After some wild 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 wet pussy, like a hard fisting or oversized dildo fuck, and my naughty breasts, 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 hard dildo (152×40 mm golden plastic) for stuffing my pussy, a huge anal cone (178×76 mm black TPE) for stuffing my anal, a flag rope (4 m, 5 mm white polyester) for tying through my cleft, electrical tape (19 mm black vinyl) for binding my breasts, and mouse traps (1 pair, wooden, nice) for my nipples. “He” then styled me for work with red polyester panties, that might be used as a provisional gag later, high-heel platform sandals, tube top, and a twintail hairdo, although the weather permitted me to wear high-heel knee-high leather boots to and from work.
“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 electrical tape binding my boobs tight around their bases, making them swell, bulge and shift color towards purple, the hard dildo shoved into my wet pussy, and the flag rope bound through my crotch. Then “He” had me go home like that, dressed but without my panties, hiding my adornments, on foot through the crowded city center. On my way home, the stimulation from the hard dildo as it moved in my vagina with every step, the hot rubbing through my crevice by the flag rope, and the nice and tight electrical tape 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 a bit interesting and almost pure pleasure.
When I came home, “He” had me strip naked again, but keeping my adornments, then gagging myself with a harness panel gag with penis plug, 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 1.0 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 hogtied on belly on a spiked hard plastic turf floor mat, with a shoulder harness, a tie around my waist secured to a metal eye in the middle of the mat forcing me in place, my ankles and legs tied tight and bent with ankles tied towards my waist, 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.