Postby zenetx » Sat Nov 19, 2016 12:04 pm
Mother and Daughter Tied Games - Chapter 2 - Part 1
Mother: "I'll be back on monday. If you have any problem call me."
Daughter: "Ok mom."
Mother: "Don't do anything irresponsible!"
Daughter: "Yes, yes."
Mother: "Take care my dear."
Daughter: "Bye mom!"
I bid farewell to my mother and close the door. That's it! I though. I have all the weekend to myself! Holding my excitement, I give my body a nice stretch,I am already smiling just thinking about my plans; my current passion and obsession. I feel the butterflies in my stomach, I love this tension, I'm already trembling with anticipation!
This weekend is a perfect occasion, I just finished my final exams at the college and started my vacation, my online order has just arrived, and I'm really in the mood to do something very exciting!! On top of that, coincidentally my mother will be spending the weekend away from home! Almost too much perfect if you asked me, but I'll never let this chance pass.
Actually my mother has been very understanding about my 'new hobbie'. She opposed it a little at the beginning, but after some time and a talk, she finally consented; teaching me everything about, actually it seems that she also love the subject. She gave me a few 'toys' and even tied me up! Although sometimes, she gets serious and acts in a very wicked way, making my predicament really intense, as if she were having lots of fun watching me suffer. I don't know if I love or hate these moments, but today this doesn't matter, today is my day alone, today I'm the one in control!
I finished all my preparations: eat something light, drink some water, go to the bathroom, take a nice and relaxing shower... I'm ready! I go to my bedroom, put all my kinky stuff on my bed and start to undress. Now, completely naked, I go in front of my large mirror. Just thinking about the times that I looked into this mirror all tied up and helpless make me blush.
Better stop daydreaming. Ok, first package: my new black rubber catsuit! It was very expensive, I had to use all my savings to get this one, It's custom sized for me; full body, socks and gloves attached and with a double zipper on the back. I received the order at the beginning of the week and have been anxiously waiting for this day to try it on. I am very excited! I take it out of the box and place it on top of my body, looking in the mirror. It seems a little too small to my size ... Maybe it will stretch? I hope so, although it also seems very thick. Searching the box I found a small user guide ... Let's see:
'Thank for purchase bla bla bla…' Ok,on to the next page: 'How to get it on…' Right, after reading the instructions I found I should get some baby powder to help slide into it. In the last page it explained how to make it shine, it seems like I should also get some latex polish spray. This is not so simple as I thought … whatever, I have plenty of time.
As I leave my bedroom searching for the items, I shivers a little after a gentle breeze reaches my naked body, I blushed thinking how kinky is to walking around like this. Hopefully soon enough I will get very insulated (giggles). I easily found the baby powder in the bathroom, but the polish spray I have no idea. Maybe my mother will have it in her bedroom? I really shouldn't be searching in there, if she detects that I was snooping in her stuff she'll get very mad. I still remember the spanking she gave me last time, I was so helpless, gagged and hogtied tightly, she hit my butt more times that I could count and left me there, with a fierce burning in my ass, and not able to even caress it to easy the sensation. Maybe she does it again or maybe even worse … Feeling chills down my spine, I shake off these thoughts. Today is a special day! I'll just take great care so that she doesn't find out.
I went to my mother's bedroom and carefully opened her wardrobe, after a quick look, a thing immediately caught my attention; a black and long leather thing hanging right in the middle. It looks very suspicious, taking into account where it is and how much it stands out in front of everything else. Unable to resist, I took it out and examined. It looks like a weird leather bag with strings and straps ... wait a moment, I know what is it, it's a armbinder! Since I saw some pictures on the internet, I have gotten curious. I even asked my mother about it, she could have said she have one! It looks very sturdy, made of thick black leather, it has thick straps 2" wide, a metal ring attached to its tip, large reinforced buckles, and even the laces looks tough and strong. Where the hell did she get this stuff? No mention, it seems very expensive. I searched for a label or something but found none. Are this custom made? For sure my mother have some contacts that I don't, I'll try to ask her about that later. It's a shame but I don't think I'll be able to put it on by myself ... What a pity, now I really want to try it, and it would even match the color of my outfit. I will take it with me anyway.
Finally, searching near my mother's shoes, I found the polish spray. It's my lucky day! I quickly go back to my room and put all the items on my bed. Ok, second package: an electric shock massager. I saw this one on sale online and I got really curious since it was a special offer, I thought: Why not? It just arrived this morning. Inside there are eight adhesive pads, a central unit controller and a lot of cables. "Dammit!" The user manual is written in chinese, as well as the several buttons in the controller. Well, let's just put the power cells in and hope for the best. Four AAA power cells … ok, done.
Since I won't be able to try the massager after putting on my catsuit, I think I should start with this one. Looking at the manual again, I found many pictures showing where to stick the pads, there are many examples, for men and women, the last one is for women and has some red letters below it. Is this perhaps a warning? Well, just because this caught my attention, I will choose it. Then I started to place the eight pads, one in each of my nipples, one below each of my armpits, one in each of my sides near my waist line, and one in each of my inner thighs by my groin near my crotch. I am Thinking better, these are some very sensitives spots! Maybe I should choose something else, I tried to gently take it off but the adhesive is really strong, it won't come off easily. Fuck it. Let it be.
I connected the cables in each pad and to the controller and hit the first button, a red led turns on and nothing more happens. Why doesn't it work? I pressed another button and now the led blinks. Then I feel a very weak tingling sensation. After further examination I found two buttons on the side with +/- symbols. I pressed the + button many times and I finally start to feel pulsing shocks, still very weak. If I stay completely motionless it intensifies the sensation, even making me jump a little and gasp in surprise, but whenever I move It's almost imperceptible. This was disappointing. I guess I can't expect much from a cheap chinese product. Maybe it's because I'm tough girl, given what my mother already made me go through, this is nothing (giggles).
Next is the catsuit. Following the instructions, I lay some baby power powder on my legs. Then I let out an involuntary moan due to the weak electric shocks. I probably need a gag. Then I reach my toybox and pull out a harness ballgag, which was used last time. My mother 'kindly' give it to me, although she didn't bother to remove it first, leaving it tightly strapped on my mouth. I don't really like it, it's too big and too rough, but it's really effective and I'm starting to get used to it.
I put the gag on my bed and disconnected the cables on the massager controller. Let's finish the catsuit first. I unzip the catsuit all the way from the nape of the neck to the lower back and insert my legs. The rubber is very tight and grips a lot to my skin, the powder really helps, but still it is a hard struggle. I push and forced my legs inside with great effort. I knew the catsuit seems undersized, but somehow my endeavor is working. I am Sweating a lot,so I use even more powder.
After quite some time I got my legs inside. I keep struggling until I pull the catsuit all the way to my waist. Phew! So It really stretches a little after all, although it feels really really tight and snug. Its contouring to my every curve and compressing my legs and butt very hard, like a second skin actually. Then I open the the second zipper on my crotch, guiding all the cables connected to the adhesive pads downwards through there. Now it's time to pull the catsuit all the way up.
This is really exhausting, the catsuit isn't only absurdly tight, but also thick, making it increasingly hard to move around, the thick material over my fingers doesn't help. Much struggle, powder and a few curses later, I'm almost done. I take some moments to catch my breath. Now I simply need to pull the zip from my lower back to my nape. More easy to say than to do actually. No matter how much i try as hard as i pull, I can't get it past my mid back! The catsuit it's too tight and I can't close it with my hand holding the zipper from above my shoulder. At this point I won't give up, I just need to find something to pull the zipper up.
Some thinking later, I found a way; there is a plastic hook behind the door to hang clothes, it's too thick to clasp directly to the zipper, but after I attached a keyring to the zipper, it seems possible. After many failed attempts I finally hooked the ring, then approaching carefully my arms together behind my back, pushing my chest forward and arching my back, I slowly crouch, pulling the zipper up. Is really hard! The catsuit is too small and too tight, the zipper looks like it's stuck. I arch my back as much as I can, nearly touching my elbows together until, after great effort, it finally went all the way up. Phew! Good thing I'm flexible.
The catsuit feels absurdly tight, compressing my chest and squeezing my breasts. I also notice how restrictive it is, due to its thickness, it's harder to move around, or even folding my fingers, making simple tasks like holding things and manipulating stuff very challenging. I barely can have good grip on the zipper on my nape the catsuit gloves are so thick! At least I'm very glad that I was able to wear it, given how expensive the catsuit was. Now I'm just a little worried about how I'll get out of it later, after so much exercise I'm already sweating a lot and the rubber feels like it's glued to my skin! Not mentioning, I'm not so sure I can work the hook the inverse way. Well, no sense in worrying about this now, let's just enjoy it for the time being.
Although very tight, the catsuit is also very erotic, like a jealous lover who hugs you constantly. The squeak sound it makes as you move around, the strong smell, the heat building up inside, It's very intense. Now it's time to put the spray in action; I grabbed the can and started to polish my second skin thoroughly. A little flannel, some rubbing, more polish spray and voila! I looked at the mirror in shock; I must be the sexiest thing ever! I'm mesmerized from my own reflection. My every feminine curve is perfectly exposed and sharpened, I might as well remain naked and my body would be equally revealing.
I have sure, even if my mother saw me like that, she would be jealous. Thinking about that, I do a imposing pose in front the mirror and say: "Mom I think it's about time we change the things around here! From now on, when we are alone, you should call me mistress." (giggles) "And must obey all my wishes, tying me up tightly whenever I want." Wait, wait, wait ... that last part sounded a little weird ... Damn! Even when I try to pose like a dom ... Well, I guess I will have time to practice later.
There is something missing .. Oh, of course! I need some high heels. I think I saw some good ones earlier. I went back to my mother's wardrobe and look for her shoes. After carefully open some boxes, I found a nice black 4" high strappy stiletto heels. That would be perfect! I took the shoes out returned the box back, just to remember exactly the place where it was, but as I did that, I bumped into something. It looks like there is another box very deep inside the wardrobe. Not containing my curiosity, I kneeled and entered inside the wardrobe, retrieving the box from further back.
Actually it is a large box, with a small one on top. I took a rest to recover my breath, as it's really harder to move around in this thick and tight catsuit. Then I opened the big box first; What a hell! It's a boot with the highest heel I saw in my life. It's like six or seven inches! It's in a way that the foot will keep 'on point' position perfectly like a ballerina. It's made in black leather, knees high and looks very expensive. I can't fool myself, I want to try these boots! I sat on the edge of the bed, and begin to put them on.
It took a lot of time and strength to do up the laces, they are long and very sturdy. Catching my breath again, I stand up, supporting my body with my hands on the bed. I fight to keep my balance, but it's very hard, stumbling a little, I notice how it's a bit easier to stand on my left boot, which I put first and laced tighter. I see, the support comes from the whole boot, not just the tip. Then I did both laces again, this time as tight as I can. Finally, with confidence, I stand up again and was able to stay standing up. I guess my ballet lessons as a child were useful for something after all. I walked around for awhile, to practice, and surprise myself of how quick I was able to get used to it. It's still very hard and forces me to walk very slowly, but it's stable.
Coming back to my bedroom, I used some leather polish on the ballet boots to make them shine prettily. I looked at the mirror and concluded I'm even more stunning! Although these boots don't look like something a dom would wear, they really restrict my movements and slow me down. Well, whatever.
I went to my mother's bedroom again, having fun trying to walk around. I'm so luck I have the same foot size of my mother, today is indeed my luck day! Now about the small box: What is this?! For sure isn't a shoe. There are so much over packaging and plastics inside, looks like something really special. After digging all over that stuff I stared in disbelieve with my mouth wide open about what I found; It's like a rubber panty, but with a dildo and a buttplug inside! And not small ones! The buttplug also has a long inflate pump attached.
Shocked, I thoroughly examined the item for awhile ... thinking ... I shouldn't, this is too much, my mother will kill me if she discovers, or worse ... no no no ... What hell am I thinking?! Trying to calm down I sat on the bed.
I'm a grown woman, I can handle it! ... probably ... maybe? Lost in thoughts I lay on the bed. I have already experienced this size before, though never in my rear and absolutely not a same time! Maybe I can detach it? Examining it further I conclude this last idea was not possible, if I want to try it , I must do it entirely!
For God's sake! Let's keep it simple, do I have time to put it back the way it was? Yes! Will I be able to sleep in peace if simply put it back now? No! And above all: Do I want it to do it? I stand up and say: "Fuck Yes!!"
All questions answered, now it's a matter of how to do it. For sure I will need some lube. Then I went to grab some. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I insert my pointy boots through the leg holes of this obscene underwear, bringing it halfway to my thighs. Oh God! I'm really nervous. This tension is killing me already. With my crotch zipper opened, I push the cables aside and pour copious amounts of lube on both plugs. Not that the front one needs any lube at this point really. I lay in my bed and gently begin to bring them home. Then I notice how small and snug the rubber panty is, I'm forced to tug hard to get it past my thighs.
When the front dildo tip penetrated me I let out a loud moan, I quickly react covering my mouth with my hand. Then the buttplug tip starts to get in but it was too big and I was much too tense, clenching my sphincter tightly, so it got stuck and started to hurt as I pushed it in. I stopped and pulled everything out. I'm panting heavily. Calm down and breath, calm down and breath ... After resting a little, and more calming breaths, I said: "Ok let's do this."
I stand up, with the underwear on my thighs. "I'll need both my hands for this." I grabbed the harness ballgag on my bed and start to put it on. I squeeze the huge rubber ball, opening my mouth as far as I can and pushing it inside. After struggling for awhile, it finally goes in behind my teeth. I hate how huge it feels inside my mouth, but at least it's very effective muffling my voice. Then I buckle all the straps; behind my head, over my forehead and below my chin, the way my mother taught me. The thick and wide straps are a total overkill for a little girl like me, but I can't leave them hanging, at least I don't need to make them much too tight.
Lastly, still standing, I leaned forward with one hand on my bed and the other pushing the plugs in, this time buttplug first. Relaxing as much as I can, I give a gentle but very firm thrust! I keep pushing it in hard and steady. My body reacted again, clenching tightly, but this time I was faster and had already passed the wider part of the plug, so I just keep pushing ... The front dildo soon follows. The rubber panty waist line is very snug and forces me to use both my hands and all my strength to get it over my hips, tugging very hard, until it abruptly went upwards, snapping in place very tightly.
"MMMMHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The huge plugs were bluntly shoved inside me to the last millimeter. A turmoil of very intense sensations assaults my lower body, I panic a little and involuntarily tried to pull the panty down, but I couldn't even get a grip, it was so tight. I rest both hands on my bed, to help my weak knees and endure it for awhile, my body is trembling and panting a lot.
After some brief moments, I try to stand only with my two legs again, still trembling a little, I slowly walk towards the mirror. With each step, the plugs shift inside me, teasing me immensely. I look down and notice how my crotch is perfectly smooth, none would imagine what devils it holds inside, I mean, if not for the long pump attached to my rear. Feeling a little silly with this kinky tail behind me I wiggled my butt a little, regretting immediately, as this transmitted the movement to the plug inside me. Further examining the pump, I notice a small metal thing on its tip, like a valve or something. I guess now it's too late to test, since I don't want to risk make the plug any bigger than already is.
I never felt my girly parts so full in all my life, the plugs really seems huge inside my petite body, it's very erotic but a little too much to intense, I guess I'll have plenty of time to get use to it. The rubber panty is so clingy and and tight, that I can't even slid a finder under it, the thick catsuit gloves doesn't help either, making me thinking if I'll be able to get it out. Just the thought of been stuck with these and need help to get out make me shiver.
Ok, now the electric massager. With all the wires coming out from my rear it's just a matter of connecting them to the controller again. After doing so, I hit power on again: "Mhhhhh!!" The first shock caught me in surprise, my sweaty and compressed skin intensified the feeling, especially the pads near my groin; the shock makes my lower muscles contract, emphasizing the presence of the two intruders inside my body. I'm glad the shocks aren't that strong after all, so it's still tolerable.
With the controller hanging by the cables, now I should find something to fixed it to. A belt maybe? A pity I don't have any. Since I went this far already… Then I went to my mother's bedroom again. This time the travel took twice as long, the boots and plugs combo make it really hard to walk! Not mentioning the constant electric shocks which are starting to get really annoying whenever I pause to catch my breath.
Arriving there, I look in the wardrobe again. Fascinated by the things which my mother hides in her wardrobe, I start to thoroughly search around ... then I found something very interesting: a underbust corset! Made of black leather, it has six metal eyelets on the front and strong laces in the back. Examining it further I notice It also has rigid steel plates inside and many flexible steel bones all around the corset. It definitely doesn't look like it would be just for show. Well, maybe I can use it to hold the controller between the laces behind my back.
With the laces already knotted, I just need to open the front eyelets and close them again with the corset around my body. I immediately realized how rigid and strict the corset is as soon as I tried to clasp the eyelets again, I have to hold my breath and suck my tummy in. Not a particularly hard task, although all my active tormentors still don't helped it. After some struggling I finally was able to put the corset on and secure the controller behind me. I have not even tightened the laces, the corset already feels really restricting, it's harder to breath and I can't bend or move my abdomen freely anymore.
One last travel back to my room, a long and agonizing one. Then another look at the mirror: Yep, I'm even more stunning than ever. The corset draw in my waist and flatten my tummy, on top of that, there is a 'push up' effect on my breasts, making them look bigger. With all this teasing so far, my nipples have gotten very hard, which increased the shocks sensations on them substantially.
Sadly my dominatrix visual is all gone. Especially because of my ballgag, this big rubber ball stuck inside my mouth really stands out. I hate have to agree with my mother with that. But wait, I have an ace up my sleeve, a gift which came with the catsuit; a matching rubber hood, gwendoline style! Made of the same material of the catsuit, it covers my head except my nose and eyes, it has a hole for the hair and a zipper in the back.
I pick the hood up and fix my hair in a ponytail. Guiding the hair through the hole, I tug the hood down encasing my head. Like all the rubber gear so far, it's tight and snug. After smoothing all its surface, I closed the zipper in the back, which pressed the hood very tightly around my head and further pushed my gag in. Now, my whole body is encased by black rubber, only my nose and eyes are visible. Looking at the mirror I concluded that it didn't hide the ballgag pretty well, the wide harness strap on the sides of my nose and on my forehead are still visible, as well as a pretty obvious round protrusion on my mouth. I also notice that my hearing is muffled now.
After all this ordeal I finally lay on my bed, groping all of my body and slowly savoring every sensation, as I have plenty of time, actually all the weekend, just to myself. I realize how harder is to feel the touch now, given the catsuit thickness, and also how the plugs and electric shocks are getting very noticeable and distracting.
Thinking about my previous adventures, I start to daydream: Imagine if my mother caught me now like this and decide to teach me a lesson ... she could make me suffer all the weekend ... Imagine if her hogtie me and spanked again … mimicking my dream I lay on my stomach, folding my arms and legs behind my back. She would say: ' think this is not tight enough, let me fix this.' And then she would cruelly tighten my hogtie and even tie my head too. I grab my ankles with my hands, pulling hard, until the heels pressed on my butt, and tilting my head back. Yes, yes! I would cry and beg, but only a meak sound would escape my gag. She would speak mocking me about how miserable I look. She would say: 'Let me fix that too.' And then she would put a blindfold on me. Leaving me there completely helpless.
I keep fantasizing for a while, I close my eyes and struggle to escape my imaginary hogtie, heat building up inside me, my heartbeat getting faster. Until I bumped in something on the bed, it's the armbinder that I bought previously, I had forgotten about it. 'That's it! This should be enough.' Then I begin to figure out a way of wear it myself.
Inserting the right arm inside the armbinder, I use my left hand to bring the wide strap over my right shoulder. The armbinder feels a little loose, so I removed it and buckled the straps a few notches tighter. Now it feels really tight, I can make my right arm very secure behind my back, without the help from my other arm it seems impossible to get it out of the armbinder. Then I try to insert my left arm too, which proved to be very hard, I wiggle my whole upper body finding the best position to force my other arm inside. The rigid corset doesn't help. Maybe I should loosen the laces a little first? Bending my arms perpendicularly, I was able to insert my left arm halfway. That's it, I'm almost there! I keep pushing … struggling … wiggling … until it finally went in.
Panting heavily, I take a little pause to rest. The corset and gag combination make hard to breath. Standing up and looking at the mirror I notice how now I'm forced to keep a very restrict posture; The ballet boots forces me to keep my legs wide open to maintain balance, the corset immobilizes my torso, the armbinder forces my elbows together behind my back, pushing my chest forwards, and the harness ballgag completely fills my mouth, preventing me from speak. Even with the left strap of the armbinder hanging loose, my arms feel completely trapped behind my back, just moving them around a little and I already can tell for sure that releasing them won't be easy at all. I blush in shame looking at my reflection, I appear to be a kinky rubber bondage doll, a very helpless one!
I begin to daydream; my mother would keep like this all the time ... I would be forced to always walks in these humiliating boots, wearing black rubber from head to toe, fully plugged and constantly being shocked, the teasing would drive me insane ... whenever I protest, she would gag me and bind my arms with the armbinder ... it would be very tight ... I would scream and struggle but would be useless ... she laughs at my frustrated attempts ... she puts a humiliating collar on me, snapping a leash after that ... then leading me around the house.
A little pain and discomfort interrupts my fantasy. With my shoulders being pulled backwards, the shocks below my armpits also become very noticeable. In fact, now with my body whole restrained, all the electric shocks became very tortuous, so I decided to turn it off. As the armbinder left strap is still loose, I just need to pull my left arm out again. What I suspected to be very hard, proved to be truly impossible, the rubber catsuit created too much friction inside the armbinder, both seems glued together, doesn't matter how much I struggle I can't get my arm out! I struggle hopeless … "Dhmnnt!!" (Damn it!!) Just thinking about be really stuck like this makes my heart beats very fast ...
Calm down!
Catching my breath, I decide to endure my torture and enjoy my helpless for a while. To distract my mind from the annoying shocks, I begin to walk around and continue daydreaming; I would be a bondage slave, forever bound and gagged, my punishment would be sexually frustrated, madly teased all the time, and never allowed to achieve climax. I would cry ... struggle ... but my tormentors would never have mercy, they would punish me even more … Following my dreams I struggle in my restraints: "Hm Bmg nhh! Lmt mm hht! Lmt mm hht!" (II Beg you! Let me out! Let me out!)
I close my eyes and walk around struggling to get out ... the plugs inside my teasing me badly …
fighting to keep balance ... my shoulders start to throb and my hands going numb
my ankles aches ... my breath each time harder ...
the electric shocks torturing me nonstop ... I scream in my gag:
"Plmhfm lm mm gh! Plmhfm!!" (Please let me go! Please!!)
Feeling a big orgasm coming I keep struggling, violently shaking my body and wiggling my arms around ...
until the armbinder slip away and lands on the floor, releasing my arms. The surprise breaks my trance, making me open my eyes and killing my dream. Shit! Shit! I was soo close!! I pickup the armbinder and went to my bedroom again.
Extremely frustrated because what happened earlier I have an idea; maybe I can pull the armbinder strap over my shoulder using a string, so I grabbed a cord and tied it to the strap, doing a noose on the other end. Then I opened my toybox and pick up a blindfold; made of black leather, heavy padded on inside and with a 3" wide and very strong elastic band on the back.
Not thinking straight, I quickly put the blindfold on my forehead and go to the hook behind the door. Inserting my right arm inside of the armbinder, I place the right strap over my shoulder using my left hand again, then I fasten the string tied to the left strap to the hook and slide the blindfold over my eyes. The blindfold is very clinging and effective, I can't see a single beam of light.
Struggling a lot to get both my arms inside again, I wiggle and push until I succeed. Now I carefully squat, stretching the strap tied to the string and try to get it over my left shoulder. Twisting my whole body, I struggle to get the strap in place, but it's very hard, I can't see and it seems too tight, maybe I should loosen it a little first? No! I'll do it! Still driven by my previous frustration I didn't give up and keep trying, pushing both my arms down with all my strength. The plastic hook produces some cracking noises but I ignore them and keep going ... It's working! The strap is almost there! Now my arms are very deep inside in the armbinder and my elbows are close to each other. Almost there! As soon as the strap slid tightly in place, the plastic hook breaks and flies away.
Shit! Shit! Shit! I frozen in place thinking about what I just did. Briefly testing my armbinder and I already know that I won't be able to get out just struggling this time, it's really tight! This wasn't a good idea, what was I thinking? I'm really helpless right now, and alone! If it was already very hard to get out before, now it must be impossible! Slowly standing up, I'm already as horny as before the armbinder dropped away. Then I walked around again, this time in fact blind. My fear give me a adrenaline surge and I panicked.
This time I don't even need to imagine things, my situation is distressing enough: I'm full covered in rubber, wearing stumbling high heels, plugged, tightly bound and gagged, completely blind, I can't even hear well and the continuous shocks on my sensitives spots are more uncomfortable than ever. Oh god! What I got into? Now I don't even know where I'm walking to! Is this the kitchen or the living room?
Not able to containing my panic anymore, I let it all out: "Hmmmmlp!!!" (Heeeelp!!!)
Struggling with all my heart, I keep screaming: "Plmhfm hmlp!!!" (Please help!!!)
My arms quickly going numb …
I lost control over my breathing again, my heart beating fast …
the plugs teasing me madly ...
with my knees trembling and my ankles aching, I barely can walk …
struggling, kicking, shaking my body, I did everything, but despite all my efforts, not a single thing would loosen out of place ...
I really did a very good job binding myself this time. I imagine i would be stuck like this for all the weekend, walking around helpless, until my mother comes back on monday … Would I be able to sleep? Or drink something?! I'll probably go crazy! These thoughts only helped to increase my panic even more. Not capable of walk anymore, I kneel on a carpeted floor, where I continue my ordeal. I keep struggling hopelessly, my body begging for release in more than one way: "Hmmmmlp!!!" (Heeeelp!!!)
Then when I was too exhausted to go on, something happened ... I somehow hit the shock controller and I think something clicked in place ... Almost as an act of revenge, because of how I called it 'a cheap chinese product' earlier, now the pulse shocks are unbearably strong!!!
My nipples, my armpits, my sides, my groin, everything is in a hellish pain. My muscles spasm uncontrollably.
"MMMMHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
If I was not gagged this time, I have sure even my mother would hear my screams.
I hopelessly and mindless try to reach the controller somehow. Oh God! Please make it stop!!
When I thought that nothing wrong could happen anymore, one of my struggles bumped on the pump, inflating the butt plug ...
"MMMMHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
I can't even think clearly anymore ...
After who knows how much time, I was able to displace the controller from my back, throwing it away, and when it hit the floor, the devilish thing turned off. Soon after, I collapsed on the floor and passed out.
***** Nightmare *****
Where am I? Everything is dark ... and hot ... and tight ...
I'm laying on the floor, entirely exhausted, I can't move a single muscle ...
What is this sound? A voice? I don't have sure, my hearing is still muffled, I think someone trying to speak to me …
"Are you ok? Hey! Are you listening to me?"
I reply with a weak moan: "mhuu."
The voice: "You are still alive I see. Wait a moment."
Then the unknown person removed my blindfold. It took me a few seconds to get used to the lighting to be able to see again..
The voice: "There. Can you see me?"
Focusing on the person I immediately recognized her: She is the tormentor of my dreams, my brunette doppelganger.
She: "Hi there little bondage girl! How are you?"
She is wearing the same black rubber catsuit and the black 4" high heels pump that I first found in my mother's wardrobe.
She: "Do you like how I look?"
She strikes a pose, arching her back and bringing her hands up to her beautiful dark hair. Oh my, she is gorgeous! Like a perfect dominatrix!
She: "Oh, thank you my dear."
It's like she can read my thoughts.
She: "Here, let me return your kindness."
She gently removes my armbinder, kneels above me and gives me a nice massage on my back. This feels sooooo good! Even though this is a dream, it seems so real! She keep going, massaging my arms and legs.
She: "Are you feeling better bondage girl?"
I reply with another weak moan: "mhuu."
She: "Now, let's start our fun shall we?"
Me: "Mhhu??"
She: "Come on! Seeing you struggling in panic back there, screaming hopeless in your gag, entirely helpless, gave me so many fun ideas."
my eyes widen in fear.
She: "How about this one: you are trying to go back home, but you are stuck wearing this outrageous gear, then you have to carefully make your way during the night, hiding from all the people on street. Almost there a hooker caughts you and decides to teach you a lesson ..."
I shake my head: "Nhh!"
She: "No? Ok, then how about this one: your friends takes you to a strip club, arriving there they decide to do a little prank, they force you to wear this gear and leave you there. You helpless walk around asking for help but people mistake you with a planned show. You call a lot of attention, then the others strippers get very jealous and ..."
Again I shake my head: "Nhh! Nhh!!"
She says angry: "What's the problem bondage girl?! You are starting to piss me off!"
Not this time! I'm to tired to be her bondage toy, I decided to fight back. Then I shout: "Nhh hrm nht rmhl! Nh mhttmr whht nhh dh th mm, whnt bm rmhl!" (You are not real! No matter what you do to me, won't be real!)
She slowly approached my ear and speaks with very serious tone: "So, is that how it is?"
I shivered and immediately regret what I just did.
She: "I'm not real, huh?" She grabbed my arms and pinned them together behind my back. I still don't have the strength to move or prevent anything.
She: "Doesn't matter what I do, won't be real." My arms are shoved inside the armbinder.
She gets really close to my ear and speaks quietly: "Let's see if this is real enough for you."
I'm really scared now. She continues to work on the armbinder; this time the straps don't go straight over my shoulder in each side, they are crossed in front of my chest and buckled to the opposite side on my back. Then she loosens the laces, my heart racing. What is she doing now? Then she gives a hard tug upwards. My hands go really deep inside the armbinder now, pressing tightly together palm to palm, my fingers tips touching, not able to separate my wrists even a fraction of inch apart. A couple of tugs more and then she tightened the laces again, this time much more tight than before, each lace is pulled multiple times until there is not a single millimeter gap.
When my elbows touch together I cry out: "MMhhh!!"
She: "Hold your breath, we are far from finish."
Then she finish the laces with a overcomplicated knot in the end. She slides her fingers under each strap, adjusting their position, thoroughly removing any slack and re-buckling them absurdly tight, to the point they would hurt my skin if not the catsuit.
She: "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back."
I don't even need to try to move my arms to know how cruelly tight the armbinder is now and, when I thought It couldn't get any worse, my tormentor comes back bringing two thick leather belts; they are short but 3" wide and very sturdy, the belts are double perforated and the buckles have double pins.
"Actually, these comes together with the armbinder. See, there are a couple of anchors to fixing them in position." She says while guides the belts through the loops, one belt on my wrists and another above my elbows.
"There are impossible to wear without external help, luck for you I can help you with that." She pulls the belt on my wrists very hard, the leather squeaks, then she buckles it very tight!
Now I can't move my hands apart even a millimeter inside the armbinder. Even if both shoulder straps were released, I probably still wouldn't be able to get my hands out!
She grabs the belt above my shoulder and says: "This one can be a little uncomfortable."
Me: "Nh! fthp!!" (No! Stop!!)
She ignores me and pulls the belt very hard again.
I scream in pain: "MMMHHHhhhmmmm!!!"
She buckles it agonizing tight and says: "So, not real enough?"
I hate to admit, but in fact, the feeling is perfectly real, can not be denied.
"Still feeling brave." She says laughing, while picks up the shock controller from the ground.
my eyes go wide in fear.
She: "I'm waiting your answer."
Almost in tears I try to encourage myself, I cannot give up now, I must not!
The sound of the battery being put back in place make my heartbeat goes crazy.
She gets really close and whispers in my ear: "Last chance."
Oh God!
She: "Well, was ..."
Me: "Hmm fhrrn! Hmm fhrrn! Plmhfm, fhrgnvm mm!" (I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please, forgive me!)
She: "Then about what you said to me earlier... "
Me: "Hm whf lnnng! Thnf fmmlf prmttn rmhl! Nhh hrm prmttn fghrn rmhl!" (I was lying! This feels pretty real! You are pretty scary real!)
She says in a playful voice: "Ok, but I still don't know if I should forgive you ... You really deserve a punishment."
Me: "Plmhfm! Hm bmg nhh! Hm dh hnnthnng." (Please! I beg you! I will do anything.)
She: "Anything you say? Hummm..." She walk around in circles thinking.
I stay motionless and completely defeated.
She approaches me again and says: "How about that: the next time after you reach climax, do a favor for us both and don't accept any easy way out. No matter how exhausted you are, I want you to try to get out yourself. Can you do that?"
Without option, I agree nodding my head.
She ask in a serious tone: "Do you promise?"
Me: "Hm prhmnfm." (I promise.)
"Right!" She disconnects all the cables of the shock controller and pets my head smiling. Then she puts the blindfold back on me and whisper in my ear: "This feels very exciting, doesn't It?"
She left me and I slowly lose my consciousness...