She never ceases to surprise me. I should’ve expected it though. In everything else we’d discussed, she’d been a fast learner. Why should this be any different? Still, nothing could have prepared me fully for what I was experiencing now. Heck, I was still in shock about the whole thing. It had happened so damn fast, and I certainly wasn’t expecting it, not coming home from work like that. But I’m getting ahead of myself, and losing you in the process. I’ll try to clue you in to who I am at least a little bit.
My name is….my name is unimportant . Basically, I’m your average guy, thirty-something, average height, average build, dark brown hair (with a little grey showing through). Nothing out of the ordinary really. I like weight training, reading, martial arts, good music, and oh yeah, bondage. Yeah, you know, the whips and chains kinda thing. But nothing too heavy understand - I don’t go in for the whip-me-till-I-bleed thing, or gay stuff or watersports. Just good, clean, consensual, you-tie-me-up-I’ll-tie-you-up, tease me, spank me, make me your love slave, turn-me-on-until-I-can’t-stand-it-anymore bondage. And just for spice, throw in a scenario, a “pretend” scene, and look out! Guaranteed to make me as hard as a rock, and make my eyes roll back in my head. And it doesn’t really matter what you use to do the tying either, just make sure it’s good and tight, and add a gag, preferably one that works. None of that “aesthetic” crap. Give me a snug, effective gag or don’t bother! Blindfolds are cool too, and if you add earplugs, hoods - arrgh! - the list is endless. But you get the point - nothing too rough, and both parties should be agreeable to the idea - no actual rape or anything like that. If your partner’s had enough, and they use the safeword, safesound, or safe-movement, fun’s over, let ‘em go. But enough about the rules, and on with the story!
Anyway, like I said, I had just come home from work, and had just finished carrying in the last of my stuff and locking the door behind me when she struck. She must’ve picked up on my fascination for abduction fantasies (both as the abductor and as the abductee), because she came prepared. I don’t know exactly where she hid, but all of a sudden she was behind me, locking her left arm around my neck, and using one of the martial arts throws (that I’d showed her!) and putting me on the floor. She’s got naturally strong hands anyway, and she’d also picked up on my trick of using latex gloves to improve one’s grip, ‘cause she was wearing some. She’d also come prepared for a full-blown event, because the next (and last) thing I remember was a moist, funny-smelling cloth going over my mouth and nose, and then everything went dark....
I woke up, and realized immediately that I was no longer in control of things. Things like that are pretty obvious, especially when you’re naked. And bound. And man-oh-man had she gone all out this time! I was very firmly secured to my free-weight equipment, part of which is a large steel frame, much like a door frame. Leather cuffs adorned my ankles which were tightly tied to opposite upright posts holding my legs wide open, and additional straps had been fastened around my thighs, upper arms, and my wrists. All of these were very securely fastened to the frame with the same white rope used at my ankles, effectively keeping me in a spider web-type of spread-eagle, with all my extremities stretched and taut. To make matters worse (or better!) she’d gone into my toy bag and found the leather body harness that was now snugly strapped around my torso. She’d elected to use the double crotch straps that passed on ether side of the balls, and up the crack of my ass and then connect to the waist belt as a snug, pseudo-chastity belt. Ordinarily I would’ve felt some degree of relief, but the cage-style cock-and-ball harness and cage she’d locked on me more than made up for any perceived freedom. A thick posture collar had been strapped around my neck, and I found myself drooling around a red rubber ball held in my mouth by it’s attached harness - a harness that had a strap to pull the ball deep into the mouth, with two straps running from each side of the mouth to a ring in the middle of the forehead, connected to a strap that ran over the top of the head to connect with the first strap at the back of the head. All communication ceased when the final strap under the chin was pulled tight, as she had on mine. I was naked, helpless, gagged, and completely at the mercy of my captor. My keeper. My lover. My Mistress.
Which is where I am now, as she comes back into the room to inspect her prize. She is a Goddess in black leather. Thigh-high leather boots, elbow length leather opera gloves, leather garter belt, black mesh stockings just peeking out above the tops of the boots, leather thong panties, and a boned leather bustier that adds to her already delicious cleavage (she always thinks her breasts are too small, but I don’t think so!). Her hips swayed seductively as she slowly walked around my helpless body, running her crimson-painted fingernails over my exposed flesh, making me squirm in my bonds and send chills of pleasure/fear down my spine. She’d always threatened that if we were ever in a position where she could act upon her fantasies, I be in for a wild, wild ride, the likes of which my imagination couldn’t grasp. As she passed behind me, her fingernails traced patterns over my ass, and under to my crotch, where she took a moment to fondle and gently squeeze my imprisoned balls. I tried to enhance the sensation by pushing my caged cock against her hand, but she just chuckled and pulled her hand away. My cock throbbed in it’s prison, and my hips bucked in a vain attempt to shift the harness enough to let my dick grow out to where it should be, instead of being held back by the steel cage that imprisoned it, the cage that only she could unlock. The situation was painfully obvious - my cock and body were hers to do with as she wished, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could say or do about it.
She finished her pass behind me, stood in front of me and took my swollen, caged organ in her hand and hefted it like she was weighing it in her mind, determining its merits. The movement caused me to again try to hump her hand, but she pulled he hand away, clucked her tongue, and wagged her finger at me. She had this look in her eyes that made my insides turn to Jell-O, a look that spoke of hunger, desire, and power, and I knew I was I for one hell of a ride. Especially when she plugged in the vibrator and began running it over her body! She looked at me with that teasing/hungry look, licked her lips, and began running the vibrator over her leather covered crotch with her right hand. Her left hand snaked over her ass to grasp the waistband of her panties and pull the leather thong tight, increasing the tension on her moistening pussy. Her breathing picked up and you could see the arousal she was feeling grow to new levels. The vibrator left her crotch and traveled up until it was running over her hardened nipples, which she rolled between the thumb and forefinger of her free hand as the vibrator traced circles around the exposed areolas. Then the buzzing device plunged south again to rub vigorously against her leather-covered snatch. As the vibrator began moving faster and faster, using one hand she pushed the panties down past her knees and off her legs, grabbed a chair, placed it in front of where I hung, helpless, and sat down with her legs open wide so I could see the wet, pink lips of her sex as she ran smooth head of the vibrator over herself, showing me what I could have if my cock wasn’t locked away. Speaking of my cock, it was rock hard in its leather and steel prison, turning a dark shade of purple as I pulled against the harness and the bonds that hold me. The minx! She’s going to make me watch as she makes herself come! My arousal hit a new high, as evidenced by the frustrated, and ball muffled moan that escaped my throat, and the straining muscles in my body as I pulled against my restraints. My hips humped and bucked in their restraints as I instinctively tried to join with her, to fill her with my engorged cock, a cock that in this case was not mine to control. She looked at me, licked her lips, and smiled. A smile of lust, and of teasing. A smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing, and what it was doing to me, and that there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it until she decided if I would have that privilege.
The knowledge seemed to give new energy to her arousal, because she suddenly tensed and closed her eyes in pleasure. Her free hand pinched and pulled on her hardened nipples, and her abdomen expanded and contracted as her breathing became more labored. Her head rolled back and cries and gasps of ecstasy escaped from her throat, and she began bucking in the chair, the vibrator sliding over her snatch rapidly, buzzing her into the beginnings of an orgasm. All at once she became stiff as a board, her legs locking out, her head snapping up as a low moan and then a passion-filled cry escaped her lips as she locked eyes with me and let the waves of pleasure crash over her again and again, as her body bucked and trembled with the release. Then she slowly slumped and slid to the floor at my feet, and still breathing hard, looked up at me, kissed the head of my imprisoned cock, and smiled that smile again. She stood up.
“Remember when I told you that paybacks were a bitch, and that the checks your mouth was writing would have to be cashed sometime?” I nodded, uncertain. “Well, the bank is now open,” she said pulling cat-o-nine-tails and a set of nipple clamps out of our toy bag and giving my taut ass a slap, “and payday is here......”