I spent Sunday cocooning at home, still pretty sore and mentally exhausted, but also both satisfied and tingling, from my selftied walk in the park Saturday. I couldn’t help myself but ended up locked in my comfy leather cuffs much of the evening, hobbling around the apartment with my wrists locked front, ankles locked together and collar locked around my neck, dressed in just my robe, which kept slipping apart, inviting my conveniently locked hands to gently tease my still sore pussy and nipples every now and then. Even if the cuffs are comfortable enough to sleep in, they do leave imprints if left on for that long, and I still had more than enough of those after Saturday’s excursion, so I removed the cuffs before going to bed.
Despite the weather forecast had promised a sunny Monday, it started out gray and cold. I was a bit torn about my after-work session, since in one way I was anticipating it, in another I was still in the after-glow of the weekend, but I try to be a good girl and stick to my schedule, even if I’m not always in the mood or the need for play. After all, that “forced” quality is much of the charm with it.
“Master Dice” didn’t make me any more decisive for or against today’s after work. The large tug ball (60 mm hard bumped dog ball with cord) for my pussy was quite OK, while the huge anal cone (178×76 mm black TPE) was definitely a bit more than what my anal needed, still a bit sensitive after Saturday. The crotch harness (20 mm wide, sturdy black leather) for my lower regions and the rather comfy flag rope (2 x 3.6 m, 5 mm polyester) for tying my breasts were almost desired, but I winced when “he” ordered me to bring clover clamps for my still sore and sensitive nipples.
With my bag of tricks and treats packed, I started dressing up. First was a pair of black polyester panties, that could also second as mouth stuffing on the way home, and besides that “Master Dice” demanded high heel pumps, short skirt and heavy makeup. I picked a rather loose long sleeve shirt and thick stockings to go with it, to mask the marks from my latest session. So, a bit slutty on the outside, but probably not much compared to what I would feel inside before coming home again.
When work was done, I retreated to the storage room to prepare for going home. There, “Master Dice” ordered me to add the nipple clamps to my still sore nipples, making me grit my teeth and have to stand trembling for a while my body adapted to the pain. Next was the rather humane crotch harness, but then the final disgrace was the huge anal cone, which had me whimpering and cursing for some 15 minutes, after first removing the crotch strap, before my already aching anal sphincter had accommodated the brutal invader and I could secure it by pulling the crotch strap tight over it and between my ass cheeks and labia again. Two of the things I wanted the least among the three ordered just wasn’t fair! For the journey home, I was to be dressed but without panties, and going by bus, usually pretty crowded at this time of day.
If I had my say, I would have much rather had the tug ball stretching and teasing my pussy, the nice flag rope constricting the bases of my breasts, and making them swell, bulge and being rubbed under my clothes, my wet panties stuffed in my mouth, made to walk home through the crowded city center, naked under my short coat, becoming hotter and hotter from the ball shifting in my pussy, the crotch strap rubbing my sensitive parts, the fabric of my coat rubbing the taut skin of my swollen breasts and sensitive nipples with every step, and feeling more and more like the slut and street walker I already looked and was (und)dressed like, making me more or less anticipate a long, cruel session from “Master Dice” when I got home. But I guess that was one reason I dubbed the game “Master Dice” rather than “servant dice”, because I don’t always get what I want.
I was more frustrated than really hot when I got home, but despite that, I felt my pussy pretty wet from the rubbing strap, the large plug in my ass shifting around, and even the hard clamps shifting on and cruelly tormenting my sore but now rock hard nipples. I stripped naked, just leaving my heels on and let “Master Dice” give me my final orders.
The panties in my mouth were replaced by the large plug of my harness panel gag, forcing my jaws wide open and stuffing my mouth real good, strapped and locked on tight, followed by the high, padded leather collar locked on hugging my neck and reducing the mobility of my head. Mmmm, it was a good start, and I could feel my wet pussy pulsating some, missing something big to clench on. The next addition was a nooses with attached 500 g weights, pulled tight around the base of each hard and hurting nipple, but despite the added pain, or maybe because of it, I kept tightening the nooses until my squashed nipples were attached by tight necks to the rest of my breast. The next addition was pure pleasure, with an egg vibrator taped to the inside of the crotch strap, pressing hard on my sensitive little pleasure nub and turned on low. This soon made me so hot I really, really hoped for a long and hard session.
I was almost a bit disappointed when I was told to use the somewhat comfortable leather cuffs and straps, but when “Master Dice” said 2.5 hours, I thought to myself: “Oh yes, yes, yes! Thank you!” I climbed the ladder to arrange the ice timer with keys, using an extra cord between the hook and keys so I could easily get the keys by the cord, getting even hotter from the vibes and the painful dangling and swinging of the weights on my hurting nipples. Then I sent the usual safety text to my friend “Busy until 21:30” and let “Master Dice” decide on my position. I wasn’t disappointed, not even when I was informed there would be no orgasms afterwards. It actually felt just right if the vibe kept me aroused but without cumming during the session, and then left me high and frustrated afterwards.
I had to climb the ladder again to hang a required chain from the ceiling hook, then arranged myself barefoot standing on my beloved, black, spiked, hard, plastic turf floor mat, with the spikes tormenting the erogenous soles of my feet, still a bit sensitive and sore after Saturday’s outdoor excursion, with a strap as shoulder harness behind my back, up front under my armpits, crossing over the top of my chest and buckled tight behind my neck, my breasts cuffed tight around their bases with leg irons, making me wince a little as the jaws found the still sensitive marks from Saturday’s play, turning the breasts into swelling orbs, shifting color towards purple while the skin became taut and glistening, my ankles locked in cuffs, spread wide and locked to metal eyes at the short ends of the mat, my tightly tied breasts stretched hard up to the chain from the ceiling hook, forcing me up onto the balls of my feet, and finally my wrists cuffed and hands locked high up my back with a padlock to the shoulder harness.
I was done, helpless, hurting, but hot and kind of happy, standing squirming and experiencing the pains and pleasures my plight brought, helpless to do much about them. What I could affect the most was the torment of my breasts and nipples, increasing it by letting more of my weight on the breast cuffs while I rested my soon burning and aching leg muscles, and on my nipples by squirming, making the clamps and weighted nooses swing and yank on the hurting buds.
The one thing I did miss was something large stretching my pussy hard, but as so often when tied up for long, my fantasies kicked in. I heard someone fiddling with the lock of door, and then panicked when I heard the door open. I heard the door closing and then steps, chatter in a language I didn’t understand and laughs. The steps and voiced came closer, and suddenly I felt hands grasping me from behind, one grabbing my face and another groping and squeezing one of my swollen, already hurting breasts hard. There seemed to be three of them, all wearing black balaclavas and dark clothes, still chattering and laughing while they kept examining my body, groping, squeezing and spanking my ass and breasts hard, slapping my face and yanking painfully on my hair and on the nipple clamps and nooses.
One of them unbuckled the crotch strap, said something that made them all laugh, probed the large plug in my anal, almost fucking me with it, before jamming his fingers deep into my pussy, pulling them out and holding them up before my face, wet and dripping from my juices, commented something and then wiped his fingers on my face while they all laughed. He straightened and stepped up right in front of me while unbuttoning his pants, and pulling his cock out, making it hard with a few strokes before he without further ceremonies rammed it deep into my wet pussy. He fucked me brutally, using my breasts as handles to steer me, yanking and pushing, almost punching, them painfully, again and again.
I could see he was close to cumming, but he stopped just short of it and stepped back, one of the others stepping up, handing something long and slender to the other two guys and saying something that again made them all laugh. He didn’t ram it into me, but stepped up and just barely dipped his glans into my orifice, then stood still and grinned at me. Did he expect me to fuck him like that? No way in hell that was going… I screamed into the gag and thrust forward, impaling myself on his cock and tearing painfully on my cuffed breasts as my right ass cheek exploded in agony and I tried to get away from the searing, burning pain. When I untensed and half stood, half hung, gasping from pain, I felt him sliding halfway out of me, and then my other ass cheek exploded, making me again impale myself on his cock. The specific pain made me realize those long, slender things he had handed out were electrical cords, now used by his two colleagues to welt and lacerate my ass cheeks and make me fuck him. Again and again. Agony! Fuck! Agony! Fuck! Agony! Fuck! Agony! Fuck!
Like his colleague before him, he stepped away just short of cumming, making me hump air several times before his colleagues stopped whipping my by then red-hot, welted and agonized ass. I hung gasping, panting and sobbing on my cuffed breasts while the third guy stepped up, the electrical cord still in his hand. He kept his distance, standing playing with the cord in his hand, then reached out with it and gave my left breast a rather light but still painful swat, following up with a backhand swat to my right breast, again painful but nowhere near the agony in my ass cheeks. He poked my left breast with the cord, holding up 5 fingers, and then repeated it with my right breast, the message unmistakable despite the language barrier. He swung the cord through the air twice, having it make a terrifying, whining sound, taking away any hope of him intending the light and moderately painful swats.
I stood swaying and trembling as he took aim, trying to brace myself for the agony. The first hit was even worse than what I had feared, the cord burying itself deep into my swollen left breast, making the breast and my entire chest explode in intolerable white-hot pain, sending the nipple clamp flying and hitting the wall hard somewhere, and it felt like the weighted noose was very, very close to tearing the nipple off entirely. He stood waiting as the sensation of the blow slowly faded, me gasping and sobbing from the excruciating pain. The next hit, a backhand to my right breast, was just as bad, again tearing off the clamp from the nipple and damn near tearing off the nipple from the breast. I couldn’t even count to 10, but when he dropped the cord and stepped up in front of me, ramming his cock into my pussy, I realized he was done, and despite I was still sobbing and gasping, I cummed violently, spasming again and again while he just kept fucking me brutally.
The pain in my breasts woke me up, as I was almost totally hanging from them after the intense orgasm, my pussy still pulsating. I straightened myself and forced my burning leg muscles to lift me up on the hurting balls of my feet again. The fantasy had been so real, and the orgasm had very obviously been real, but when I glanced down, my cuffed and stretched breasts were swollen and purple, but there were no welts or lacerations on them, and the tight strap between my labia and ass cheeks still held the vibrating egg hard on my still throbbing clit.
The vibes and other sensations soon pushed me high again but I just stayed that way, without drifting off into more wild fantasies or orgasms, until the keys eventually were dropped from the ice timer. It took some time to fish them up by the attached cord, and then to find and fit the right key to each lock, but eventually I was free, feeling nicely drained and satisfied, despite still being hot and frustrated, a really odd mix of feelings. My nipples and undersides of my breasts where the cuffs had cut into the chafes from Saturday were really hurting, and the soles of my feet were uncomfortable after two rough plays just two days apart. There were some nice imprints from the leather restraints on my limbs and face as well, but they would probably have faded before I woke up the next day. So, I sent the all-clear text to my friend: “Free now”, and started cleaning the mess up before having a quick shower, some late snacks and getting ready for bed.
I’m in bed now, just about to post this before turning the lights off, still aroused but satisfied, nicely frustrated while basking in the afterglow of tonight’s play. I have a feeling there might be some pretty wild dreams tonight, unless I’m too exhausted for it. But still, I enjoy this mix and mess of feelings, and tonight’s play was real hot, despite it didn’t feel all that great when I started it out at work this afternoon. But enough ramblings and nighty night now.