Part 4: Vibrators from Heaven and Hell
The first time Jerry gagged me he used a big red ball that was strapped tight behind my neck. When he showed it to me I was already tied fairly simply; hands behind my back, ankles and knees tied together and lots of rope wrapped around my waist, thighs and crisscrossed over and between my breasts securing me to my kitchen chair. The gag looked enormous but Jerry told me to "open wide" and after some slight struggle managed to get the damn thing behind my teeth before tightening the straps. There was no way the ball was coming out and as I tried to talk I discovered that I could make some words sort of comprehensible but others not so well.
This was so contrary to some of the things I had read on the internet where the person gagged with a ball gag couldn’t say anything intelligible. However, what I did discover rather quickly is the difficulty you have swallowing and (for me) the amount of drool that seeps out from my mouth and drips down my chin to my breasts, or lap, thighs, etc. I also discovered the drooling to be somewhat embarrassing/humiliating just for the simple reason that I can’t control it and how it must look to be almost constantly dribbling with those thin wet lines hanging from my chin. I have also discovered how much pain can, if not watched closely, your jaw may experience if the gag is rather large and kept in for too long.
Regardless of this image that I have of myself I have since come to love gags (including the ball gag) and believe that a gag really completes the bondage for me. Not being able to clearly voice an objection while at the same time (depending on the gag) muffling the volume of the protest is, to a certain degree, just as much a turn on for me as it being tied. The best gag I have ever experience is having tape over my mouth, completely sealing my lips and holding my jaw closed. I love being gagged!
Anyway, as I sat tied to the chair Jerry took his time to fondle me through my clothes from my breasts to my thighs and slightly between them as well. I could feel him touching my puss through my panties and tried to wiggle myself so that his touch would do more than just tease me. But of course he wasn’t about to go that far, at least not so soon.
By the time he finally untied me from the chair my blouse was open, my bra was pushed under my breasts, and my skirt had been pulled up almost to my waist. My panties were sort of pulled to the side because during his teasing he had used his fingers to play with my clit and insert them into my puss. All in all he had a very frustrated old lady mewing invectives past her gag whenever he stopped touching me.
Standing me up he helped me "hop" into the living room where he also helped put me on the floor. Rolling me onto my tummy he started to gently rub my rear and even played a little with his fingers near my rear entrance. I had never experienced anal sex until Jerry and regardless of my initial fears and trepidations I now do freely admit that I have developed a sort of fondness for it. It’s the oddest thing really, but to be taken from the rear gives me a variety of "new feelings" that actually makes me a bit keyed up and anxious for more.
As I tried to stay calm while he continued with his manipulations I hadn’t noticed he had a tube of K-Y until I felt that all too familiar cold slickness when he started putting his fingers inside and playing with me. Then, reaching under me with his other hand he put his fingers in my puss and as I felt his fingers "touching from both sides" I couldn’t help myself and began to writhe and squirm and moan and gave him my best garbled plea not to stop. But, of course, he did stop and left me a wreck as I tried to rub myself on the floor while squeezing my rear in a vain attempt to finish what he started.
Suddenly a quick swat to my rear brought me back to reality and I screamed from its initial shock. Jerry had, after some experimentation, introduced me to spanking and as with the my feelings about anal sex, I now love being spanked, there is something about the pain and how it relates to my puss, just like when my nipples are clamped, a very very odd thing I’ve learned about myself, I never would have thought that pain and pleasure really can and do go together if done in an appropriate way. That is, even when I think I might not survive the pain I know that he will not (intentionally) bruise me or cause permanent damage (some welts and lots of redness but never any black and blue marks). And, while all this is going on I’m getting wetter and wetter. On the internet I’ve since learned that this is described as a pain slut and while I do not perceive myself to be a full fledged "pain slut" I do know that I enjoy what it does for me on the pleasure side.
Immediately I stopped while Jerry told me to hold still and I felt him start to spread my cheeks as best he could while beginning to insert an anal plug. This certainly was not the first time this was done to me so I knew it would be better to try to relax and help as much as I could as he slowly but surely put it inside me. As soon as it got past my sphincter I knew two things; it wasn’t one he had used before and without some assistance it wasn’t coming out easily.
As I was adjusting to the plug he reached under me again and inserted a dildo into my puss. Again I could tell it was different from any of the others we had played with and, as it entered and slid up and touched the rear plug I felt completely stuffed and hoped he would turn me over and kiss and nibble my nipples and clit and give me the orgasm I was still trying to beg for.
Laughing, he again told me to hold still and put a blindfold on me. The one he uses most covers my eyes completely and goes nearly as far as my upper lip with an opening for my nose. When it’s buckled tightly I can’t see a thing.
Turning me onto my back he finally started to play with and tease my breasts and nipples. This, coupled with my trying to move the dildos inside me had me writhing and squirming and begging even harder but, just as he did a few minutes before, he stopped and quickly turned me back onto my tummy.
As I continued to twist and turn he took a rope and began tying my arms above my elbows. Now, you must understand that I am no longer flexible enough for them to touch but he does get them about six inches from each other. More than enough to force my arms back a tad uncomfortably and push my breasts out in front of me. To make sure that I can’t somehow slip this rope down my arms he takes the ends of the rope and puts them through my arms, over the back of my neck, and then back down to the elbow ropes where he ties them off. There is no way I can get that rope loose, I’ve tried hundreds of times!
Next Jerry tied a rope to my ankles and pulled them back. He tied the end of this rope to the ropes around my elbows so that when he pulled my ankles back the pressure is not nearly as severe as when he ties my ankles to my wrists. With a final rope he tied my wrists to the rope connecting my ankles to my elbows. This limits the amount of movement I have with my wrists and leaves me totally incapable of any possibility of escape.
I could sense that Jerry wasn’t next to me any longer, but where he had gone to I hadn’t the faintest idea. I only knew that the hogtie was, for me, pretty severe and that despite all my efforts I would stay like this until he decided otherwise. The position I was in also prevented me from pushing against the floor in the way I wanted so that trying to help the dildos do their thing was not something I could accomplish without his help and I was stuck somewhere between heaven and earth. I didn’t know hell was just around the corner.
In my dark world I had no idea if I had been tied for 15 minutes, a half-hour or an hour. I do know that I was beginning to feel exhausted and could no longer wriggle about without feeling a bit more pain. Then, without warning I felt vibrations in both my rear and puss. Not much but they were there and I nearly jumped out of my skin as the vibrations began to intensify. Both dildos were vibrating and the effect on me was immediate. I rolled onto my side during my struggles and began to move faster and screamed louder than I had in a long long time.
The ropes began to feel as though they had tightened even more as I pulled against them. The vibrators, relentless beasts that they are, seemed to become stronger and as I began to get closer and closer to my orgasm I cried out in both pain from the position I was in and the pleasure that swept over me. My body jerked as I got closer and closer and when I came it was the most intense reaction I had ever experienced or could have imagined.
How long it took me to calm down I don’t know. I remember the vibrators had stopped and as I lay there panting I could not fully relax until the last of all the tiny orgasmic whispers finally subsided.
I couldn’t hear Jerry and, quite frankly, I really didn’t care where he was. I was in heaven. Even though I had pain from my struggles against the ropes I was in heaven and started to drift off to never never land when the vibrators started their dance again.
I didn’t want to "go again" but my body wouldn’t listen to my brain. Once more they drove me on and all I could do was obey their determination to drive me further. I screamed and moaned, begged and pleaded but their relentless assault brought me to the brink again and I had no choice but to obey. The orgasm, while not quite as violent as the first, was still shattering. I didn’t want it to stop and I prayed for it to stop!
This time, when I was finally permitted to relax Jerry came to me and kissed my lips over the ball gag. I can’t describe how wonderful and odd his lips felt and how wonderful it was to have him so near to me. I felt like a rag doll, I couldn’t move and just lay as still as I could.
Again he left me and for the next little while I tried to relax but I couldn’t. I wanted to straighten my legs, I wanted to untie my hands, I wanted to get out of the position I was in, I wanted to curl up under a warm blanket and be hugged.
What I didn’t want was yet another round of vibrations that brought me out of my revelry and forced me to several more orgasms. All of which coming in quick succession, persuading my body to flop, pulse and convulse. Each time the vibrators started the torture began anew. I trembled and quivered and with each new assault I became weaker and began to drift off into another dimension. As the pain increased so did the intensity of the pleasure before everything seemed to go dark. When the world came back into focus I was on my bed, untied, ungagged, no blindfold, naked and Jerry was holding me in his arms.
The first thing I actually understood was Jerry gently kissing me.
15.04.12
story continues in Widow, Corset, Ropes, Submission Part 5: Not in Kansas any More
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