The door bell rings. Your fingers are helplessy messaging your clitoris, the twine bumping down and over and around. You’ve never felt something so good. The door bell rings again, than four sharp knocks. You know the raps. Shit! You pull your shirt back down. Feeling the sweat soak into your bra and shirt. You manage to pull your finger away and fix your skirt.
The twine is still attached to your finger as you open the front door. Shara is standing at the door. Your hearts swells. You haven’t seen each other in months. Oh. To see Shara. You invite her in stepping on your words and moving forward to greet her.
As you both hug you smell her, your vagina gushes. You feel like your feeling something moving between each of you. Some transference of energy moved between the both of you. A moving wave of completeness flowing through your bodies. You feel her arm wrap around your waist, fingers on the small of your back. If you stay in the hug any longer the wetness your feeling will start running down your legs. But you can’t pull away. The warmth you feel in that embrace, the fingers you feel slip just a little.
Shara breaks the embrace. Your grateful but the lose is allready hurting you. You show her into the living room allowing her to pick her own seat and promptly ask if she wants you to take her coat. How rude of you to forget. Shara begins to pull her arm out when you slid in behind to assist. Your taken back as you see her come out from behind the wool overcoat she’s wearing, you follow her down with your eyes. Taking in every curve unseen but seen, from the straw coloured hair down to the black heels. The dress is black. Basic. Small white dots inbraze the material. As Shara turns your caught off guard by the stunning cleavage hidden below the five buttons in the front. But your not sure if its you or are her nipples hard? You see the dots line up with her erect nipples, causing a 3-D effect because of the white dots on her dress.
She sits down crossing her legs across from where your standing. Your having a hard time looking anywhere but her beautiful legs. Look at her eyes you hear yourself say. In the travel space between Shara’s legs and eyes were her breasts. You stop. You can’t help it. Those breasts. And than you feel it. That drip that you think you feel on your thigh. You so hope. You ask Shara if theres anything she would like to drink, than excuse yourself.
Your trip to the kitchen involved a quick stop at the bathroom. You step inside thumbing the lock as your hand slids off the door knob. Your skirt is up again as your turning into the small room. To the left was your toilet, to the right the sink. Ceiling to floor mirrors. Ceiling and floor were mirrored giving every angle repeated into infinity through the reflections in the mirrors.
You see the grool stuck to your thigh. You reach down with the twine wrapped finger. Oh. It feels so good. Your finger running your clit again. Your holding up your skirt with your arm. Your tits are out again. Nipples hard. Your able to hold your skirt and pinch your nipples. Pulling your nipples. Twisting your right than left nip. Hard. Vaginal juices running now. Finger moving around, pressure building. Building.
The door handle moved just the slightest. Just a little longer. You don’t notice that the handle turned all the way over. The door is fully open when you see Shara behind you. Her head is turned toward the kitchen. You hear her, ” is this the restroom?” You drop your arms just as her head turns hearing the sound of your dress and shirt dropping back down. “Right here, open” you hear yourself say as you turn to face her. Her eyes are lovely. But in the second your standing in front of her you see her eyes drop down. Is Shara looking at my tits you hear yourself say internally. You brush past her on your way back to the kitchen. “What did you want to drink Shara, I forgot” you hear yourself say outloud. Just another reason to stand at the door and look at the mirrors above and below.
“Do you have the fixens for a Moscow Mule” she replies.
You say yes and walk away towards the kitchen.
You hear the door shut. Oh god. Your almost to a panic. You feel the grool building again. Your lips are closed, you hope. You reach for a piece of paper towel to wipe yourself down with when you hear the lock open to the restroom. Damn. You put the towel down and reaching up to open the glass cabinet realize the twine is stilled wrapped around your finger. Ohhhhh. Unsatisfied you untwist the string from your finger. Your sweats begin to subside. As you lay the string down on the counter top tk wash your hands Shara walks in. Your pussy begins to quite down. Still. You begin looking for the twine as Shara steps between you and it. She’s walking toward it. Her smooth index finger points toward the wall as she runs that over the twine. You notice shes drawn to it. Like she walks behind you knowing it had been there. Feeling it. You’re convinced you both sense it.
And than as your reaching into the freezer for ice you see her. She’s wrapping the string around her bowling fingers. Middle and ring tied togher with twine. You feel your vagina flood looking at those two slinder fingers tied togher. To feel the twine again. From Shara.
Author: VictorianEraCastle
The Gift [F]
It came in the mail. Wrapped in brown shipping paper. Tied with string, brown twine, the good stuff. No return address, no return sender. It’s that time of the year for packages. But who ships that way? Brown paper. String.
Its not very large, not very heavy, doesn’t stink, and doesn’t rattle. Your stumped as to why this package is here. Looks like somebody took the time to wrap it nice and, you don’t recognize the hand writing, very bold and straight.
You finally look at it one more time, still perplexed, and give it a frisby throw under the tree. You’ll wait till it’s opening day. Chocolate wouldn’t go bad. Might melt a little, but wouldn’t spoil.
Three days have passed. Tomorrow morning you’re going to see who sent you this box. No hints from anybody at work, nothing, social media, nothing. It’s too much. You keep telling yourself tomorrow, just a little longer. But you can’t wait. You walk over picking it up as you walk and began tearing the paper. Just a box. A nice, almost slick brown. Pleather? You examine the box closer as you walk to the drawer for scissors to cut the twine.
The Stand [F] [bd]
You’ve noticed this humming in your ears. At first you thought it was the sounds of the wand, to go with your aftershocks.
But it wasn’t. You’ve been here, how long? You know hours. You’ve emptied your bladder twice at least. Your grool has subsided. Your inner thighs were soaked. Sticky. Moist. Your labia have returned to a more relaxed state. Stuck together. You physically feel pretty good after some rest.
The noise you hear is your own hearing. Straining to hear anything. Nothing. Your looking around the room, anything, anything.
Than the noise changes with your ears than your eyes see a foot. Than 2, than four. Both wearing black boots and pants.
You roll up into a submissive doggy style. Head hanging low. Your hair spilling down across your face. Tits hanging like fruit for the plucking. Ass held high.
The lid is opened. Nothing is said about your mess. Two things happen when the lid is lifted. A blindfold is put over your eyes, and ear muffs over your ears. Suddenly everything went from normal to black, sound to nothing but that humming sound.
Your helped up. Big meaty hands help you to stand, it hurts. Cramped posistion. When you regain your balance and get a little stretch your stopped. Your made to squat down where you stopped. Your right and left wrists are grabbed simultaneously and held against some hard surface. You feel something on top. What touched me?
Your mind begins to wonder what are they doing to me now?
You feel the hands come off. You move your arms. You can go now where. You try and move your feet, but they don’t move either. A hand grabs your cheeks and squeezes them togher. In response you open your mouth.
Your head is slightly tipped forward and you feel something, metallic, hard, touching the tops of your bottom teeth. A hand pushes your head forward and up causing the bottom clamp to grip your lower jaw. Securing it in its upmost open posistion. Another set grab your uppers and your mouth is locked into its full open position.
You feel vibrations through the balls of your feet that your holding yourself up with. Sometimes it so close you feel it on your skin.
You begin to feel at your pussy and asshole. Fingers, lube, and your beginning to get wet again. You can’t see, can’t hear, cuffed to something by both arms, naked, squatting being felt up by two men. The fingers in your vagina stop. Your lubed. That little rub on your pussy and clit made you warm again. The finger in your ass was removed. Your sphincter clinging around that large finger. The 5 full finger fucks he gave your ass make you want more.
You think its his finger again but its cold. Oh, and rises up ,oh, snug, you feel your asshole being pulled up. Your starting to rise with the upward pull. Your ass is being pulled up and away from your pussy, but your heads stuck. Oh sit pretty. Your arch is now uncomfortable. It takes ever bit of control to stay this way. Then something begins to wrap around your throat. Not tight, but you know something is there. You losen your posture to adjust your posistion and instantly the rope gets a little to tight.
You’ve been distracted by whats been happening. You didn’t feel anything there till it was switched on. The wand already fired is pushed into your clit. The vibrations are strong. So strong. You feel your lips spreading themselves on there own. Grool beginning to build. Thick. Butterfly wings flapping with the vibrations.
The cock punches your throat. Again and again. You can’t move anything but your tongue. You push it out of your mouth. You feel the metal holding your jaw open. You feel the cock pounding you. Its V shaped underbelly sometimes running the full lenght, sometimes not touching it before slamming into the back of your throat.
Your lost between cumming.
Sometimes hands on your head to hold you steady. The pounding these cocks are giving you. You relax for a second and feel the rope tighten around your neck. You learn to momentarily choke yourself to better except the cock down your throat. Instead of banging against the back it slid just enough for the head to touch her throat where it needed to. That place where the noises come from. The vibration spot. Feels so good. Cumming. But you can only do it for short periods before the need to breath wells up and the pain in your ass returns. Pulling more than comfortable, you feel when you arch your back to except the cock that it moves just ever slightly. And it too feels good. You learn a pace. Cumming.
Theres a pause. The vibrator keeps messaging your clitoris, oh, cumming, cumming again. It doesn’t stop. More cumming. You feel like you’ve squirted already, and feel another building.
You want to throw your head back and scream. Cumming.
You can’t. Just air comes out and cock goes in. You lost track of which cock is which. You can’t even taste it. Just drool and be fucked. Cumming.
The cocks stop coming in and out. Your still. Cumming. And then its off. All your can do is breath. Cumming. You don’t feel the withdrawal of the Hitachi so much felt its withdrawal. Cumming.
X-Plus [bd] [ Fsub]
I forgot how long I’d been here. I’ve eaten, drank, and slept a little. At least this place, dungeon, is warm. I’ve been naked the whole time. Everything hurts. Gym. Shit.
I had to go. I was scared. Would I get punished. But I had to. Air inside me had to expell. For whatever reason being on my knees with my weight on my elbows releived the back pain from standing for so long.
My pussy was a mess. Through my meal I could feel numbness. I was still having little after effects from the wand. My pussy was gaped! Oh, so fucking gaped. Grooling everywhere. Could not stop. Fuck my mind screamed. Fuuucck! Stop already. Fuck!
I managed to fall asleep still having quakes. The colours my body was painting within itself. All radiating from your core, the start of your trunk, spreading down to your legs and up through your breasts and finally into your blood deprived arms.
Your nipples. You don’t dare look to look to closely. The clamps were tight. Their not bleeding, but they fucking should. Fuck! Two fucking balls of fire attached to each fucking tit. Blowing on them to put out the fire only makes it worse. Maybe some water would help. I dipped my right nipple into the water bowl they had given me. That neither helped nor hurt. So I did my left. I drank some more water and thats when it hit home.
There was no place to go, no bucket, you can’t move far. There’s no where to move to. Just enough room to dip your breasts in the water. You hold on as long as you can.
You’ve been rocking your hips as much as you can in this small pen. Laying down or doggy style your gonna piss.
I started to roll over onto my side. But wasn’t really sure what was going to happen if they didn’t come soon. You’re holding it as long as you can. You’ve cried out for help, that you need to use it. No answer’s, no reply’s. Seems like forever. You quit calling. Just listening to the noise of yourself breathing. Still having a gaped pussy dripping your juices from earlier.
And than you begin to realize no matter how much you hold back it’s coming. So don’t feel it at first. More hearing. That narrow I can hold it stream. Quick. Piss. Piss. And you think you’ve got it and can almost hold it when you feel that push against your asshole.
I’m trying. So hard. No.Fuck.No.Fuck. But your body wins. You back up as far as possible. Your feet up to mid shin sticking out the bars of your pen. Your ass pushed against the bars too. Your ass and pussy spread open, the metal holding them open. Gaped pussy, dripping grool down over your erect clitoris. Clitoris swollen, red, throbbing, pulsating. The beginning of your fire.
Lunch Time [Fsub] [mast]
He climbs into the car for lunch. Your there. Waiting.
I was here 10 min ago looking for you. Waiting. I had been antsy all day. Rushing to do this, running to do that. To get everything ready. Perfect.
You wore your skirt to work today. Professional. Nice button up front shirt. Little cleavage. Until you pop a botton. Breathing room.
You bought a new pair of panties. Just for the occasion.
Black. Split crotch. Pearls run the center. A string of pearls. When you pulled them out of the package you were surprised. How comfortable could these really be? Pearls.
But you put them on today. He told you to. Daddy.
But you also put on a second normal set overtop. Keep everything in a nice neat package.
You took the second pair off 10 min ago. Your soaked. Been soaked. Every bumb of the road sends shooks through your clitoris. The constant rubbing. Little dry at first. But the juices were flowing by the time you arrived at eork. That second set came in real handy.
So you begin to eat lunch. Chit chat. Your eating. Its lunch time. Lunch time is almost over and nothing about the panties is brought up or talked about.
As soon as his car pulls away you skirts up. You’re fingers are sloshing in and out of your soaked pussy. You so wanted him to ask about the panties. To know. But he knew. Little bit hyper. Just quick. Like the orgasmic flashes on your eyes. Closed to the outside world. Being seen in your minds eye. Seeing the face of your Sir. To await his commands. His wishes.
He knows that your lunch time masterbation only makes you want more. You go back to work. You put the second pair back on. Cotton panel helps with the grool.
You tell yourself no walking around when you get back.
X-1 [F] [bd]
Your still tied. Your hands are pins and needles. Your legs are allowed to rest just a second before your wrists began screaming.
A hooded figure in a mask steps forward and releases your mouth. He puts his finger to your mouth. Sh.
He undoes your wrists and gives you some water. From the look of the bucket your a little dehydrated. No pee. But a string between you and the liquid inside. You still haven’t recovered from the rabbit.
The man in the mask walks over and pulls a pin in the X.
It drops in half. Your exposed skin damp from your experience. Your excited because this may take some pressure off your struggling legs. To be bent over the table. To feel your vagina explode again in waves of pleasure.
Than you saw the wand. And just knew you were getting your monies worth.
You were right. A little slot keeps it close to your clit.
You are indeed bent over. Your belly resting against the wood. Your gag is put back in. You’ve rehydrated enough. The wand is clicked on. Your instantly taken back yo your place of moans and cries. And thats when you feel the hands? And the short bounce of your ass?
X [F],[M], [bd], [Fsub]
Your blind folded. Your mouth is open, but you can do nothing. Drool. Thats what you’ve been doing. From your mouth and pussy.
Your arms are asleep, your legs feel like they’re nailed to the floor. The rope holding you to a piece of wood. You feel its fibers run your skin. Skin stretched tight. Almost a tickle, but more menacing. Some uncurrent sends shooks through you.
Your facing an elongated X. The cross bars moved up just below your chin. The boards weren’t very wide, you breasts fit outside the X.
For what seems like eternity you’ve been tied here. Mouth gag to quite your ejaculations. Drool covering the first 6 inches of wood under your chin.
Your pussy must have cum 5 times already. You can’t stop them anymore. They build and build, screaming does no good, but you try. Your throat hurts. You don’t know whats next.
There’s a rabbit pushed inside your vagina. Just a humin along. Held in place by a leather harmess. Just hold the bottom from falling away from its ears on your clit. The harness is stationary. Any wiggling you do doesn’t change it’s position. Little relief on your tip toes. But you can only do that so long. You must rest your legs. But that only causes your nipples undo anxiety. As you rise to escape the ears on your clit, your nipples being released from their stretch upwards, your body locked the grips of one after another. You’ve released what you could involuntarily, but it just doesn’t stop. One after another, you don’t know where you are, you don’t really care where you are. You think of nothing but the warmth. The vibrations.
And suddenly it stops. The vibrations are still clear in your ears. You feel something. Not really sure what it is.
“There’s a bucket under you. If you can or when you can, it’s there.”
And this time you hear the door open and close. And the sound of a key in a lock.
Administrative Assistant’s Day [F]
Your work area look’s the same everyday. Shuffled papers and such. Your phone never leaves your view. Only the brief times when your really working does it disappear from your view, and than, and only when it’s safe.
Always with your ear buds in quietly listening and working. What only you know is that your not listening to music, although it might be more akin to an audiobook.
You hit the wax before you enter the building, say your good morning’s and sit at your desk. Its a good desk, out of the way of things. Quite.
You get to work, and than.
That warm tingling begans at the base of your trunk. Did you put your plug in this morning?, your asshole has found that bumb, that bumb that puts just that extra amount of pressure on your plug. Gets it good and set. Just like you like it.
Your doing pretty good for the first hour or so. Depending on where your mind goes. Which hole first? Work or pleasure?
Work settles down a bit. Bathroom break. And thats when you realize your soaked. Sliding around on your chair. Not only does that bumb in your chair push your plug in just the right place, but your clit rubs in just the right way while pulling files from the bottom drawer. Lets your tits out of your bra as you lean forward grinding your pussy into your chair. Looking around the room, pulling your nipple while hanging in nothing but cloth netting.
You return after taking care of yourself. Really nice warm piss. Extra drollie from your morning.
You can handle this. You’ve hit the wax since getting in today, and things are going smooth, until lunch.
You’ve got time, nice day, go outside.
Half an hour later, lunch half eaten, your two fingers deep in your pussy when you realize your going to be late for work and haven’t cum yet. Fuck!
But your not finished yet, oh not at all.
Couple more wax hits. You got this.
You sit down at your desk in a hurry. 10 min. Think they noticed? Its ok. Just this once you remind yourself. Now lets doe this. The ear buds go in. The mind turns on. The sounds, the noises. Your mind is a carnival ride of lights and buzzers. Your pussy is a dribbling mess of want. You never finished from lunch. Mad dash out the door, remembering to grab your keys on the counter, your purse and coat thrown to the floor three feet from the front door, and your quietest and smallest vibrator kept in the night stand of your bed. Perfect spot for constant accessibility.
You now access smalls. Your leaning forward to view your monitor, you ever so discreetly slide smalls between your allready slowen and unsatisfied clit and the bumb of your chair. And there you sit. Enjoying the pleasure it gives you. You really really want more. But your breaking the rules. You can’t masterbate at work. But your a dirty girl. You love the hope of getting caught. Your fellow coworker walking up next to you. Touching you. Anywhere.
Would you take his cock in your mouth? If he would only let me. Would you pleasure yourself before him. Show him how good you be to him? To stroke your pussy for him would give you such pleasure. To know it makes daddy proud to see me cum. Oh.
Your clit it close to breaking. You’ve been semi rocking in your chair for what seems like forever. And than you notice the time. I’m pretty caught up for today. Know what has to be done tomorrow. You shut off smalls, his batteries almost exhausted. You begin to clean your area when it hits you. Hard. This urge to urinate. You have to go, now. You stand up. Shit. Total wrong move. Your chair has a wet mark, and to make matters worse, that quick stand up made you piss yourself a little. A little. You just twinkled enough that a few drops hit the seat as you were standing up. Fuck. Gotta go.
You speed walk through the office. Doors locked? You try it twice. You hear a rustle of t.p. No time. Unisex bathroom.
You get inside. Lock the door in a furry, pulling you pants down as you slid your ass on the cold seat. You try and let it out. Your pussy and clit are so swollen that your piss filled bladder won’t let go. You begin to spread your legs apart further, but you pants get in the way. Fuck it. You pull out one leg. You rest your back against the tank and legs spread out as far as possible, further up the seat you slide. You begin with just you muddle finger, but one turns to two as your finger tips begin the dance of the clit. Around and around they go. Clockwise,counterclockwise, figure eights, up and down. Sometime they disappear, a couple at a time. And than its there. You’ve been biting your lips and breathing heavy, but its there. And you release it. But you cry out. Not in pain but in fright. You should have known to check before you finished. You didn’t realize how far off the seat you’d slid. And when you finally satisfied your self enough you realized you made a hell of a mess. But you can get home early and finish for real.