I had been watching my prey for some time. Her routine was straightforward. She finished work at the end of the week and went for drinks with her colleagues. It would get to about 7 and she would adjourn to her car and drive to the out of town supermarket. Her evening shopping would take about and hour and she would load the car and drive home. It was at the supermarket that I planned to take her. The car park was large and badly lit and of course it was Friday night and most people were in the pub. It would be quiet and everyone else would be preoccupied with their shopping.
I waited for her in the car park and was pleased when she arrived right on time. The evening rush had finished and the car park was emptying. I waited while she completed her shopping and went to load her car. She reached down to put the last bag into the boot and stood up to close the lid. I had closed in while she was loading the car and as she stood up I pulled the hood over her head. She was momentarily stunned and I bent her forwards into the boot, pulled her arms behind her back and quickly pulled the zip tie tight around her wrists.
She had regained her wits enough now to start to struggle and was struggling viciously with everything she had. I bundled her legs into the boot and a further zip tie secured them down. She was becoming more frantic and I knew this was because her air was running out. I unfastened the hood and lifted it off her lower face. She opened her mouth and drew in a huge breath at which point I stuck the gag into her mouth. I fastened it behind her head and pulled the hood back down. I didn’t fasten the laces tightly around her neck, just enough to stop it pulling off. She would get enough air for the short journey and I could sort her out more completely when I got her to the destination.
One final zip tie pulled her ankles up to her wrists and placed her into a hogtie and she was done. The whole thing had taken less than 2 minutes. There had been no screaming and no one around seemed to have noticed. I closed the boot and took her keys from her bag. My car was parked outside my flat and I had walked here with the intention of driving her car away. I climbed into the driving seat and set off.
It was only a short ride to my intended location. I had rented a house in the country which was perfect for my needs. It was fairly small but in extensive grounds. It also benefited from a fair sized cellar, which was at least the size of the ground floor if not larger. It could be accessed through the house, but also from the outside via a small hatchway. I had spent a couple of weeks refitting the entire house to meet my needs. Everything above ground was fairly discrete, but downstairs in the cellar everything was obvious. I had purchased or built all the equipment I would need and included plenty of restraints and other toys which I planned to use over the next few days. The grounds themselves were mostly lightly wooded. There was a large 8 foot fence around the entire complex which was accessed through the main gate. I was the only one with access to this gate and although it would be perfectly possible to climb either the fence or the gate from the inside, I decided the place was perfect for her incarceration.
I pulled the car into the driveway and closed the gates behind the car. A privacy screen was also pulled in place across the drive which meant that only a very small portion of the grounds was visible from outside and there was pretty much no where from outside that the house could be observed from. I opened the boot of the car and carefully lifted my captive onto her feet. I needed her to walk so bent down to cut the tie around her ankles. It would also be easier to move her around if she could see so I unloosed the hood. Before I lifted it off her head, I explained that she was stuck inside the grounds and would be unable to get outside without help.
Nevertheless, I removed the hood and turned my back to close and lock the car. No sooner had I done this than she took off. I turned at the noise and had a quiet chuckle to myself. This was going to be fun, she definitely had spirit and it would be wonderful when I finally had her completely under my control. She had run across the driveway and round one side of the house. Her hands were still stuck behind her and she was still gagged but she was making a courageous effort to get away. I set off after her and as I could hear her crashing through the woods it was fairly easy to establish where she was going. The fence was about a mile distant in all directions and so would take her about 10-15 minutes to run there, although in her current condition and through this terrain that might take longer.
I let her go as in reality I wanted her to find the fence and realize she was stuck, at least for the time being. I continued my pace in her direction figuring that she would be somewhere near the edge of the grounds. I stopped to listen and realized I could not hear her moving. Either she had figured out she was making too much noise or she had reached the fence and stopped. It was getting dark and I knew it would be better if I got this over with. I started to run forward knowing she would also now be able to hear me coming. I burst out of the woods into the small clearing that ran all the way around the fence. I quickly looked right and left and spotted her about a hundred yards off to my left. I chuckled again that she had emerged from the wood and sprinted towards her. I heard her try to scream and again she took off only this time around the perimeter of the fence.
Her partially restrained state and my longer legs meant I closed the gap fairly quickly and tackled her to the floor. She squirmed and struggled, kicking her legs and trying to fight with her arms. I sat on her back and leaned down to whisper into her ear.
“I am very cross with you for taking off. You will of course now have to be punished. That can wait until I get you back to the house though.”
I removed the pack I had slung onto my shoulders before I had set off after her and removed several items from it. A thick leather collar, wrist and ankle restraints, several short lengths of chain, some padlocks, some thick rope and finally a large hunting knife. This last object I placed directly in front of her face so she could see it. I moved my weight around and locked the ankle restraints on her legs and attached them together with a short chain. I did the same with her wrists, but left the zip tie on for now. I placed the collar around her neck and locked it with a small padlock. I now got off her and stood her up. I led her towards a tree and tied a rope to her collar. This rope was thrown over a branch and I pulled until she was standing on her tip toes. I was could see the fear in her eyes as I explained what was to come next.
“I think it would be best if you were naked now. It is much more difficult to negotiate the local terrain without clothes don’t you think?”
I tied 2 ropes to her wrist restraints and after cutting the zip tie hauled on them until she was tied spread between 2 trees. I could see the collar putting more strain on her neck so untied that rope and let her down. More rope to each ankle and these were pulled as far apart as the chain would allow. She was now standing in front of me, spread-eagled between 2 trees, collared and gagged and I had never wanted her more. I knew I needed to finish this before it got completely dark so I took the knife and quickly cut down the front of her t-shirt and trousers. I took a firm hold and ripped these items from her body. She seemed shocked by the violence of this action and shrank away as far as her bonds would allow. I cut the straps to her bra and took this off allowing her breasts to swing free. Her panties came next and in a short time she stood naked before me. I couldn’t resist running my hands over her body. I cupped her breasts and took note that her nipples had hardened since her bra was removed. I reached between her legs to gently stroked her only to find she was already incredibly wet.
“Looks like you are enjoying this already. Don’t worry pet, there is plenty more to come.”
Her entire body flushed red as it betrayed her true feelings and she shook her head that she was not enjoying this at all.
“I think your pussy would disagree with you.” I said as I took a final stroke and wiped that on her top lip so she would have no option but to smell her own arousal.
I now strapped a wide leather belt around her waist and lowered each wrist in turn and locked it to the belt. I untied her ankles and tied a rope to the ring at the front of her collar. I quickly cleared up the rest of the rope and her clothes, stuffing those into my bag, before I set off back towards the house. The lead line was about 8 feet long and she was jerked forwards when it tightened. She moved as quickly as she could with her ankles still tied but made adequate progress through the wood. It took about 20 minutes to get back to the house and by this time it was completely dark. This suited me as she had probably not taken much notice of her surroundings earlier. I led her in through the back door and stopped at the door to the cellar. It needed unlocking so I took the key from its hook opposite the door, opened it and led her through, down a fairly steep set of steps and into my lair.
I had made sure this place was well insulated both for noise and heating purposes. I pulled my captive into the middle of the room and removed her collar. I knew she didn’t like to wear it but it had served a purpose and she could now be somewhat unfettered. I pushed her towards a metal contraption in the centre of the room. This was made from steel tubing and I encouraged her to sit. Her legs where then strapped to the lower supports and straps were placed around her waist and pulled tight. A further strap around the top of each thigh ensured she would be unable to move her hips and thus free herself from the coming ordeal. I freed each arm in turn and lifted them above her head and strapped them in. Three straps for each arm ensured she was thoroughly secured. I crouched under her chair and lifted the device I planned to use into place. I small plug was lubricated and I gently inserted this into her ass, while a much larger plug went into her now dripping pussy. The base of both of these connected onto a rubber device shaped to mould itself to a person and was covered with tiny rubber nubs. These would vibrate against the victim incessantly causing them untold sensation. I positioned the final vibrator over her clitoris, making sure that the prongs where properly settled and would not shake loose. I then attached a set of nipple clamps with a silver chain between to her nipples. I leant forward and kissed her on the head before turning around and climbing the stairs out of the dungeon.
Her torment had just started, but I wanted to give her some time to think about what was to come. I retrieved my bag and went to the car to get her handbag and purse and to make sure her phone was turned off. I doubted anyone would be looking for her before Monday, but if people were ringing and it was going straight to voicemail they would just think she was out of reception, at least for the short term. I got her purse, turned the heating in the cellar up to full and headed back down to see my captive.
She had only been alone for a few minutes but I could see things were beginning to sink in. She had obviously been struggling and I was relieved to see that she had neither managed to loosen any bonds or to dislodge any of the vibrators that I was going to use on her later. I took her driving license from her purse in front of her and read from the front.
“So Rachel, this is what is going to happen. You need to be punished for your little escape attempt earlier and this is how it is going to be. The vibrators in your pussy and ass will be turned on to a random setting. This is a fairly sophisticated piece of kit that will monitor heart rate and muscle contractions to ensure you do not get off too easily. I can assure you however, that you will get off, several times. In fact, I am fairly certain that by tomorrow you will be suitably contrite regarding your actions earlier. I am not entirely heartless however, so I will remove the gag on the condition you do not speak unless I ask you a question. Nod if you agree.”
Rachel nodded quickly so I stepped forwards and unstrapped the gag and removed it from her mouth. It had been in place for a couple of hours and she worked her stiff jaw to lessen the ache.
“Would you like some water?” I asked and again she nodded.
I retrieved the glass and held it to her lips. She drank the entire glass and I offered her another. She said yes and we repeated the process.
“I have to leave you now. It is getting late and we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. I hope you are comfortable.”
With these words I flicked the vibrators on, hit record on the camera that would allow me to observe the proceedings and left the room. I went upstairs and got myself a drink, settled in a comfortable chair and switched on the tv to watch the feed from the cellar. I had deliberately left the lights on as I didn’t really want her to get much rest this evening. I could tell that the increased temperature was beginning to take effect as there was a think sheen of sweat covering her entire body. I could hear a faint vibration coming from her crotch and knew it was beginning. She was starting to squirm and to buck her hips presumably in time to the stimulation. Each movement caused the small weight I had placed on the nipple chain to swing a little but it was all adding to her torment. She screwed her eyes shut and her mouth was open as she panted to get more air. I could tell she was getting nearer her orgasm when she opened her eyes and let out a small scream. I chuckled as the vibration had stopped, guessing she was right on the edge but without enough stimulation to get over.
I refilled my glass and waited for the games to begin again. It took about 10 minutes before the machine reckoned she was calm enough for it to start the stimulation again. This time she was bucking her hips and panting practically straight away and she desperately tried to get enough to orgasm, but again she would be denied. The frustration on her face was glorious and I wondered how she would feel later when the stimulation changed. Again the vibration kicked in and this time I thought she was going to make it over the edge. Her body was streaming with sweat and it was running off her face, down her body and into her crotch. She looked delicious right at that moment. Tightly restrained, plugged, clamped and writhing with delicious agony.
She opened her mouth to scream and again it was one of frustration as she was again denied the orgasm. I felt a pang of sorrow for her at that point, knowing she would be desperate to get off. This time the machine stopped for only about 60 seconds, just enough time for her to catch her breath before it kicked in and on a higher setting that all the previous ones. It seemed about right as she had been denied orgasm for about 90 minutes by this time. I could hear the vibration clearly coming through the mic and her scream was almost feral as she finally was brought over the edge. Her entire body tensed and she screwed her feet and hands up tightly and she continued to scream until it seemed she would have no breath to scream with. It seemed to go on for an age, but in reality it was only about 60 seconds but when she was done she slumped as much as the bonds would allow.
I, however, knew what was to come now. The vibration had not stopped but during the time of her orgasm had reduced itself to a lower setting. It now kicked back up albeit not to as high as setting as before. I could see the muscles of her abdomen contracting and relaxing in turn as the vibration was transmitted throughout her entire body. I knew this torment would be worse than not being allowed to come at all and sure enough within the next few minutes, she was brought to another screaming climax. This treatment continued for about the same amount of time as the previous one had, during which time she multiple orgasms.
I watched continuously, fascinated by her moans and screams and by the seemingly tireless way in which she fought at the moment of climax. It was approaching the 90 minute mark again by which point she had of course, been tormented for nearly 3 hours. Her skin was soaked with sweat and it had run down her into little pools under her chair. She was coming almost continuously now and her body was shaking all the time. Tears had run down her cheeks and I could see saliva escaping from the corners of her mouth. I knew she was due for a break, but as I was not controlling the machine I did not know how long this would be. I decided it was time for me to go to bed, even though I could have stayed up and watched her all night. I flicked 2 switches outside the cellar door. The first one turned out the lights and the second turned the camera onto the night vision mode. An eerie green glow bathed Rachel strapped into the chair, but at least now the glare of the lights was taken away and she might be able to get some rest. I checked the tv one more time and realized the vibration had stopped. Her head was slumped on her chest and she was breathing deeply. I assumed she had passed out almost as soon as the lights had gone off and the vibrations had stopped.
I went to bed sure in the knowledge that my captive would be fine until the morning. I was certain she would not have as comfortable a night as I would, but then she was not here to be comfortable. I knew she would need some rest too tomorrow, but for now, I needed to get to bed.
I slept for a solid 9 hours and woke feeling refreshed. I stretched and threw off the duvet. I needed a coffee and a shower, but also needed to check on my guest. I wandered into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on, then went to see how Rachel was doing. I hit the switch to kill the vibrators and to turn the light on and checked the tv to see how she was doing. Her head was resting on her chest and there was a line of drool running down from her mouth, down between her breasts and pooling on the floor between her feet. She looked exhausted. There were shadows under her eyes and I guessed she hadn’t really slept all that much if at all. She was drenched in sweat and I had left the heating on full all night. I knew she would need moving and that she would be in no fit state to provide any resistance. I killed the heating and switched on the air conditioning in the cellar. I knew that would take a few minutes to have an impact on the temperature, so I made myself a coffee and drank it in front of the tv. She was beginning to rouse herself and she must have worked out something was happening. I finished my coffee and decided to go and once again greet my captive.
I had not bothered to dress after waking and she seemed somehow more intimidated by my lack of concern at my nakedness. I gently lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.
“I am sure you could use a shower and some time to rest so if you tell me you will behave I will make you comfortable and give you time to clean yourself up. If not, we can still do it the hard way, but I know you will not like that quite as much. Last night was your punishment for running but it was still fairly mild compared to what I can manage down here.”
She nodded her agreement and croaked that she would behave. I unstrapped her left arm and told her to finish freeing herself. There was a shower in the corner of the room and I told her to take her time showering and then to put on the items in the box I took from a shelf.
“When you are done, kneel at the bottom of the steps and don’t move. I will be down for you shortly.”
She nodded again and I left her to it. I knew she would want to inspect the room but was happy to leave her to it. There were no windows in the basement and I had locked the door at the top on my way out. The only option for her was to do as I had instructed. I made sure the camera was still on and went to review the tape from the previous night. I could see she had managed to free herself and was surveying the room. She found the shower and the toiletries I had left for her as well as the large bath towels on the rack by the shower stall. She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature before getting in standing in the water.
While I had one eye on the feed from the cellar, I was also reviewing the tape from the previous night. I started after I had turned out the lights and left. The vibrators had continued to torment her for another 3 hours, causing her to orgasm again and again. She had screamed and screamed for them to stop but they had been relentless in the torment of her pussy. I could only imagine what her crotch must feel like about now, but I knew she would recover fairly quickly. Certainly the shower would help. I was fast forwarding through the recording as I would have plenty of time later to peruse the tape at length but for now I just wanted the highlights. I stopped it randomly to play for a couple of minutes and could see she had basically been tormented with countless orgasms for the entire night. The program seemed to last about 90 minutes and would give her a brief respite in between. This meant she had suffered at least another 6 cycles of stimulation. I was a little surprised to see that she was still coming and coming in the minutes before I turned off the machine and brought the lights back on. I had seen her catch a few minutes of exhausted sleep at periods where the vibration was either low or off, but I knew she would be incredibly fatigued from her ordeal. I saved the digital video onto my computer and checked the feed from the cellar. She had finished her shower and was wrapped in a towel checking out the other equipment in my dungeon. I could leave her to it for a while longer and make her some breakfast.
This only took a few minutes and I went back to the video feed to watch her open the box I had left for her. There were not many items in there, but I knew she would be reluctant to put them on. She took everything out and put it on the floor. There were 2 sets of steel restraints, one ankle sized and one for her wrists, a steel collar and a harness blindfold. I knew she was not keen on being gagged, so had decided to leave that for now. Of course everything had locking clasps and there were 6 small padlocks and 2 short pieces of chain to finish off the ensemble. I saw her look apprehensively around the room then back at the items in front of her. She knew if she locked herself any chance of escape would be lost for now, but she also had heard the solid door at the top of the steps be locked and she knew I could keep her down here indefinitely if I wanted.
I could practically feel her indecision and then watched her take a deep breath and start to get ready. She pulled her hair out of the way and placed the collar around her neck. She picked up a small padlock and slipped it through the hasp. I saw her take another deep breath then push the padlock closed. Once she had completed this first step, she didn’t seem so hesitant and quickly locked her ankles into the shackles and had locked a length of chain between them. I smiled as she picked up the blindfold and place it over her head. She knew she would not be able to shake it loose and all the straps met in the back with one locking clasp. She took the blindfold off again and placed the steel around her wrists and locked the left one in place with the chain dangling from it.
She replaced the blindfold on her head and strapped it tightly in place. I knew her world had been plunged into darkness and could see her fumbling with a padlock to secure the blindfold. I heard a resounding click and knew she had managed. She was now only left with one padlock to attach to her right wrist and she would be ready. She suddenly realized I had instructed her to be at the bottom of the steps and she was about 10 feet away. She stood up and slowly minced her way across the floor until she encountered a wall. She moved carefully to the right until she found the steps. I was impressed she had remembered this, but slightly disappointed I would not be able to punish her some more for forgetting. He knelt down at the bottom of the steps and took placed her hands behind her back. I saw her fumbling behind her and heard the click of that final padlock. I watched her pull on her wrist cuffs, gently at first then with more force and I was happy she was restrained. I went down to the dungeon to collect my prisoner.
She flinched as the lock turned in front of her but she was steady when I walked down the stairs to stand in front of her. I was still naked and the sight of her restrained by her own hand had made me incredibly hard. I needed to resist for now and knew she would be begging me to fuck her before the day was out. I checked her wrists and was satisfied they were in fact secure before I unlocked her ankle chain and replaced it with a longer one about 18 inches apart. To the centre of this I attached a vertical chain which I connected to her collar at the back. Her hands were then raised slightly and locked to this vertical chain. By raising her hands a little she would have to hold them there or put pressure on her throat. I did not want to make things particularly hard for her, but also wanted to make sure she had something to think about. I attached a leash to her collar and I gently tugged her forwards and up the stairs.
I led her into the kitchen and sat her on a high stool. I was going to have to feed her breakfast and started with the orange juice. Very gently I placed the glass to her lips and she drank greedily. I knew she would be dehydrated and so refilled the glass again. She drank that one quickly enough and I asked if she wanted to eat something. She was fed a bowl of cereal and a couple of slices of toast before she said she had had enough. I asked if she wanted anything else to drink and she just asked for water. I knew she would need the bathroom soon and decided that would be next. I wanted to get the water into her system but knew she had drunk too much for it all to be absorbed. I stood her up and walked her to the bottom of the stairs. She was informed there were stairs in front of her and I led her up. The master bedroom had an en-suite bathroom and so that was where I took her.
She seemed a little embarrassed at first so I simply locked her collar to a bracket on the wall and told her to call me when she was done. I saw her try to stand but she was pulled up short by her collar. It was not long before I heard a long stream of piss flow into the toilet. She called soon after and I cleaned her up. She was a little distressed by this but I told her she was going to get some sleep. I lay her down on her stomach and unlocked her wrist cuffs from each other but left them on. I asked her to roll over and locked her ankles to chains at either corner of the bed. They were held apart but they were not too tight so she would have some comfort. I locked her hands together and lifted them above her head. I locked them to a chain running from the head of the bed and locked the end of that chain to her collar. I watched her squirm a little to try to get comfortable and then I gently pulled a duvet over her. She relaxed a little into the massive bed so I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. She was a surprised at first but soon returned the kiss with equal fervor. I told her to get some sleep and I would be back to check on her shortly.
I left her to rest knowing she would be incredibly tired. She had only been with me for one night and I knew she was going to need this rest if she was to last the rest of the time. I was not sure just how long to let her rest, but felt that at least a few hours would probably do her good. The next few hours passed fairly slowly for me. I did a few chores and settled down with a drink to watch some TV. There was not really anything worth watching but it was passing the time.
I went back to my room to check on my prisoner. I stood at the foot of the bed and watched her. She was snoring quietly and looked very peaceful. I looked at my watch and saw she had had just over 3 hours. I felt she could probably use a while longer and I wandered back downstairs to amuse myself some more. Another film later I went back upstairs to check on her. She was still asleep but was no longer snoring. It didn’t matter because I had already decided it was time for her to wake. I lifted the edge of the duvet and ran my hand down her side. She stirred and tried to move but it didn’t take long for her to realize that she was still restrained. I threw back the duvet to expose her entire body.
She looked delightful, restrained as she was and I was struggling to contain my excitement. Again I ran my hand down her side from her armpit all the way down to just below her hip. She flinched slightly and I did the same down her other side. She tried to move away from my hands but I was stroking both sides at the same time and she had nowhere to go. I was relentless in my torment and she was struggling not to squeal. I was tickling both her sides together and she was wriggling and squirming as though she could get away. My hands left her flanks and moved down to her inner thighs. I stroked gently up from her knees to her groin, over her mound and up her stomach. She had regained her breath and I knew it was time to begin again.
I took her left foot and ran my fingers up the sole. She squealed again and tried to pull her foot away. I held her ankle tightly, even though the restraints meant she was unable to move her foot much anyway. I tickled her left foot for about 5 minutes and then switched to the other one. She was begging me now, almost crying with laughter and squealing for me to stop tickling her. I tickled her right foot for a while longer before I got bored with it and wanted to move on to something more fun. She was breathing heavily and covered with a sheen of sweat. I bent down and took her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard on it and pulling it between my teeth. She gasped as my teeth closed but did not cry out. I moved a hand down to her crotch and could feel her wetness there. She may not have admitted it, but her body was betraying her again. I nibbled on the other nipple and that elicited a groan. I still hadn’t gagged her again but for now did not think she warranted that. My hand was playing with her pussy, stroking up and down and tickling her clit. Her hips were beginning to rock in time to my ministrations, but I knew I did not want her to get off too easily. I leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“If you come, you will have to be punished. And this time you will definitely not enjoy it.”
She shuddered at these words, but they only seemed to excite her more. The stroking at her pussy was getting faster and her breathing was becoming more ragged. I knew she was nearing her orgasm and wanted to see if she could hold it. I bit down again on her nipple which caused her to gasp and seemed to cool her fires a little. She obviously liked me playing with them, but was less keen on the biting. I stopped stroking her pussy which caused her to moan as though she wanted me to continue regardless of the consequences. I grabbed a large vibrator from my toybox and placed it against her pussy on high. The vibrations were transmitted throughout her groin, but I made sure they reached her clit by placing my finger against both that and the vibrator. She was thrusting her hips up to try to get a better contact when I took the vibrator away and put my mouth on her pussy instead. Almost as soon as this happened, she screamed and I felt her entire body tense up in the throes of orgasm. I had achieved my goal and she had elicited her own punishment. She had been warned and could expect something even more devious that before.
I heard her whisper something and turned to her and asked her what she had said.
“Fuck me” She begged.
“Pardon?” I replied.
“Fuck me” She repeated, this time more fervently.
“You want to be fucked, after you came without permission and after I warned you of the consequences if you did?” I enquired.
She nodded her head yes which made me smile.
“I wanted you to beg to be fucked, but I am not convinced you really want it.”
“Please,” she repeated “fuck me now, fuck me hard until you come deep inside me.”
Fair enough, I thought, I am not one to turn down such a request. But first, I needed to change her position. She was now getting far too comfortable where she was and would need to be changed before I was willing to enter her. I unchained her from the bed and stood her up. She was still blindfolded and now I added a large ring gag. This was big enough for my cock to fit through and from her reaction I think she knew it. I locked her hands together behind her back and fitted a 3 foot spreader bar between her ankles. I attached a rope pulley to her wrists and hauled them into the air, putting her into the strappado position. The bar between her legs was locked to the floor and her collar was attached to the centre of this bar.
This assured me she would stay in one place while I took my pleasure. I stood in front of her, my cock bobbing against her head and told her she knew what she had to do. She strained to lift her head but eventually got her gagged mouth over my penis. I had allowed it to go a little soft to ensure it would easily go into her mouth, but as soon as it did it enlarge to fill the available space. I could feel her tongue swirling around the head and she did her best to suck my dick. I took my penis out of her mouth and pushed an inflatable gag through the ring. A few pumps ensured she would stay quiet and already a thin line of drool was seeping from around the gag.
I moved behind her and positioned myself at the entrance to her pussy. She was still soaking wet from before and I was easily able to enter her from behind. I started with long slow strokes, taking my cock nearly all the way out before slamming it back in to the hilt. She was moving against me as much as her bonds would allow and panting through her nose. I could feel my own orgasm approaching but did not want this to finish too quickly. I withdrew and moved back around to her head, deflated the gag and took it out, replacing it with my now damp cock. She would be able to taste her own juices along with my own and I now fucked her face as I had her pussy previously. She was taking most of my entire length and again I could feel myself moving to the brink of orgasm. I was not sure if she knew the effect she was having, but I was determined to enjoy it. Again I stopped short and withdrew, once again replacing the pump gag into her mouth.
I retrieved a large dildo from my toys and went again to her pussy. She was so moist, her juices were running down the inside of her legs and the dildo slid in easily. I knew she was approaching her own orgasm as she was now slamming her hips back to meet each thrust of the dildo. Her breathing was coming fast through her nose and she was almost over the edge. I removed the dildo and replaced it with my cock and rammed it as far in as I could get. I felt her pussy tighten and knew she was about to come. I withdrew nearly all the way and pushed back in again as far as I could. She was grunting now and my balls were slapping her behind with each thrust. I was only moments away from coming myself and had sped up the fucking until we were both on the brink of orgasm. I leaned forward and took a nipple in each hand and gently pulled on them while I continued to fuck her. She screamed into the gag as she reached her own peak and it was only moments later that I tipped over the edge. Her pussy was grasping at my cock as though to extract every last drop of come from it and she was crying softly from the intensity of the feeling.
I knew it would not take her long to recover from the fucking she had just received but did not want to let her off that easily. The tears had stopped but her chest was still heaving from the ordeal. I knew the position was not particularly comfortable and that I would have to let her down at some point fairly soon but that time was not right this second. I stood in front of her head and removed her gag. A line of drool escaped her lips as the gag came out and I let it pool on the floor. My come was running down her legs and had reached the inside of her knees.
I went back to my toy box and retrieved a pair of screw type nipple clamps. They were attached by a thin silver chain and had small screws that were used to adjust the tightness of the clamp. Her nipples were full and engorged and I knew they would be sensitive. I placed the first clamp on her right nipple and tightened the screw until I was certain it would not come off. She winced as it was tightened, but did not say anything which was fortunate for her. The second clamp went on in a similar way and the chain gently pulled her breasts together. I took a heavy elastic band and wrapped it over the centre of this chain. To this I attached a 1lb fishing weight. I did not think this would cause her too many problems, providing she stayed still. If she moved around, the band would cause the weight to bounce up and down, pulling on the clamps and stretching her nipples with them.
I bent down to her head so I could explain what was going to happen. I showed her the latex whip which I explained I was going to use all over her body.
“I want you to count each blow. Each time you forget or delay too much, you will need to start the count again from zero. I am going to continue until you reach fifty.”
She started to protest until I told her that if she preferred I could increase the number to 100. She shook her head and I went to stand behind her. Her position did not allow her to see what was to come, but I watched as she steeled herself for the first blow. What she didn’t know was that the whip I had chosen should shock her and would definitely cause her to jump, but should not cause any real pain. It would turn her skin a lovely shade of red and she would believe that it was hurting, but I knew from experience that it would be mild discomfort at worst. Of course, what she didn’t know was that I could switch to the riding crop if I felt she deserved it.
I started with her lovely bottom. It presented such an inviting target that I just couldn’t resist. The first blow landed across her ass cheek and she flinched as expected. She forgot to start the count so I helped her on.
“I am prepared to remind you about this first one. From now on, if you miss one, I am not going to tell you until I have done 10 more.”
She moaned and I knew she was not happy about it. She was tough though and I expected her to finish this with little problems. I was partially hoping she would manage without missing a single number and part of me wanted her to forget at about 45. I swung again in exactly the same spot and this time she started the count.
“One.” She said. I continued with her bottom until it was starting to go pink. This took 15 more swats and I could see she was now sweating profusely. I knew this was not hurting but would be uncomfortable. Her nipples were also being bounced around a little and I thought that was probably causing her more discomfort than the whipping. I put the whip down and used my hand to spank her bottom twice each on each cheek. She counted the blows quickly which took us up to 20. I thought she would probably like a break and told her I would be back in a few minutes. I went into the kitchen where I had got a little surprise in the fridge. I took a large pot of ointment out and went back to see my prisoner. The cream had been in the fridge since yesterday and was very cold. It had a little surprise in it however in that it was a slight irritant and would cause the skin to become more sensitive. It similar to the stuff physios use on sports people when they get a mild strain. I took a large dollop and spread it onto her now very red bottom.
She sighed as the cold spread throughout her cheeks and I looked to see a small smile on her face. I chuckled to myself as I waited for the inevitable reaction and sure enough within the space of a few minutes the smile had gone from her face and she was beginning to squirm with the heat. It would not be too bad although the whipping would make her more sensitive to the cream. I picked up the whip again and started on her flanks. They were stretched because of her position and I knew would be sensitive. I also picked up a feather which I knew she would just love. The feather was first and I ran it up her side. She managed to stifle a laugh at first but when it reached her armpit she had no choice but to let a giggle out. As soon as she had, I replaced the feather with the whip and gave her a few gentle swats to the same side. She was too busy laughing at first to remember to count the first 3 but I said nothing as she caught up with 24. As I had promised her, I would give her another 10 before I told her she would need to go back to zero. I ran the feather up the other side in a repeat of the action before and again she giggled.
The count began again at zero and this time I felt she had probably had enough. I methodically used the whip on every part of her exposed body and she resolutely counted with me until we reached the 50 mark. I was impressed that she had taken quite so much and most of her exposed skin now had a rosy red glow. I could also see that her nipples were still being tugged by the clamps and could guess that her shoulders were probably beginning to get sore from the position I had her in.
I positioned myself in front of her and told her to use her mouth on my cock. She didn’t hesitate and began long, slow strokes up the entire length with her mouth. She stopped at the top of each stroke to lick and caress the head with her tongue. It was apparent that this was difficult for her. I knew my cock would taste of her pussy as well as my own sperm and that it was likely to be unpleasant for her. This combined with her position meant she was not having an easy time of it, although she was having a damn good go.
I could feel myself approaching orgasm, but didn’t want to come at this time. I took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back until she had lifted off my penis. I looked her in the eyes and held her gaze for a few moments, before letting go of her hair and allowing her head to drop. I lowered her wrists from the strappado and she slumped to the floor. The spreader was still on her ankles and for now I left this in place and her wrists were still cuffed behind her back. She made no move to resist as I lifted her up under the arms and carried her upstairs. She rested her head on my shoulder and it appeared she was resigned to her fate. I gently laid her on my bed and locked the collar around her neck. Once this was in place I was able to remove her wrist and ankle cuffs to allow her a little more freedom. She was still well secured even though it was very simple, without access to some tools, it would be virtually impossible for her to break free of the collar and chain.
I knew she would appreciate the extra mobility, even though the chain was not long enough to allow her even off the bed. I encouraged her to get under the covers whilst I went into the bathroom to clean up. I expected that she would want to do the same, but for now was happy to keep her chained to my bed. I was undecided as to what I was going to do with her long term, but was going to enjoy the rest of the weekend.
To be continued………
05.02.09