Another Saturday, another blessed session all alone, being helplessly tied up, tormented and humiliated, all at the mercy of “Master Dice”, my own-invented little dice game deciding my plights and possibly rewards.
As usual, I stripped naked and strapped on my sluttiest stiletto heel platform sandals to get a bit more in the mood, then continued as “Master Dice” instructed, gagging myself by strapping a horse bridle into my mouth, tying my nipples up tight and a bit painful with each 3 small dog rubber bands (intended for coat styling, each coiled double for increased tightness), wrapped each breast with a length of flag rope (5 mm polyester, 3.6 m) tight around the base to make it swell and bulge, shoved 5 black silicon anal beads (40 mm in diameter) deep into my rectum, pushed a dog tug ball (60 mm hard rubber, bumped and with a cord) into my pussy, secured them in place with a chain locked around my waist and pulled tight through my crotch, strapped and locked a wide black leather collar around my neck.
With the preliminaries done, I set up the ice time with my keys hanging from the ceiling hook for 1.5 hours of helplessness and torment, the keys also connected to the ceiling hook by a long cord, before bringing out several lengths of chains and padlocks, two pairs of leg irons and a pair of hinged police cuffs. I suspended one long chain from the ceiling hook to about a meter above the floor, than knelt on the spiked, hard, plastic turf floor mat, the hard spikes digging into my knees, shins and feet pretty uncomfortably, fitted one set of leg cuffs tight around the base of each tied and bulging breast, locked my ankles into the other set of leg irons, before wrapping and locking a chain around each calf, just under the knee, stretching and locking it to metal eyes at each short end of the mat, forcing me to spread my legs wide and holding me securely in place on the mat. I wrapped and locked a length of chain around each folded leg, pinning my calves to my thighs in a frogtie, then wrapped a length of chain behind my neck, front under my armpits and back again, using a padlock to both lock it tight at my spine under my shoulder blades, and to fasten the handcuffs to it.
Before reaching the point of no return, I did my usual humiliating little safety routine, sending a text to a friend who knows some of my kinks “Busy until 14:00”, letting the lucky bitch with now a boyfriend/master to do her bidding know this miserable single was again desperate enough to go for a solo trip, and coming to my rescue if I didn’t text her again before the stated time ran out.
Finally, I pulled myself up by the chain dangling from the ceiling until I was balancing on the points of my knees, the hard plastic spikes now digging into my knees quite painfully, before pulling up and locking the connecting chain of the ankle irons cuffing my breasts to the ceiling chain. This made sure I had no option but to remain balancing on the point of my knees or let my breasts bear the brunt of my weight through the hard and sharp cuffs, an intensely painful experience I’d happily avoid. All done, totally helpless in both torment and a very aroused state, I locked my wrists into the handcuffs high up my back, rendering my hands totally useless, but first made sure the keyholes were towards my hands so I could fit the key in them once the timer released the keys.
The next 1.5 hours I spread my focus between keeping my balance and trying to rub on the soon rousingly warm, wet and slick chain through my pussy. It didn’t permit me to cum, but got me so hot I desperately longed for a vibrator taped to my clit or enough freedom for my hands to permit some petting of my nipples, rock hard, aching and burning from their tight, elastic ties, or kneading of my tightly tied and cuffed, swollen, throbbing and sensitive breasts. But that had to remain fantasies owing to my helplessness and “Master Dice”, together with a lot of other, much harder fantasies of being found, taken, used, abused, humiliated and tortured in my utter helplessness. I was however very happy that “Master Dice” had granted me to pet myself to two orgasms once I had managed to free my hands but before releasing the rest.
Once the keys had dropped and I had freed my hands, I spent quite some time teasing and rubbing my clit with one hand, not being in any rush to end the session, and using my other hand to torture my first numb but soon very sensitive and hurting nipples back to life with pinching, pulling and twisting, alternating with brutally kneading my swollen, aching, throbbing, purple and sensitive breasts, while fantasizing it was someone else doing this and worse to me while I was still helplessly tied up. When I was finally done with the orgasms and releasing the rest of me, I lie hurting and exhausted but very happy, content and satisfied, more or less purring among the shed toys for quite some time, almost forgetting to send the “Free now.” text to my friend to prevent the cavalry from barging in on me, before dragging myself to the bathroom and a long, warm, soothing bath.
Fuck, I shouldn’t have made that joking remark about cavalry, now being unable to get a fantasy out of my head about what some 20 horny rough cavalry men would do to a bitch calling them out on a false alarm, extracting the first fine from every orifice of her helplessly tied body, before dragging her back to the fort on foot, stumbling naked and leashed after their horses under the burning sun, before being locked up and on display in the stockade of the fort, the guards there happily extracting some more fines from her body, before the sentencing to a harsh and very humiliating public punishment.
I’ve kind of landed after the bath now, feeling very OK, despite some very interesting and very sore imprints on my knees from the plastic spikes, some horrific welts from the cuffs around my breasts, that will probably last for at least a few more days, and my nipples still quite sensitive and a bit sore. But nothing worse than I had anticipated and definitely no regrets, but still a nice, slightly tingling feeling in my body, and a mind that seems not exactly worn out by kinks.