A gag was in his mouth, rubbery and tight. He could taste the rubber.
She had put a blindfold over his eyes, a cloth that he could see nothing through. She had led him on all fours, nude, to a spot in the room. Clasps went over his ankles, cold, and two more, soft and padded, at his knees. A bar bolted to the ground kept him from closing his legs, or opening them wider, and kept him still. She had gently put his hands through padded cuffs and raised them above his head, attaching a rope to the ceiling. He had went to straighten, to sit back on his legs, but she had held him in place.
A moment later, a bar was placed on his back, keeping him in a dog-like position, his hands keeping him from dropping and the bar keeping him from rising. He was immobile, halted.
She had laughed, a tinkling chuckled, and nibbled his ear, then. She had given him medicine, as she had done for a while now, that kept his penis erect and hard for hours, but the nibble had sent even more blood to it. With a nip, she walked away, and come back a moment later. “I think we’ll try something less involved, tonight.”
He shuddered in anticipation.
She reached under and tweaked his nipples, playing with the rings she had put there. Then, she placed something on one, and he felt tape being smoothed down over his pectoral. Then, the other one, the same feeling. He heard a click, and grunted as they started vibrating, jingling merrily against the rings.
Fingers traced down his tight stomach and stopped at his navel. He grunted again as another was placed over his navel, and it too started to vibrate, sending jolts into his groin.
A firm hand grasped his shaft, and he jumped ever so slightly. She chuckled at that, and placed a vibrator on the underside of his glans, wrapping tape to keep it in place. Then two more, on either side of the head, both securely placed. He waited for them to be switched on, but she continued.
She placed one on his perineum, taping it securely also. She laughed and gave his ass a gentle slap. “So lean, hairless and cute! Just the way I like it.” He grunted again as he felt her tongue flick over his hole, once, twice, and then she pulled away.
A vibrator was placed at the entrance, lubed and building pressure. “Easy,” she said, and a stab of pleasure went through him. He could feel the wire trail out, and she taped the controller end to his leg. Then another followed, and another, and another. Five vibrators in total snaked their way into his body, so deep he thought he could feel them in his stomach, nestled next to the vibrator on his navel.
“And now, the last thing,” she said. Another pressure on his hole, and then something else forced its way in. But it didn’t stop, it kept coming, wider and wider, until his hole closed over the widest part. He could feel the probe settled firmly against his prostate, the mere pressure making pre-cum leak from his dick.
She flicked it on, and he moaned as the buzzing sent his prostate afire with pleasure. “I’m going to leave you here, for hours. And there’s nothing you can do about it, leave you just like this, maybe forever.” She paused, and chuckled again. “Well, no. Not like that, like this.” The vibrators connected to his dick and perineum, and placed deep inside him, all fired up at once.
It felt like he would rattle apart, a harsh and delightful buzz as every nerve was set aflame. Immediately he was driven over the edge and his dick jumped as ropes of cum arced out, some splashing against his chest, most of it splashing to the floor. He heard her kneel next to him, and she whispered, “You’ll clean that up. And the rest. I’ll be back soon.”
For the next few hours, or days, or years, he couldn’t tell as he lost track of time, he sat there, vibrations turning his will to putty and ripping orgasm after orgasm from his body. Over and over again cum roped from his dick, a larger and larger mess.
He knew she wasn’t actually gone. She would never leave him where something could go wrong, but the idea that she was watching him, helpless and small, filled him with almost as much pleasure as the vibrators.
Finally, so long after that cum had ceased to come out and his orgasms had turned to dry heavings and buckings of his restrained body, the vibrations stopped. He cast his head around, bleary and drunk on pleasure, to stop when she took his head in her hands. “You did well,” she whispered. She took off the blindfold, and he gazed up at her beautiful, scornfully loving face.
She moved off behind him, and he felt the pressure at his back disappear. He tried to straighten, but he was too exhausted, too drained. His muscles jumped and shivered as he hung from his hands.
The tape was ripped off his nipples and navel, his perineum, and the prostate massager removed. One by one the five vibrators followed; he felt oddly empty, hollow as a shell, when they were removed. The three vibrators on his still-hard, incredibly sensitive dick were left, and she ripped the tape off with one smooth motion. He whimpered and tears came to his eyes from the sudden barrage of sensation, but she knew that’s the way he liked it, quickly off.
She gently lowered the rope that held his cuffed hands up, and he sighed as the brutal strain was taken off his shoulder. She left him cuffed, however, but he placed his hands on the floor to stabilize himself. She lifted his head and removed the gag, his aching jaws finally relieved. Her gorgeous face was inches from his own, her sparkling eyes looking down, and her lips called to him. He lifted his head to press his against hers in a drunken motion.
The slap was not harsh, but it was not soft. “I told you, you will clean this up.”
He looked down at the ground were a large puddle of his own cum lay, and without hesitation knelt, his tongue lapping up his own fluids. It was not the first time he had tasted himself, and he was experienced at lapping up his own cum from the floor. But his body betrayed him as he lapped up the last droplets, and he collapsed into a spent heap. She was there, and her gentle hands held his head.
“Let me help.” Her tongue flicked gently over his chin and lips, expertly gathering his own cum, and she drew him into a deep kiss. His tongue mingled with her tongue and his own cum, a tender moment that could have lasted for all eternity. He could have drowned in her embrace, would have suffocated himself gladly for it to keep going.
But finally she drew away, and said with a tinkling laugh. “Well, you asked for it.” She placed her lips on his brow, then each earlobe, and finally a kiss on each eye. His eyes closed and stayed that way as she whispered into his ear how much she loved him, how much she pleased him, and how much he meant to her.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5lni6c/fm_restraints_bondage_vibrator_well_you_asked_for
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