squealed, and he smiled wryly in satisfaction at my reaction. Emboldened, he tugged hard at the front of my crotch-rope to tease me, and his smile broadened as I squealed again and moaned. I was angry at myself for moaning, but tried not to show it as I proceeded to whine in disappointment over the teasing “neglect.” He came back at me with a stern look that said “behave” without actually having to say a word. My gaze falling from his eyes in submissive shame, I managed to squeeze out an obedient (and completely muffled) “Yes, Master” behind the gag before he went back out—presumably to the kitchen—closing the door behind him a second time and leaving me alone once more.

Almost immediately, the vibe jumped to life again! I squealed and moaned yet again, trying to get off from it as best I could by bucking as it stimulated me, but it shut off after less than 30 seconds again!

NOOOOO!!

Screaming into my gag, I thrashed wildly against my bonds in immense (sexual) frustration, nearly falling off the bed in the process. Whatever the girl equivalent of the male “blue balls” is (“blue vulva?” “blue clit?” LOL), this was the worst case I’d ever had!

Okay, Linds, get a hold of yourself.

I lay there motionless on my side for a long few moments—disoriented and unsure of precisely how I ended up that way when I had been sitting upright before—red-faced and breathing hard as I tried to control my arousal and catch my breath. A deeply pissed-off look was clearly evident on what was visible of my face above my gag (I could just see myself in our full-length mirror), plainly communicating something along the lines of “I would kick him in the butt so hard if my legs weren’t bound, then immediately furiously masturbate to orgasm if my hands weren’t bound”—though obviously neither of those things were the case! I tried to collect myself, and my thoughts and feelings, but the vibe kicked in again right as I was starting to cool down!

“MMMPPPHHH!!”

As during the morning, I had no idea how much time was actually passing, but he kept that up ALL. afternoon! By the time I could see the change in the afternoon light coming in the bedroom window (it faces in such a way that we get a blast of sun starting about 4/5 PM that time of year), I was intensely horny; my pussy chafed from being rubbed by the crotch-rope all day; and all my cute, demure struggling had been replaced by serious thrashing around in my bonds in very real frustration and desperation. I really hoped he would stop tormenting me and finally just let me cum! After one particular bout of this frenzied struggling, I could hear him taunt me from the door.

“Awww, what's the matter, slave?” He emphasized the last word sarcastically. You don't like my teasing you like this?”

No, Master! I’m begging you, please let me cum! I sobbed into my gag and shook my head, thrashing some more.

“Awww, poor pet…”

He was clearly enjoying himself immensely at my expense, but my heart leapt when I felt the vibe roar to life!

“MMMmmm…!” I groaned in satisfaction, shutting my eyes from the pleasure, and he chuckled something (I honestly wasn't paying attention to him at this point, blinded as I was by my fog of lust and need) about how nice he was for giving his pet a treat.

After all the build-up, all the tease and denial, I was finally getting my long-awaited orgasm! Moaning and bucking like a mare in heat, I came quickly, and the release was heavenly! White hot euphoria permeated every cell in my body as my mind and vision went blank. My body involuntarily began to quiver and moan, and both things progressively built in strength as the orgasm raged. I screamed in orgasm as loudly as I ever had (I was beyond grateful to have been gagged as thoroughly as I was lest the neighbors hear me and—God forbid!—call the police!), and strained as hard against my ropes as a jet engine at take-off!

After a while, the tide of tremendous pleasure peaked and began to ebb, though the orgasmic shock wave continued to reverberate. I collapsed back into myself and my bonds with the vibe still going, and I continued to feel and quiver from its effects. As I lay there spent from that first intense orgasm for what felt like an hour (but was likely only about a minute), I attempted to catch my breath as best I could through my nose alone, even more helpless than before for the fatigue.

In spite of my exhaustion, because of my intense, pent-up desire, my body and mind were both absolutely, positively rarin' to go for a second—particularly as my vibe continued buzzing away inside me. I panted hard through my nose, moaning in pleasure through my securely sealed lips as I once more began humping and grinding against both vibe and crotchrope alike. This time, the orgasm came more slowly, requiring a lot more “work” on my part. Slowly, a warm wave of a milder—but no less delightful—pleasure roiled through me like a tub filling with hot water. Though it was noticeably less intense than the first (which was admittedly the single most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life to this point), this orgasm lasted a lot longer as I shook and twitched.

As with the one before, this tide of enjoyment once again ebbed gradually, leaving several aftershocks in its wake. Even just lying there without actively trying to struggle, I could hardly catch my breath gasping desperately for air through only my 2 dainty little nostrils with my lips securely and (semi-)permanently sealed. If I thought I was worn out before…!

After 2 quick orgasms in very short order, the orgasmic “honeymoon” from literal hours of tease and denial was waning. I was starting to feel seriously physically drained and tired, but I quickly realized the vibe wasn't backing off at all, and started to struggle frantically once more. I had no idea what his game was, but I didn't know if I could handle more than a couple orgasms like that in rapid succession. (I mean, yes, like a lot of women, I had had multiple orgasms, but never before three in less than five minutes.) I started to thrash again in increasing desperation as I caught something of a second wind, which made me come again from struggling in my tight ropes!

“MMMRRRPPHH!!”

This orgasm was decidedly less enjoyable than the first two (under the circumstances), but no less enormous in magnitude and duration. I shuddered and collapsed once more, very-nearly shattered by the relentless pleasure endlessly coursing through my helplessly bound body.

It was at about this time—while I was in a tired daze attempting to catch my breath from that third massive orgasm, and whimpering helplessly as my vibe kept buzzing away mercilessly—that I saw him come out of the bathroom nude with a raging erection. I could feel myself turn beet red despite myself.

“Awww, what’s the matter, pet?” he teased sarcastically. “I thought you wanted to cum?”

Of COURSE I wanted to cum, you jerk! But not like this! This is too much!

“Mph, Mphph, MPH mmphh mm mph!” (“Please, Master, please turn it off!”) I begged and whined.

He walked slowly over to the bed, and I gave him my most genuinely forlorn, distressed face as I whimpered and moaned, begging and pleading with him to turn my vibe off. Without acknowledging my predicament or my appeals, he firmly grabbed me by the yoke on the back of my chest harness with one hand and my crotchrope with the other. Using the leverage from both, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and up into a sitting position facing him as I squealed loudly in genuine surprise under his control.

“Let's fix that for you, pet.”

I felt him untying the end of the crotchrope before pulling the sopping wet pussyfloss and vibe out of my now borderline numb lips and vagina. The rope made a slick ‘schloop’ sound, followed by the wet ‘pop’ of the vibe. Both were accompanied by a peculiar tactile sensation that was strikingly similar to pulling a drool-covered leather strap ball-gag out of my mouth after wearing it for hours, except at my lower lips. I was still panting heavily from all my previous exertion, but managed to breathe a distinct sigh of relief between gulps of air through my nose. He continued to undo the waist portion of my crotchrope, but my pussy and I both knew what was coming next!

He dropped the wet rope, soaked through with my pussy juices, onto the floor. Holding my still thoroughly gagged face by the chin in one hand and one of my breasts in the other, he looked me square in the eye as he pulled close.

“Now it's MY turn.”

His voice oozed dominance and masculine lust, which I was always elated beyond words to be able to inspire in him. It made me intensely hot even though I was wildly exhausted, and I could feel myself positively gushing with pussy juices. (In retrospect, it’s perversely funny to say I was both literally and figuratively drained!) Though I was still gasping for air through my nose trying to catch my breath from before, I whimpered slightly—excited (and relieved) at finally getting his cock inside me, but trying to sound like the helpless “damsel-in-distress” I was.

Repositioning his grip on my chest yoke “handle” and the rope binding above my knees now that I didn’t have a crotchrope, he wordlessly rolled me over onto my front on the bed. I had seen this coming (no pun intended) when he stepped out of the bathroom nude and erect several minutes earlier, but I stage-squealed for good measure because I figured it was expected of me in my position at this time. He finished getting me in position for him by forcefully pulling my hips back to the edge of the bed (which, even though I was expecting it, elicited a genuine squeal) and positioning my feet flat under me on the floor.

He was clearly getting ready to take me from behind, but was taking his sweet time. I absolutely love that position for bondage sex because it feels so degrading, makes me feel so submissive and used! The anticipation of sitting there—bent over the bed with my sex up in the air on full display while helplessly bound and gagged—waiting for him to actually do anything while he dawdled for what seemed like ages was killing me!

“MMPH, mph! Mm mmph mm mmmphmph mph, mphmphmph!” I wriggled in frustration, moaning my dissatisfaction and incoherently begging him to stick it in already!

“Now, now, pet…” he chuckled, lovingly petting and stroking the small of my back and my ass—taking excruciating care not to come anywhere near my labia. “Be patient for your Master.” In spite of myself, a soothing submissive thrill coursed through me from butt to brain as he fondled me. I cooed softly, appeased for the moment.

I could both hear his footsteps and feel his presence as he carefully positioned himself directly behind me, and I gasped when he firmly grasped both of my hips. He slowly—painstakingly slowly—sidled up to my exposed, now literally dripping pussy, and I was panting and breathing hard through my nose in deep arousal. Gently spreading my glistening lips with his thumbs on my inner thighs (which made me gasp and pant even harder when I felt them part), he slowly pressed his firm, warm (bare!) tip against my insides. I felt the heat coming from his glans spread into my body and both moaned and shuddered, held securely tight and helpless while involuntarily struggling against my ropes.

He cackled in satisfaction, but held there for a longer-than-necessary moment as he enjoyed my helpless struggles and muzzled chatter. We both loved it when he teased me (at least I usually did), but I was desperate for his cock by this point and begged him for it with increasingly frustrated gagged moans.

Finally deciding I had had enough, he gave up on the slow torment and thrust hard, plunging inside me from behind with his rock-solid cock!

“MMMMRRRRNNNNN!”

I groaned loudly (eliciting more laughter and verbal teasing from him that I didn’t really hear in my state) in the kind of deep satisfaction that can only come after an extended period of anticipation and denial; I’m sure cartoon hearts visibly fluttered around me. Repositioning his hands from my thighs and hips, he reached around my flanks to grope my still-helplessly-bound tits while he thrust into me with loud, wet sounds.

It felt like someone had cracked a Glo-Stick in my brain as a pulse of warm white light and heat flashed through my entire being. After all the hours of relentless tease and denial, this was just too much! Even through that super-effective gag, I moaned loud enough in such a thunderous orgasm that I’m shocked in retrospect that our neighbors didn’t call the police! Clenching against his hard cock with all the force my insides could muster as I came, I could feel him flexing and squirting inside me as he came in me in turn. Flushed and red with the bliss of my already powerful climax, his hot cum inside me intensified my own orgasm. I hungrily, greedily milked him of every drop for all I was worth before collapsing in my bonds!

“…mph……mm……mph…”

It was all I could do to just lay there—completely spent, motionless, and literally glowing pink in post-coital ecstasy—panting and whimpering mindlessly. He slowly began to come to his senses and stroke me lovingly with both hands.

“That was wonderful! What a fantastic little pet-slave you are!”

My submissive glee at his caresses and effusive praise was thoroughly dampened by the fact it was all I could do at this point simply to stay awake.

“…Mph, mm… Mphph…” I gasped, eyelids heavy and only about halfway open.

He slowly, carefully pulled out, and I could feel myself dripping with a mixture of our fluids, some of it trickling down my legs to the floor. I could vaguely hear him chuckle and make some wisecrack about it, but it was so far away, and I was so incredibly worn out. I was drifting in and out, but he evidently left me there bent over the edge of the bed, dozing in my exhausted fog while he cleaned up after us. (Even though I'm the sub, I've always been really happy that he deals with the cleanup while I’m still bound!)

Only then, after he had wiped off my sex and mopped up the drippings, did he finally start to untie me—though he started with my legs, and purposely made no effort to dismantle my elaborate gag. It seemed to take even longer to untie than it had to tie me, but that may have been colored somewhat by my physical and emotional state at this point. Once my wrists were finally loose, I struggled to reach up to my face and grasp at the edges of the tape while he continued working on the chest harness that comprised the last of my ropes. Feebly fumbling in desperation, I peeled and ripped the seemingly half a roll of duct tape off my face and let out a loud, satisfied gasp. I forcefully spit my saliva-soaked panties out onto the bed before me with a defeated “bleh” sound.

Once I was free—and after I peed, because female UTIs are no laughing matter—I took several nice, big drinks of water, then flopped back onto the bed to stretch out all 4 limbs and luxuriate in my freedom from 8+ hours of erotic captivity! He lied down on the bed next to me and casually placed one hand on my breast.

“Did you enjoy yourself, hun?” he asked gently. He was no longer his sex slave’s demanding, devious owner; now he was the love of my life, my husband and Master.

I turned to him with a tired, yet broad and genuine smile.

“Oh, absolutely!” I enthused, still literally glowing. “You know how much I adore being your sex toy, helpless; teased; and used…” I added seductively, batting my eyelashes at him.

He chuckled.

“I sure do.” He leaned in and we kissed sweetly.

We lie there cuddling nude on the bed for a nice long time (I couldn’t tell how long, and genuinely didn’t care), enjoying each other’s intimacy; soft skin; and warmth. He eventually started to get restless when the arm he had around me began to fall asleep, and I pointedly teased him about being a wuss relative to what I had just gone through!

“Oh, come on, you lightweight! I was just bound, with my wrists tied tightly together behind my back and a chest harness pressing on my arms, for 8 hours!”

He burst out laughing.

“Well, I guess I don’t have the extensive practice that you do with that!” He kissed me again, playfully, as he sat up. “Why don’t we take a nice, hot shower together to make that better?”

I smiled at him contentedly, fingers of one hand lightly running up his arm and shoulder.

“I’d like that.”

When we got out of the shower, my jaw was pretty sore from the aforementioned 8 hours of gag stuffing, so we decided to make pasta for dinner. Afterwards, we had a nice, romantic evening with a bottle of a decent red wine; some snuggling on the couch with a favorite movie; and a nice, looooong well-earned sleep!

It was a very good day!

Bondage Day Off · Part 2 (2/2)
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