I was tied to the coffee table with a magic wand tied to my clit [MF]

–Feel free to skip to the break further down, if you want to get right to the juicy stuff—

The contest theme this month is like a dream come true for me. I feel a bit like a kid in a candy store – I have so many stories I could write about, where to even begin? I’m switch, so do I choose a story where I’m subbing or domming? I’ve been going to fetish events for a while now, and before lockdown even tied my partner up and spanked him with a beach ball bat with an audience. I’m really into shibari (Japanese rope bondage) as well as exhibitionism and lots more.

Finally, I settled on this story: The time my partner, “Andrew”, tied me to the coffee table, tied a magic wand to my clit, and timed me. Luckily, there’s photographic evidence of this encounter which I have linked throughout.

To set the scene, this was at the beginning of lockdown – I moved into my partner’s place for lockdown; it was a rainy day, and we wanted to have some fun. I’ve been with my partner for a year and a half or so. We’ve been poly since the beginning and enjoy having fun with others too.

I’m petite with long blonde hair, a slim figure and curves. Check out the photos on my profile if you want to know more. Andrew is slightly taller than average, with a fit body and dark hair. I think he’s really hot… We’re both switch and have quite a few overlapping kinks.

For the story I’m writing about today, we discussed the scene in advance – it was a fantasy of mine – and, to be boring and safety-conscious for a minute, we have agreed safe words and safety scissors were on hand at all times.

This was going to be a long-haul scene, so comfort was important. We had something similar before and it got too cold and uncomfortable for me to last very long, so we came prepared this time. We pulled the coffee table into the middle of the living room and placed a comfy blanket (my special waterproof squirt blanket!) on top. I got comfortable on the table, while Andrew got our rope from the bedroom, along with the toys and other things we needed.

—- Juicy stuff starts here! —-

Naked, I lay on my back on the coffee table and Andrew set to work. He tied a single column tie around each leg, and then passed the rope to my wrists, tying my left wrist to my left leg and my right wrist to my right leg, with a few inches of rope between them for leeway. I was by no means immobilised. I could move my hands a few inches in either direction, maybe brush my nipple with the back of my hand. My legs we spread open and up in the air, and I could lift them further up if I wanted (as I discovered later when I very much wanted to).

Lying on my back on the table, I had a very limited view of what was happening in the room – I could see the ceiling and if I tried really hard I could see some movement, but I really had no idea what was coming next. It was really arousing to hear someone taking things out of boxes and packaging and quietly humming and talking to himself as he prepared everything. I was getting really wet, exposed like that with my legs spread. Every now and then, Andrew would stop what he was doing and gently touch my clit or trail a finger down the opening of my cunt, feeling how wet I was. If you’ve read any of my other stories, you’ll know how ridiculously sensitive I am, so every slight touch made me moan.

With everything apparently prepared, Andrew turned his attention to me. He started playing with my clit, gently at first and then harder and faster as I started to moan. As I reached an orgasm, he stopped. I felt him move away from me and then saw him appear in my line of vision, standing over me at the top of the coffee table, a dildo in his hand.

“Open wide,” he commanded. I readily did so, and the dildo was pushed gently into my open mouth, al lthe way in. I gagged a little as it hit the back of my throat. He fucked my face with the dildo briefly before disappearing to the other end of the table again. I felt the dildo, wet with my saliva, enter my already wet cunt. I moaned with pleasure; it felt so good to be filled up like that.

Slowly fucking me with the dildo, he continued to finger my clit, circling it, flicking it up and down, getting faster and harder and then – stopping, seconds before I reached an orgasm. Every time I would sigh or whimper with frustration, just wanting to be allowed to cum.

“Everything okay?” he would ask, feigning innocence. To begin with, I would say that yes, everything was fine. The longer it went on, though, the more desperately I needed to orgasm, and I started to beg, “please? Please can I cum?”

This teasing went on for a while, and then I felt something hard push up against my clit.

“You can cum now”, I was told, right as the familiar buzz of my vibrator pulsed against my clit, dragging towards a deep, hard orgasm. It happened so fast I was left gasping on the coffee table. Then the vibrator was removed. Andrew left the dildo deep inside me but stopped touching it or me.

“Hmm, now how can I…” He muttered to himself. Then I heard a strange noise – like plastic or tape – and felt a cold, almost wet feeling around my hips and thighs. I rolled my head to one side and could see that Andrew had some bondage tape. He was wrapping it tightly around my upper thighs and hips. He paused, removed the dildo from my cunt (making me moan as he did) and once again I felt something cold and hard against my clit – this time something heavier and more substantial. I craned my neck to see a magic wand being secured to me with the bondage tape. It took him a few minutes to secure it, so the wand was against my clit wasn’t going anywhere.

Andrew commanded to move, and I swung my legs from side to side and wiggled my hips. The wand moved with me, the head of it remaining on my clit.

“Perfect,” he said, satisfied.

He moved back up the top of the coffee table and kissed me briefly, making sure I was comfortable, and then showed me a timer.

“How long do you think you can last?” He asked. “Ten minutes? 15? 20?”

My eyes widened. 20 minutes with a magic wand against my clit? There was no way I could handle that.

He saw the look on my face and acquiesced. “Let’s start with ten.”

He twisted the dial on the timer to ten and placed it on the table, facing away from me. I would have no idea if it had been on for two minutes or was nearly over.

He turned the magic wand on at the lowest setting, and then sat down on the sofa to watch.

Of all my fetishes, exhibitionism is the biggest. All my other fetishes probably stem from exhibitionism in some way – I love shibari because I love being tied up in beautiful ways and objectified like that, with people watching. I like impact play if someone is watching me moan and whimper. I like threesomes and group sex because, guess what, there’s more people to watch. Going to a fetish club, wearing very little, is so hot. Sharing stories and photos on Reddit is a huge turn on for me. I just love the feeling of being watched.

I don’t know how many times I orgasmed while he sat on the sofa and watched. The low setting of the wand was actually manageable for me, so wasn’t too overwhelming. It was, however, unrelenting. It would buzz on at the same speed regardless of how sensitive I was, whether I was cumming or not. An orgasm would build within me, and then I would start quivering and shaking as I came, inadvertently moving the wand against my clit, making me cum even harder. And then, once the orgasm was over, the wand was still there, still buzzing, and another orgasm would build even faster than the first.

By the time the timer went, however, I wanted something more. The lowest setting wasn’t strong enough for me.

Andrew got up from the sofa and turned the wand off. His hand strayed to my crotch, working its way around the bondage tape to feel how wet I was. He looked down at me and kissed me firmly.

“See, that wasn’t too hard, was it? We’ll take a short break and then try 20 minutes”

The “short break” was about five minutes of him playing with my nipples and caressing my body, kissing me and pulling on my ponytail. By the time the break was over, I just wanted to orgasm.

This time, he put the wand on a much higher setting and stayed with me. The higher setting felt so good, and I was orgasming really hard and regularly with the wand. Meanwhile, Andrew continued to play with my nipples, stimulating me even more.

Before I knew it, it was break time again. Andrew fed me some water from a bottle, made sure my circulation was managing with the ropes and checked in with me in general. A few minutes later, it was time for round three.

Andrew once again showed me the timer – set, this time, for 25 minutes. The previous two had been manageable, so I thought I could handle this.

Boy was I wrong.

Andrew put the wand onto the highest setting, and immediately I started cumming. I saw him walking around the living room and it became quickly apparent he was taking [photos](https://imgur.com/a/GKhS0lB). I was squirming all over the place – I would find a spot where the wand felt great against my clit, and try to stay in that position, but it became too much so quickly and I’d have to find another position. While I was cumming it felt so good, and I would wrap my thighs tight around the head of the wand, sticking my legs up into the air to push the wand tightly onto my clit… and the second I had orgasmed it felt so strong and I wanted it off, and would drop my legs back down and try to find a different position… until I started orgasming again.

I must have orgasmed a dozen times within the first few minutes of this round, each one stronger than the last. I was getting pretty loud, moaning and swearing as I came. The next orgasm was really strong – so strong, in fact, that I [squirted](https://imgur.com/a/Hl7X6Sh)hard. The wand kept on stimulating me through the orgasm and beyond, making me [squirt more and harder](https://imgur.com/a/brYW27O)until there was a [puddle](https://imgur.com/a/sNlYezw)on the blanket underneath me. Andrew simply carried on taking photos – trying to get different [angles](https://imgur.com/a/eSHRlGe)of me squirting and cumming.

Once I was done squirting, though, that was me. Once I reach a peak of orgasming, my body just shuts down and any stimulation is too much. Usually, when I reach this peak, I can push away the hand or mouth or toy that’s playing with me and get a break from it.

Not this time. The wand was securely tied to me and wasn’t going anywhere. So, I got to experience what happens if I get pushed past the peak: hysterical laughter.

Unfortunately, my face is in the video of this, but there is a video of me, tied to the table, laughing maniacally and trying to beg for Andrew to stop.

“Pl- please!” I gasped out.

“Sorry, what do you want? Shh, the neighbours will hear,” replied Andrew, all innocence again.

“Please m- make -make it s- s- s- stop!” I managed.

“Ohhh, you want me to turn the wand off,” asked Andrew, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Yes!”

Thankfully, he did, and carried me through to the bedroom, leaving a puddle and a pile of sex toys to be cleaned up the next day.

Of the final 25 minutes, [I lasted 11](https://imgur.com/a/DZEYvvi)until I was laughing hysterically and disturbing the neighbours!

I definitely made it up to him later, once I could handle being touched again!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i3me8o/i_was_tied_to_the_coffee_table_with_a_magic_wand