I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, smirking as I saw the note I’d posted on the wall opposite to the entrance.
“All tied up in the livingroom. Come play with me <3”
I’ve been doing this for about last week now, leavingthe front door unlocked, locking all m valuables in a safe, then sleeping on the couch in my livingroom, all tied up and helpless. Still, the excitement that someone may come in is just as exhilarating as the last time. I found myself fantasising about it while I was brushing my teeth. Who might found me, what they might do to me, what they might make me do…
My brain of thought derailed as I poked the back of my that with the toothbrush, causing me to gag. It yanked me out of my fantasies, asunder sighed. Don’t judge me, it’s not like I actually would’ve wanted any of that to happen. That’s a very dangerous situation for me, despite my menacing physique. When you’re tied on your hands and knees, it basically doesn’t matter how strong you are. I rinsed the toothbrush, and headed into the livingroom, where my “bed” was waiting.
Normally, I’d turn off all the lights, strip down to my underwear and get to binding, but considering tonight was my one-week anniversary, I decided to treat myself to some extra thrills. With the livingroom lights on, and all curtains opened wide, I stripped slowly and sensually all the way down to my birthday suit. Immediately, I felt like I was being watched, and my reluctance to cover up drove me insane. I felt the cool wind of the open windows tickle my skin as goosebumps began to grow. First covering my tight ass, then up my powerful back, and across my perfectly sculpted abs. Down my muscular legs, up my big, perky boobs and down my defined biceps. The chill of the wind, and the risk that someone might see me like this made me insatiable horny, I wanted to stroke myself to a screaming orgasm right then and there. But I wanted to have to work for it. There was a Sybian on the dining table that I would only allow myself to set on the lowest setting, maximizing the time I needed to orgasm, and I had to ride it. I’d pushed the table up against the biggest window in my living room, so if I wanted to cum, I’d have to put on a massive show about it for anyone who would end up watching. I stared insatiable at the Sybian as I circled my chest with my fingernail. I wanted to ride it, I really did. But could I stomach the humiliation? Could I live with the consequences of practically doing a live porn show right here in my livingroom for all my neighbors to see? The thought both terrified and allured me as I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. I caressed the silicone pad. Drenched generously in lubes, it felt heavenly to the touch. I bit my lip as I made my decision, and climbed onto the machine.
As soon as I turned it on, a wave of adrenaline rushed over my whole body, beginning at my croch. I har to tie my arms in a box tue behind my back to keep from turning it higher. Sensations of arousal, humiliation and shock at my own shamelessness danced on and in my body as I leaned back and rocked my hips, riding the Sybian and breathing heavily, moaning as the vibrations worked me like a dream. I dared not look through the window, terrified that someone might see me, but that only intensified the situation. My heart ran a mile a minute. Sweating and convulsing uncontrollably, my body glistened in the light of my room. The risk of being watched made me want to just cum and get it over with, but the intense arousal of it made me want to stay doing this forever. My rode harder and harder as I reached the edge, then cried out when I came harder than I’d ever come before.
My whole body tended up as I was further stimulated and I found myself unable to dismount. My body was too tired. I suddenly heard a click as the Sybian was turned to max, and a blindfold was forced over my eyes before a rough pair of hands pushed me down on the machine. The overstimulation was torture and the fear of being so suddenly at the mercy of someone I can’t even identify was driving me insane. J begged and pleaded for mercy, but the grip on my shoulders only tightened. I wiggled and struggled desperately against the death grip, screaming as the overstimulation of the Sybian brought me to an orgasm so intense, it genuinely hurt. Then, I was finally pulled back, off of the infernal pleasure-turned-torture device, and onto the couch. But my surprise visitor wasn’t done with me.
He tied my legs in a frog tie, and despite my determination, I was to tired to fight him off. He mounted me, pressing down hard on my throat as he jackhammered me. Unable to breathe, I couldn’t even scream as he ravaged my pussy like a wild animal, slapping my cheek hard with every third hump. By the time he blasted inside me, I was broken and empty. He got off of my throat and I gasped for air and cried.
He ran his hand through my hair, and calmed me down. Then he leaned down to whisper in my ear.
Him: “You’re mine”
As much as I hate to admit it, he was right. He had turned me into a broken mess, ripe for the taking, and I had only myself to blame.
Me: “…Yes…”
He untied my legs, then my arms. Then he left me there as I blacked out…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/idxuyz/taming_the_beast_f_selfbondage_intense_spoiler