Preamble
There are definitely less complications with tying yourself up than having others do it to you. After the very hot but pretty emotional test run with my escorts, Christian and Pia, before a planned kink party this Friday, where I was supposed to be some kind of party favor, I worried a lot about how we would handle it. We stayed in touch during the week with texts, sometimes quite long texts, but even if it sometimes felt like a waste of time compared to calling instead, I think it was the most comfortable way for us all. I started getting a feeling that things were really heading south when Christian and Pia excused themselves that they could not pick me up at the railway station Friday, but that my old friend Thomas had volunteered to pick me up, drive me to pick up some custom made toys I had ordered from a saddler, a leather hood and a leather breast harness, and then drop me off at Christian’s and Pia’s place.
Meeting Thomas again made me feel better. He was as nice and pleasant as always, hugging me warmly and chatting away while he was driving me. The toys were just as wonderful as I had expected, both in design and function, which I tested while we were at the saddler, just in case they needed any last minute adjustments.
The hood fit as perfectly as a second skin, the integrated lenses darkened to give a pretty restricted view, and making me totally blind when the extra blinder was strapped and locked in place. The integrated leather clad metal ring for my mouth would probably make my jaws start feeling uncomfortable pretty soon, but was still no more uncomfortable than that I could probably take it for many hours. The large rubber plug locking in it didn’t silence me entirely, but it made any attempts to speak very muffled and totally unintelligible. The alternate inflatable plug with its lockable valve could be inflated to such dimensions that my mouth could just barely handle it, but unlike most inflatable gags it just expanded sideways and not back into my throat, so it didn’t choke me. The ventilated nostril plugs permitted a rather comfortable normal breathing, but as soon as I tried to breathe faster or deeper, they offered quite a bit of resistance. With the main zipper and all buckles locked, I was almost totally sensory deprived and pretty helpless, even with my hands free, since there was nothing I could manipulate on the hood, a very exciting and arousing feeling.
The breast harness was just as perfect as the hood, with its softly lined leather straps and lockable buckles. Even if both Thomas and the saddler had seen and handled my breasts before, I still felt a bit uncomfortable stripping before them, but that soon went away when the harness was tested. It came on similar to an ordinary bra, only with lockable buckles instead of hooks, but then it was anything but ordinary. The triple straps around the base of each breast could make the breast really bulge, and even when I pulled it as tight as I could, making the skin on the breast bulge so taut it glistened, and the compressed flesh throb with each heart beat, it still wasn’t overly painful. When Thomas helped, being a big and pretty muscular guy, the breasts soon looked like purplish balloons ready to pop, but the pain was still quite manageable, much thanks to no sharp edges cutting into the skin.
I was pretty worked up when the testing was done, longing for a “real” test of the new toys with me helplessly tied up, but feeling unsure if that would happen tonight at the kink party because of my notion that things weren’t quite in order. Thomas said we still had some time before Christian and Pia would be home, so the saddler happily showed us some of his other projects while we waited, some a bit ordinary, tame or too brutal, but many ingenious, thrilling and arousing, giving me that “want, want, want” feeling and an urge to ask if I could order the same, but if I got going, I’d probably go broke, and time wasn’t really enough for any required measuring and testing neither.
As time passed, Thomas excused us and said that we needed to go. In the car on the way to Christian and Pia, I finally asked him straight out if he knew what was with Christian and Pia. He said that they just couldn’t get away from work as early as they had hoped, and that it had nothing to do with what had happened the weekend before. Christian had told him and asked some things about me, but he had told them just as he did me now, that was something we better work out between the three of us. He said that both Christian and I were among the finest people he had ever met, and that Pia seemed very OK as well, even if he didn’t know her all that well, and that was the reason why he had decided to put us in touch at all, which was nothing he did casually.
I was still nervous when we arrived, and Thomas walked me to the door, to say hello to Christian and Pia before he continued on his way. Christian opened when Thomas rang the doorbell, smiling and hugging us both, asking us to step in. Thomas excused himself, saying he had to be going right away, but that “the goods” had been delivered, although not as neatly wrapped as some might have hoped for, giving both Christian and me a wink. I noticed he handed Christian a big bag, similar to the one I carried from the saddler, so I obviously wasn’t the only one shopping there. Christian laughed, and gave Thomas another hug goodbye, as did I, before Thomas left and Christian closed the door. Christian apologized for not being able to pick me up, but both he and Pia had been too busy at work, needing to finish some things before the weekend. He said Pia was busy getting ready for tonight, and asked me to come say hello to her as well.
Pia seemed a bit stressed, but took time to welcome me with a long, warm hug and tender kisses on my cheeks and lips, ending with one deep, hungry, French kiss I wasn’t really prepared for. Her outfit, even if she may not be quite done with it, was both spectacular and stunning, to say the least. Admitted, I’m not much for fetish wear, neither on myself nor on others, but Pia was really hot in it. The base was black and violet latex, with a corset making her waist wasp-like, pushing up her naked breasts so they looked even more generous than they really were, a very short skirt with lacings in the sides, matching those front (decor) and rear (real) on the corset, thigh high ballet boots, matching in color and lacing, and one matching glove, which I guessed was as far as she was ready. Her hair was done with a high ponytail and extensions, held together with a kind of cuff matching the rest of her outfit, and even her dramatic makeup was matching in color.
While she continued to dress herself, standing amazingly steady on the impossible ballet boots, she demanded to see my new toys, and that Christian would help me get ready as soon as he had finished something to eat, since he hadn’t had the time before, while Pia had eaten in the car while he was driving them home and I had eaten some at the conference before I left. Pia seemed genuine in her “Wow!” when she saw my breast harness and the hood on, the hood with the rubber plug gag mounted but no blinder. She had to ask twice, the second time seemingly pretty loud for me to hear it through the hood “And it’s all lockable?” I nodded and she continued “That’s super! Christian and a lot of others will really love that too. Can you see anything through those lenses?” I nodded again. “Can you see me?” I kept nodding. “How well?” I held out my hands in a helpless gesture, and Pia giggled. “Sorry, you’re not quite as chatty as usual. Can you see the different colors of my outfit?” I hesitated some, but even if I with much effort could discern between the black and pretty dark violet, I shook my head. Pia interpreted my hesitation right when she asked “Borderline?” I confirmed with another nod.
Pia obviously heard something I didn’t because she told me to finish stripping and putting my shoes on, because Christian was on his way. I removed socks, skirts and panties and with some difficulty strapped on my most extreme sandals that I had brought, with 10 cm platform, 22.5 cm stiletto heels and lockable buckles, which I had played in on the night train down, but only used a few times before that. I suspected they would actually be the worst torture tonight, but I had decided to go all in, so when Christian showed up, I stood balancing in them, with just the new hood and breast harness on. I had left the locks and keys for the hood, harness and shoes on the table, for Christian to handle.
Christian came in the room, dressed in black leather pants, a tight black leather top with a low neckline showing off his muscular upper body nicely, and shining black military boots, stopped, looked at us both with wide eyes and said something I couldn’t hear. I saw Pia laugh and make a gesture to her ears while looking at me. Christian stepped close to me and raised his voice enough for me to hear him “You two are really very hot and will make me the envy of the party tonight!” He reached out and touched the hood, examining it, and looking at my key and lock collection on the table, then went back to check my breast harness, and my bulging breasts as well, making them bulge even more by tightening the straps another couple of notches, making me moan low into my gag from both arousal and the increased pressure.
He grabbed the one odd, large key from the table, hesitated just a moment before he fit it into the opening on the front of my mouth plug, turned it and pulled the now unlocked, large rubber plug out of my mouth. He nodded approving and reached for the inflatable insert also on the table, pushed it in through the ring holding my mouth wide open, and gave the attached bulb a few quick squeezes, making the thing grow and fill my mouth good, then pushing the release valve to let it shrink, just to immediately inflate it again, even more. I could feel him fidget with the valve, then reach for one of the padlocks on the table, obviously using it to secure the lockable valve, and grinning seemingly very pleased when he was done. He gave the bulb another squeeze, filling my mouth even more, and grinned even wider.
Christian then turned to the bag Thomas had brought him and picked up an oddly shaped bag of leather. It wasn’t until he fit it’s attached straps around my shoulders that I recognized it as a single-glove, and the fast tightening of it, pulling my lower arms and elbows together tight behind my back, told me it had a long zipper instead of the classical lacing. He used three small padlocks to lock the straps and zipper securely in place, and I felt a rush of arousal from the strain and how fast and easy I had been made really helpless.
The next item from the bag also took a little time to make out, but the two large, penis-shaped rubber plugs on a strap gave it away. Christian strapped it tight around my waist, then lubricated the plugs, before pulling the strap they were on up between my legs. It took a little time to work the rear plug into my rectum, while the plug front slipped almost effortlessly into my vagina despite its size. Christian fidgeted some with something and I could feel some kind of clamp gripping my folds, both clit and parts of my inner labia, firmly but far more arousing than uncomfortable. Then he pulled the strap tight, making it sink deep between my labia and forcing the two plugs even deeper inside me, before buckling it.
He still wasn’t done though, but I felt him pulling on my outer labia, stretching them hard and arousingly around the strap, and then something else clamped them, holding them tightly and firmly in their stretched state. A few squeezes to the bulbs dangling from the crotch straps made the already large plugs grow even more inside me, and a couple of small padlocks disappearing between my legs told me they no doubt had the same kind of lockable one-way valve as the inflated gag in my mouth. I was so hot now, and my pussy so ready, awake and stimulated it almost drove me crazy already, and I didn’t even dare think about how I would survive like this a whole evening. The next addition almost made me fall over, when Christian did something that made the clamp on my clit start vibrating intensely, the vibes spreading through the strap and the two large plugs, rocking my entire abdomen insanely intense. It only lasted a few seconds, but was enough to bring me to the brink of orgasm. I was fighting for air inside the hood now, starting feeling a bit light-headed as the restricted airflow through the nostril plugs was nowhere near what my panting and gasping demanded.
I slowly managed to get my breathing under control, while Christian added a pair of sturdy cuffs with a short hobble to my ankles, then started locking them and everything else up, the buckles on my breast and crotch harnesses, the zipper and neck strap on my hood, and the straps on my suicide sandals.
I stood trembling and watching as Christian got Pia ready as well. It felt strange, since I had so far only seen Pia’s dominant side, even if she most of the time sounded respectful when she talked with Christian. Even her outfit so far would have fitted some fantasy dominatrix, but she transformed into a stunning submissive when Christian added a high posture collar, sturdy cuffs pulling her wrists up towards the collar behind her back in a kind of reverse prayer position, matching cuffs around her ankles with a hobble chain, a pony girl head gear complete with a bridle parting her lips and soon having her drooling over her exposed breasts and rubber outfit, and a large vibrator in her pussy held in place by her skimpy latex panties, its control tucked very visible and available in the waist of her short skirt.
Christian finished by clipping a heavy chain leash to Pia’s collar and to my crotch harness, starting to tug us away when Pia obviously said something through her bridle. Christian’s sigh was so obvious I didn’t even need to hear it, and he rolled his eyes as he changed direction and led us into the bathroom. I envied Pia a bit, as she seemed far more stable on her impossible ballet boots than I felt in my suicide platform sandals. Once in the bathroom, Christian tucked up Pia’s skirt under her corset, pulled down her latex pants, and the vibrator out of her pussy, before seating her on the WC chair. She seemed pretty embarrassed by both Christian and I standing watching as she tried to do her thing, but she obviously managed, and Christian wiped her thoroughly when she was done, before restoring vibrator, pants and skirt.
Christian looked quizzical at me with raised eyebrows, and I nodded, giving him a bit more work than Pia had, needing to free my labia, unlock and unbuckle the crotch strap, free my folds from the clamp, and pull the large plugs out of me. Even despite I was at least as embarrassed as Pia about Christian standing watching, I managed to do my thing as well, Christian wiping me thoroughly before restoring everything, having to struggle some with the still inflated plugs, before they were again buried deep inside me.
Just the short, hobbled walk to the bathroom and then to the front door told me this would be one very trying evening. My helplessness and humiliation, the shifting of the plugs and stimulation from everything else, enhanced by the sensory deprivation from the hood, and the constant breath control caused by my desperate urge to pant and the restricting nose plugs had mentally brought me over the top already then, even if my body hadn’t followed yet, and knowing this would go on for hours was an unbearable thought. I desperately needed pain to break it, but there was just this constant overload of pleasure and arousal, about to drive me insane. If I had been able to talk, I would have pleaded with Christian to hurt me, to bring me some relief from the unbearable pleasure.
Christian just carried on though, at the front door putting our coats on over our binds, having quite a struggle with buttoning mine over my now gigantic, bulging breasts, before leading us to the car, having to support both Pia and me down the stairs, not to fall and roll down them in our extreme footwear and without any help from our hands, helping us into the back seat of the car, strapping us in, before getting in himself and driving away.
We arrived seemingly early at the party, since there were only a handful of other people there. Just the short walk from the car to the place was enough to fire up my body again, and I kind of hoped Christian would offer me up for whipping or anything offering some distraction from the overload of stimulation and pleasure. Christian undressed us from our coats once inside and led us around by our leashes while more guests arrived. The dimmed lights together with the darkened lenses of my hood made me almost blind, and I could see the other guests mostly as shadows without details. Christian and Pia seemed to know most of the people, greeting, hugging and kissing, Pia seeming almost unhindered by her tied hands and ballet boots, obviously not unfamiliar with it.
I got some attention as well, feeling hands on my body, mostly on my swollen, bulging and sensitive breasts, some stinging swats on my ass, some people squatting before me to study the design of my crotch harness up close, both visually and with probing fingers, a few squeezes on the dangling bulbs making the inserts grow and stretch me even harder, and a few bursts of intense vibrations from the clit clamp, almost feeling like electric jolts through my pussy. The situation and sensations were absolutely maddening, being so helpless and humiliated, examined and played with by total strangers like some fun toy, and the arousing torment from my tightly tied breasts and over-stretched pussy and rectum, the sensory deprivation from the hood preventing most of the distractions I could otherwise have had from the total overload of sexual stimulation and pleasure.
It got even worse when Christian parked me between two guys on a two-seat sofa, no doubt telling them to tend to me, and they began examining my body, forcing my thighs wide apart, groping and teasing my pussy around the crotch strap, my sensitive inner thighs, and both kneading, licking and sucking on my bulging breasts and nipples. They played pretty hard, but not harder than that the sensations were far more exciting than painful in my over-aroused state. I desperately needed them to go harder, bringing real pain to dampen the excess of pleasure, but there was no way I could communicate it to them. I could barely breathe, not from the restricting nose plugs, but from my chest cramping up almost painfully from the sensory overload.
Still, it had to get worse before it got better. A female figure, with a nude man on all four crawling after her, stopped and stood inspecting me, a riding crop in her hand that she almost absent-mindedly swatted the nude man with every now and then. My eyes had adapted some to the dark now, so I could see a bit better, making out nearby faces and some more. She spoke to one of the men on the sofa, and he pointed in the direction of Christian, who had stayed nearby and whom I had noticed kept a close watch on me, despite trying to pretend not to. She went over to Christian and they talked for a little while. When she returned, she seemed to speak to me, but I heard absolutely nothing, One of the men sitting next to me said something and she leaned down to me, almost cheek to cheek, and said “You are really something, sweetie. Your keeper told me you were open to play, so I will enjoy you some, and you might enjoy some too.”
She yanked the leash of the nude man, making him crawl between my spread thighs, gave him a couple of hard swats with the riding crop on his ass cheeks and said something to him. He nodded and leaned forward, his warm, wet and eager tongue suddenly lapping my pussy around the crotch strap. She grabbed his hair and pushed his face even deeper into my crotch, still licking fast and much too skilled. I almost choked myself, trying desperately to gasp and pant from the pleasure. Suddenly I jumped, as the woman landed one hit on each breast with her riding crop, square on the nipples and areolas. It didn’t seem as hard as the hits she had given the man, but it stung, enough to distract me some from the overload of pleasure, and I arched, raising my breasts more, offering them for the riding crop.
The woman laughed when she saw my reaction, then leaned down and asked “You liked that?” I was glad the hood hid my blush when I slowly nodded. “You want more?” Again, I nodded. “Harder?” This time I hesitated, and I think she read me right, being uncertain about exactly how hard she meant by “harder”. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I will hurt you, but nothing permanent or long time. OK?” I nodded. “We’ll play a little game. I will whip your udders, harder and harder, as long as you nod to thank me for the last hit and beg me for the next one. When you don’t, I’ll stop it and leave you alone, so no more udder-whipping and no more pussy-licking. Nod if you’re in and ready to start.” I think I probably nodded a little bit to fast and eager, because I could see the wide grin on the woman’s face as she straightened again.
She kept her promise and I never made her wait for my confirming nods. She worked her riding crop around the breasts, hitting both nipples, upper, lower, right and left sides, each hit smarting worse than the one before, but the pain was exactly what I needed now, both soothing and exciting me, pushing me down the slope from my over-stimulated state and making the cascade of sensations more bearable. Even when I was trying to pant continuously from pain and gasp hard from each painful hit, almost choked by the nose plugs, I kept nodding, sincerely wanting and needing more.
Eventually she stopped and leaned down again. “You’re amazing! I don’t think I met anyone begging for more and harder for this long. But I don’t want to risk really hurting you, so I’ll stop this now. I will offer you a little parting gift though.” She changed the riding crop for something else from a cache on her hip, holding it up before my face. “Do you know what this is?” She let the thing give each areola a stinging kiss, and I nodded, recognizing the rattan cane. “Have you tried it before?” I kept nodding. “You know what it can do to you?” Again a nod, as I felt my body tense some involuntarily. “Here’s my offer. I will leave you 5 pretty welts on each of your bulging udders from it, which will remind you of this for probably 2-3 weeks before having faded. I will also leave you my pussy-licking slave for a while longer, but once you’ve accepted, there’s no going back. Nod to beg for my welts on your udders.” I hesitated a few seconds, familiar with and fearing the bite of the cane, especially on my breasts, when so swollen and with the skin so taut as now, but in my present state, I couldn’t really say no, so I gave her a confirming nod.
I think the woman knew how hard this could be, and that she tried to offer some comfort and distraction as her slave started licking my pussy even more intensely. The two other men left the sofa, giving the woman more room. I arched and thrashed hard from each searing blow, tears running from my eyes already after the first two blows, and my arousal decreased rapidly, despite the very skilled and eager tongue in my pussy, but even if it meant nothing now, I kept nodding after each blow, while trying to brace for the next, the woman spacing out the blows to let me really feel each one in full. Finally she was done, and I sat shaking, trying to pant and sob from the pain, but getting almost no air through the nose plugs, so I had to focus on my breathing until I finally managed to get it under control again.
The woman leaned down again, her fingertips gently tracing the lines of fire across my now welted and badly hurting breasts. “You really and truly are amazing. You did so great and your keeper must be very proud of you. Thank you for letting me play with you, and enjoy my slave.” She straightened and disappeared in the crowd, after landing a couple of hard swats with the cane on the ass of her slave, making him squirm between my thighs and gasp into my pussy. I dimly registered I could no longer see Christian where he had been standing, but with the very skilled tongue lapping away at my pussy and the two brave bodyguards he had dumped me with again approaching the sofa, probably feeling safe now that the cane had stopped flying, it didn’t bother me much.
I almost jumped when I heard Christian’s voice in my ear “Are you OK?” Turning my head, I saw him standing behind the sofa leaning down over me. Pia was standing next to him, still on his leash, seemingly fuming, shrugging her shoulders, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. I suspected the reason, and yes, even if I was grateful for Christian keeping an eye on me, his slight overprotection kind of disturbed the mood a little. I nodded, but he continued “Do you need a rest?” I shook my head. “Are you sure?” Now it was actually starting to get a little frustrating, distracting me from the skilled tongue in my pussy doing its best to build me up again after the somewhat sobering caning. I nodded with as much emphasize I could manage to put into it, and I could see Pia actually pulling on her leash like if she tried to pull Christian away from me. Christian sounded almost apologetical when he said “OK, I just wanted to make sure. Go on having fun!”
With Christian gone, the tongue still working my pussy and my two bodyguards having returned and examining the still burning and tender welts on my breasts thoroughly, I slowly returned to my all sex space. A few passers-by were brave enough to also inspect me some, especially my breast harness, even if it obviously required quite a bit of poking and squeezing my bulging breasts to do so. After a while, the owner of my pussy-licker returned to fetch her asset, and she laughed when I arched my back to raise my breasts towards her, making me shiver slightly when she let her fingers inspect the raised and tender welts on my breasts again. She leaned down and said to my ear “Your udder looks lovely in those welts. I hope you’ll wear such more often in the future.” I blushed a bit under my hood, but arched my back even more. “You know you’re a pretty demanding little pain-slut, obviously still needing more.” I nodded, still blushing. The woman straightened, said something to my two bodyguards, and then handed them a whip each, one braided leather flogger and one heavy rubber flogger, nodded to me with a grin, turned and disappeared in the crowd with her slave crawling after her.
My two bodyguards at first tried the floggers on me while still sitting down, but after a few good hits on each other as much as on my breasts, they got up and got a better stance. The floggers were heavy enough to inflict serious pain, but they went a bit easy on me. Still, after a while my entire front, from my neck down to my knees, was on fire from the lashes, including my already before pretty sore breast bulges and my swollen labia. I was again almost choking myself trying to pant from both pain and pleasure, cursing the nostril plugs limiting my air supply, forcing me to try and focus on breathing more slowly.
That was the situation when Christian showed up again, Pia still on his leash, with a flushed face and a new addition to her bridle gag in the form of a nasty-looking clamp on her tongue, keeping it stretched out under the bridle. Christian talked some with the two guys having taken care of me, but it seemed in good spirit and I felt a bit relieved, having been a bit worried that Christian would vent his overprotectionism on them. He then re-attached my leash to my breast harness, grabbed the leash and dragged both Pia and me to another part of the place, obviously intended as a dungeon, judging from the interior decoration.
While Christian was fidgeting with my gag, unlocking the valve, deflating it and pulling it out of my mouth, permitting me to take some much needed deep breaths for the first time in what must be hours now, he spoke with his mouth next to my ear “It seems there were a couple of girls mistaking my caring for being overprotective, so I thought I better set things straight.” Seeing Pia with her tongue clamped had already made me suspect something like that, and now Christian held up a second, similar clamp before my face. “Stretch out your tongue, as far as you can!” I did as told, bot thrilled and a bit uncomfortable with Christian obviously feeling a bit hurt, but yes, I still thought he had been slightly overprotective.
The clamp was quite strong and painful on my tongue, but in my worked-up and aroused state, I would have welcomed it, hadn’t it been for the feeling of having hurt Christian. As was now, this felt more like real punishment than just play. Christian made us both kneel, facing each other, then unlocking Pia’s hands from their position high up her back. I could see Pia grimacing from pain when Christian helped her to straighten her arms, massaging her back, shoulders and upper arms some, before he re-locked her wrists behind her back, now in a straight position, and added a strap just above her elbows, pulling them together.
He continued by tying our ankles crossing with ropes, spreading our knees and stretching the ropes to some anchor point in the floor behind each of us. Another rope was fastened to a ring at the end of my single glove, and one more to Pia’s wrist cuffs, both ropes pulled up to chains dangling from the ceilings, forcing us both into kneeling strappados, our faces only a few decimeters apart. Christian continued by wrapping thin cord around our tongues, behind the clamps, pulling it painfully tight before knotting it, and then connecting it to the other person’s tongue-tie, pulling until our tongues were stretched hard and pressed against each other in an awkward and very uncomfortable French kiss.
Next, he tucked Pia’s latex skirt around her waist and pulled down her latex panties, leaving them disgracefully around her ankles, after maneuvering her balancing on one knee at a time in a way that made us both gasp from pain and horror when her wobbling stretched our tied tongues even harder. He then yanked the dildo out of her pussy, before again turning to me. He unlocked the crotch harness, made me whine loud from pain when he released my long clamped and stretched outer labia, and the clamp on my clit and inner folds, then pulled the crotch strap from its home in my crevice, yanking the large and still inflated plugs painfully from my orifices.
I felt how things squirted when the large plugs popped out, feeling like it came from both front and rear orifices, and liquid both running down the inside of my thighs and spray over my calves. I saw Pia’s eyes pop wide open, looking behind me, where I couldn’t look myself, but both saw and actually even heard vaguely through the hood how people around the room, many watching the “show” with interest, started laughing. I felt mortified, realizing I had probably created a major mess, and fearing a bit how Christian would handle it. I couldn’t see much more than the eyes of Pia, but realized she was looking pretty amused as well, rather than nauseated as I had expected.
In the corner of my eye, or rather of the lens in my hood, I saw my whip lady step forward, her nude male slave still crawling behind her on a leash, talk to someone behind me, I suspected Christian, and then instructing her slave, who got on his feet and disappeared out of my sight. Just a short while later, I felt someone start wiping my legs with some soft tissues, starting at my crotch and wiping down the inside of my thighs, lifting and supporting my knees and shins, one at a time, to wipe them too, and finally my feet and locked-on shoes. A short while later, I felt another go, this time with wet wipes following the same pattern, and a little bit later still, another go with dry wipes. I couldn’t see who it was, but the touch was definitely masculine, and judging from the amount of bare skin I felt making contact with my legs, I was guessing my whip lady’s slave rather than Christian.
The wiping stopped, and Christian came into my field of view again, pulling Pia’s hands up a bit higher still behind her back, disappearing again when he did the same to me, resulting in us being forced into an even more strained pose, our breasts pressing against each other, with plenty of saliva mixing and oozing down our cheeks, necks, breasts and bellies, from our clamped and tied tongues. I felt Christian behind me, clamping my already sore outer labia and stretching them hard to the sides, seemingly taping the clamps to my thighs, leaving my pussy wide open. He moved over behind Pia, and I guess her labia were getting the same treatment as mine. At least he was fair in that respect.
Christian took a flogger hanging from his belt, positioning himself behind Pia, and swung from below, probably up between her thighs, judging from Pia’s reaction with a jerk that tore painfully at both our tongues, delivering a pretty hard blow to her pussy. He moved to the side of us, again swinging the flogger from below, this time hitting the undersides of our breasts hard, making us both jerk and involuntarily torture our tongues. He disappeared out of sight, and I tried to brace, but still jerked good when I felt the stinging pain from my wide-open pussy being kissed by the flogger. He continued circling us and kept hitting our breasts, Pia’s pussy, our breasts again, my pussy, and on and on.
Both Pia and I was panting hard and shivering when Christian stopped, in my case from both pain and arousal, and judging from Pia’s eyes, the same thing for her. I could see Christian talking, seemingly to no one special, and then I saw my whip lady step forward again, towards Christian, and two more men I didn’t know, even if I might have seen them during the evening. My whip lady was holding what I suspected was the same rubber flogger she had lent to one of my bodyguards before, and the two other men disappeared for a minute before coming back, they too with floggers in their hands now.
Christian was standing behind Pia, the two men on either side of us, and since I couldn’t see my whip lady, I suspected she had taken position behind me. Christian started, alternating between hitting Pia’s pussy from below and her ass cheeks, and the others joined in, one man alternating between hitting our breasts and backs from one side, while the other focused on just hitting our breasts from below, sometimes rather playful, sometimes stingingly hard. The whip lady behind me was neither alternating nor playful, but landed hard hit after hard hit straight into my wide-open pussy with the heavy rubber flogger, making me jerk hard and gasp into Pia’s mouth, again and again.
Despite the pain, or actually much thanks to it, I was soon in a sexual frenzy again, especially the smarting lashes to my pussy slowly building my arousal as well, but at the same time curbing it so I built higher and higher, way past the point where I would normally orgasm, but the accompanying pain effectively preventing it. I was grateful I could breathe freely at least, because if my air supply had been limited during this onslaught, I’m sure I would have passed out. I lost all track of time, not knowing if it went on for minutes or hours.
It took some time for me to even realize the whipping had stopped. The two whip guys on the sides had disappeared, and Christian went down on his knees behind Pia, obviously unzipping his fly. I felt a bit envious, longing for a hard cock in my own inflamed and stinging pussy as well. My whip lady suddenly appeared by our side, talking to Christian who responded something and nodded. She yanked on the leash she held, and her slave came standing next to her, while she removed a chastity device on his privates I hadn’t noticed before. He was proportional, to say the least, once his cock had been freed from its much too small prison, and I started getting a good feeling about this. He disappeared out of sight, and just a short while later, I gasped from pleasure as I felt his cock push deep into my pussy. He pulled out, and then I felt the big head against my rear sphincter instead. I whined a bit, both from disappointment and the pain when he slowly stretched me open, but the large cock went in with surprising ease, probably helped by the no doubt generous lubrication from my vagina and the long time my anal had been stretched around the large, inflated plug before.
As Christian and the slave started ponding away at Pia and me, I realized Pia’s and mine major concern was to not have our tongues torn out of our mouths, forced to try and synch our movements while we were pushed and shoved by two cocks working at quite different paces. It meant often having to hump back in just the wrong moment, either forcing the cocks painfully deep and fast, or moving with them, killing the thrust. The whip lady was still standing next to us, her flogger now joining in by striking our breasts stingingly from below, managing to alternate between our near and far breasts, ultimately managing to spread the hit to all four.
It seemed Pia was getting the best of the deal, having cummed hard three times already before I saw Christian tensing, throwing his head back and obviously delivering his load into Pia. The cock in my ass kept pounding though, and I felt a hand slip down under my belly, strong and skilled fingers finding my sore and tender clit, within a minute forcing my orgasm too, gasping and screaming into Pia’s mouth from the pleasure. I more or less hung in my strappado, barely able to keep my head up to spare Pia’s and my tongue, shivering in the aftermath, while I felt the cock slowly being pulled out of my ass. When I had recovered enough to register the surroundings again, Christian was busy trying to untie Pia’s and my tongues, obviously a more difficult task than tying them together, and the slave was kneeling at his mistress side, his cock still standing erect, obviously not having been granted the same relief and pleasure as Christian, Pia and I had. I felt sorry for him, wishing he had been able or permitted to shoot his load in my ass as well.
Finally Christian was done with the tie on Pia’s and my tongues, making us both squeal as he removed the clamps on them as well, then untying our ankles, still hobbled though, and lowering our arms from their strained strappado. I gratefully lowered myself, cheek on the floor and my freshly fucked ass up in the air, just breathing, still tingling in the aftermath of orgasm. I felt Pia next to me, obviously enjoying the moment of relaxation as well, nuzzling my head a little with her own.
I could have stayed like that a lot longer, but Christian pulled me up much too soon, and I sighed when he shoved the inflatable plug back in my mouth, inflating it again, but at least not so much my jaws hurt any more than what they already did from the ring forcing them wide open. However, my breathing was restricted to the narrow openings in my nose plugs again when my mouth was sealed, and I again needed to focus on it. I grunted when he pulled the crotch strap of my crotch harness up between my thighs, even despite him at least having deflated its two plugs, but my pussy, ass and crotch area had had more than enough attention already. That didn’t stop him from almost effortlessly pushing the large plugs inside me again, fitting the clamps on my folds and outer labia, and pulling the strap tight through my crotch before locking it and giving the dangling bulbs a few squeezes, re-inflating the plugs inside me. Despite me being exhausted, worn, sore and aching all over, my treacherous body still responded with a tingle from the renewed sexual plight.
It seemed people had started breaking up for the night, and I was hoping we would too, feeling I was in much more need of cuddling and sleep than of more adventures, despite parts of my body didn’t quite agree. While Christian and Pia received handshakes, hugs and kisses from people on their way, I received some poking, groping, spanks, pumps inflating my plugs further and a few bursts of intense and painful pleasure as people played with my vibrating clit clamp. In all honesty, I actually did have a few hugs as well, mainly from women that I hadn’t noticed before, and some of them seemed to comment nicely to me, judging from their smiles, but I couldn’t hear a word through the hood.
Finally, Christian had Pia and me covered up in our coats, mine compressing my very swollen and sore breasts painfully, and towed us away to the car, helping us in and strapping us down with the seat belts, before driving away. I think I actually fell asleep in the car, because I don’t remember anything from the journey back to Christian’s and Pia’s place. I cursed the stairs some as I stumbled in them, my feet still locked in the suicide sandals, and if Christian hadn’t supported both Pia in her ballet boots and me, we probably would have fallen and rolled down the stairs. Once inside, Christian undressed us both from our coats, and then started working on our restraints.
It felt like an eternity before I could finally unstrap and step out of my suicide sandals, totally nude, all limbs and orifices free, but hurting almost everywhere from the evening’s adventure. I had almost giggled out loud as Christian took the time to unlock and deflate the plugs in my crotch before pulling them out this time. I stood just breathing and enjoying while Christian helped Pia out of her ballet boots, the last remaining part of her plight. She stood as nude as I was, slowly heel-raising to soften up her no doubt very strained feet, after being strapped in those extreme ballet boots for so long. My feet were tired, but not hurting as much as I had feared, probably because I had been able to spend much of my evening sitting down or kneeling, rather than standing balancing in the extreme sandals.
Pia stumbled over to Christian and hugged and kissed him, reaching out an arm for me to join, and we stood there embracing and nuzzling for some time. Finally Pia broke it up, hissing apologetically “Bathroom!”, reminding me as well that it was many hours since I had last relieved myself, not counting the accident at the party. Standing outside the bathroom with Christian, I could hear Pia whine and curse low, and when it was my turn, I understood why. My entire pussy was still very sore from the long and thorough flogging before, and peeing made it burn painfully. When I was done, and looked in the mirror while washing my hands, I gasped some from the face that stared back at me. Even if the hood was surprisingly comfortable, being locked in the tight, warm and soon sweaty leather for so many hours had left its imprints on my face, even besides the color similar to that of my breasts while tied, the sheen of stale sweat and the total damp disaster that used to be my hair surrounding it, making me look like something out of a horror movie.
When Christian had done his thing as well, we all showered together, but both Pia and I shied away when Christian tried to sponge bath us, much of our hides much too sore and tender for that kind of abuse now. I at least managed to disentangle the mess on my head some. When it came to drying, both Pia and I again declined Christian’s offer to help, ending up just standing wrapped in the big soft towels, letting most of the water soak into them, while gently dabbing some peripheral parts not so intensely tended to. Despite being very tired, Christian’s suggestion of a night snack sounded wonderful, since none of us had eaten anything since in the afternoon. I was quite surprised when I saw the clock in the kitchen saying the time was not even 1 AM, since to me it felt like it was a lot later.
During the snack, even though the late hour and our conditions probably weren’t the best for it, it became urgent to sort some things out that had affected us more or less consciously during the week, from the dinner the Saturday before to the party this Friday. Even if I may not have been as strongly affected by it as Christian and Pia, I had sensed it from our common crash after the dinner, from the distancing during the week and the feeling that the planned party this Friday may not happen at all, to the incidents around the somewhat obscure punishment from Christian during the party.
In short, we had all anticipated things to be a bit light-hearted play, but none of us was prepared for how fast and deep chemistry would evolve between us, and we had all made bad choices in trying to protect ourselves from its consequences. I had managed to keep myself busy enough during the week with the conference and writing the report about the events the weekend before, and had been distracted enough during the party to not react so strongly to some of the actually odd things happening there, while Christian and Pia, especially Christian, had been a lot more affected. It took hours of talk, some hurt feelings, tears, but towards the end also some good laughs and a better understanding of both ourselves and the others, despite how tired and mentally exhausted we all really were. In the end, we ended up falling asleep in a cuddle pile on the bed, and we all slept well until lunchtime.
After the late breakfast, Christian had a few things he wanted me to have, on top of the custom made single glove, crotch harness and ankle cuffs he had bought from the saddler as a gift from him and Pia to me. Knowing from my own purchases how expensive the gift must be, I at first had a hard time accepting it, but both Christian and Pia insisted, and I felt they would both be hurt if I rejected it. The extras were a couple of Christian’s own inventions, or rather things he had developed and adapted from his daytime work, he said.
The first thing was a small box he installed on my crotch harness, between the controller and the clit vibrator. He could then control the vibrator from his smart phone up to several meters from the device, effectively overriding the manual control. It was not just on and off, but also several pre-programmed patterns, including some with random bursts, a few seconds to several minutes long, spaced up to 15 minutes apart. I could also set a safety timeout directly on the little box, using small switches under a cover that had to be opened and shut from the phone, shutting the vibes down after a preset time, 1 to 15 hours, regardless of what the phone ordered. He installed an app on my iPhone so I could do the same, showing me how I also could log in to a service where I could permit others to command the vibrator through my iPhone, or withdraw permission, demonstrating it by letting me permit Pia’s phone and she then being able to control the vibrator from out on the balcony, out of range from direct control. The possibilities actually made me tingle slightly, and I felt my cheeks a bit warm when I asked if it would work between there and my hotel as well. Christian laughed and said it would still work even if I or the person in control went to Japan or Australia, anywhere where we could connect to the Internet.
The second thing was a box with a sturdy clip he attached to the top of the single glove, with another clip on a string he connected to the zipper slider. He showed me how to connect the same application on my iPhone to that gadget as well, how I could set a safety timeout the same way as on the vibe box, a timer for how long the zipper would be kept shut, and a starting screen pulling the zipper slider clip to the box and starting the timer. He instructed me on how to strap the binder on so I could then wedge my hands into its bottom pouch and then tap the starting screen on the phone with my nose or a toe to start. I heard a low motor sound, feeling the glove tightening around my arms as the zipper was slowly closed. I asked him if I could strain against it, and he said with a smile that I could try. I tried and soon realized it was no use, the zipper continuing to slowly close and forcing my arms together despite I strained with all my force trying to keep my arms apart.
Finally, the zipper was closed all the way, and my arms were as useless as they had been the night before, bringing back other memories from the night as well, making me pretty hot. Of course Christian noticed and grinned commenting that I seemed to like the little toy. I felt my face flushing and nodded. I again tried to force the zipper open by pressing my arms apart, but it was no use. The timer was set to a mere 5 minutes, and I heard a small click when the time ran out. Christian told me to try opening it again, and this time the zipper opened smoothly as I pressed my arms apart, until I could easily pull my hands out of the glove. He showed me how the zipper normally was fastened in the closed position by a small rod on its puller locking between its teeth when the puller was folded down, but how the puller was prevented from folding down by the clip on the slider, so the locking was controlled by the box pulling the slider instead.
Christian showed me two more items, but said they weren’t ready so I could have them yet. They were both padlocks, one “normal” sized looking like an ordinary padlock, save for the keyhole being replaced by a small rod that looked like an antenna, and one small, suitable in size for locking buckles, and apparently a lot more experimental in its design. They both could be controlled by the same app as the other items, and with the same safety timer and timer set from the phone, needing to be closed manually but with the shackle popping up when the timer ran out, when the safety timer ran out, or when the battery went dead. He told me they both were handmade, and too cumbersome to make more than the few test samples he made so far of the normal sized, and that the minor one needed more tuning and finish, since as was now, it drained its battery in just a couple of hours, and could be picked apart and opened using just your fingers. However, once the design was finished and he had found a manufacturer to build the locks at a reasonable price, I would get a batch for free as a beta tester.
We all knew time was running out, since I needed to get back to my hotel and prepare for my travel home, but even if it felt a bit sad, we handled it better than the weekend before. I got dressed, packed my things, and went to finish dressing at the front door. Pia followed me and said she wanted to give me something more personal as well, wondering if I had any last requests. She no doubt understood much too well how the gift demonstration had affected me, and her anticipating grin told me the idea was not just for my sake. One thing had actually been on my tingling mind, without me really knowing how it had gotten there, but I whispered just one word, feeling my cheeks blushing: “Zipties…?”
Maybe I should have been a bit more specific, but I felt I wanted to feel that scary, exciting and wonderful feeling of someone else being in control, not really knowing how it would end up, and from what I had learned about Pia, giving her free hands could become a real ride. So, Zipties à lá Pia it was, for better or for worse.
Pia helped me strip down and strapped me into the slightly more sensible sandals I had arrived in, rather than the suicide sandals I had worn to the party, while Christian disappeared and soon returned with several bags of zipties in varying sizes and a sturdy cutter. Pia asked him for something more I didn’t catch and he disappeared again, returning with rope and some more minor items. Pia started with making me helpless quite efficiently, pulling one ziptie snugly around each wrist and then joining them behind my back with a third, small ziptie between the two makeshift wrist cuffs. She did the same to my elbows, and then added a ziptie around my neck, using the rope to tie it up to the hat shelf, forcing me to straighten and balance up on the balls of my feet not to have the ziptie on my neck choking me.
Pia continued with my legs just above the knees and then my ankles. The high heel sandals I was wearing couldn’t be locked on like the suicide sandals I had been wearing to the party, but Pia secured them to my feet with another pair of zipties around the blade of each foot and up around my ankle, almost invisible among the straps of the sandals. Next, a narrow, transparent cup was used on first my nipples and then my clit, to suck them out and prepare them for a small ziptie pulled painfully tight around the base of each engorged nub. Meanwhile, Christian had been busy preparing something, which Pia picked up and held before my eyes, a length of black vinyl tape with a dozen or so thumbtacks fastened along it.
Christian did the same trick as our first evening together, grabbing one breast, pulling it out and compressing its base so Pia easily could wrap the tape tight around it, making the sharp tips of the thumbtacks dig into the tender flesh with a sharp, itching sensation. She then added a ziptie on top of it, pulling it tight to force the thumbtacks in deeper and more painfully into the flesh. Christian helped by tightening the ziptie even more, increasing the pain and making my breast bulge bigger still. Three more ties were added, resulting in each breast being forced out and to swell, throbbing, aching and with the intense burning itch from the sharp tacks digging deep into the tender flesh becoming almost maddening, both with pain and arousal.
The last item on the list was my pussy. Pia added a pair of coupled zipties tight around my waist, and then three more as a long tail hanging doubled over the waist tie rear. She searched my bag and came up with the crotch harness, quickly removing the two large plugs from its crotch strap and adding them on the ziptie tail. She used the by now familiar “cheat” with dipping the rear plug into my pussy to lubricate it, before pushing it deeper and deeper into my ass. It hurt a lot more than before the party, my anal still being pretty tender and sore from the attention during the party, but Pia soon had the plug anchored deep in my rectum. The one in my pussy was also more uncomfortable than I remembered it, but still slid in deep without much effort. Pia then pulled the double zipties deep into my crevice, forcing the plugs even deeper, before threading the free end into the lock of the paired end and zipping it tight.
Pia seemed pleased when she inspected her work, squeezing the swollen breasts and making the tacks stir painfully in the sore flesh, pinching the bulging tips of the nipples hard, twisting and stretching them. She slid her hands down my belly and examined my crotch, letting a fingertip rub tenderly, but still so intense it almost hurt, across the tip of my ziptied clit, before reaching down and giving the bulbs dangling from the large plugs in my pussy and ass several squeezes, making the plugs inflate and stretch my orifices harder and harder. She grinned at me and said with a wink “Zipties it is, Ma’am”. I blushed and whispered an actually quite sincere “Thank you!”
Pia finalized her work by using the cutters Christian had brought to cut away excess ziptie ends, and to cut the zipties joining the ziptie cuffs on my limbs. She left the ziptie cuffs themselves though, as some kinky bijouterie. The last was the ziptie around my neck, which she untied from the hat shelf and removed the rope from but also left the ziptie itself on. As she picked down my coat and held it up for me, she commented “No need to complicate things. Zipties, plugs, heels and coat will do nicely for your trip back to the hotel. Where do you keep your money, passport and phone?” I slipped into the coat before digging out the requested items and handing them to her, and she pulled out a few bills and tucked them with the passport and phone in a coat pocket, before putting the rest into my bag and zipping it up, using small zipties to secure the zippers. “The money in your coat will be enough for the trip and some kind of cutters or scissors to cut the zipties when you get back to the hotel.” she explained with another grin. “Don’t waste it on ice-cream!”
She turned to Christian. “The trains leave every 20 minutes, so we can go any time. We can keep her so she just misses a train, giving her some extra time to show off on the platform.” She turned back to me and pulled my coat tight so she could close and button it, compressing my ziptied and swollen breasts most uncomfortably, but still making them seem enormous under the coat, and making my big, ziptied nipples jut obscenely even through the rather thick fabric of the coat. I realized one more obscenity when I saw myself in the mirror and whispered “The bulbs to the plugs, please…?” Pia grinned again and replied “Yeah, they show. If you’re lucky, someone might get curious enough about them to squeeze them a few times for you.” I felt my cheeks getting warm and shut up.
They drove me to the train station, and then took their time to hug and kiss me goodbye, both making sure to mash my hurting and swollen breasts between us, so I gasped from the pain and just missed a train, exactly as Pia had planned. Before parting, she bent down and gave each dangling bulb two hard squeezes, making me gasp again as the large plugs became even larger in my pussy and ass, despite there being plenty of people around us. I managed to buy the ticket, the lady selling it to me studying me in detail, seeming to fix on my huge breasts and the bulbs dangling below my coat, but said nothing. When I looked back, Christian and Pia were standing outside their car, waving, blowing kisses and smiling in my direction. I tried to wave back, adding to the pain in my breasts and nipples, and then started looking for where to go to get to the train.
I got back to the hotel without too much problems, except I realized sitting down was not an option, and I had to waddle like a duck with spread legs to try and keep the zipties in my crotch from catching my sensitive folds and very painfully nipping them between their hard edges. The receptionist at the hotel studied me in much the same way as he ticket lady had, as I waddled past her and took the elevator up to my room. Once inside, I just dropped my bag and my coat on the floor next to the door, waddled to the bed and managed to tip down on back on it, spreading my legs, finding my very sensitive and tightly ziptied clit with one finger, gently rubbing it while abusing one swollen, throbbing and aching breast with my other hand, so incredibly hot from the finale Pia had arranged. Before collapsing and almost losing consciousness after my second orgasm, I had also given the two bulbs between my thighs several hard squeezes more, needing the pain from the thumbtacks and my breasts, and the over-stretching of my orifices to counter the incredible arousal and pleasure.
After quite some time, I had recovered enough to get up on my feet, waddle to get my phone, the ziptied travel bag, and the cutter I had packed with my own zipties in the bag I had left at the hotel. Before I started to free myself, I sent a text to Pia “Still zipped at the hotel. Thank you for a wonderful day and the 2 o I just had!” I wasn’t even done with freeing myself before my phone beeped, from Pia of course, who must have been waiting with her phone more or less in hand “Naughty girl! J gave me 3 o before passing out. Thank you!!! Xxxxx” I sighed a little, slowly continuing to free myself.
Suddenly, I felt very exhausted, tired, lonely and sad. This week was the first time in more than 3 years I had played with anyone but myself, and it reminded me of the huge difference between tying myself up and having someone else taking total control, but still caring about my needs. I actually regretted freeing myself from Pia’s ties, wishing I had left them on longer, much longer. But done was done, magic was lost, the dream was over, and it was time to wake up to reality again.