## Payed Vacation... (F/M) 17+

Post by FuzzySocks19 » Fri Mar 31, 2017 10:50 pm

!!Warning!!
(This reading is 17+. Do not continue reading unless you are prepared for graphic content)
Ah, the weekend. A time of relaxation.
Sitting here on the couch, in pajamas, watching TV, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Thank goodness I don't have to work today. Watching TV is a much better past time than working with a team of idiots who think they know better.
I say I don't have to work today. What I mean is that I don't have to work all week. Whoever thought of payed vacations deserves one himself.
I'm sitting on the couch, under a soft, heavy blanket, wearing pajama pants one size too big, so that they are really baggy, as well as a plain t-shirt and black fuzzy socks with a red toe and heel. That's the best part. Just thinking about them gets my blood pumping.
My hand reaches under the blanket and slowly, meticulously unties the drawstring. I'm pulling at the string...
BANG. The front door slams open and my hand flies away from the string. My head snaps up to assess the new arrival. I can just barely make out the silhouette. My eyes adjust and I realize it is my girlfriend, Jessie. Jessie and I met at work, first through a mutual friend, then as team members. Not long after, I asked her out to dinner, and we got to know each other pretty well. A little too well. I had accidentally let slip my favorite past time: bondage. And soon she would learn my more embarrassing hobby.
Jessie was the first thing I noticed. The next was that she was holding a black roll of duct tape. She strode quickly to where I sat on the couch, still in a stunned daze. She threw the blanket off of me and sat in my lap, facing me, weighing me down. She grabbed my hands and wrapped them together with the duct tape, wrapping it all over my wrists and covering my fists closed so that I couldn't move my fingers. Then she pinned my arms to my chest and wrapped the tape around my body, so that I looked like I was praying.
"Jessie, what are you-"
"Quiet," she snapped. "Don't say a word, and maybe I won't punish you." I obeyed. This was too exciting to screw up.
She stood up and bent over, wrapping the tape around my ankles, scrunching the baggy pajama pants together. I was now immobilized. She stood up straight, satisfied that I wasn't going anywhere, and moved to the next step in her plan. She shut the front door and locked it, as I should have done (lesson learned). She shuttered all of the windows, shutting out the natural light and plunging the room into darkness. She paused to switch the lights on, flooding the center of the room with golden, artificial light. Now we were closed in, with no one to see us on the outside.
Jessie walked back to the couch, staring down at me, and I up at her. "Hi, Matthew," she chirped, as if now was the time to exchange salutations.
"Hi, Jessie. If I may ask, how do you know where I live?"
"Oh, I asked our mutual friend. You know, you're not that hard to find. Just for the record, I'm not a stalker. I just thought it would be nice to spend some quality time together, you know? Get to know each other. So I figured, what better time to have a party than on vacation?"
Suddenly a flash of panic struck me; insignificant in light of my excitement, but panic nonetheless. This was not how I had intended to spend my vacation. I was not prepared for this. I did not want to be humiliated like this!
"Jessie, I think we should take it slower."
"Whoops, did you forget the first rule?" she asked smugly. "Don't say a word, didn't I say that? Something similar, at least. And now I'm going to have to punish you. After all, you've said quite a few words so far." She winked at me, and I felt excited once again. Punishment? Sounds like fun.
"Excuse me, for a moment," she said, and she wandered out of the room, leaving me alone on the couch. Despite the humiliation of being tied up in my own home, and the forthcoming punishment, this was the most awkward moment of the weekend. I decided to test my bonds. They were surprisingly stretchy. I pulled my arms away from my chest, and with some effort, I broke the tape. At that moment, Jessie re-entered the room.
She was carrying a drawer with her. Looks like she pulled it straight out of my bureau. Then I knew. She had found my sock drawer. I have a sock collection that is too large to fit into the sock drawer, so I keep it in my closet. My collection houses a whole variety of socks, ranging from long to short, cotton to wool, plain to decorative. Hopefully, she hasn't found it yet, because socks aren't the only thing I keep there. My sock drawer, however, holds socks that I wear on a day-to-day basis, like ankle socks and black socks. It's not the only thing in there though. I also keep my bondage equipment in there, stuffed in the back and underneath.
As she returned, my eyes went to the drawer she was holding, and her eyes went to the broken tape. Her eyes widened and she frowned. "Oh no, look what you've done. I was thinking of appeasing your earlier punishment, but now I'm going to have to double it." Her frown stretched into a big smile, and now I was afraid of her punishment. It's a good thing she hasn't found my toys yet.
Jessie dumped the contents of the drawer onto the floor next to my fuzzy socks. Out came socks, rope, leather straps, ball gags, and more rolls of duct tape. To add to this, Jessie brought her own supplies.
"I need to run out to my car to grab the supplies I brought with, so you will have to hold tight." She grabbed her roll of duct tape and reapplied the tape to my arms, even more so this time. She even locked my elbows in place. Finally, she used the rest of the tape on my ankles, applying tape to up to my calves. Now I could barely struggle, much less break the tape. I was truly trapped.
Jessie scooted me forward and gently lowered me to the ground. Then she took her long brown boots off to reveal her own gray, wool, boot socks. They were scrunched together and folding over themselves, but they reached all the way up to below her knee. Even though they were gray, some spots were darker with sweat. Those are probably for later, I thought absently. My eyes moved down to her feet, where she had a much smaller pair of plain ankle socks on. These were also drenched with sweat. Jessie peeled one of them off, balled it up, and shoved it into my mouth. Quickly, she then wrapped duct tape around my head, sealing her juicy sock in my mouth.
Once she was satisfied, she threw the tape away from her and stood up, marvelling at her work. But she was not done. Oh boys and girls, she was far from it.
"I'm going to run out to my car to get the rest of my supplies now. You just sit here and be a good boy." And with that she opened the door and slipped out, closing it shut behind her, leaving me alone in the same room I had started out in, but in a much, much different situation.
How would you tie me up? I'm 6'1", male, and very skinny. I'm wearing soft, fuzzy pajamas, and long fuzzy socks. Please PM me. Don't be afraid to get a little naughty

### Re: Payed Vacation... (F/M) 17+

Post by FuzzySocks19 » Tue Apr 11, 2017 5:46 pm

Part 2
It seemed like I had been lying there on the floor, arms and legs bound beyond escape, sucking on the sour-sweet sock that had been so gracefully shoved in my mouth, for hours. In all reality, it was only five minutes.
The front door opened and bright, natural flooded the room, then disappeared as the door was shut, leaving only the dingy old look of the electric light.
I could barely lift my head to see who it was that had wandered in here, but I knew it was Jessie. She had brought her supplies back from her car and now fun times would ensue.
But the person looming over me was not Jessie, and now I was truly frightened. I suddenly realized how vulnerable my body was, and I began to struggle in my bonds.
The silhouette - I couldn't see the person's face because the light was shining in my eyes - looming over me crooned, in an effeminate voice, "Oh, now, we can't have any of that; none of that indeed. You're going to have to be re-taught."
I realized this voice was familiar. The person bent down closer to my face, and I could see. It was Jessie's and my mutual friend, Harper. Looks like Jessie brought along more than her "supplies". She had brought an accomplice.
"My, my, it's so nice to see you helpless and squirming," she said, clearing savoring the moment. She would have many more to savor. "Although, we'll show you just what good squirming will get you." She lightly patted my cheek and turned her attention to the rope and tape. "Well, I guess I'll get started while we wait for Jessie to get back."
I could once again feel my boner pressing against my pajama pants, anxious to see what would become of me. Maybe this would be fun. Maybe it won't take all{/i] week long. I couldn't be more wrong.
Harper assessed her new inventory of bondage material. I didn't have to look; I knew already what was there. 100 feet of nylon rope, three industrial sized rolls of tape, a ball gag with a harness to fit over the head, and a mound of ankle socks. And that didn't even account for whatever Jessie had brought along.
"Ohhh, I am gonna truss you up like a Thanksgiving turkey!" she cried happily, and picked up a length of rope. There were four lengths of rope, each 25 feet long.
Harper produced a pocket knife from her purse and set the purse on the couch. She used the knife to cut the tap connecting my arms to my chest. She pulled that tape off and threw it aside. Then she produced a pair of handcuffs and attached them to my wrists before cutting the tape off my hands. I stretched my aching fingers, relieved to feel blood flowing through them. She brought my knees up to my chest and, stretching my arms, put them through the loop of my arms, putting my hands behind my back. Then she rolled me on my stomach. My penis pressed even harder into the ground, and I grunted into the sock, now completely devoid of any sweat.
Harper spanked my butt and a cry rose in my throat, but I quickly forced it back down. The handcuffs had only been temporary. Now she sat on my, legs to both sides of my body, so that I couldn't struggle when she took them off. As if I would want to. I wouldn't have gotten very far anyway.
She forced my arms together the long way, with my hands down near my butt and my elbows touching each other. She put the two ends of the rope together and snaked it through her hands until she held the loop at the end. She put this under my wrists and fed the rope through the loop, cinching my wrists tightly together. Then she wrapped the doubled rope around my arms over and over until she reached my elbow, at which point there was still half the rope there, so she pulled the rope in between my arms and back up to the wrists, where she crossed the rope in between them and brought them back up to my elbows. She repeated this once and tightened it. Now my arms could not move apart even an inch. She tied to rope around one wrist and that was that.
Now I heard the door open and beautiful light once again filled the room, only to be shut off by the sound of a closing door and a lock clicking into place, finalizing any hope I had of escape.
Jessie walked into the living room and set down a large box near my face. She turned to Harper and said, "Well, looks like you started without me. I'll just sit and watch you two have your fun." She walked over to the couch and plopped down. "Actually, Harp, could you move him over here? I have a fun idea."
Harper carefully dragged me over to where Jessie sat and left me facing Jessie's long, sweaty socks, while she continued wrapping me in rope. Jessie did, in fact, have a good idea. She used my face as a foot rest.
I didn't even try turning my face away. I knew deep down that it would result in punishment, but that wasn't the reason. I was loving this. I could hardly even tell what Harper was doing to me anymore. My whole existence were Jessie's feet, resting neatly on my upturned face. I didn't feel even a hint of humiliation. There was too much gratitude. I couldn't handle it anymore, and I exploded in my pants. The force of it knocked my butt back, and the convulsions rocked me back and forth. Harper must have thought I was struggling to escape and spanked me again. Jessie laughed at my struggling and pressed her sweaty socks down on my face even harder.
Jessie and I stayed in this position for quite a long time, until Harper declared that she was finished. I struggled lightly, careful not to let them see me, lest I be punished again. I found that my legs were locked in place, and that they had in fact been moved up to my butt. I felt ropes on my calves and thighs, but the tape was still around my ankles. No need to cut it off. That had been working just fine already.
More rope ran from my ankles to my wrists, even further locking them in place, and I could also feel rope wrapped around my chest and waist (although I couldn't remember her lifting me to get the rope underneath) , keeping my arms locked against my body. Despite my wrists already being attached to my body and my ankles, an extra amount of rope led from my wrists to my knees, where more rope kept them immobilized. I also found that rope had been wrapped around my feet, encasing my fuzzy socks together and attaching them to my wrists as well as well as more rope which was wrapped around my ankles as added protection against the tape which was already in place. Harper had been right. I was trussed up like a turkey.
"Wow," said Jessie. "I'm glad I brought you along. You seem to know what you're doing."
Harper looked devilishly at me and I cowered away from her. She said, "I've got some pretty fun ideas I've been itching to try, too. This is gonna be so much fun." [i]You said it, sister, I thought happily. But I didn't know the half of it.
"I can't wait to see what you have in mind," said Jessie. "Maybe we can have some fun with the supplies I brought, too." She tipped the box over and onto the floor, where I could see the contents that spilled out. I realized suddenly, with slight worry, that it didn't matter now if they found his collection. Jessie had brought her own.
Out of the box came a large pile of socks of all patterns and sizes, but all styled for a girl. Most of all there were long boot socks, much like the ones Jessie was currently sporting. But along with those were ankle socks, leg warmers, athletic socks, dress socks, cotton and wool socks, tube socks, and (my personal favorite) fuzzy socks. Oh but that wasn't all. Joining the socks were even more rope and tape, almost double the amount I already had. Along with those she also had numerous leather belts, leather hoods with zippers over the mouth and eyes, wool hats that were long enough to pull down over someone's head, chastity belts, and a sleeping bag.
"What should we start with?" asked Harper. This was going to be a long, long week.
How would you tie me up? I'm 6'1", male, and very skinny. I'm wearing soft, fuzzy pajamas, and long fuzzy socks. Please PM me. Don't be afraid to get a little naughty

### Re: Payed Vacation... (F/M) 17+

Post by xtc » Wed Apr 12, 2017 4:29 am

Sorry, I've only just caught up with this. Welcome to the board. Please carry on when ready.
I've deleted the repeated post.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Payed Vacation... (F/M) 17+

Post by Jayjayjay » Wed Apr 12, 2017 7:39 am

Great story!

### Re: Payed Vacation... (F/M) 17+

Post by linkedin » Thu Apr 13, 2017 1:38 pm

Awesome story! Can't wait for P2

### Re: Payed Vacation... (F/M) 17+

Post by FuzzySocks19 » Tue Apr 18, 2017 5:32 pm

Part 3
"What should we use first?" asked Harper. She perused the large inventory of socks and bondage material.
I was still bundled up with rope and tape, with a sock stuffed in my mouth. The sock was no longer sweaty, so at least it was bearable. Sitting above me, Jessie returned her socked feet to my face. She was still wearing her gray boot socks with a pink ankle sock on one foot. "Let's have some fun with him first. Since he's helpless to do anything about it."
Harper smiled and stepped over to me. She reached down and slapped my butt again. I mmphed into my gag, inhaling more of Jessie's boot smell.
I heard Jessie say, "Oh, don't hurt him, I just want him to have some fun."
Harper replied, "Fair enough, but you did say he was helpless. We're here to have fun too."
"Okay," Jessie replied. "His gag must be getting old by now." The pressure of Jessie's feet was removed from my face and I looked up into the faces of my captors. They were smiling devilishly. "Hey Harp, can you go get a glass of water? He must be drying up. Besides, he's going to need it, because he won't be getting much more for a while."
Harper left the room and Jessie stood up from the couch. She pushed the socks and rope closer to the wall to clear space on the floor. Then she grabbed the sleeping bag and rolled it out onto the lot she just cleared. She looked at me and winked, "We're going to need this."
Under the excitement that I felt at being completely trapped in the sleeping bag, I felt apprehensive. How long was I going to be in there? How hot and uncomfortable would it get? What if I became exhausted and got muscle cramps? That was the scariest realization.
Luckily, Jessie had made preparations to avoid such an event. Harper returned with the water. She noticed the sleeping bag and smiled devilishly. "Using the sleeping bag so soon? I figured we could play with him first."
Jessie stood up and said, "I want him to have a taste of desire, first, and control." She fished a small box out of her pocket and tipped it over into her hand. Out came a small purple capsule. Jessie took the water from Harper. She bent down to me and said, "Okay, Matthew, I'm going to take your gag out and give you this water. If you so much as speak, your time in the sleeping bag will double. Besides, there are many more ways we can punish you now that you are under our control. So, are you going to be a good boy and play along?"
I nodded. Jessie unwrapped the tape from my head and pulled out the sock. My mouth tasted like sandpaper. I smacked my lips a few times to get the saliva flowing. Jessie tipped the water towards my mouth and sweet, cool liquid washed through my mouth and down my throat, pushing the taste of the sock down and away. I felt the cool water travel down to my stomach, sending waves of coolness through my body. It was refreshing.
Jessie pulled the cup back, now half full. She held up the pill in front of my face and said, "This right here is a pill that will relax your muscles and your senses. You will feel tingly and very horny, but your muscles will not be strung out. No need to fear of muscle cramps and exhaustion. It may even make time pass by quicker." She put the pill in my mouth and I gladly gulped it down with the help of the water. She allowed me to drink the cup dry. Finally, she withdrew, and I knew my short break was over.
Jessie unzipped the sleeping bag and opened it wide. I could feel the pill already taking effect. i felt slightly dizzy, and my erection hardened even more. It felt fantastic. Jessie picked up a roll of tape and walked over to me. She pulled off her other ankle sock and pushed it in my mouth. Here comes the tape, I thought. But Jessie didn't stop there. She reached up her skirt and pulled off her panties, balling them up and stuffing them into my mouth. A whole new array of tastes flooded my mouth, and I nearly spit it all out. But she was quicker. Soon the tape was wrapped tightly around my head, and I could hardly utter a noise. Finally, she picked up a red and ivory wool hat and pulled it over my face, wrapping even more tape around the eyes and mouth. My head was packed in tight.
Now I could barely hear anything too. I felt hands grab me and push me onto the soft sleeping bag, which I now realized had a fur lining, which tickled my skin and felt like I was hogtied on a cloud. The air flow suddenly became very stale, and I realized they had zipped up the bag. Now I was trapped.\\
Still, I felt hands lifting me up in the bag, pulling something underneath me. When my arms tightened even more, I realized they were pulling belts around the bag. I felt another belt tighten around my legs and around my shoulders. As if I wasn't already incapable of escaping. Now there were no noises around me, and I receded into my own mind. My penis pressed even harder against my pajama pants as I struggled in my bonds. When I realized that was making it hotter in the bag, I stopped and simply resigned myself to my new predicament. Now, I would wait.
How would you tie me up? I'm 6'1", male, and very skinny. I'm wearing soft, fuzzy pajamas, and long fuzzy socks. Please PM me. Don't be afraid to get a little naughty

### Re: Payed Vacation... (F/M) 17+

Post by Shadesflirty » Wed Apr 19, 2017 9:09 pm

really nice. Can't wait for more. Love dominant female, sub male stories.

### Re: Payed Vacation... (F/M) 17+

Post by FuzzySocks19 » Mon May 08, 2017 2:19 pm

Part 4
Darkness and sweat were the only thing I knew. I had stopped struggling a long time ago, or maybe only a few minutes ago, there really was no way of telling. My skin crawled and buzzed in a nice, satisfying way that made my erection press into the ground again. It hurt, but it felt too nice to object. The fur lining of the sleeping bag tickled my bare arms, making me even hornier. The only problem I had with this was boredom. Nothing to do but pretend like I wanted out. My throat was dry, so I wanted some more water, and I wanted some fresh air to breathe and feel on my skin, but truly what I wanted was to jerk off.
I knew what the girls were doing. They were teasing me, building me up and torturing me with control. It didn't matter to me, I just wanted sweet, sweet relief. On top of that, I was beginning to feel a slight pressure in my stomach, telling me that I needed to use the restroom. The only downside to doing that was that it would definitely kill my boner. Oh, but it was beginning to hurt!
I fruitlessly tugged on the ropes and tape, moaning my displeasure. I heard footsteps (or felt them, really) and suddenly I was being rolled. Now I was on my arms, now I was back on my belly, back on my arms, on and on until I hit something. It must have been the couch. I waited to see what would happen. I was now lying on my arms and legs, and it kind of hurt, but the feeling of vulnerability as my unprotected bulge pointed upwards was greater. Suddenly, someone sat down in the couch and rested their feet on top of my stomach.
The feet rubbed my stomach and made their way to my erection, rubbing and pushing, teasing me ever more than before. The feet even came so far up as my face, pushing lightly and causing me to moan and mmph into the socks and panties which invaded my mouth. Soon I felt another pair of feet join in, rubbing my legs and crotch while the other pair rubbed my upper body and face. I could feel myself rising to a climax. Sweet relief! It was in sight.
Suddenly the feet stopped and my climax died back down. I moaned louder, pleading for them to continue, but they would not. The feet only rolled my back onto my belly. I heard a zipping sound and was blasted by unbelievably refreshing air. The belts came off and the sleeping bag was fully opened. More hands pulled me out of the bag and back onto the floor. They removed the tape over my face and finally the wool cap, bringing back my vision. Jessie stood above me, holding the tape and hat. She threw them aside and said, "Well, you've been in there for a few hours, I think it's time we have some fun with something else."
She began to undo the ropes holding my legs and arms together. After a few minutes, I was able to stand and stretch my legs, feeling the blood rush back into them and the muscles loosen up. My hands were still tied behind my back, but not so tightly bound as before. Jessie even allowed me to bring my arms in front of my body, relaxing my shoulders and back. It felt very good, but I still needed to use the bathroom. Jessie must have known this, because she said, "Alright, so here's what's on the schedule. The time right now is 8:00 PM, so it's nearly bed time. You need to get ready for bed. You're already in your pajamas, so that's good. We will feed you, allow you to use the restroom and brush your teeth, and then go to sleep. Although, with what we have planned for tonight, you might not get much sleep." She smirked and my heart fell.
Jessie picked something off the ground, and I realized I hadn't seen it before. I must have missed it when it tumbled out of the box. It was a collar. She attached it to my neck, and then a small piece of rope to the ring on the front. I was her pet now.
She pulled me into the kitchen and sat me down at the table. Heather was preparing some of the canned soup that I had in my pantry. She pushed a bowl of tomato soup in front of me. I stared back at her, wondering if she would notice the obstruction in my mouth. She looked back at me and said, "I'm going to take your gag out now and give you some water. Then you will eat your food. However, you will do so in absolute silence. Not a single word, got it?" I nodded vigorously.
"Good. If you say anything without permission, you will be punished far worse than what we have planned for you." Heather pulled the tape off and I spit the sock and panties out. Jessie gave me a glass of water, and I awkwardly grasped it, my wrists still bound together, and gulped it down. Then I grabbed the spoon and wolfed down the soup. It was delicious. I ate in silence like I had promised I would. When I finished, I drank some more water. Then I cleared my throat to get the girls' attention. Heather looked at me and I pointed at my crotch to indicate that I needed to use the restroom. She nodded.
Jessie pulled me from the chair with the rope still attached to the collar. We walked to the restroom, where I relieved myself. Thankfully, I found that thanks to the pill from earlier, my boner prevailed, stronger than ever. While in the bathroom, I brushed my teeth. I exited the bathroom. Jessie said, "Alright, ready for bed?" I nodded, not catching on to the bait.
Jessie smiled again and said, "Well, there is some preparation that needs to be done, so let's go to your room."
I shrugged and she led me to the living room, where she packed some of the equipment back into the box. She carried the box into my room, pulling me along like a dog. My room was relatively large, with posters on the wall of rock bands and anime. My bed sat in the middle of the back wall. It was a king-sized memory foam mattress, expensive but extremely comfortable. There were posts at each corner, and they stuck up about a foot, elegantly carved. Somehow they seemed out of place in the middle of this plain room, but their purpose served perfectly. Jessie said, "You're bed is perfect. I think this is going to be a lot of fun."
First Jessie tied my rope around one of the posts so that I couldn't leave. Jessie looked me up and down, her eyes resting on the fuzzy socks I still wore. She said, "Your socks must be very sweaty by now. Let's change 'em out for fresh ones." She bent down and lifted one of my legs up, peeling the sock off, then lifting up my other leg and peeling that sock off, pulling it off so that it was inside out. She stood back up and grabbed the tape from the box. I knew where this was going.
"Open up. This will keep you quiet during the night." I reluctantly opened my mouth and she stuffed first one fuzzy sock in, then the other. My cheeks bulged out like a chipmunk, and they ached. Jessie wrapped the tape again around my head several times, shutting the socks in my mouth. The bitter taste of my sweat seeped out and into my saliva, running down my throat. I moaned.
Jessie pulled out from the box a pair of pink fuzzy socks with light blue toe and heel. She pulled them onto my feet, and I felt slightly embarrassed and excited at the same time. "There," said Jessie. "Now doesn't that feel nice?" I mmphed into the fuzzy socks, as if in reply. My erection once again pushed against my pants.
Jessie seemed to notice and smiled. "You're going to love this, I know it. You're ready for relief aren't you?" I nodded enthusiastically. Would she finally give me satisfaction?
Jessie reached into the seam in my pants and underpants, grabbing my penis and pulling it out so that it hung out, straight and proud. Then she untied my rope from the post, untied my wrists, and ordered me to lay on the bed. I climbed on and laid down in the middle. I knew what she was thinking. She was going to tie me to the bed. This wouldn't be so bad.
Sure enough, she tied my ankles to each post at the foot of the bed, spreading them far apart. Then she tied each of my wrists to the posts at the head, making me spread eagle. Now I was vulnerable to whatever Jessie and Heather wanted to do to me. Hopefully, Jessie would really give me satisfaction and allow me to ejaculate. I wished very much for that.
Jessie sat down in the bed and snuggled up next to me, resting her head on my arm. She lifted her leg up and rubbed my penis with her long, grey, soft boot sock. Then she reached down, grabbed the erection, and pumped once... twice... a third time... and stopped. I moaned and pleaded for her to continue, thrusting my hips and hitting her leg with my dick. Jessie climbed off the bed and grabbed something else from the box. She looked at me and said, "Do you want relief?"
"Mmmph, mmmhmm mmmhmm mmmmph!"
"Alright," was all she said, and pulled a long tube over my penis. The inside was soft and wet. It was connected to a switch with a dial, which Jessie turned slightly. The tube began to pulse and stroke my penis, which felt absolutely amazing. It was agonizingly slow however. It wasn't enough. "I'm going to check back with you in about thirty minutes," Jessie said.
"MMPH! MMhmmhmmm mmmph!"
"Yes, I know you want relief, but for now, I'm going to let you build up even more. Thirty minutes, hon." Jessie left, and I struggled against the ropes holding me to the bed. It was torture. The tube was teasing me. The thirty minutes felt like hours, and when Jessie finally returned, I was sweating feverishly, pushing and hoping for the climax to come. Jessie entered the room and I moaned with glee. Now she would give me what I so longed for!
"Alright, it's bed time. Do you still want relief?"
"MMPH! MMPH! Mmmhmmm!"
"Careful what you wish for, Pet," Jessie said as she turned the dial. "You just might get it."
The tube pumped faster and faster, and in no time I reached the climax. It was like an explosion. All of my relief and happiness flowed through and out my penis in a great big flow, and it was ecstatic. But that wasn't the end. Oh no, far from it.
"Good night, Pet," said Jessie, and she turned off the light and closed the door. The tube continued to pump and pump, slightly vibrating, and now that I had came, it tickled my penis immensely, and I cringed away from it, but it was stuck on. It kept pumping and pumping, pushing me towards the edge a second time, only this time I didn't want it. The machine tickled my penis and I couldn't stop it, and it was agony. I moaned loudly, hoping the feeling would pass, but soon I came again and the feeling started all over. Jessie had been right. This would be a long night.
How would you tie me up? I'm 6'1", male, and very skinny. I'm wearing soft, fuzzy pajamas, and long fuzzy socks. Please PM me. Don't be afraid to get a little naughty