I’m in a better mood and the weather is better than this Monday, so I tingle some with anticipation while I prepare for the pains and pleasures this afternoon when going home from work.
For today’s tortures, “Master Dice” decides I should bring the following to work, stashed in my bag of tricks and treats: a bottle brush (120×60 mm blue polyester bristles) for my pussy, the huge anal cone (178×76 mm black TPE) for my anal, flag rope (4 m, 5 mm polyester) for tying my crotch between labia and ass cheeks, 1 pair of ankle irons (nickel-plated metal with 40 cm twist chain) for tying my breasts around their bases, and one pair of clover clamps (hard, metal and rubber) to torture my nipples.
“Master Dice” is a bit more particular than usual on my appearance, instructing me to wear a pair of red cotton panties, also usable as gag stuffing later, high heel pumps, shorts, T-shirt and heavy makeup, making me look pretty sluttish. At least I’m grateful for the rather warm temperature forecasted for today, with such light covering.
Once more I’m alone with “Master Dice” in the storage room, to arrange myself for the journey home. “He” decides I will go home with the clover clamps on my nipples, the bottle brush stuffed in my pussy, and my crotch tied with the flag rope, both holding the brush securely within and pressing and rubbing my most sensitive parts teasingly. Even if I know my vagina will be pretty sensitive from the stiff bristles shifting around by the time I get home, it’s still a rather kind, almost a bit meek “outfit”. The one real problem is the visibility of the clover clamps under my T-shirt, rather tight over my bulging breasts, but I think I can mask that pretty well using my free hair.
For the journey home, “Master Dice” decides I should walk through the city center, where there will be rather crowded at this time after many people stopped working for today. It will be a bit embarrassing meeting all those people close up, even if they will be quite unaware of my hidden predicament.
The brush working on my interior and the ropes rubbing my clit and labia with every step has me pretty warmed up when I get home. I quickly strip naked, save for my shoes, and let “Master Dice” guide the way then. My mouth is stuffed with the big penis plug of the harness panel gag locked in place, 5 wooden clothespins with each a 100 g weight attached is clamped on each outer labia, and an egg vibrator is taped over my clit, to be set on high intensity before I finish my tie. I will be using flag ropes to tie myself, but first I arrange the ice timer for 2 hours before release, with the keys also attached to the ceiling hook with a long length of cord that I can reach with my fingers to collect the keys, once they have fallen. I also send the usual safety text to my informed friend, in case I will fail to get loose before the stated time and need rescue: “Busy until 21:30”.
With everything prepared, I finish with tying myself up according to “Master Dice’s” instructions, kneeling on the spiked hard plastic turf floor mat, with a rope shoulder harness, my breasts cuffed tight with leg irons, my calves tied to my thighs in a frogtie, my knees spread wide and bound to metal eyes at the short ends of the mat, breasts stretched hard up to a chain from the ceiling hook, forcing me onto the points of my knees, making the hard plastic spikes digging into my knees painfully, and after I turned on the clit vibrator, I tie my hands high up my back, with the wrist ropes cinched and locked to the shoulder harness with a big padlock.
“Master Dice” permits no orgasms after the selftied session, but with the vibrator on my clit buzzing away like crazy, I soon realize that’s probably a bit of a bliss. The continuous string of intense orgasms soon has me dancing on my knees, not caring about how it hurts my knees or how the cuffs yank painfully hard on my swollen breasts, while the weighted clamps pulling my labia as they swing and jump just adds to my pleasure and arousal, and I gurgle from both desperation and pleasure around the large plug in my mouth, saliva running down my chin, neck, chest, belly and thighs. I need pain now, real pain, to balance the unbearable pleasure from the intense vibrator on my clit ripping orgasm after orgasm from my convulsing body. In my fantasies, I’m joined by two “helpers”, letting heavy canes land again and again on my breasts, branding fire across the soon welted skin, sinking deep into the swollen and darkening flesh, licking my extended areolas and rock hard nipples, making me scream into my gag, but not for mercy but for more, the almost unbearable pain blending with the equally unbearable pleasure into an extremely intense but still somewhat bearable mix.
It took quite some time after the keys dropped before I had managed to get the key, fit it in the padlock and free my hands, desperately turning off the little demon between my legs that was driving me insane. It took an about equally long time, almost hanging from my tortured breasts, before I managed to start untying my trembling body. And when I was finally done, I lay just breathing for a while before I could even attempt to get up, miraculously remember and manage to send the all clear text to my friend, clean up the worst of the mess and finish this report. I’m off to bed now, and I seriously doubt I will have any erotic nightmares tonight.