The combination of some wet dreams and knowing Thursday is “Master Dice” day made me hope for a hard ordeal, where especially my wet pussy and soft breasts needed some intense and brutal attention. “Master Dice” is the silly little self-tie dice game I made not to have lack of partner or inspiration keeping me from my sometimes much needed and desired being tied up. Nowadays, “Master Dice” is actually an interactive web-page that both translates virtual dice rolls into clear-text instructions and at the same time generates the bulk of the reports, courtesy of a kind hacker friend of mine, saving me the efforts of both keeping track of a growing bunch of cheat sheets as the game evolves and of spending a lot of time writing these reports from scratch, which was becoming a growing distraction from the actual experience. This time, “He” made me strip naked, pack my bag with lube for dildos and plugs, two pairs of hinged metal police-cuffs, a hard dildo (152×40 mm golden plastic) for stuffing my vagina, an inflatable anal plug (152×38-102 mm black latex) for stuffing my rectum, a crotch harness (20 mm wide, sturdy black leather) for tying through my cleft, zipties (2 pairs, 450×4.8 mm black nylon) for binding my tits, and mouse traps (1 pair, wooden, nice) for my nipples. “He” then styled me for work with black cotton panties, that might double as a makeshift gag later.
“He” had me spend some of my lunch break in a toilet, again stripped naked, standing with ankles cuffed and hands cuffed back with the police-cuffs, trying to pet myself towards a pretty awkward orgasm. I had to stop just short of cumming, and “He” then permitted me to cum once, leaving me somewhat relieved but still pretty hot. After freeing myself, I used the toilet, but was not permitted to wipe myself, to really soil my panties, got dressed and returned to my desk, eating in front of my laptop and trying to get my focus back on work.
After work, “He” had me go down to a storage room in the basement, again strip naked and adorn myself with the used and soiled panties humiliatingly pushed into my mouth, the hard dildo shoved into my hot vagina, the inflatable anal plug pushed into my tight ass, and the mousetraps torturing my nipples. Then “He” had me go home like that, dressed in just coat and boots, hiding my adornments, on foot through a green area, forced to stop 5 times to rub my clit just short of orgasm. On my way home, the stimulation from the hard dildo as it moved in my vagina with every step, the uncomfortably stretched feeling from the inflatable anal plug in my rectum, the painful pinch on the membrane between my two lower fillings, the mousetraps capturing my nipples arousingly while nudged by the clothes, and the soiled panties humiliatingly stuffed and hidden in my mouth but still arousing me and the taste of myself reminding me how hot these games make me, was making the trip rather interesting and comfortable. The feeling of being so vulnerable and exposed, with just my coat barely hiding my nudity and humiliating adornments, was a real thrill, adding to my arousal.
When I came home, “He” had me strip naked again, but keeping my adornments, then gagging myself with a tightly wound tape gag sealing my lower face, mouth stuffed with 3 used panties, adding a bullet vibrator taped to my clit on low intensity. For the final tie, “He” had me use zipties (black nylon) after arranging a 2.0 hour ice timer for my release, with the necessary keys and cutter, plus my usual backup of a text with an estimated time I was to be free and texting again to an informed friend. “He” had me arrange myself kneeling on a spiked hard plastic turf floor mat, with a shoulder harness, my calves tied to my thighs in a frogtie, a tie around my waist fastened down to a metal eye in the middle of the mat forcing me in place, and my hands tied high up my back to the shoulder harness (the ice timer dropped the keys on a cord with the cord dangling within reach of my fingers).
When I was done, I was thoroughly thrilled and excited by my helplessness, and the discomforts I was forced to accept and endure because of it. My only way out was the ice timer holding my release, way out of reach up under the ceiling, or if that failed, my backup that hopefully eventually would come to check up why I had not texted her again, using her spare key to let herself in and find me. I tested my ties, happy and aroused to find them tight and secure, just the way I desired them. As almost always, my imagination kicked in, building fantasies of me being found and caught, used and abused, a helpless sex-toy played with in every way imaginable and perhaps a few ways unimaginable as well, teased and tormented much harder than I was now, taken away and kept, or abandoned and left without hope or release, making a mixture of arousal, panic and agony whirl through my mind. The vibrator on my clit kept buzzing, slowly building and maintaining my pleasure, pushing me over the edge a few times from the moderate vibrations.
Eventually, my time was done, and I went for my release. When I had freed and relieved myself entirely, “He” ordered me to masturbate to 2 orgasms. It was desired, after I had been kept so hot for so long. After having recovered some, I texted my informed friend that I was free, sanitized myself, cleaned up the mess I left when I freed myself and then wrote this report.