Saturday, and time to once more hand over control to “Master Dice”, to let him decide how I should spend my Saturday. I start by stripping naked and strapping on my stiletto heel platform sandals, before “Master Dice” orders me to insert the moderate-sized but uncomfortably hard dildo (152×40 mm plastic) into my pussy, sliding in easily since I’m already pretty wet from anticipation, stuff my ass with the inflatable anal plug (152×38-102 mm black latex), requiring a little bit of lube and effort, and pump it up until my rectum aches, tie my crotch up tight, both to tease and torment it and to keep the intruders securely in place, using hard and scratchy polypropylene rope (4 m, 8 mm blue), not quite as bad as barbed wire, but close, tie my breasts up tight by cuffing a pair of ankle irons (nickel-plated metal with 40 cm twist chain) around their bases, making them swell and bulge, and giving them a lift by the connecting chain up behind my neck, tie my nipples up with 2 pairs of pet rubber bands (small for coat styling) on each, doubled to increase the pressure and slid on from a cut-off syringe used to suck the nipples out hard first, gag myself using the harness ball gag, strapping it tight and securing its buckles with small padlocks, and add 5 clothespins with a 100 g weight each on each outer labia.
Save for the ghastly polypropylene crotch rope, I’m actually pretty pleased with the choices of “Master Dice”. Oh well, at least I won’t have to take a hike home for several kilometers, having the devilish device chafing my privates raw. Master Dice tells me to use zipties (black nylon) for my final tie, and to set the ice timer for 3 hours, so I add a pair of sturdy cutters for the zipties to the key collection before hanging it from the ceiling hook with its ice release filled to take very approximately 3 hours to melt.
My final tie is with feet tied together and hands tied back without shoulder harness, free to tease and stimulate myself, even to orgasm, originally set up sitting in a closet in my bedroom, requiring a bit of struggle to move to the playroom where the releases is, some distance from the bedroom. There will be no clitoris vibe during the session, and no orgasms after it, but with freedom to use my hands during the session, I suspect I won’t really miss those options. I send the usual safety text to my informed friend “Busy until 15:00” to let her know I need help if I haven’t texted her again before then, then take a bag of zipties and go to set myself up.
I tightened zipties around each wrist and ankle, then decided to interpret the instruction a bit liberal and added zipties also around each upper arm just above the elbow, the arch of each foot, each big toe inside the sandals, each calf just below the knee and each thigh just above the knee. I needed to clear out a few things from the closet to be able to sit down folded on its floor and close the door. I then threaded zipties through both ties already on my big toes, wrists, calves and thighs, respectively, and pulled them tight, joining my legs from toes to thighs snuggly. I got a last minute idea and added two joined zipties around one thigh, tucking the tube to the pump and valve to the inflatable anal plug under the tie so the release valve would be out of reach from my fingers. I joined the zipties around my upper arms the same way, not being able to pull it very tight, but enough to force my elbows back a bit at least, and I eventually joined my wrists snuggly with a final ziptie through the existing wrist ties and pulling it tight.
I sat there in the darkness and enjoyed the feeling of helplessness and being confined, testing the tightness of my restraints and feeling both happy with it and a bit disappointed it wasn’t more. Sitting folded the way I was, I couldn’t reach down to any significant areas between my legs, but I could reach the rear knot of my crotch tie and it irritated me I would actually be able to untie it if I wanted to. I couldn’t let go of it, but eventually I got an idea and after some fumbling around with my tied hands found the bag with zipties, pulled one out, fitted it around the knot, trying to make the knot out with my fingers and finally found what I believed would be a working “lock” position for the ziptie, pulling it as tight as I could around the knot. I then tried to untie the knot, but it was securely stuck. I felt a bit more satisfied that I was really helpless in that respect as well.
I wringed my arms up one side to try and reach my breast, with some effort managing to grope the cuffed, swollen and sensitive orb, slowly massaging it, enjoying the feeling, both in the breast and from the firmness of it in my hand. My fingers reached the tied up nipple, first rubbing it and lightly scratching its tip with my nail, sending small ripples of pleasure through the breast, and then pinching it between my fingers, squeezing, twisting and pulling, adding a more intense and slightly painful sensation. My breathing was faster now and after re-wringing, I shifted my attention to the other breast. With my increased arousal, my breasts demanded harder play, so my hands groped, squeezed and kneaded harder, digging my fingers into the swollen and lustfully aching flesh, and tormenting the hard and sensitive nipple with my nails.
I kept switching between my breasts, building my arousal and pleasure spiced with pain, sending waves and ripples of sensations through the swollen orbs and down my belly to my abdomen, where they seemed to focus in a throbbing ball of heat, slowly growing and becoming more intense. The buildup was slow, and the first orgasm was like just a seamless continuation of the buildup, making me realize my pussy was slowly but rhythmically contracting on the dildo filling it, and slow waves of pleasure rolling out through my body, going on and on and on while I kept pleasuring and tormenting my breasts and nipples. Eventually I had to stop, strangely drained despite the sensations never reached the intensity of my normal orgasms. I was sitting there, just breathing heavily and shivering in the very slowly fading aftermath.
When I had somewhat landed again, I realized I had no idea about time there in the darkness. I might have been sitting wrapped up in my pleasure for 10 minutes or for hours. I figured that unless I wanted to risk my friend come barging in to make a very embarrassing and needless rescue, I better get to the playroom, if nothing else to check the time on my cell phone I left there. The stiffness in my body told me I definitely had been sitting in the closet for more than 10 minutes at least, when I kicked the door open with my tied legs, managed to kind of crawl out still sitting down, and then struggle to my feet by doing a kind of reverse climb on the wall next to the closet. I stood wobbling for a while before I felt ready to try and get to the playroom.
Anyone who ever tried to go anywhere with their big toes tied together know I had outdone myself. Shuffling across the floor, which worked OK but slow if just my ankles were tied together, was impossible, and the combination of the tied toes, platforms and high heels left the only option possible doing miniature hops, perhaps 1 or at best 2 cm each. OK, afterwards, when my brain was back in somewhat working condition, I realized the easiest and fastest way would certainly have been to continue moving sitting on my butt, but in the state I was then, the simple logic was you walk from one room to another, and if you can’t walk, you do whatever comes closest to it. Plain and simple, right?
When I finally arrived in the playroom, after my ant hop marathon, I was exhausted, sweaty and panting far harder than during and after my slow-motion orgasm before. I didn’t need to check my cell phone, but just a glance at the ice release told me that more than half the time had elapsed but I still probably had very roughly an hour to go. So, it was just to try and get comfortable and find something to make the time pass. I decided to try and honor the implicit request from “Master Dice” to play with myself, and found that by arching my back some and wedge my hands between my ass cheeks, I could actually reach both the rear end of the plug in my ass, my sphincter and perineum, and all the way to the rear of the dildo in my pussy, but not as far as to my clit.
I again found a bit of frustration that I could actually have removed the rear few of the weighted clamps on my labia, but I decided to try and be a good girl and instead teasing and tormenting myself by making those clamps shift and swing. Being a good and obedient girl isn’t my best act, but by imagining a bunch of demanding spectators wielding cattle prods they would much too happily use on me unless I provided them with a good enough show by acting a total slut and humiliating myself before them by playing myself as prone as some porno star on steroids. Yes, it sounds silly now, but it worked for me then.
The probing and teasing from behind soon had me quite hot again, building towards another orgasm, becoming pretty intense but more “normal” than the one I hade experienced from my breast play in the closet. I kept going, alternating between mainly teasing and stimulating my privates, and tormenting my tightly cuffed, swollen, bulging and purplish breasts with hard gropes, kneading and slaps, and my tied and rock hard nipples with pinching, twisting, pulling, flicking and scratching. I even managed to tighten the cuffs around my breast bases another couple of notches each, making the throbbing in the aching breast flesh even more intense, tipping over the border to painful.
I managed two orgasms more, both pretty intense, before I heard the thud and rattling of my release hitting the floor. It took me several minutes to ant-hop across the floor to them, sitting down with a pretty painful thump, and then go to work with the cutters, freeing hands, elbows, toes, wrists, calves, thighs, anal plug pump and crotch rope knot from the zipties. It was really painful to wring the small, tight rubber bands from my abused nipples, making me whine loud around my gag, and the weighted clamps on my labia were a lot less fun to remove than to attach or play with, each causing a whimper of pain from behind my gag. I also was very gentle removing the scratchy crotch rope, because even if it hadn’t had the chance to chafe my privates raw, they were still pretty sensitive just from the pressure and small nudging from the plastic barbed wire.
The rest was rather easy, even if it took a little fumbling to unlock the padlocks securing the harness ball gag, but then it, the dildo and deflated plug, and even the tight cuffs on my breasts, came out and off without problems. I was really happy and satisfied, in every sense of the word, with today’s session. Even if I hadn’t quite been in the mood at first, and I had hesitated about having my hands almost free to play with myself, missing the real helplessness, the arousal soon got the better of me, and I could really enjoy the game, even with those “deficiencies”.
It took a while to clean things up, collecting and disposing a lot of cut zipties, cleaning the dildo, plug, gag and crotch rope, and return things to my toy chest, before I spoiled myself with a long, warm bath, and now, having finished this report, being able to enjoy the rest of my evening off, relaxed, fulfilled and very satisfied.