After some wet dreams, I was so hot and needy that with a real partner, I would have been ready to beg for some real brutal treatment after being tied halpless, especially of my hot pussy, like a hard fisting or oversized dildo fuck, and my big tits, like tying them up painfully tight before giving them a good beating, but “Master Dice” does not care about wishes or requests, which is part of his charm. “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 spiky ball (60 mm soft orange plastic spiky dental dog ball) for stuffing my pussy, a huge anal cone (178×76 mm black TPE) for impaling my ass, a chain (2 m, 8 mm twist steel) for tying through my crotch, blind cord (2 x 5 m, 1.4 mm white polyester silk) for tying my breasts, and clover clamps (1 pair, metal and rubber, hard) for my nipples. “He” then styled me for work with black cotton panties, that might double as a provisory gag later, high-heel peep-toes, and short skirt.
“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 denied me cumming, leaving me very hot and frustrated. 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 blind cords tying my tits tight around their bases, making them swell, bulge and shift color towards purple, the chain bisecting my crevice uncomfortably tight but arousing, and the spiky ball shoved into my hot vagina. Then “He” had me go home like that, dressed but without my panties, hiding my adornments, on foot through a green area, forced to stop 6 times to rub my clit to orgasm. On my way home, the wicked stimulation from the spiky ball as it shifted in my vagina with every step, the hard but soon very slick and arousing rubbing through my crotch by the chain, and the burning blind cords constricting the base of my breasts and keeping them swollen with a throbbing ache and with the purplish and glistening skin taut and sensitive to the rubbing from the clothes when I moved, was making the trip rather interesting and comfortable.
When I came home, “He” had me strip naked again, but keeping my adornments, then gagging myself with a horse bridle, adding a wide black leather collar, nooses with 500 g weights on each nipple, an inflatable urethra catheter with 500 ml bladder fill, and a bullet vibrator taped to my clit on high intensity. For the final tie, “He” had me use flag ropes (5 mm polyester, with a big padlock to cinch the wrist tie) after arranging a 1.5 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 hogtied on belly on my bed with a shoulder harness, my feet tied together with a tie up to the shoulder harness, and my hands tied high up my back to the shoulder harness, being set up in another room than the release timer, requiring me to move to the next room for my release.
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, forcing me to more and more painful and maddening orgasms as my battered clit grew more and more sore from the intense 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 mockery, after the sensory overdose I had already suffered and with my clit as sore as it already was. 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.