Autumn is coming much too fast, and this morning the weather is really autumn-like, gray and cold. I wish I could stay at home and warm myself by a nice, intense play and then a long, warm, relaxing bath afterwards. But, reality bites, so it’s off to work, after the usual Monday morning preparations for an interesting journey home after work and some tying up when I get home.
This morning, “Master Dice” orders me to bring a big dildo (178×51 mm latex) for my pussy, an inflatable anal plug (152×38-102 mm black latex) for my ass, sisal rope (4 m, 8 mm sisal hemp) to tie my crotch, electrical tape (19 mm black vinyl) to tie my breasts and clover clamps for my nipples. He starts out nice at least, since all but that rough, chafing sisal rope are things I kind of enjoy.
“Master Dice” also decides I will wear a pair of red nylon panties, possibly to be used as gag stuffing, and a tied blouse (so out of fashion but adding that small touch of humiliation). In one way I’m almost disappointed “he” lets me off so easy today, but with the freedom to make my own choices, I decide on a somewhat decent length skirt and sensible heels, feminine more than sexy.
Work is done and it’s time to prepare for going home. Alone with “Master Dice” in the storage room, “he” decides I will go home with the anal plug stuffing my ass, the big dildo in my pussy, and my used panties stuffed in as an invisible mouth gag. The anal plug slips in easily with a bit of lube and then I pump it up, feeling how it fills up my rear more and more, at first pleasurable, but at the end pretty uncomfortable, still arousing though. By the time that’s done, I’m already so wet that the big dildo slips in almost effortlessly in my pussy, save for the last few cm when it starts stretching me uncomfortably. Even if I dislike the wicked sisal hemp rope, I wish I had been ordered to use it to help keep the dildo in. As is now, it will be a real pussy workout to try and clench down on the dildo to keep it in place.
For the journey home, “Master Dice” decides I should walk through the green area, stopping 6 times to rub my clit to orgasm. Except for the peril of every damn jogger and dog owner in town stumbling upon you with your hands up under your skirt, I’m still a bit grateful, both for the pleasure, but also for the chances of pushing that dildo in when necessary. That’s not so much fun to try and do on a crowded bus or city street.
Coming home, I’m hot as hell but a bit worn from the experiences on the way home. My clit is very sensitive, my pussy aching from clenching for so long on the dildo, and my rectum from being stretched so hard for so long. Still, I’m anticipating what “Master Dice” will come up with next, while I strip naked. The panties in my mouth is replaced by the large harness ball gag, which once locked in place soon has me drooling down on myself, a wide black leather collar, also securely locked on, limits my ability to turn and nod my head, and the vibrating egg taped to my clit on low intensity is pretty comfy.
“Master Dice” decides I should use duct tape for my final bondage, so I bring it out and adds a pair of hinged police cuffs for the final tie on my hands, arranging the key to them on the ice timer set for just 0.5 hours, with a long cord I will be able to reach with my fingers once the keys are dropped. I send the usual safety text to my “rescue” friend: “Busy until 20:00”, so she’ll know I need help if she hasn’t heard from me by then.
Finally I set myself up as ordered, standing barefoot on the spiked hard plastic turf floor mat, with a shoulder harness fashioned from the tape, my breasts cuffed tight with leg irons, ankles spread wide and bound to metal eyes at short ends of the mat, my breasts then stretched hard up to a chain from the ceiling hook, forcing me up on the balls of my feet, making the spikes really dig in, and finally hands cuffed high up my back to the shoulder harness.
“Master Dice” denied me any orgasms after the selftied session, but despite the soft vibrations on my clit, the combination with my stretched and aching lower orifices, and the arousing torment from my cuffed and bulging breasts, increased further when I rest my soon exhausted calves by putting more of my wright on my breasts, together with some pretty wicked fantasies involving a brutal fisting almost ripping my pussy and a hard caning welting my ass and swollen breasts bad, makes me cum hard twice during the session, and leaves me still high when the keys drop so I can free myself.
Despite the orgasms, I feel frustrated, but I decide to be a nice, obedient girl and follow the rules about no more satisfaction than “Master Dice” permits after a session. I send the usual text to let my “safety” friend know I’m OK: “Free now”, take a shower, and then finish this report. I’ll probably cuddle up a while in front of the TV before going to bed.
P.S. This is a bit ridiculous, but still irritating to me: I’m having problems with the grammatical tense when writing these reports. Some I write when in the middle of things, but still after the action actually happened, so I’m unsure if to use past or present tense, and some things hasn’t happened yet but will for sure very shortly after I write it, so I’m unsure if to use future or present tense. Even if it feels kind of right while I’m writing it, it often looks a mess with shifting tenses when I read it afterwards. In many cases, I actually adjust it then, even if it makes the text a bit less authentic. I tried writing it novel style in past tense from the start, but that also felt awkward to me when writing in the middle of things. Sorry, just some ridiculous thoughts and ramblings from a frustrated language fascist, projecting one frustration as another I guess.