F/m Butt Plug, Bondage,Spanking
She sat back and looked me over like she was trying to decide whether or not to buy me, a finger softly tapping her lower lip. “Let’s see,” she said at last, “I definitely want you gagged…and I feel like keeping you in the dark, too. Aren’t I nasty? So, I want you to go and bring back that wide elastic bandage and something to stuff your mouth with, and I do mean STUFF.”
I hurried to do as she desired, apprehensive about what might be in store for me, but wanting it, too. I got the bandage and a large, spongy rubber ball that I knew from experience to be a suitable mouthful. When I returned, she bade me kneel in front of her.
“Now, darling, I want to watch while you gag yourself and wrap your face for me.” She smiled and let me look into her eyes as I stuffed the ball into my mouth and wound the bandage over it; with a small sigh, I brought the bandage over my eyes and went on wrapping until my head was snugly cocooned, only the end of my nose uncovered. The ball felt huge in my mouth, but I couldn’t move it.
“Yes, lovely,” I heard her purr. “Now I want you to strip for me.”
I did so, somewhat clumsily, since I couldn’t see and, by her decree, had to stay on my knees throughout the process. But I managed, and soon knelt naked before her, hands clasped behind me.
She let me stay that way for awhile, until I started trying to subtly shift the weight on my knees. Suddenly, she grabbed my wrists and bound them quickly, then wound the ropes up my arms, pulling my elbows almost all the way together. I moaned as she took up any slack and yanked the knots tight. I was now quite helpless, and she emphasized the point by forcing my face to the floor and giving me a sound spanking, raining blows on my bare ass until I was glad for the wrapping over my face, since it allowed me to disguise my sobs as gasps and grunts. I was quivering by the time she stopped.
“Whatcha think, baby?” she taunted. “Are you having fun?”
I groaned in the affirmative, half lost in relief that the spanking was over, half expecting her to resume.
“Good boy. I’m glad, because there’s more I want to do with you tonight.”
I whined into the gag and shivered as I felt her fingers and the cool smoothness of some kind of lubricant between my buttocks. I tried to moan a protest at the feel of the tip of the plug against my anus, but all I could do was babble unintelligibly and try not to fight it as she eased it slowly inside me. When it was all the way in, she lashed it in place with a tight crotchrope and gave my burning ass a few more smacks. She let me appreciate my situation for a few minutes before intensifying it by binding my arms against my body, winding ropes tight around my torso from shoulders to waist.
“Now,” she said, fastening a collar around my neck, I heard the snap of the leash, “let’s go for a walk.” She led me around, on my knees and struggling to keep my balance, quite delectably helpless, disoriented by sightlessness and overwhelmed by the sensations of the plug, the gag and the persistent stinging from her spanking.
Yes, she was someone I would follow anywhere. I had no idea where we ended up, I only know I was grateful when she stopped. I was grateful, that is, until she pushed me down to the floor and bound my ankles and legs, finishing up with my feet pulled into a serious hogtie. Now there were no illusions of freedom. For a few minutes, I just lay there, afraid to try to move, whimpering softly, relishing the feel of the ropes digging into my flesh, holding me so tight.
I wanted to thank her, but the only way I could think of to express my gratitude was to give her a show, so I threw myself against my bonds, writhing and twisting what little I could, protesting loudly, though careful not to make any sounds she might interpret as genuine trouble signals. She complimented me on my efforts and encouraged me with light flicks from what I guessed to be a crop.
“Good boy,” she cooed, stroking my face through the elastic. “You look so good like that, I wonder if I’ll be able to bring myself to untie you. But we don’t have to concern ourselves with that just yet, do we? I feel a story coming on, and then we’ll see.”
She stopped and left me alone for awhile. I could hear her moving around, and I could only wonder what else she had in mind and how long she might keep me like this. I heard her settle into her chair and the whine of the computer fan, soon followed by the rapid clicks of her fingers on the keys.
I strained against the ropes, trying to find the least uncomfortable position for my distressed body, listening as she typed and talked to herself, pleased that she was finding me so inspirational. I tried to relax, to concentrate on taking slow, calm breaths, to not wonder about the future, to simply ride the sensations flooding my body from my bonds, the plug, the gag, the elastic squeezing my face. Even so, I struggled, squirming and sighing with every breath, often moaning or groaning aloud, just because I could. As acceptance of my helplessness took over, so did a sense of freedom.
I could act however I wanted. I could babble like a maniac or cry like a baby, flop and writhe on the floor, let go of every inhibition and trace of social niceties. I was naked and helpless and among friends. I let myself go…
Sometime later, I became aware of her fingers behind my head and a sudden release of the pressure on my head and face. I sighed loudly as she drew the bandage away and pulled the soggy ball out of my mouth a glorious, numbing wave of relief rushed through me. Her lips brushed mine, and then her nipple was at my mouth. I kissed, licked and sucked mindlessly, wanting only to show her how much I loved her, relishing her warm softness and the futile desire to hold her. “Let me make you come,” I murmured.
“Yes,” she said, rolling me onto my back, “you do that…”
Originally posted 2014-06-08 20:03:51.