It · Bound 5 · Part 2 (2/2)
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Oh my god, was she ever a delicious sight! I truly had never seen anything like this for real, only in drawings. I felt an enormous urge to jump up, tear open those pants and pole her madly, front, back and top. The only reason I didn’t was her husband sitting opposite me. On second glance, his glazed stare at his packaged wife seemed to indicate he was planning to do precisely the same thing to her, if it wasn’t for the visitor across from him. Sakeema turned around, she must have sensed our thoughts. She smiled, a tongue flicked across her lips. Was she in turn contemplating being ravished by one or both of us? Whatever is was she was thinking, I could see her nipples fighting their way through the packaging.
Mordac broke the silence by speaking to me. He did not look at me, his gaze remained fixed on his bound wife. His voice was filed with admiration. "Would you believe that occasionally I actually walk her just like this, minus the pants, into a football team locker room? I do not need to introduce her, she will challenge the men, all 22 of them, to show her who has the strongest punch. She will take each and every one of them at least once, usually one up front, one up back and one in her mouth. The whole locker room is quickly changed into a pumping frenzy, and she will run down all of them.
And I will sit back and enjoy the magnificent sight of this wonderful woman I can call my wife, watch her fuck an entire football team…… during one particular good week, she had three." A silence fell, they proudly looked at each other, I looked at her, trying to picture Sakeema being taken by three men at once. She turned to look at me, her nipples still visible. "Well, what's keeping you?" she said. Was it the harness, the pushing up my behind or simply the vision of her liking being taken? I was getting couragous: "It's the agony of choice on where to start, but I guess I just decided." I walked over, grabbed her by the hips, turned her around and laid her on a table.
Briefly I hesitated how to open these one-piece pants, then decided to tear it open. Quickly I flipped open my own pants, holding her with one hand. All the sexual tension and arousement of the evening thus far, plus some serious anal stimulation, showed in a proudly standing Willy, ready to hunt for its prey.
Now that they were free, her buttocks showed a wonderful form, like the breasts. I admired them only briefly, (only to take aim, really), and pushed my pole into her. I had never had a girlfriend who would open this door for me, and tonight was the mighty premiere. And My oh My, what a great feeling it was. It was a lot tighter the front door, her muscles keeping a good grip on Willy. Once in, I used both hands to lift her at her hips, she was now fully under my control as I pumped in and out as fiercely as I could. Her buttocks slapped against my hips at each entry, a wonderfully motivating sound. At first she screamed when I entered her, then she moaned the moans of pleasure.
"Yes, mr Poleman, split me apart, drive it up my butt, YES!!". I managed to hold a long time, trying to savour the feeling and enjoy the movement as long as I could, but years of suppressed energy, fired up by a wild woman dressed like my wildest dreams were too much for even the strongest willpower. Soon I erupted like a giant volcano, my body shuddering in short stint-like movements. I had just enough presence of mind left not to drop her. Panting, I fell down in a chair, while she stayed at the table. After a few moments, I took some gulps of water and stood up to offer her some. She looked at me, stood up and drank thirstily.
"Thank you, only a gentleman thinks of his lady afterwards." I smiled. "Hey, after such a ride, everyone needs a drink. Didn't those jocks ever gave you a drink?" She shook her head, then added: "Well, not with water, no". I smiled at her pun. "Well, I feel I spent half a gallon just now inside you, which must be refilled somehow." She looked down at Willy, who seemed deflated after the battle of his life. "If I refill it for you, would you care for another ride?" I looked at her, a question in my eyes. Then it dawned on me. Of course, the magic spells! “Hey, does the pope prey? Of course, I’d love another ride!”
Sakeema mentioned some formula which sounded like “Erectus fortus” and Bang! Some fireflow started flowing into my balls and growing good ol’ Willy to a size a I had rarely seen. I could not help but admire it for some moments, until I realized what it was for. Sakeema had already turned around on her back and was waiting. I wasted no words or foreplay, neither of us wanted any. I started pumping into her like there was no tomorrow. She wrapped one leg around me, the other against my chest so I could hold her up. “OH yes, pump me, baby, pump me hard!” She cried in between gasps of air. My Willy really had blown up to a good size, I felt like I was splitting her apart.
We pumped for quite some eternities, when I put her 2nd leg around me, picked her up by her buttocks and started walking around the room, pumping her while walking. I held her up with my teeth at her tape. “A housetour, please?” I managed to groan through my teeth.
She looked surprised, then realized what she had to do. It took her a lot of effort, but she explained me many aspects of their house as a good hostess should, while we toured it in very close formation. I can’t recall much of what she said, it was simply a huge turn-on to screw this lovely lady's brains out, while she was bound and in my hands (she seemed ever so light with the firepower in my loins), explaining the choice of colors of a room, the history of some furniture, etc. etc.. When I felt I could hold it no longer, we returned to the living room, where I finally exploded like I never had before in front of the fire place. It seemed a good place.
Her spells may have put power into Willy, my body was not so sporty. The adrenalin may have helped me to carry her around while fucking like crazy, now that the explosion was over I collapsed on the nearest sofa. Sakeema fell on top of me, and grinned to me. “Wow, I have seen some places of doing it, but no-one has ever taken me during a tour of the house. Nice one! Thank you my dear” She kissed my sweaty forehead and rolled to her side, beside me.
Amazingly enough, the package holding her upper torso did not seem to bother her, she was wearing it now, and actively so, for almost an hour I reckoned. I wondered what is must be like to be so wrapped up, being able to focus your energy on other things then moving your limbs. When I looked up to Mordac, he nodded his head in respect. “Not many Muggles can wear my lady out like this, well done!” Sakeema looked up. “Worn out? I’m just catching my breath! Let me get myself a drink.” She muttered another spell and believe it or not, Willy rose again, as well as some fiery feeling in my ball-area.. My body was still limp though. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to move, you’ve done your bit” she smiled at me. “You don’t even have to get me some water this time”
With that, she moved her head down on me and proceeded to suck me like a desert-animal would drink its first water in the oasis. I couldn’t move even if I’d wanted to, I enjoyed the magnificent sight of her head bobbing up and down in my lap, and the delirious and luscious feeling her mouth gave me. Here was a true Master at work! When it came, it seemed she drank a pint out of me, she must have gulped several times. It seemed to have given her new energy though. She smiled at me and licked her lips. “Liked it?” Needless to say, I nodded. Satisfied she stood up and walked over to Mordac.
6. The examples from daily life.
Seductively, she sat down next to him on the armrest, her legs crossed, the booted feet gently swaying. “Thank you my dear, what a wonderful outfit. You always know how to strike the right tension and colours. It really fired me up, as you will have seen. I hope you enjoyed it too”
She kissed him gently on his head. “I guess our guest is a bit runned down and overheated, maybe we should tell him something instead of showing things. Meanwhile I will quietly enjoy your latest creation”. Mordac looked from her to me, and thought for a minute. He must have sensed I was about to collapse, or risk running out fluids, so to speak, and decided I needed a break. "Sakeema is right. You seem to need no further proof that magic exists” He smiled deviously. “Or better yet, I don’t think you can handle much more proof right now. Let me give you some other examples of how magic can bring fun in our lives. We can apparate, this is appearing somewhere else instantly.
We can also change ourselves into another shape. If you combine this, imagine the fun you can have. Fortunately both Sakeema and I are pretty kinky, and not all too jealous. A trick I like to do is to apparate myself into a ladies bra or T-shirt. Especially in winter, when the minds are cold and have retreated under many layers of clothing, not at all like in summer when bodies and spirits are hot and sweaty, and the shirts low-cut.. Just think about it. I am not just putting my hands on her breasts, no, my whole being is wrapped around a lady's bosom and she does not even know I'm there. I can choose anyone I want, like in every Muggle boys' or men's' dream.
Sometimes a perky and proudly standing 70A, sometimes a warm, soft and bobbing 90-DD. I cherish her warmth at first, smell her skin, sense her skin, and then ever so gently, I squeeze a little bit. This always makes them jump at first, but as there is no-one around, they figure it must be their imagination. I squeeze again, left then right, caress those beautiful creatures, and then gently squeeze only the nipples. The ladies still don't know what is happening to them ("Is my bra alive?"), but without exception they always like it. Some even whisper "whatever this is, please don't stop". And you know the daintiest thing?
The sturdiest looking muggle-women, like those tight-haired secretaries or clerks, are deep down the hottest-blooded ones. Within seconds, their breaths get deep, they move themselves so the clothing rubs over them and some even come, while sitting demurely on the bus or at their desk. And those hot-babes you muggle boys drool over? They've had so many hormonal men chasing them and harassing them, they've become afraid of pleasure and lust. They can hardly enjoy it when they receive pleasure. Such a shame and pity, sometimes even I can't get through the mental glacier you poor guys have caused there. And believe me, I have quite some tricks up my wand.
An outside observer might say I am harassing these ladies, but I never do anything sexual with them (that's what I have Sakeema for), yet I do make them feel happy, make them feel a woman again. So it can't be too bad."
Sakeema seemed to sense my thoughts were heading in a certain direction: "please do not think we only please ourselves on others. This is only secondary to the erotic fun we can have with magic. You poor Muggles have to contend with joy-toys limited to battery power. If only you knew how much power you can have through magic. Imagine a vibrator on 220V instead of measly 3V. And if that is not enough, we can make toys that make movements no electric motor could replicate." Mordac got into the subject: "Man, you should see Sakeema's favourite toys twist and turn." She looked at him, knowingly, her tongue flicked across her lips. "Mm-hm, yes, they do.
But then again, so do some of your toys, don't they? I'm often amazed as to what he can take." He nodded, then added proudly: “And I am still in awe as to what my darling Sakeema can take. I have made her a magical suit, consisting of a corset, thigh-high boots with very high heels and long gloves. A bit like what she is wearing now. After she has put them on (or after I have put them on her by command), they tighten automatically to a certain pressure. Man, she looks ever so absolutely gorgeous with her wasp-waist and breasts pointing forward, always the right shape. She can just about walk on the heels which are always exactly long enough to stretch her to the max.
As you can guess, I am a fan of fetish clothes, and Sakeema takes to them beautifully. She can not take it off without my permission, they are magically locked, and she knows that. And yet she'll always put them on when I ask her, or never blocks my magic when I send the clothes to fit suddenly underneath her normal clothing when she is somewhere out of the house, shopping for example.
I guess someone must have guessed, or had the same desire. There is a story running around the Internet called “The Outfit” which nicely describes it." He paused and looked with admiration at his packed wife sitting next to him. She returned his look with an equally admiring glance. He continued. “Some evenings we have gone to a normal public event and Sakeema would wear her outfit underneath a formfitting evening dress, all wasp-waisted, high-heeled and big-breasted. All the men were drooling over her, casting me jealous eyes. All the women were looking at her too, casting jalous eyes of a different nature.
We both immensely enjoyed the attention and the knowledge what she was really wearing. During the opera I heard Sakeema use her Joy-Toy spell several times on herself, and I could barely restrain myself. When we got home, we made passionate love like only highly-charged lovers can.” Sakeema responded with a smile: “What you politely do not mention, my dear, is that you don't quite object either when I put you into one of your own contraptions. I guess our friendly reporter would be rather wide-eyed when he'd see where you put straps sometimes, and how tightly.” She looked at me. “You have to know that my outfit of tonight is not my every day wear.
Today was my turn to wear Mordac’s choice, on other days I get to dress him, or wrap him or…well, you get the picture”. I sure did “get the picture”, I was busy burning it into my brain forever.
7. The end of conversation.
Mordac looked annoyed, or played so. “Sakeema, we would tell him about magic, not everything about our private lives. I believe I may have to shut you up before you tell him every detail of my ecstasies.” He pondered for a moment. “Given your situation, I guess The Stool is in order”
Either she was good in playing the game, or she was really taken aback. “The Stool? Oh Mordac, I’m sorry, I was only telling what I though our guest was enjoying.” Mordac did not reply and flicked his fingers, and a bar-stool kind of seat appeared. Not many bars would use it though, as it had a bicycle seat on top. Sakeema looked demurely and sat on it. She folded both her legs behind her. The high heels of her boots put small dents in her buttocks. She looked at Mordac, as he mumbled the same word again. The tape rolls woke up and wrapped each leg to itself. Before Sakeema’ could even consider toppling over, both legs were taped together, all around the stool holder.
When they were finished, the stool raised itself, and she was a vacuum packed doll, ready for transport. I was wondering how this was going to stop her from speaking. After all, she had spoken just as easily half mummified as when free. The answer came quickly.
Mordac took some things from a drawer. Apparently he occasionally preferred hand-work for some things. He walked over to the statue of his wife, a stern yet loving look over him. She looked up to him, helpless yet proud to be helpless. He put a dark blue hood over her head, with openings for mouth, nose and eyes. I didn’t dare to stand up, as I longed to see closer, but it seemed leather-ish.
Mordac seemed to have forgotten he had a visitor. He put a ring-gag in her mouth, which was then tied to her head with various straps across her face, over her head, all interlocking at the back. When he was done he moved back to his seat, to admire his latest creation & statue which was his wife.
From my seat it looked as if she was making faces inside the mask and straps, perhaps checking how much movement she had left. She caught my eye and I believe she blinked at me when Mordac could not see it. “Don’t worry, we do this more often, it’s part of our games” she seemed to blink.
I’m glad she didn’t worry. I was excited, scared, curious, overwhelmed, yet filled with thoughts & fantasies what it must be like, to tightly mummified, unable to speak or hear.
8. The finish
After admiring his wife for some moments, Mordac looked at his watch and broke the silence. “Well, I guess you have enough material to ponder about and write an article with. I hope we have given you enough proof or example what magic can do besides fighting evil or doing the dishes.” Man, was he ever right! Obviously my visit was over, either because they had told enough, or because Mordac wanted to do some other magic with Sakeema where visitors were not wanted. Well, whatever. I felt the harness holding me, it felt comfortable by now, familiar.
The butt plug had been quiet while I screwed Sakeema, but now that I was thinking of the harness, it stirred, as if it said “Hey, don’t forget about me!” “I have a parting piece of magic for you, to make sure you will write your story about your observations. Consider it a gentle reminder, which will stay with you until you have finished your article.” He flicked his fingers, and something cold grabbed my balls, strongly.
I jumped (hey, wouldn’t you?), and felt, then looked. He had given me a double steel ring, around my cock and around my balls! Needless to say, no buckles or screws. In spite of the initial shock, my faithful Willy was pleasantly surprised with his new support and weight. I looked up at him, a question on my lips. “Depending on your …. level of activity, shall we say,” he smiled, “it will enlarge or shrink, but will always keep the same firmness. When you have finished and published the story, it will disappear. Instead, we will send you something which will give you similar pleasure, but can be used more voluntary” I guess I understood what he meant, wasn’t sure I liked what it meant.
Or would I? Either way, it seemed I was stuck with a metal companion for some time. I stood up, looking for words. “Thank you for the interview, and the gifts. It was quite an eye-opener, if you pardon the understatement” It seemed hollow, but it was all I could muster. I shook his hands, trying to guess his thoughts. I believe he understood my mental state, though and nodded with a smile.
In a reflex, I turned to say goodbye to Sakeema, only to realise she could not quite shake my hands with both hands packed behind her back, let alone show me out being taped to a stool, or say Goodbye with a ringgag in her mouth. She caught my look and, in spite of being held like a statue, made what seemed like a “goodbye” gesture. A thought crossed my mind. Was she waiting for me to leave, anticipating what Mordac would be doing next? I wondered what I would do with her, or to her, if I were Mordac. I hoped I would find out one day. I had a fleeting vision of two vibrators coming in an out of the stool, if I could choose some spells.
9. Epilogue
I don’t recall walking home, somehow I got there. My mind was numb at first, flooded with impressions, images, thoughts and the sight of Sakeema in evermore layers. Thank heavens the pro in me had taken notes, and after rereading them perhaps 300 times, it somehow started to make sense. I had to examine my “gifts”. The harness was great, it felt familiar in a way it made me feel stupid not to have dared this long time ago. It made me realise that I should have listened to my secret desires much earlier. I chose to forget about taboos, forget about what others might think and go explore this new world of my desires.
The steel cock & ball rings were a little difficult to explain to my more steady girlfriend ("I lost a bet with smith"), but the other less regular ones found it exciting. They took hold of it and quickly learned to enjoy the cold steel (it never got warm) as it slapped against them during our intimate encounters. The excitement it gave me, and them, seemed to give me more zest & energy for such encounters, more then I used to have (and I considered myself quite fit). They all liked the harness though, touched it, felt it.
I discovered some of the ladies had hidden desires they had never dared to confess either, and when I told them (most of) my story, together we made good headway in catching up on long years of “vanilla sex”. My steady girlfriend could not go along with my new desires, unfortunately. She liked my extra sexual energy the rings and harness gave me, though she could not appreciate the butt plug. My new interest in bondage and fetish however, was not at all her thing, and after some time, we parted ways. After the initial pain of being single again, my free mind encountered the energy of other ladies in the fetish shops and clubs I started visiting.
I met some other ladies who were definitively more open to what I wanted, well ahead too in experience. I enjoyed some excellent encounters in which sometimes I was dominant, some times the lady was. I enjoyed both ways, the feeling of being bound or even packed focused all my energy on my sexual pleasure. I often thought about Sakeema during sex, the picture of her blowing me, being bound or any other one was a terrific stimulant, any time of day. On purpose I started to delay finishing the story, as I enjoyed both my sudden popularity and the feeling of being tightly held and gently squeezed during sex.
Now that I have come this far with writing, the ring just disappeared. As I said, it was good while it lasted, but I also have to admit, it feels nice having Willy to myself again. I hope Sakeema and Mordac will have guessed my deeper desire by my choice of words. I can't wait for it to happen, wonder how it will appear? Surely they'll keep their word, and won't keep me dangling too long.
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