Part 4
As he tries to occupy his time with fantasy scenarios for the evening, along with wicked revenge plans for Kira, he cannot ignore his severely-bound aches & pains manifesting throughout his body, especially in his tightly-lashed arms and shoulders. Lower-back pains plaque him too, the pressure against the stool back hurting. The ropes cinched around his ankles & pulled between his toes are also quite bothersome. His clamped nipples scream for release from the tight clothespins. The tight ropes dig into his skin everywhere, being practically mummified in the hundreds of feet of rope. He cannot shift at all in this hellishly tight tie.
“Man, am I gonna get this bitch back when I finally get the chance!” he thinks inside the pitch-blackness of the highly-pressurized heavy latex hood that smushes his nose flat. The fully-inflated internal gag bladder totally stuffs his mouth & traps his tongue as he stews and tries to move his head, his neck severely clamped by the tight, tall leather posture-collar, anchored by the rope through the rings and around its base. He can barely feel & move his multiple sock-sheathed hands with his arms cinched and crushed together with elbows nearly touching. He wonders about nerve damage and the wicked rope-marks this lengthy tortuous session will leave.
“Damn this woman, this goes beyond any fantasy or reasonable amount of time to be bound up like this!!” He breathes hard through the narrow breath-tube and quietly groans, dreading the consequences should he wake her up as he suffers on. “Once I get through this weekend, what’s she going to try to do, keep me on as her bondage-sex prisoner/ boyfriend??” he wonders. The thought perversely entices him and his cock stirs a bit. “What kind of crazy relationship will this be?? Will this switching thing be mainly in her favor? She’s an interesting, sexy, crazy sado-masochist! Is this smoking shit worth it?...”
Suddenly, a loud slam reverberates through the blow-up hood and his earplugs. He jumps and vocalizes in startlement, barely noticeable in his hard-bound immobilization. His heart-rate accelerates as the first acrid hit of cigarette smoke enters his lungs through the narrow breathing tube she has just exhaled into. He coughs and gasps, but happily moans in anticipation of release at last.
“Hey, sorry I slept a little later than I had planned, Kevin!” she hollers. “You must be really sore, poor boy!” He hollers emphatically, trying to squirm, indicating his extreme distress. “Thanks for being a good, quiet boy!” She snatches the clothespins off his nipples, eliciting a scream and more coughing. She goes behind him and squeezes his stocking-sock mitted, sheathed hands. Pins and needles shoot through his hands and he moans. She keeps massaging them as feeling begins to return, working her way up his arms to his shoulders. He moans at this bit of relief as she puts her head next to his black latex balloon head.
“There, that’ll do ya while I go take a shower!” He hollers and wiggles, pleading for release now. The answer comes with a big hit of smoke blown into his tube. He coughs, shakes and hollers but she is not swayed. “You’ve been in this bind for about 5 hours now, Kevin! What’s another half-hour or so?? Ha-ha! Now quiet down!” She tweaks his sore, red nipples very hard, followed by another loud holler. One last exhale of smoke into his breathing passage and she leaves, slamming the door behind her. He coughs, shakes, trembles, moans and groans, thinking very malevolent, vengeful thoughts against her, shaking and straining in rage and disbelief over this tortuous continuance of this wicked bondage.
He faintly hears the front door shutting after a while, then the bedroom door opens a couple minutes later. Another tweak to the nipples sends him into a fit, and he hears a sexy voice, not Kira’s. As she grabs his cock, Angela coos to him, “Hi Kevin! I’m amazed she still has you in this wicked bind! Poor boy! She’ll be in shortly, and gave me some instructions for you! Oh, what a night you and I are going to have! He-he-hee!” He moans, but his cock is responding to her hard grip. Then she playfully slaps it back and forth, further exciting him. “We have plans for Mr. cock here, but I think that will not be much fun for you, Kevin! Kira has a special torment planned for you!” He groans deeply. “Now, I’m going to untie your legs. No kicking!”
She begins the process of untying and uncinching and unraveling the tight ropes, remarking about the deep red marks they leave. “Wow, I’ve never seen someone tied up with so much rope, Kevin! If the amount of ropes and the tightness is any indication, I’d say she REALLY likes you! Ha-ha-ha!!” More groans and grunts. Finally his legs and feet are free as she unbuckles the tight straps around his thighs. He sighs in relief, breathing hard and slowly begins moving his sore lower limbs. “Now open up your legs!” she commands. He obediently does so. “And be still!!”
Kira comes into the room and he hears them chatting quietly, nothing he can make out. He really wants these ropes off his arms now, and the crushing hood. He is dying to finally see Angela. Now a cool, rounded piece of steel is pushed up tightly under his scrotum and he yelps in surprise. With a little manipulating, it clicks shut around his balls and cock. It was fucking tight! He vocalizes his displeasure but they silently continue, ignoring him. Some lubricating gel is applied on his soft cock, and before it could get hard, it is shoved and manipulated into a small metal sheath, pushed tightly up to the base of his cock. He issues sounds of distress as they make sure it is fully jammed into the tight, short curved tube. Then the faint sounds of clicking in his occluded ears and a final loud *click*!
He hollers out as he realizes how trapped and restricted his cock is now! “They’ve got me locked up in a fucking chastity device!! Oh, shit!!” he frets. It quickly swells in the tight chastity tube, his head and tip of the cock jamming up painfully against the closed rounded end of the short stainless steel tube as his rapidly hardening member is held painfully, rigidly down by the wicked, tight device. He shouts in incoherent distress as he hears them laughing sadistically. One pinches his nipples as the other grabs his swelling balls and his trapped cock, shaking it as it begins to throb in its small constricting steel prison as he hollers in protest.
“OK, Kevin, you’re locked up for the night, and for as long as I decide you oughta be kept locked up!! Your cock is MINE!!” She lets the words sink in as he screams at her through the tube. She lights a cigarette and blows smoke at him. She goes down and puts the chastity tube in her mouth, making exaggerated sounds of sexual pleasure as she begins sucking on it. He can feel the suction through the small piss-hole on the end, driving him crazy! She keeps it up as he moans and groans and Angela continues pinching his painful nipples. Now his cock is really hurting! She finally ceases and Angela gives his nipples a last painful squeeze. Kira grabs the device painfully containing his would-be huge throbbing erection, trapped pointing down, keeping his cock stuck tortuously down to the size of its small flaccid state. His cock and balls now move together as one, his steel-encased member pushed down into his swelling ballsack.
“Consider this a symbol of our commitment, Kevin! Instead of a ring on the finger, you’ve got a ring on your cock and balls, and a constant reminder of who’s really in control now!” He desperately tries to talk, his mind in severe turmoil, unable to make an intelligible sound out of his stuffed, latex-inflated mouth. “Of course, it’s locked on, and I’m the key-holder! I, and only I, decide on the duration! It’s mine now, Kevin!! That steel device is so damned snug, tight, and strong, don’t even think you could ever get it off!The lock is integrated into the device itself, actually a double-locking system! You are FUCKED!! And your first night wearing it will be very interesting in your mummification bondage, with Angela here to keep you company with her sexy self and the vibrator! He-he!!”
He kicks out in anger, frustration and panic, but she is well out of his range. “Do you want your legs tied up again??! More smoke down your hatch??” He hollers out but stills his legs. “Good boy, now be still while we get the ropes off that collar so it and the hood can come off!” They work the ropes off of the posture-collar, leaving him still anchored to the chair and his arms bound. His trapped cock and balls are throbbing madly in pain. He feels like he is hyperventilating. They unbuckle the three straps at the back of the super-tight posture-collar and remove it as the deflation valves are opened, depressurizing the thick latex hood and gag. As the pressure on his aching head abates, he sighs in tempered relief. They squish the air out of it and pull it up slowly over his sweaty, hot head. As he feels the air and sighs in relief, he tries to tell her how insane she is, but Angela squeezes his nostrils hard from behind and deftly forces the huge ballgag into his protesting mouth. Kira helps to jam it in as he struggles in futility and Angela straps it very tightly behind his neck. He screams in frustration as she glares at him with a smirk, taking a deep drag and blowing smoke at him. She is wearing nothing but black thong undies.
“We were ready for that outburst, Kevin! Understandable, given your new circumstances!” He hollers incoherently, the huge gag forcing his jaw painfully wide open and stretching his lips out around it thinly, creating a tight seal. “Now listen, and be quiet!! I’m givin’ you a dose of your ultimate bondage-subjugation fantasies like you’ve never experienced! Now you see where fantasy meets reality in my world and becomes a nightmare for you! This is for fuckin’ real, Kevin!! You’re in some deep do-do now! You just sit there and try to calm down a little and ponder your fate while I get dressed! I think you need a smoke to ‘calm your nerves’! Ha-ha!” She pulls out a menthol cigarette and tries to stick it into the tight hole through the ballgag as he protests and shakes his head. Angela gets him in a strong strangle-hold/ head-lock grip as Kira smiles sadistically at him, shaking her head as if saying that resistance is futile. She sticks the cigarette into the tight ballgag hole as Angela puts the squeeze on his neck and head. He breathes hard as she lights it with her lighter.
“Here we go again!!” he thinks as the hated smoke curls and drifts into his face and nose as he tries to shake his head in Angela’s iron grip. “Wow, this girl is STRONG!” he observes.
“Now take a nice, big drag, Kevin!” she commands. He groans and resists as Angela maintains her tight grip on his neck and forehead. She grabs his nipples hard, pulling and twisting as he yelps. She stares him down with a determined look on her face and plugs his nose while maintaining the grip on his sore nipple between the tight ropes with the other hand. He moans and having no choice, sucks hard on the big ballgag in order just to breathe. The noxious smoke fills his desperate lungs and she then releases her grip on his nose. He goes into a severe coughing paroxysm as the smoke rapidly expels through his nostrils. As a non-smoker, his reaction is quite severe. He shakes and coughs violently, held fast by the tight ropes. Angela unmercifully retains her tight grip on him as he chokes and wheezes. More smoke drifts up into his nostrils in his desperate breathing spasms, also more gets in through the ballgag. His extreme distress is met by smirking sadistic satisfaction by the two as he coughs and hollers furiously.
Kira watches him implacably and smokes for a bit. Then she goes into the closet and brings out a white semi-rigid high padded cervical collar to fasten around his neck. As Angela releases his neck, the collar is placed tightly about it, Angela fastening the Velcro at the back, pulling it uncomfortably tight. He continues to sputter, shake and cough. “Oh, my god, I am in the devil’s fucking smoking bondage lair!!” he thinks as he coughs and chokes, smoke seeping in through his nose and the filter jammed into the ballgag. Tears pour out of his eyes, as he strains in the constricting ropes.
As his distress continues, Angela comes around from behind, smiling at him provocatively, an unlit cigarette between the fingers of her cocked-back, upraised hand. His eyes grow wide. What an incredibly stunning, gorgeous, voluptuous beauty she is!! She poses sexily for him. “Hi, Kevin, you like??”
“Mm-hmm!” *Cough-cough* She takes his breath away, along with the smoke! She smiles at him as his constricted cock begins hardening again in its small steel sheath. “She’s an Italian Goddess!!” he thinks, adoring her semi-long dark shiny hair, sexily swept across her face, practically covering one batting eye. She is striking in every regard, from her big dark brown eyes with thick, long eyelashes, perfect eyebrows, high cheekbones, straight, strong nose and full red, voluptuous lips. She sticks the cigarette between them and puts her hands on her curvaceous hips, turning back and forth for him. She is of beautiful medium-slim build, wearing a tight black tank-top and skin-tight sexy blue-jeans. Her braless large, firm breasts bulge the fabric out considerably, her nipples clearly protruding. Her narrow waist gives her an amazing hourglass figure. He is transfixed, almost forgetting about everything but his throbbing trapped cock.
“Hey, big boy, got a light??” she asks suggestively. He moans and coughs. She comes up to him, putting her hands on his cheeks and presses her cigarette to the tip of his to light it. She puffs on it and blows in his face before taking it out of her mouth. He coughs in his arousal, straining at his tight ropes to feel the totality of his bondage, pressing his feet on the stool rungs. “Thank-you, Kevin!” she coos. He is painfully aroused. She grabs his steel-encased cock and shakes it, smiling sexily at him. It wanted to break out, throbbing madly.
Kira begins running her hands through Angela’s tresses and Angela pays her the same attention. They glance at him and begin sensuously tonguing each other, moaning sexually. Kevin squirms and coughs and moans as they escalate the kissing and tongue action. Angela, holding her cigarette, grabs Kira’s nipple-rings and begins pulling and twisting them as Kira moans softly. They keep stealing smirky glances at him as Kira raises Angela’s shirt up to reveal those huge perky orbs and starts pinching her hard nipples, cigarette in hand. He wants to be sandwiched in between them! He groans and coughs more in his complete helplessness, his cock and balls throbbing.
Angela begins licking at Kira’s nipple-rings and teats as they escalate their sexy vocalizations. They keep looking at him, knowing they are driving him crazy. Angela takes Kira’s ringed nipple into her mouth and sucks fervently while pinching at the other. He gasps at the scene, inadvertently drawing in smoke through the ballgag, causing coughing and choking. His throat and nasal passages are raw and irritated and his eyes water uncontrollably. He hollers in distress and frustration as they carry on the sexy, hot scene. Angela puts her fingers down into Kira’s crotch, rubbing her clit and inserting two fingers into her moist pussy, drawing out warm juices to rub around her clit. They watch him, licking, moaning and biting their lips suggestively, putting on a great show as Kira works at her friend’s aroused nipples.
Then Angela suddenly goes down on Kira, licking her crotch! Kira squeals in excitement and grabs Angela’s hair as she intensifies her ministrations, zeroing in on her clitoris. She clicks the clit-piercing ring between her tongue and teeth repeatedly, smiling up at him with arched eyebrows. Kira gets into a rhythmic, aroused moaning and panting, matching her escalating sexcitement, alternately looking at Kevin and closing her eyes. His watery eyes clearly show his excitement and his breathing rate has picked up. He is high on the nicotine now, and high on them! He coughs and tries to buck his roped-down hips, getting crazily aroused. His constricted cock is killing him!
Soon, Kira hollers and arches her back, looking up at the ceiling as Angela’s skilled tongue sends her over the edge. She makes spasming, jerky motions and grabs handfuls of Angela’s hair as she finishes her off, orgasming multiple times while grunting in pure animalistic lust. They caress each other and smile at him. They have enjoyed performing for him immensely, his bound and chastity deviced condition fueling their fires. He is beside himself with frustration. What an incredibly hot scene!! He tries to shift and wriggle as he moans and coughs. They kiss each other, regarding him. He coughs and wheezes.
“We loved performing for you!” says Angela as Kira happily pants. “Now we must get Kira dressed for work while you finish your cigarette, Kevin!” Kira goes to get a washcloth and returns, wiping her crotch, smiling. She slips on her black thong underwear, pulling them up tightly, and sexy black fishnet thigh stockings that stay put at her upper-thighs. As he writhes and watches and moans and coughs, she puts on a tight under-bust black panty-girdle, then slips on her tight leather mini-skirt, zipping it up over her hips with a little exertion. Angela brings over her sexy 6” spiky-heeled platform shiny leather boots and helps her zip them on, tightening up the laces on top.
“And now for the piece de resistance, Kevin, the corset!” says Angela, as she retrieves it from the drawer. She wraps it around Kira from the back, as Kira attaches the front busque. It is a beautiful bondagey-looking black leather bustier corset with 6 straps in front and chrome-steel rings at the front & back of the hips. Kira fastens the buckles and Angela goes to work cinching it up, yanking on the strings. It settles down over Kira’s hips and on her pubic bone over the short leather skirt. He watches excitedly through watery eyes as his cigarette burns down in the ballgag. Kira pushes her hands up under her nice perky breasts, snugging it up under them, pushing them up nicely into the small half-cups partly enveloping them just over her nipples. She sighs and smiles at Kevin.
Soon Angela has Kira’s already-tiny waist constricting beautifully, and her boobs becoming smushed in the tight bustier, creating a nice cleavage. She continues tugging and pulling on the laces, jerking her friend in her high heels with each exertion. Kira begins breathing more quickly and shallowly as Angela determinedly tightens and tightens it, squeezing her relentlessly. A tight-lacing dream-vision appears in front of him as finally Angela has closed the back completely and begins tying it off. Kira cannot bend her torso now and her crushed waist has shrunken to incredibly small proportions and her cleavage bulges out. Her breathing is labored and her face flushed, but she does not complain. Angela puts her 2” leather collar on her with a small steel ring in the front, buckling it snugly.
“There you go, my dear!” says Angela. “Don’t you look delicious?? The tighter the corset and the higher the heels-“
“The better the tips!” finishes Kira. “How do I look, Kevin?” she smiles at him. She is a fetish dream-vision, and his cock is throbbing in its small device.
“MMM-mmm!” *Cough*
“I’ll take that as FANTASTIC!” She comes over and removes the smoldering cigarette from his ballgag and kisses him on it, squeezing his head, gazing at him with her beautiful blue eyes under her long black bangs. He squirms and moans. “You were such a lucky find! You’d better appreciate all I’m doing for you, Kevin, to fulfill your fantasies! Now, while I finish my make-up, Mistress Angela here will begin untying you! Don’t try anything funny! She demands complete obedience!” Angela smiles at him wickedly. “We’ll let you take a potty break and have some drink and a snack before we get you situated for the evening! Of course, your hands will be cuffed behind you, so we’ll feed you! Be a good boy!” She pats him on his head and turns as he groans wearily.
Angela begins untying and unraveling the hundreds of feet of rope still tightly, excruciatingly binding him. “It’s about fucking time!!” he thinks. The severe chastity device has taken his mind off it somewhat, but his whole upper-body aches. At last his body is free from the stool with just his aching arms to untie. He sighs in relief through the huge smoke-polluted ballgag as she unties the cinched rope at his wrists. She immediately snaps on a pair of handcuffs that he can barely feel over the layers of stockings and socks encasing his hands and arms before working her way up his nearly cinched-together arms. As the ropes fall off, sharp, tingly pains stab at his nerve-endings in his semi-numbed hands, going up his arms. She begins massaging his hands and arms, going up and down as he moans and sharp, tingly feeling begins to return. Her perfume scent is intoxicating him.
“I’m sure you’re sore as hell, Kevin!” she says. “I guess you were tied up for about 5-1/2 hours! Now get up and move about and work those sore muscles!” She helps him up off the stool shakily, leaving the tight ballgag on. His arms and shoulders are on fire! He moans and looks into the mirror. He is covered in deep red rope-marks and he looks like hell! He shakes his arms and hands behind him to get the circulation going, feeling high from the smoke and ecstatic about his release. He sees the gleaming silvery metal device encasing his cock and enclosing his balls and moans, wondering when the hell it will come off. He glances at the voluptuous Angela and walks slowly around the room.
“Enjoy your little bit of freedom while you can, Kevin.” She says. “Let’s go to the bathroom now!” She grabs his steel-enclosed cock forcefully as he yelps and pulls him down the little hall to the bathroom, where Kira is finishing her make-up application. She smiles at him in the mirror as she strokes her long eyelashes with black mascara. She looks amazing in her dark eyeshadow and eyeliner, her full sexy lips covered in deep red glossy lipstick and some rouge coloring her cheeks.
Angela sits him down on the toilet, tucking his trapped cock under the toilet seat and gives Kira a loving caress on her bare shoulders. “Oh, you look SO delicious, my sweet! You’ll rake the tips in tonight!” He moans in agreement.
“Yes, my sweet, it’ll be a pleasure serving those gawking, lecherous guys their drinks and acquiring their moula tonight!” Angela pats her shoulder and leaves. He is about to piss and his cock begins to stir in its tight enclosure as he regards Kira. She glances at him. “Oh, don’t you have lovely rope-marks, Kevin! Go pee-pee like a good boy now!” She finishes applying the mascara and poses sexily for him. She is an incredibly sexy vision. He can’t take his eyes off of her incredibly tight corset and crushed cleavage. Some piss trickles out, but his cock is getting hard now, constricting his urethra inside the tight metal curved tube. “I’m probably distracting you. Finish your business while we get you a little snack and some juice.”
She swishes out of the bathroom, her alluring perfume scent lingering. He moans, thinking how fucked and frustrated he is. He shakes his sock-sheathed hands cuffed behind him as his cock expands, only to be crushingly contained within its cruel metal confines. He bangs it in frustration under the toilet seat. Slowly, the piss trickles out as he drools out of the enormous ballgag, wheezing. His throat, lungs and sinuses are all irritated from the smoke. He sits there resignedly, nervous about the mummification he’ll have to endure tonight while locked up in the damn chastity device. “So much for my hopes with Angela tonight!” he thinks.
Angela comes in to make sure he’s done and shakes and wipes his trapped cock. She smiles and helps him up, leading him by it to the kitchen. They have prepared cheese and crackers for him, a sliced apple and some cranberry juice. Kira pulls out the chair for him at the end of the table and Angela sits him down. “Now, Kevin, we know you’re not happy now, but we don’t want to hear any of your crap!” says Kira. “We’re removing the gag just to let you eat and drink, then to replace it with another! If you say ONE word, it’s on with this gag immediately, and you will go to bed without dinner like a bad boy!” She lays the new gag on the table in front of him, eliciting a groan. It is a wide leather panel gag with straps to go around and over the head and under the chin. A fat hard rubber cock-shaped gag about 2-1/2” long will go into his mouth, and protruding from the front panel is a huge 7” hard black rubber phallus.
“Not a word, Kevin!” Angela reminds him as she unbuckles the tight gag and slowly pries it out of his stretched mouth, catching the drool with a paper towel. He growls and sighs as he gets his sore jaw working, looking from one to the other. Kira holds up a cracker with cheese for him. It takes every bit of his self-control to comply with their ultimatum. She pops it into his mouth. Then Angela gives him a cut-up apple slice after he swallows, and they alternate feeding him from each side of the table, smiling sweetly at him, in between sips of the juice with a straw. He eats ravenously, depleted from his long, harsh ordeal. He finishes the food and drink soon.
“Good boy, Kevin! How’d you like a brownie and milk for dessert?” says Kira. He mmms in consent and she stiffly gets up to pour the milk while Angela gets the brownie. She purses her full lips and puts her forefinger to them, waggling her other forefinger back and forth in a silent reminder for him to keep quiet. She opens her sexy mouth as she puts the brownie to his, as if feeding a baby. He sips the milk in between bites. There is something sensuous about this ritual, being silently fed by two gorgeous women while handcuffed behind, that gets the blood flowing into his cock again as it becomes uncomfortably hard in its small steel prison.
He finishes and Kira grabs the Muzzle-plug-cock gag, smiling wickedly at him. He moans in protest but reluctantly opens his mouth, knowing that resistance is indeed futile. She jams it in and Angela tightly buckles it from behind. His mouth is stretched wide and the oral intruder nearly makes him gag as it presses his tongue down. Then she pulls the double strap apparatus up alongside his nose that is riveted to a single wide strap pulled over the top of his head, which she buckles quite snugly to the strap coming up from the back of his head. He moans as Angela buckles the chin-strap tightly under his chin, clamping his mouth down on the hard, thick gag.
“You probably realize why we have thoughtfully selected this nice gag for you!” says Kira. He moans, nodding. “You are going to pleasure Angela very well with it while you suck on the cock-gag! This won’t require that you do much, in fact, all you have to do is lay there and try not to choke on your saliva while she rides that cock!” Angela smiles gleefully. “Too bad she won’t be riding your real cock, the poor little trapped thing!” She waits for his perfunctory moan. “Here’s the key for your chastity device!” She stuffs it into her bulging, pushed-up cleavage, smiling at him. “That cock is MINE now, Kevin!” she emphasizes. “It stays just like that until I decide to give you a break, which won’t be anytime soon!” More groaning. “You are officially in chastity training! It will ensure your obedience to me and Angela!” She takes on a monotone, robotic, mechanical voice: “You will comply. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.” She and Angela laugh wickedly.
“Now, Unit Number One,” she continues in her droning “Borg” voice, “take him into the chamber for preparation!”
“Yes, my Queen.” Angela responds in kind. “Come, Kevin-unit.” She grabs his arm and pulls him up as they chuckle evilly. He shakes his head at their performance, and at his cruel fate. What the fuck has he gotten into?? Too late to do anything about it! She brings her cuffed prisoner into the living-room and leads him to a long, narrow, metal padded bench. He sees 2 rolls of 5” pallet-wrap and a bunch of rolls of duct-tape on the chair next to it, along with the semi-rigid white cervical-collar. He knows his fate is about to be sealed and shudders.
Kira comes in with the handcuff key. “Now, Kevin, when I unlock the cuffs, you will lie down immediately on the mummification bench, or face very dire consequences.” she says deadly seriously. Angela sits him on it and gets him in her familiar head-lock from behind. He breathes heavily in her tight grip as Kira unlocks the cuffs. Angela maneuvers him forcefully to lie down on the bench, keeping her vice-like grip on his head and neck. With his stocking and tube-sock-sheathed arms at his sides, on the narrow bench, Kira kneels down and begins applying the strong plastic-wrap around his abdomen and chest to trap his arms, pulling it tightly. A cotton ball is placed on each nipple before the wrap is tautly stretched over his chest. Angela relaxes and releases her grip as Kira completes a few more turns. She pauses and hands Angela the cervical-collar, which is quickly Velcro-fastened tightly about his neck. She is breathing hard, shallow breaths from the exertion in the crushing corset, and Angela takes over the wrapping, going up to his shoulders and neck and back down, overlapping it, expertly grabbing the roll from underneath the bench with her other hand, pulling it tautly around him.
He is breathing hard in apprehension and excitement at the same time. He has to be careful to swallow and not allow his gag-reflex to kick in. His cock is throbbing within the device now. As Angela gets the wrap down to his groin, she stops and asks Kira if she should wrap around or over it. “Wrap over it for now for more constriction, you can always cut it out later.” Angela smiles and begins to wrap over his metal-encased cock, pushing it down flat, harder into his tightly-ringed balls. He groans in protest and pain as she goes around it with a couple tight layers and continues down his legs, putting a folded towel between his knees and a rolled-up one beneath them. She gets to his ankles and inserts a small towel between his ankles and a small rolled-up one under them. Then she wraps his feet together around the bench, forcing them down with less tensioning, one foot overlapping the other.
Already he can barely wiggle. She proceeds back up with the tight, rapid wrapping, reminding him of a spider earnestly wrapping its victim. “She’s done this before a few times!” he thinks. She gets up to his neck, wrapping it down, and goes to his forehead for a few turns, lightening up the pressure for his head. Then back down again, thoroughly, tightly, down over his feet. Then she proceeds back up again, for a fourth tight layer! He moans, now completely immobilized as she finishes at his forehead.
She stops for a smoke-break with Kira. He breathes hard, restricted breaths in his tight cocoon, trying to move to no avail, actually relishing the sensual feeling of being so tightly wrapped, immobilized and gagged. His painfully trapped and wrapped throbbing cock and balls are killing him. The tight, fat cock-gag fills his mouth not too uncomfortably and he is glad that he can breathe just a little bit around it through the tight panel. The external part of the gag is invitingly ready for use. The irritating smoke hits his nostrils. “Geez, he thinks, before long I’ll be getting used to this! These bitches are making a smoker out of me!”
Kira and Angela considerately blow some smoke at him. “My, that’s a big cock you have there, Kevin!” says Kira. “In fact, rather similar to your cock that’s all tucked away!” She pats his trapped and wrapped cock and he groans. “Imagine all that trapped in that little device! Straining to get hard and break free! This will teach you discipline! Which you so inconsiderately lacked last night! I know what torture this is for you, you horny bastard!” As she speaks, Angela removes her top baring her bounteous breasts, and begins licking and sucking on the gag cock teasingly, making sexy aroused noises. She starts sucking on it more vigorously and vocalizing, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth, driving him nuts as her large firm breasts bounce on the top of his head, as he sucks on the internal gag. She cups her boobs and squeezes them against him as she bobs vigorously up and down on the large hard rubber phallus. Her hair brushes and tickles at his face.
He tries to move and moans, held steadfast. This should be his cock she’s doing this to! His constricted, crushed cock meanwhile throbs madly and painfully in its prison. Her sweet perfume scent adds to his restrained excitement. Kira stands close by watching in amusement. “Yes, Kevin, this is what you had hoped Angela would be doing to you while I’m gone! Poor boy!” She spews smoke toward him. Angela is holding her cigarette in her hand cupping her boob, with the smoke drifting onto him. He coughs, but is aroused and so frustrated! Angela sucks with alacrity for a bit more, vocally playing it up with sexy moans and sighs.
Then she slowly, sensuously lets the rubber cock slip out of her mouth. She takes a drag and spews the smoke at him. “Just think if I WAS giving you a blow-job, Kevin! Maybe some other time, if Kira allows, whenever she finally unlocks you! He-he! OK, break-time over! Duct-tape time! You’re gonna be taped up so tight, you won’t believe it, boy!” She takes a couple more drags and stubs out the cigarette. Kira hands her a roll of duct-tape, smiling. She begins at his wrapped-down forehead with a couple turns, carefully not applying too much tension on his head, or his neck over the collar. When she starts applying it over his shoulders on down, though, she makes it very tight, uniformly, smoothly overlapping it, advising him to breathe in as she pulls it across his chest and ribcage if he wants to be able to breathe OK.
Happily humming to herself, she goes about the business of taping his entire body down solidly, rapidly and expertly, compressing him down relentlessly. She tears off strips for his toes, then upper shoulders, and the top of his head. He moans and wheezes at the crushing tightness as she grabs another roll and solidly, firmly double-layers him. His poor, trapped and constricted cock is squished down so hard now, barely a bulge can be seen of the wicked device rigidly containing it facing straight downwards, smushed into his balls. He doesn’t want to feel turned-on and aroused now, but he is. His member screams in throbbing pain and discomfort as he groans.
Kira nods approvingly, admiring her friend’s work. “I’m gonna get going now, but Angela, dear, here’s another roll of tape to use!” She hands it to her and gives her a nice kiss as he moans and tries to move in futility. “I’ll be back in about 7 or 8 hours. And you’re staying just like that, Mummy-boy! All night, in fact! No mercy! Ha-ha! Have fun, you two! Ciao!”
Out she goes as Angela bids her ciao and Kevin moans in his rubber cock-stuffed mouth. “All night like this???” he bemoans. He is sweating profusely and will certainly have to piss! Angela smiles a sadistic smile at him and sets about applying the third roll of duct-tape tightly all around him in her tight, thorough fashion. On the narrow bench, actually narrower than his shoulders, he is now wrapped and compressed into complete and utter immobility. She rips off the last piece to apply to his head, sighs happily and gets the scissors. She carefully snips at the layers of wrap and tape over the compressed cotton balls on his nipples, pulling them out of the small holes she has cut. His de-compressed nipples pop out as if to say, “Play with me now!”
She obligingly tweaks them with both hands, leaning over his head, compressing her large breasts on his face, half smothering him as he vocalizes in excitement and frustration. Her pinching becomes harder and harder as he begins to holler. Then she abruptly leaves and returns with a bunch of plastic high-pressure clothespins. He groans as she smilingly snaps a couple above his head before tightly clamping them deeply down on his red, protruding nipples. Then she clamps one on his nose, closing off his nostrils. As he struggles to breathe through the tight cock-panel gag, she attaches more to his ears, humming her happy little tune, clamping 4 on each ear. Then she clips 2 on each eyebrow, and at the corners of his eyes, pinching the skin out. Another goes between his brows at the top of the bridge of his nose. She pinches his cheeks hard and clamps 2 more on. He begins to holler in pain and distress as she sits there smiling at him. Then she gets up and pulls off her tight jeans and slowly removes her thong underwear, teasingly seductively, acting oblivious to his mounting distress.
She straddles his face, fingering her pussy and clitoris sensuously. She writhes and moans over him for awhile, driving him nuts as he struggles to get air, mmphing desperately in his complete helplessness and mummified immobility. Finally she snatches the clothespin off of his nose and he breathes hard and sighs in relief. She then clamps it and another one deeply inside his nostrils on the outside. As he hollers in pain, she lowers herself slowly onto the big rubber cock on his gag, slowly impaling herself on it. Then she slowly goes up and down on it, immersed in her pleasure and his pain and distress, moaning sexily, looking down upon him between her ample boobs as she tweaks her nipples hard. Gradually, her pace quickens as her arousal rises and her juices flow. His mind is going crazy with all this going on, unable to move an iota and his excited cock kept crushingly contained inside its steel prison.
She begins fucking his face in earnest, rising up on the big phallus and back down with increasing urgency. As he moans and hollers, so does she, squeezing her nipples hard between thumbs and middle fingers while scratching at her aroused nipples with her sharp, red forefinger nails. Now she is really fucking herself, coming down somewhat hard on his gagged mouth, taking in its full 7” length, working herself toward an orgasmic frenzy. Despite himself, he cannot help but get excited and is breathing and moaning hard also through his nose. His pain merges with her excitement and his trapped cock throbs madly. She puts a hand to her clit and makes high-pitched sighs that drive him nuts! As he watches her sexual ministrations at extreme close-up range, he imagines he is fucking her and abandons himself to the sexy scene. As she squeals and urgently works to get herself off, he imagines he is cumming inside her. She keeps it up and up, riding the cock-gag with abandon, orgasming multiple times, now slamming down upon his face with some force. He begins to worry about his jaw and teeth.
Finally her rhythmic riding motions abate, as her warm pussy juices leak out around the phallus, some getting into his nose! He tries to snort it out as she seems oblivious to him, now sitting on his face with a lot of weight, the gag cock fully inside her. She strokes and pinches her clit some more, and shudders, orgasming again. She looks down at him, drooling upon his face, moaning happily. It almost gets in his eye, but a sexier sight he has never witnessed. Slowly, shakily, she un-impales herself from the fat dildo gag, releasing more cum-juices onto his gag and face. He is so damn aroused and frustrated! Now, he feels the clothespins’ pinching pain around his face and ears more keenly with his attention more focused on himself. She quickly plucks them off, eliciting pained yelps. She wipes his face and then flops down on the sofa, immersed in the orgasmic afterglow.
He is so damned turned-on, and so fucked! He struggles to move in complete, utter futility, grunting and moaning. She props her pretty head up on her hand. “Hey, Sweetie, thanks for the fuck! Was it as good for you as it was for me??” She smirks at him as he moans pathetically. “Oh, I forgot those clothespins on your nipples! But you’re OK!” Moans. She gives him a wicked smile. “Oh, Kevin, the night is young! How’s your cock doing? Not so great, huh? Poor baby. How’d you like some stimulation?? Be right back!” She goes into the bedroom and returns with a plug-in vibrator. He sees it from the corner of his eye, as he can’t turn his head, and groans. She plugs it in and turns it on high-speed, pressing it onto the sealed-down chastity device. She gets a couple strips of duct-tape and tapes it down tightly on his crotch. She smiles as he makes frustrated sounds as he feels the powerful vibrations go into the stainless steel device and his cock through the plastic-wrap and duct-tape layers.
“Now, you’re all set for awhile, Kevin!” she says cheerfully. “You be quiet while I go on the computer in the other room for awhile, OK, hon?” She gets roll-up earplugs and inserts them deeply into his ear canals, then a folded towel, placing it over his eyes. She carefully duct-tapes it into place around the bench, rendering him blind. Then she gets some electrical tape and wraps it around his panel gag and chin under the bench, sealing the wide cock-plug in even tighter. He moans dejectedly in his total helplessness as the vibrator relentlessly does its thing, making his cock want to burst out! He cannot even move his fingers, sheathed in the layers of stockings and tight tube-socks, compressed down so tightly in the wrap and tape. His feet and toes are wrapped and taped securely down and he cannot budge at all. His clamped nipples are burning. All his physiological energy is contained in the severe mummification, especially his sexual energy which courses through him in his impotent, immobilized bound state.
Time passes and he tries to relax, but it is extremely difficult in this state, with the vibrator stimulating his crushed, enclosed cock and his nipples on fire. A happy place in his sub-space is elusive. More saliva drips down his throat and he almost chokes on it. “I’m so fuckin’ fucked with these bitches, I can’t believe it!” he thinks. “When the hell’s it MY turn ??” He breathes hard, restricted breaths and coughs, his lungs feeling tired and polluted. He strains his muscles only to feel the complete helplessness of his situation. More time passes and he feels some pre-cum seeping out of his trapped cock. At his deepest fantasy root, he does love this severe bondage, but cannot really relax into it in his agitated, painfully-stimulated state.
Finally Angela returns to the front-room. Smoking, of course, he notices straightaway. She snatches the tight clothespins off of his nipples and he yelps at the searing pain. She removes the tortuous vibrator. Then she sits on his stomach, straddling him, causing him breathing distress. Unconcerned, she is cutting away at his hidden cock, getting it extricated from the tight wraps. She cuts just enough to free it, but it is anything but free. She grabs his tube-encased cock and shakes it, his trapped balls moving in unison with it, and gets up. He’ll take and appreciate any little relief he can get!
“Now, Mummy-man, you may have been wondering if you were just going to lie there all night and piss yourself eventually! No, we thought of that, of course!” He hears some fidgeting around and some plastic tearing. “Time to get you cathed and bagged to take care of that! Now be still, as if you have any choice, ha-ha! Relax, it’s going in now.” He braces for the urethral intrusion, figuring well, of course this would be on the agenda! Very carefully, she inserts the well-lubed end into his chastity device and slowly into his cock. It is a plastic urethral catheter, a very simple device. She proceeds carefully with the slow, lubed insertion. He winces as it slowly snakes into the urethra of his semi-flaccid, trapped cock. It is a very strange, intrusive, stimulating feeling as it gets closer and closer to his bladder opening. He breathes nervously, moaning occasionally, but she seems to know what she’s doing! He feels a little pressure, then the irritating pushing sensation stops, followed by the feeling of needing to piss. Indeed, he is pissing through the tube, as it has entered his bladder and it is seeping out into the hanging collection bag she has attached, all control over it lost to him.
“There, Kevin! The operation is a success! Nurse Angela knows what she’s doing!” The piss continues, and he begins feeling aroused. His cock hardens in the tight device, but the urine flow is unimpeded. He feels relieved, but oddly stimulated, as his cock pulses around the piss-tube inside the small steel tube. “I see your cock is getting hard in there! A common side effect! Well, a little more excitement, then a change of head-restraint for you!” He hums excitedly at the prospect of getting the damn harness-gag off and the straps pressing into his head, which are giving him a headache. She cuts around his head to remove the wrap and tape holding it so well immobilized. Then she works the straps loose on the gag harness from around his head, prying the big cock-gag out of his mouth. He sighs and moans in relief, moving his sore jaw. She leaves the tight, taped-down cervical collar on.
“Angela”, he croaks, “how abou-” She clamps her hand hard over his mouth, shushing him.
“No talking, Kevin!” she admonishes as he growls. “You have much better things to do with that mouth!” She grins at him and steps over him, straddling his head.
“But Angel-” He is cut short as she squats and plops her shaved crotch right down on his mouth! “Now, Kevin, be quiet and be a good boy! I hear you’re a good pussy and clit-licker, so get to it!”
“Mmmmpphhh!!’ She tilts her pelvis back, pressing her mons on his mouth and nose, partially smothering him. He’s pleased to see she has washed up, and incredibly excited to have her pussy at his mouth. He begins tonguing her at her orifice as she keeps her pressure on him. He is being gagged by her pussy clamped down upon him! As he licks up toward her clit as she adjusts herself, her moans and her scent are turning him on. Now she is positioned for a good clit-licking, and he obliges her well. She moans and wriggles, getting very stimulated and excited.
“Yeah, boy, you got it…oh, yeahhh…” she says breathily. “Ooooohhh—now SUCK it while you lick it!!” He obligingly seals his puckered lips around her hard super-sensitized nub and expertly sucks as he licks it, driving her crazy. His catheterized, steel-encased cock throbs madly, maddeningly in its super-constricting confines. She breathes, sighs and moans heavily, cumming in a torrent on him, a real gusher, like piss coming out, hollering out in orgasmic bliss. She keeps the pressure on though, and he keeps it up, her hot juices running down his chin and cheeks. She screams and cums again and again as he continues with alacrity, trying to bust out of his super-tight mummification, accomplishing nothing.
Finally, she is sated, and slowly lifts her sex up off of his face, dripping all over it. He is so turned-on and excited and so frustrated! He moans in his total immobilization and now painfully-tight chastity device. She falls happily onto the sofa, sighing, as he tries to turn his head to her in the tight, high cervical collar, straining at his bonds, impossibly stuck. Her warm juices trickle and tickle as they run down off of his face. She is a thing of incredible beauty, his vision of a perfect woman. He tries to hump himself in the crushing layers of plastic-wrap and tape, seeping a little fluid from his trapped, sore cock. He sighs and moans in frustration.
She cocks her head on her hand, grinning at him. “Nice job, Kevin! I see why Kira thinks you’re a keeper!”
“I’d love to show you more, Angela!” he says, nodding toward his cock.
“Yes, too bad about that! You do have a nice cock! Just the thought of it trapped in that little device makes me all tingly! He-hee!” She grabs a cloth and wipes her wet crotch, drawing her breath in sharply as it rubs her red, swollen, sensitive clit as he moans. “I’m under strict orders to keep conversation with you to a bare minimum, or to make it not possible!” she smirks.
“Huh. You do know that when I’m finally out of this, it’s my turn on her! But my cock is killing me! She’ll have to let it out!”
“Oh, does she?? I think she’s going to keep you cock-locked for a good while, Kevin! But tell you what! You’ve been a very good boy, and if you continue to be, I may tell you where she keeps her steel chastity belt hidden! But you mustn’t say I told you! I think turnabout is fair play, Kevin, so…” she smirks.
“Oh, yes, Angela! She needs a dose of her own medicine! Then we’ll see how smug she acts!” He tries to move and wriggle, actually loving the tight mummification, but hating his cock bondage.
“Only fair, Kevin! The thought of you both locked in chastity with no way to get off is delicious! See, I’m not so bad!”
“No, Angela. You’re quite fun and interesting, and sexy and gorgeous!”
“Thank-you, Kevin. All the boys say that, tee-hee! It’s been nice having a little chat with you, but time to gag and wrap your head up! No complaints, or you’ll never get to lock that chastity belt on her!”
He takes a deep breath. “OK, do what you must. Nice to pleasure you and talk to you, Angela!”
“Oh, the pleasure was all mine, Kevin!” she smiles. “I’ll be right back with a wet cloth to wipe your face. You look so cute with my cum all over it, he-he!” She gets up with the cloth stuck between her thighs at her crotch, tweaking his nose as she leaves the room. He sighs at his impending doom in complete mummification bondage, but smiles, thinking of getting Kira into severe bondage and locking her chastity belt on her.
“The game is afoot!” he says to himself, smiling. His cock twinges again in the small steel tube and his balls feel caught in a vice-device. The catheter is an interesting feeling, not too bad, he thinks, except for the continual feeling of needing to piss. The piss-bag fills some more.
Angela returns with a warm washcloth and tenderly wipes his face. “Wow, I sure came a lot, ha-ha!” She finishes and before he can say anything, she plants her lips on his in a passionate, sensual kiss, flicking her tongue at his. She sighs and moans sexily, eliciting the same response from him. Their tongues intermingle as they rub their lips together, she occasionally backing off to lick at his lips and darting tongue. She maneuvers herself onto him, mounting him in a sexual fashion, pressing her vulva down on his steel cock. She moans and writhes as they kiss with intensity, making humping motions on him, driving him insane. He tries to hump her back with all his might, moaning deeply.
She increases her rhythmic intensity, causing him to yelp as she smushes his cock down hard. She keeps it up and up, as if they are having sex. He is crazy with desire and frustration as his trapped hard cock throbs and pulses madly. She runs her fingers through his hair, playing it up, and removes his earplugs. Then she licks at his ear aggressively as he vocalizes in mad excitement and frustration.
“Too bad your cock’s trapped in that thing, Kevin” she whispers between licks. “It would be in me right now, big boy.” He moans loudly. “It would be all up in my moist, hot, tight pussy, getting closer, closer…uuhhhh...” She increases her pelvic action, simulating intercourse, delighting in his wickedly enforced impotence. Her soft, sexy voice in his ear makes him go crazy as he hollers.
“Yeah, boy, your big cock would feel soooo good in me” she rasps, “so gooood…you’d be about to get off…” He yells and tries with all his might to break out of his severe bondage, wanting to take her—but even if he could break out, his steel-encased locked cock would have no satisfaction. Her hair on his face, her perfume, her soft voice, her licking, her rhythmic humping, have the desired effect and he hollers/growls in total sexual frustration. She raises her head to stare into his desperate, yearning eyes, smiling sadistically at him, still grinding on him and his painfully throbbing cock. What a tormentor!
“But maybe some other time, sexy.” she says. “Not another word out of you, now, Kevin.” she says firmly, softly. “Keep quiet while I gag and wrap you, and we’ll have our bargain, OK?”
He gives a big sigh. “Mm-hmmm.”
“That’s a good boy.” She slowly dismounts him and grabs the nearly 2” diameter black flanged piece of PVC pipe/tubing ready to be put into his mouth. She smiles, rotating it in her fingers above his head as he groans. “Open wide now!” she says sweetly. He opens, and she inserts it in against his teeth, pushing the ¾” long piece in firmly, up to the flange. He sighs and breathes heavily, knowing his jaw may remain locked in place like this for a number of hours. It is not too uncomfortable. “Perfect fit!” she grins. She gets a soft padded blindfold and carefully places it on him. No light penetrates at all. She retrieves the pair of high-density sound-blocking earplugs, rolling each up tightly between her thumb and finger, inserting them deeply into his ear canals. As they expand, he is quite deafened.
“Sub-space, here I come!” he thinks. His heart pounds and his cock throbs as she begins plastic-wrapping his head down carefully and meticulously, covering it completely, over his nose and around the PVC gag and his mouth. Then she applies electrical tape up around the gag and over the top to restrict his air a bit, and down around his mouth and the bench, being careful not to pull it too tightly. Then the duct-tape application begins, applied with a moderate pressure, around and around his head, immobilizing it firmly, but not too tightly, and down upon the already-taped cervical-collar. She tears off strips to make it a complete and total seal of his head, smoothing each piece down carefully and neatly. His nose and nostrils are completely covered and sealed, so only mouth breathing is allowed. She finishes and admires her handiwork.
She looks at his stainless steel-covered cock and decides it should be wrapped-down tightly again. First she pats it as he vocalizes incoherently, before tightly wrapping the plastic pallet-wrap around his crotch and the bench, followed by tight, solid overlapping duct-tape layers, leaving only the catheter tube visible. He moans as it pulses, protesting the renewed constriction. His immobilization is complete, total and utter. From head-to-toes, he can move nothing. He feels the heat, the sweat and the overwhelming rigidity of this absolute mummification. His breathing rate and heart-rate speed up. He is completely resigned to his severely immobilized plight.
She lights a cigarette, making sure to blow the smoke his way. He coughs, moans and wheezes. She watches him for awhile to make sure he’s breathing OK and not exhibiting any signs of undue distress. “OK, Kevin, that’s a wrap! You are just a silver, cocooned, inanimate, pissing object now!” She raises her voice so that he may hear her through the occluding earplugs. “The night is still young, but what a long one it will be for you! It will be up to Kira when you get out! She won’t be back for hours yet, but she plans to leave you there for the night!” Predictable moans. “You have no choice but to deal with it, tough as that may be! I’m going on the computer now! You need to stay quiet, in order to keep our little secret deal! You just relax, and I’ll see you in a while! I’ll check your piss-bag later on and let you in on where that chastity device of hers is! You will tell her you were just rummaging around out of curiosity while you have her tied-up, and found it! If I hear otherwise, you’ll be in for a world of trouble!”
She gets dressed and leaves for the bedroom as he sighs and flexes some muscles, marveling at how tightly, completely immobilized he is! He strains against it before working to relax himself by degrees, getting ready for the difficult long night ahead. He hopes his jaw and teeth won’t get too sore from the wide PVC piece wedged and taped into his mouth. She hasn’t left much of a hole with the tape on the top of it, restricting his mouth-only breathing enough to make his ordeal a little more arduous. “This bitch is so thorough, and wicked!” he thinks. “First she wraps and tapes me up so fuckin’ tight, fucks my cock gag and comes on my face, makes me lick and suck her off, spewing cum on my face again, then kisses and licks me passionately, teasing the shit out of me and pretending to fuck me! Now this damn gag and wrapping! My poor damn cock! And that hot scene earlier with those two! Those wicked bitches! This fuckin’ game is SO ON!! Fuck with my dick, bitch?? Oh, wait ‘til I lock that thing on YOU, Kira!!” He stews in his tight cocoon, making his vengeance plans for her.
The hours slowly pass in his crushing cocoon, as more piss fills the bag through his catheter. He occasionally relaxes sufficiently to semi-doze, jolting awake before he can actually fall asleep. His every thought and attempt at movement is completely contained and thwarted. His caged cock periodically swells up in its tight sheath and his smushed balls bother him. One time it swells up maddeningly throbbingly hard for an extended period of time in its tight confines and becomes quite painful. For nearly an hour, it does not subside, feeling trapped in a tight, unrelenting tourniquet. He tries to think of other things, but he becomes very concerned about it and quietly moans periodically. Finally, the engorgement abates, to his huge relief. He tries not to think about the time. His lungs, sinuses and throat are irritated from all the smoke. He is feeling hot and stiff and uncomfortable now, as Angela walks into the room. She covers his taped gag with her hand to make her presence known. He is amused, but she keeps her palm tightly pressed down on it until he feels the desperate need to breathe. Finally she takes it off, cackling.
“Hey, your piss-bag is OK for now, mummy-man! Enjoying yourself?” He recovers his breath and moans. “OK, she’ll be home in about an hour!” She crouches down by his duct-taped, stuck head. “Her chastity belt is in the bedroom closet, hanging up above the door inside in a black bag, where you probably wouldn’t think to look. It has attachments, too! You may or may not want to put the vagina plug in! She’s worn it before for a day with the big dildo up her cunt, and it drives her nuts! Every move and step she makes, she feels it rubbing inside her, making her horny as heck! She was in a sexual melt-down one night after wearing it to the club, running around serving and schmoozing with the guys! I made her wear the butt-plug attachment too that whole day and night, after I gave her a good enema, of course! It drove her crazy! Or, you could just lock her up without the pussy insert, so she’s denied all sexual release possibilities, like she’s done to you! And remember, no letting on I gave you this information!”
He makes an affirming noise through the short tube-piece embedded in his mouth. “I see you like the idea, Kevin! It’ll serve her right, of course! Tit-for-tat, and all that! Oh, I see hot, frustrating scenarios ahead for you two! And I’ll be back after you’ve had your fun with her, to have MY fun with the both of you! He-hee!! Oh, what a Sunday it will be! You’d better get some sleep tonight later while you can, boy! Well, I’m tired! Before I go, I’ll leave you with a little going away present! He-he! Have a good night!”
She gets the Hitachi vibrator and places the head down on his trapped and wrapped cock, and duct-tapes it down tightly on him. He moans miserably as she turns it on to the high-speed setting, sending strong vibrations down through the wrap and device to his cock and balls. “Oh, we can’t forget about those nipples, either!” She clamps the tight clothespins back onto his protruding nipples. “There you go! Enjoy! Ciao!” He groans as he hears her slamming the front door. The vibrations transmit right through his cock and balls, causing unavoidable excitement and arousal.
“Here we go again!” he thinks, and hollers in abject frustration. “She’d BETTER be home within an hour! My cock and nipples will be KILLING me!! Being left alone again in severe bondage! AAARRRGH!!!” He flexes and strains against the super-tight, multi-layered mummification. His efforts are so well contained and his immobilization so complete, nothing visible happens. He waits and waits, anguishing in the rising nipple pain and cock pain. This scenario affects him deeply inside at his masochistic core, exciting and arousing him. Coupled with the strong vibrations assaulting his trapped, crushed, throbbing member, it drives him into a hyper-excited sexual bondage state. Pre-cum seeps from his catheterized cock and he begins to wonder if he can get off. He strains to move his pelvis but the best he can do is flex his butt and sphincter muscles.
He works himself into a frenzy, desperately wanting to get off with every fiber of his being. He strains and tries for a long time, but without direct frictional stimulation on his imprisoned penis, his trigger does not release. He finally gives up with a frustrated holler. Panting, moaning and wheezing, he feels exhausted from his futile exertions. Some saliva gets into his windpipe, setting off a choking/coughing spasm. Water runs out of his blinded eyes and he is panicked. He catches his breath in short order, survival reflexes kicking in, and works to clear his passage. He hollers and groans loudly.
Angela has been enjoying watching him get all worked up since she slammed the door, making him think he was alone, sitting in the chair by the door, until he began choking. She didn’t want to have to cut him out for an emergency, and was very relieved that he recovered quickly. He moans and clears his throat occasionally, eventually getting more relaxed. Eventually, his sore cock relaxes a bit, the excitement of the vibrator and the situation wearing off somewhat. He is living another bondage fantasy dream extreme, but he knows well that with extended durations in severe bondage, the dream transforms into a nightmare. He sighs as his clamped tits burn.
Angela eventually quietly slithers over to the couch to lie down. She is dozing as Kira comes in. Kira has been appraised of her friend’s little game, and does not let on that she is there. Kevin hollers out a greeting to her as she comes over. She flicks at the clothespins, receiving a yelp. “Hi, Kevin, been having a fun night??” The sexy tormentors exchange smirks. “Oh, so nicely wrapped and gagged! I’m sure you can’t fuckin’ move! I’m sure Angela treated you very well, and you treated her well!” She winks at Angela. “I had a great night, made so much in tips! I’m gonna buy some new toys and gear now! Oh, this corset is killing me, but I made a killing wearing it, ha-ha! I’m wiped-out! Partly thanks to you keeping me awake last night with your insistent cock! Hence, your extra punishment time you deserve so much! Let’s see, it’s only been about 8 hours now, only about half the time you’ll have to stay there, boy!” Loud protesting moans. “And you’d better be quiet tonight! Don’t be waking me up! You’ll finally get your turn at me tomorrow! I’m sure you’re thinking a lot about that! How is that nice little cock, huh?? Like that catheter?? Had enough of that vibrator??”
“Uh-huh!!”
“OK, off with that, don’t want it over-heating! And off with these clothespins!” she says as she snatches them off. He hollers in searing pain. “In case you had any notions of finding your chastity key, or trying to torture its whereabouts out of me, FORGET ABOUT IT, Kevin! It’s not even here! It’s in a VERY safe place elsewhere!” He growls and she yawns. “I’m off to bed now, boy! Sleep TIGHT!! HA-HA!!” She motions for Angela to join her in the bedroom as he sighs at her humor. They traipse into the bedroom to undress/decompress and lie down for a nice little intimate session before falling into a contented, exhausted sleep, with Angela spooning Kira from behind, her big strap-on still partially inserted in her friend’s happy, leaky pussy.
In the living room Kevin tries to get calmed and relaxed to serve out his lengthy sentence. The consolation for enduring this severe mummification ordeal will be at hand tomorrow he thinks, when at last he can get his hands on her, but 8 more hours stuck like this??? He knows it will test him to his outer-most limits! He’s already well-past his former mummified record duration from his old girlfriend. He feels hot, and nervous energy builds up in him. He strains and flexes to dissipate the built-up energy coursing through him, unable to move an iota. His saliva is drying up, so maybe he’ll be able to get a little sleep here and there, he thinks, without having to deal with the saliva running down his throat. All and all, his locked-open jaw and mouth doesn’t feel that bad.
Gradually he relaxes over the next couple hours, but unconsciousness eludes him. “Damn, am I fucked!!” he grouses. “Fuckin’ bitch, leavin’ me here overnight like this! This is insane! Now my cock’s hard again! This fuckin’ device! I’ll get her little cunt all locked up in her device! She won’t get out ‘til I get out!!...” Eventually tiredness and exhaustion overcomes him and he does drift off for brief periods over the next few hours. He wakes up repeatedly with starts, when his mind and body are jolted again and again with the reality of his tightly-enforced motionless entombment. Then he wakes up for an extended period, feeling discomforts, stiffness and nervousness. His body wants out, his mind is overloaded with this incredible enforced immobilized and sensory-deprived duration. Now it is like torture. He moans quietly in his misery, lest he should wake her and incur further wrath. His mouth is dry and he has a headache. His lower back is sore. He is hot. His cock springs back to life in its tight steel tourniquet, staying throbbingly hard for an extended period. He is ready to go insane. The hours slowly, tortuously pass.
“Oh, payback will be a bitch, bitch!!” he promises.
Mumman
23.01.12
story continues in Smoking Issues 5
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