I was really in need this Saturday, after the Thursday play when “Master Dice” left me so hot and frustrated that it kept me tingling and having a hard time to focus at work most of Friday as well. Another play like that one, and I’d probably be taken away in a straitjacket. So, it was with mixed emotions of both anticipation and fear that I stripped naked, strapped on my stiletto heel platform sandals and left myself at the mercy of “Master Dice”.
The hard dildo (152×40 mm plastic) in my pussy was not a real favorite, being a bit uncomfortable, but still, it was at least something in my pussy. I groaned when I was ordered to insert the huge anal cone (178×76 mm black TPE), again! This was the third session in row and this week, and my sphincter still hadn’t recovered fully from the previous ones. If “Master Dice” kept this up, I felt I’d soon be wearing either diapers or the cone permanently. It took quite a bit of lube, pushing, shoving and sweating, before my burning sphincter finally settled on the somewhat more narrow neck of the brutal device. Next was the leather crotch harness, which I obligingly strapped tight around my waist and made the crotch strap bury itself deep between my labia and ass cheeks, keeping both intruders deep and secure in my orifices.
Despite, or thanks to, the discomfort, I was really starting to heat up now, and “Master Dice” kept me going with the next two additions. Double zipties, a few centimeters apart, around the base of each breast, pulled real tight, soon turned my soft breasts into swelling orbs, the skin taut, glistening and shifting towards purple. The chafes from previous sessions had pretty much healed thanks to the rest for my breasts Thursday, leaving just a slight itch, so I could enjoy the sensations fully this time. To literally top it off, a pair of wooden clothespins went on my nipples, actually more stimulating than painful once I managed to get the buds protruding enough from the taut skin of my areolas to fit the clamps.
By now, I was hot enough to actually hope for a rather hard session, so the horse bridle for a gag was a bit of a disappointment, being more humiliating than efficient, soon having me slobbering all over myself, garbling any attempts of speech some, but not silencing me much. The final addition was desired so much more, an egg vibrator on my clit, to be turned on high intensity before I finalized my tie. I unbuckled the crotch strap, fastened the plastic toy firmly to the inside of it with duct tape, retightened the strap, and put new batteries in the controller before tucking it under the waist strap. Mmmm… God, how I would need that after the frustration earlier this week!
“Master Dice” ordered me to use zipties for the final tie, which I welcomed. I like the inevitability of them, never being able to loosen or untie them, just making them tighter, and even if they are a bit uncomfortable, with their hard edges cutting into the skin, the latter was something I actually desired in my very aroused state. Besides, they also would match the ties already on my breasts nicely, and color-match my black bridle and crotch harness. The timer was to be set for 2 hours, which felt just about right for the state of mind I was in. I arranged the ice timer, adding a sturdy pair of cutters to the usual keys to deal with the zipties. While I was in the toolbox anyway, I used another pair of pliers to tighten the ties on my breasts until the orbs were aching and so swollen I could feel every heartbeat making them throb rousingly, and intensifying the sensations from the clothespins adorning my nipples.
My walk in the park session last Saturday had inspired me to make some alterations to the game. When I had found my lovely, black, spiked, hard plastic, turf floor mat some time ago, I was so fascinated by it that I replaced the original tying positions with ones making use of the mat. Since a dice only permits 6 options, there wasn’t room for both sets of positions. But by combining 2 throws of the dice, you can actually have up to 36 options, so that was what I did, letting the first throw decide which set of options, with an even dice using the old set and an odd dice using the new set, and the second throw decide which option from that set. So right now, I stay with a total of 12 options, but can expand that further in the future. This makes the game more complicated, and earlier it was too complicated to make me consider that possibility, but by now the game has grown to be so complicated that I need cheat sheets to remember all the options anyway, so now that extra complication feels OK.
“Master Dice” ordered my final tie to be standing on the spiked hard plastic turf floor mat, with a shoulder harness fashioned from two joined, long zipties behind my back, front under my armpits, crossing front, up and fastened behind my neck, my breasts cuffed tight with leg irons, which I really wanted inside the zipties but eventually had to tighten between the zipties, my ankles spread wide and bound to metal eyes at the short ends of the mat, my breasts stretched hard up to a chain from ceiling hook forcing me up on the balls of my feet, and hands tied high up back to the shoulder harness, using a ziptie around each wrist and then a third one joining them and pinning them to the harness when tightened. There would be no orgasms after the session, but with the vibe on high on my clit for a couple of hours, I very much doubted I would need or miss that. After adding the zipties around my wrists, ankles and shoulders, I climbed up to add the required chain to the ceiling hook, sent my usual safety text to an informed friend “Busy until 12:00”, before tying myself in position, turning the clit vibe on high and finally securing my hands.
My pent-up desires and frustration from earlier in the week and the heat that had built while I set myself up combined with the intense vibrations on my clit, also spread through the crotch strap to the intruders stuffing my orifices, made me cum just seconds after I had finalized the tie. And it kept me cumming, unable to tell and not caring if it was multiple orgasms or just one long orgasm. I was bucking and thrashing, alternating between dancing on my toes, making the sharp spikes of the mat torture the sensitive and erogenous soles of my feet more, and almost hanging by my breasts, the hard jaws of the cuffs biting painfully into the swollen, aching, throbbing and sensitive flesh. I was gasping, panting, moaning and growling, totally out of control.
Soon, it became too much to bear, but it just went on and on and on. I desperately needed a break or pain to counter the overwhelming pleasure, but the pain I could inflict on myself, by the cuffs on my breasts and the sharp spikes under my stomping feet, was nowhere near enough. Dark, wild fantasies filled my head, being used as a human punching bag, hung up the way I was, fast and brutal combinations of left breast punch, right breast punch, crotch kick, again and again, each hit sending explosions of intense pain through my body, with practitioners lined up in an endless row, a trainer shouting instructions and encouragement to them.
I guess the combination of my mind slowly becoming hardened from the excess of sensations, my clit slowly numbing and the vibe batteries slowly wearing down, finally brought me back, very aware of the continuing torture, but also aware in general. The pain from my breasts and feet forced me to try and stand still and straight to relieve it some, despite the muscles in my legs burning and trembling from exhaustion. When the cutters finally dropped, I frantically found the cord to them and hauled them home to my fingers. The second I had had managed to cut the first wrist tie, I reached down and turned the little demon on my clit off. Then I freed my other hand, unlocked the cuffs on my breasts, biting down on the bridle as the metal left its grooves in my flesh, especially on the almost raw undersides of my breasts.
The freeing of my breasts enabled me to bend down and cut the ties on my ankles, so I could step off the sharp spikes and give the sore soles of my feet some rest. I lowered myself to the floor, lying flat on my back for a while just breathing, basking in the aftermath but still hot enough to enjoy the feeling of fullness in my abdomen, even the burning ache in my overstretched rectum, the painful throbbing in my swollen breasts and the burning sensation from the tight zipties around their bases. I couldn’t feel anything from my nipples unless I touched and moved the clamps on them some, resulting in a dull mix of stimulation and pain.
I continued freeing myself, unbuckling the crotch strap and starting to ease it out of its home deep in my cleft. As the vibrator left and nudged my clit goodbye, I felt a surprise wave of intense pleasure balloon out from my little pleasure nub, making me scream past the bridle and my pussy spasm so hard I felt the dildo inside me expelled with such force it landed on the floor somewhere between my legs, followed by several aftershocks as intense ripples of pleasure surged through my abdomen. I just lay there trembling as the pleasure slowly subsided, not having seen that one coming, believing I was much too drained for anything like that.
Eventually I had recovered enough to strip away the last of the ties, unbuckling the waist strap of the crotch harness before slowly and painfully easing the huge anal intruder out of my aching orifice. I could both feel and smell it left a mess on the floor under my butt, and cursed at having to sanitize that as well, even if the plastic floor made it rather easy. My breasts were next, and even if the removal of the clamps brought the usual waves of pain surging through my breasts and body, I just barely reacted to it. Cutting the ties around the bases of my breasts presented me with the usual problem when trying to get the cutters under the ties I had so zealously tightened with the pliers, without cutting my skin in the process. However, eventually the remains of the ties came off without any injuries. I had saved the bridle for last, since it was barely more than a humiliating annoyance, and dropped it on the floor once it was unbuckled and pulled from between my teeth.
I managed to get on my hurting feet, feeling very tired and worn, grabbed the dildo, plug and bridle for cleansing, and staggered towards the bathroom. Once both the toys and my icky privates were rinsed, I returned with them and some wet and dry tissues to the playroom, putting the toys back into my toy chest, sanitizing the floor, making another round-trip to the bathroom to flush down the smelly tissues, before returning to the playroom and finishing tidying up. I almost forgot sending the OK text to my informed friend, but eventually did that too: “Free now”.
While the bathtub was filling up with warm, foamy, aromatic water, I examined myself. The old chafes under my breasts were again almost raw, but not as bad as they had been after my walk in the park last Saturday. The zipties had otherwise left their usual signatures indented into my skin, but that would no doubt have faded before the weekend was over. The soles of my feet were hurting and covered with a pattern of pits from the sharp spikes of the mat I had balanced and danced on, but they would probably be mostly OK after a good night’s sleep. Apart from that, I was feeling like a princess, a bit sore and marked, exhausted and worn, but very, very satisfied and happy. I figured I had been a good enough girl so that “Master Dice” wouldn’t mind me enjoying a luxurious, hot bath, if “he” had been given the option.