I thought I would use this Saturday to relax and catch up on some things at home, but my body and mind was not pleased with that idea, and soon they were itching for some action. Still, I was neither in the mood for tying myself up, nor for anything very hard, but really just desired some rather playful helplessness. Eventually I called a friend and asked if she could help, but she sounded hesitant at first. After some chatting with her boyfriend in the background, she said they would come over a bit later in the afternoon. I asked her if I should prepare anything, but she said no, except for that she expected me to open the door for them dressed in just handcuffs behind my back.
That didn’t make me any less frustrated or itchy, but I went around tingling most of the afternoon, waiting for the clock to tick and not getting anything done. I stripped naked and locked my hands in the cuffs behind me more than half an hour before their estimated time of arrival. My friend has the spare key to my apartment, so I shouldn’t really need to open the door for her at all, but I suspected it was part of some plan, so when the doorbell eventually rang, I checked through the peep-hole before opening, but it was just my friend and her boyfriend outside, although somewhat dressed to kill in fetish attire under their coats.
They didn’t waste much time, neither on explanations nor anything else. My friend knew my apartment, toy box and storage areas pretty well, so she quickly got a number of things for me, then started to prepare me together with her boyfriend. They laced me tightly into a short, black, leather corset, then tied my elbows together behind my back with a length of rope, before feeding my hands into the pouch of a single-glove, strapping it to my shoulders and chest before removing the handcuffs, lacing it up tightly to my elbows, removing the elbow rope before finishing lacing it just as tightly and forcing my arms even tighter together with the built-in straps at wrists, lower arms, elbows and upper arms. Already there and then, I started feeling pretty hot and deliciously helpless.
Next, they cuffed my ankles with leather cuffs, locking and hobbling them with a short chain and padlocks. They continued with tying my breasts tight around the bases of them, using separate, softly lined and fairly comfortable leather straps, at least comfortable until the boyfriend tightened them real good, making my breasts bulge and adding a throbbing and exciting ache to them. Then, they sucked first my nipples and then my clit into prominence with a suction device and tied them tight with metal wire around their bases, making them stand erect, both a bit painful and very arousing.
My friend held up my favorite leather hood, pushed its large penis gag against my lips until I opened wide and enabled her to push the rubber plug deep into my mouth, forcing my jaws wide open and effectively preventing any intelligible talk, before wrapping the padded hood itself around my face and head, zipping it tight and locking the zipper with a small padlock at the base of my neck. With vision and most of my hearing gone, all I could do was feel what was happening, and possibly smell it through the two small breathing holes for my nostrils.
A sturdy and padded posture collar was wrapped around my neck, strapped tight and probably locked, judging from the small clicks I heard through the hood, forcing my chin up and preventing me from turning my head. Something sturdy, hard, cold and slimy made its way up my ass crack, found my anal and was pushed deep into it, and then I felt a synchronous pressure from the thing in my ass and pull at the top of the hood, forcing my head back even more than the posture collar had, arching my back so my breasts and ass must be sticking out even more, and again a small click, making me suspect a chain was now locked to connect my bent back head and the intruder in my ass. A hand gripping my calf made me raise one leg and I felt my foot being slipped into a maze of straps, being tightened around the foot and ankle before my foot was let down again, not balancing on a plateau sole and a very high heel. My other foot went through the same, and I stood there balancing in what I suspected were a pair of my own high-heel sandals.
Something semi-hard pushed against my labia, slid back until it found the opening to my vagina, and started entering and stretching me. The thing was well lubricated but huge, soon stretching me hard both lengthwise and girth wise. It took some time and pain before it was all the way in, keeping my vagina stretched hard and balancing between uncomfortable and painful, but again also pretty exciting. I felt something pulling slightly on the wires around my nipples and clit, also nudging the intruder in my ass, and then small electric shocks started to surge through my nipples, clit and ass, painful but somehow exciting as well.
I stood there squirming and panting through the much too small nostril holes in the hood while I felt something wrapped around me, feeling like a coat being buttoned and belted, and then something wrapped around my hooded head too. I vaguely heard what must have been my front door open, felt myself being led by a strong arm, probably my friend’s boyfriend, almost stumbling on what had to be the doorsill. The strong arm supported me while I climbed down the stairs. Another door, and I felt a cold wind meeting us, being led out and then a short bit before I was more or less bent into a bundle and pushed into what felt like the backseat of a car.
The motor sound, barely making it through the hood, and accelerations, decelerations and turns convinced me I really was in a car going someplace. After maybe 20 minutes, the car stopped, and I felt the car move a little and doors slam, before I was pulled out of the car and again led by a strong arm. The surroundings were unknown to me, and I stumbled and almost fell a number of times on various obstacles like stairs, doorsills, carpet edges and other thing. The cold was gone, so I assumed we were indoors. We stopped for several minutes, and I could barely make out people were talking nearby, but couldn’t hear what they said. My coat and the cover on my head was removed, and suddenly I felt a hand groping one of my bulging breasts, rubbing the nipple in a rather arousing way, and then move over to the other breast, doing the same.
There was another short walk, and then I was sat down on what felt like a padded chair. The oversized dildo stayed put, pushed even deeper and more painfully into my vagina by my own weight and the chair seat. My feet were pulled backwards by the ankle cuffs, up off the floor, forcing my thighs to spread very wide, and then seemingly attached to the end of the single-glove pouch, again with a small click that I guessed was some kind of lock. I felt some fidgeting with the straps around the base of my bulging breasts, and then how they were forcefully pulled up by the straps, forcing me to arch even more than the device in my anal connected to my hood did, and making me feel like I was pointing my breasts at the ceiling. My nipples and clit were pulled hard forward, making me try to follow, but with my arms and ankles locked together behind the back of the chair, I couldn’t move but just had to endure the hard stretch.
The shocks to my nipples, clit and ass changed from the painful ticks to a softer surge, just as intense but far more pleasurable. Soon I sat there tingling and squirming from the pleasure and need for that pleasure to bring my hot and inflamed body some relief. While I was sitting there I felt hands on my body, groping and massaging my breasts, playing with my nipples and probing my pussy. At first there were just one or two hands, belonging to the same or two different persons, but soon there were more, playing with almost every available part of my body, making me moan and try to pant and gasp from pleasure and sometimes a bit of pain as well.
It didn’t take very long before my orgasms started coming, helped especially by some skillful play with my clit, labia, nipples and breasts, making me very hot, besides the continuing and now much more pleasurable electrocution of my most erogenous parts. After maybe an hour and probably several tens of orgasms, it started to become too much, but it just went on and on, the hands, fingers, lips, tongues and teeth seemingly encouraged by my increasingly frantic squirming trying to get away from them, totally futile of course.
I don’t know how long I sat there, or how many orgasms I had. I lost count of the orgasms before I had reached 10 even, but there must have been hundreds of them during the probably hours I sat there. After a very long time, things started to calm down though, and the tens of hands playing simultaneously with my body was reduced to just a few, sometimes even giving me breaks for several minutes, if it hadn’t been for the continuous electrical teasing.
Eventually, I felt the strain on my breasts, nipples and clit ease, the single-glove and my ankles separated, and someone tried to help me to stand, but my legs just didn’t want to cooperate. I felt myself being wrapped in the coat and head cover while still sitting on the chair, and then I was lifted off the chair, flung over a strong shoulder and carried away, almost semi-conscious. I don’t remember how I got into the car, much from the drive back home, except how the vibrations through the car seats my breasts were mashed into helped the electricity to give me a few extra orgasms, or how I got back inside. I do remember the bliss when that damn electricity finally was turned off, and I have fragments of memories from how I was freed and helped to the bathroom and then into bed. Then everything was black.
I slept until almost lunch time, I don’t know how long really, but besides some stiffness in my arms, and my nipples, clit and vagina being a bit sore, I felt like a million dollars. After waking up a bit more while sitting on the WC, I found a paper wrapped around my phone by the bed. The big text on it said “Call me when you wake up! XXX” I pondered on breakfast and a bath first, because I was both hungry and not exactly fresh, but decided it was probably better to call first, not to have the cavalry barge in while I was at the breakfast table or in the bathtub.
I called my friend and assured her I was very very OK, and thanked her for the hot and wonderful evening. She giggled and said she had been a bit hesitant at first since they had already planned the evening, but her boyfriend had said they could just let me ride along and park me somewhere for both my own and others to enjoy. She said I had been a much appreciated party favor, and that she didn’t believe there was a single one of the around 80 visitors to the kinky party who hadn’t taken the chance to inspect me thoroughly, just as the sign they had hung over my chair said. I blushed pretty good hearing it, even if I had suspected that it was something like that my friends had arranged for me. My problem is that when I’m in normal mood, things like that are really embarrassing to me, because “fine” girls don’t do, and even less enjoy, things like that. But when I’m hot enough, almost anything goes, and I really did enjoy being the slutty party favor and cumbot while helplessly tied up on display like that, even though I know I really shouldn’t.
Either way, I feel pretty satisfied and relaxed today, even if I have to admit I tingle a little thinking back to last night. And I’m very happy and fortunate to have friends who can help me out every now and then. After last night, I’m almost tempted to take up “club hopping” again. Sorry for this a bit terse report, but I still have a number of things to take care of before bedtime, so I start feeling a bit stressed.