Sexually, I’ve been a bit off since Monday this week. The frustration after the play then resulted in nightmares that weren’t all that arousing, but rather just brutal. Also, my body took quite a beating Saturday already, and the chafes under my breasts from the tight cuffs there both Saturday and Monday still hurts and haven’t healed. My nipples are also more sensitive than usual after the attention they got, and normally that’s a bonus, but in the mood I am now, it’s actually more irritating. Still, another Thursday and another date with “Master Dice” was due. I can just hope he can come up with something that works at least somewhat with my present physical and mental state. In an attempt to help “him” some with it, I decided to add another little “bonus” to the routine from today.
Actually, “he” is not all that nice to me. Into my bag of tricks and treats goes the big dildo (178×51 mm latex) for my pussy, the only really enjoyable thing today, the huge anal cone (178×76 mm black TPE), the mean sisal rope (4 m, 8 mm sisal hemp) for tying my crotch up, blind cord (2 x 10 m, 1.4 mm polyester silk) for tying my breasts tight around their bases, perhaps not the best choice in their present condition, and alligator clamps (1 pair, cruel, jagged metal) for torturing my already over-sensitive nipples, the things I really fear the most of all the possible toys. I can just hope that the selection this afternoon will be a bit more humane. For the new “bonus”, I add two pairs of hinged police cuffs, and especially thinking about the huge anal intruder, I also add a new brand of lube that comes highly recommended.
“Master Dice’s” choice of clothing for me during the day is not quite the right one for my present mood neither, nor for any kind of decent work really. In another day and another mood, it could have been sluttily arousing though. I am to wear red polyester panties, which as usual may serve as mouth stuffing on my way home as well, black as clothing color, high heel platform sandals, a short skirt and a tied blouse, the latter having to be a dark gray, silky thing for lack of black, adding long, dark silky stockings as a choice of my own. Looking in the mirror, I still have to admit it looks rather sexy and even somewhat sophisticated, like you could imagine an upper class lady dressing down to seduce her servant. I can’t help but giggle a little at the thought. Using what little freedom of choice I have, I do a rather elaborate hair arrangement and spend a bit more effort than usual on the makeup, trying to fulfill the image, but somehow ending up with the impression of high-class hooker rather then slutty upper class. Oh well, if nothing else, my colleagues at work will have something to stare, roll their eyes and shrug at behind my back again.
On my way to work, with an open, short coat added to my outfit, I couldn’t help but noticing quite a few leers at my appearance, both male and female, and even if I guess I should have felt somewhat embarrassed, I couldn’t help but feeling a bit satisfied and in better mood from the success of my half forced, half intended provocation.
During the busy day, my worries about the possibility of the cruel alligator clamps on my already sensitive and still slightly sore nipples kept popping up, distracting, but also a bit arousing. I should say, “strangely arousing”, but with a life-long experience from how my body and mind works, it isn’t strange to me any longer. My mind also wandered to the new “bonus”, not being able to decide if it would be arousing or just daft and humiliating.
When I was done with work for the day, I as usual went to the storage room to prepare for the journey home. The room was actually partly guilty for my idea about the new “bonus”. It is intended to work as a bomb shelter as well, with thick concrete walls and a heavy steel door, but despite the walls being painted white and the door bright orange, it still has an atmosphere of dungeon, and I had more than once had a notion that it was a pity not to use it for play. Once there, I started off with the first new part of the routine and stripped naked, save for my heels and stockings.
“Master Dice” decided on just two additions for the journey home, but I groaned some about the first one being the huge anal come. Not what I needed and I was almost certain the next one had to be the dreaded nipple clamps, to complete my misery. Despite the new “magical” lube, it took almost 20 minutes of painful work before the rear intruder was firmly anchored in my rectum, reviving some of the leftover soreness from the two previous sessions. I was really surprised and relieved when “Master Dice” ordered the big and yummy dildo for my pussy as the second addition. In all honesty, I didn’t need any lube for that one, and despite the discomfort of the lengthwise over-stretching of my vagina and the membrane between the two intruders being pinched between them, I was quite happy about it.
For the new “bonus”, “Master Dice” decided I should spend the next 20 minutes with my used panties stuffed in my mouth, wrists cuffed back and ankles cuffed together, shuffling around the free floor space of the storage room, while teasing any erogenous areas I could reach with my cuffed hands, but not as far as to orgasm. The keys were not on a timer, but I set the timer on my cell phone on low volume to tell me when I was permitted to stop and free myself. To start with, it felt ridiculous and humiliating, as I shuffled around with mincing steps and let my fingers push at the two intruders and tease my perineum and rear of my labia from behind, not quite being able to reach my clit, and also reach up on either side of my body to grope at and fondle my breasts, and tease my nipples with rubbing, pinching, pulling and twisting. But after a little while, the shifting of the plugs as I moved together with the self-inflicted teasing got my body pretty hot, and the humiliation, added to by fantasies about having spectators that would make me pay dearly if I wasn’t entertaining enough, had my mind racing as well.
When the 20 minutes were up, I was really hot, in a super-slutty mood and breathing heavily. I quite reluctantly stopped, unlocked myself and pulled my now very soaked and slimy pants from my mouth, putting them in a plastic bag and together with the cuffs in my bag of tricks and treats. The by then pretty prone slut in me hoped for a real humiliating walk home in just my short coat through the crowded city center, feeling people’s eyes staring at my provocative appearance, but “Master Dice” put me in my place and decided I should get dressed, save for panties, and take a crowded bus home instead.
When I got home, I was still steaming from lust and frustration. I was almost for real longing for a home intruder lurking behind the door, grabbing me, tying me up, using and abusing me without the limitations I put on “Master Dice”, desiring the feeling of real helplessness, fear and humiliation, being reduced to just a sex object, a thing to be played with and then discarded. But, no such “luck”, it was just I and “Master Dice again this evening.
As usual, I stripped naked, just leaving my heels, stockings and plugs for now, and then followed the directions of “Master Dice”. The only additional things he requested before my final tie was the large ring gag forcing my mouth uncomfortably wide open, with a wooden clamp tormenting my tongue and making me drool all over myself, and then in an act of unexpected kindness a vibrating egg taped to my clit and set to low intensity. I was still hot and crazy, and I hoped for a hard finishing session, but “Master Dice” decided I should use metal cuffs and chains to arrange myself in a hogtie on my lovely but wicked black, spiked, hard, plastic turf floor mat, with the sharp spikes digging into my breasts, belly, abdomen and front thighs, a chain forming a shoulder harness to lock my wrist cuffs high up my back, a chain around my waist locked to a metal eye in the middle of the mat holding me securely in place, and my legs folded into a frogtie by chains and ankle cuffs pulling my feet tight towards my waist belt, for 1.5 hours. As a final kick in my butt, “Master Dice” denied me any orgasms after I was released.
I arranged the ice timer and sent my usual safety text to an informed friend “Busy until 21:00”, before finishing the tie as instructed. In the mood I was in, I would have wished for something harder, but the spikes digging in at least was something, and the vibe on my clit was both a blessing and a curse, pushing me higher and higher, but I wasn’t sure it would be enough to push me over the edge, and if it didn’t, I would be real crazy from arousal and frustration when the session was done. I lay squirming most of the time, trying to find a way to increase stimulation, even if the mat spikes made it a quite painful stimulation, to reach that desperately needed satisfaction, becoming more and more desperate as I felt time was running out.
When I felt the keys bounce hard on my back before clattering onto the mat, I actually cried from frustration, being one extremely hot, frustrated total slut, so desperately needing the relief I was now definitely denied. I lay sobbing for a few minutes before I resigned to my fate, found the cord attached to the keys and hauled them home. I didn’t really stress with unlocking myself, despite I felt whatever extra time I could get from it would not be enough to let those torturing, mocking meek vibes push me over the edge. When I was finally free and after sending the all-clear text to my friend “Free now”, I spent some of that pent-up energy to clean up at least the mess of restraints and toys, before trying to take care of the mess that was me.
Standing in the bathroom and looking in the mirror, I was pretty much the illustration of the phrase “freshly fucked”, with “fucked” in every possible meaning of the word. My hair was a mess and my front, even parts of my face, was neatly patterned with imprints from the mat spikes, and the strap on the ring gag had left its mark too. Still, neither that, nor my aching lower orifices, were nowhere near how fucked my mind was. At times I really had the impression that “Master Dice” actually had a very wicked mind all of his own, regardless of the limitations “his” creator put on “him”, and today was definitely one of those times. Today was not the day for a long, warm, soothing bath, but I rather desperately needed a cool shower instead. But in the middle of my misery and frustration, I was also grateful for this kind of days, making a little more belief that I was actually being dominated and out of my own control. And I had a suspicion the night would bring some pretty interesting dreams, considering the state I was in.