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My Bondage History Part 6 by The Bitch
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My Bondage History
Part 6
by The Bitch
One Friday afternoon, in anticipation of a long, exciting
weekend, I decided to try something even more elaborate than just
greet Charlie at the door in my maid's uniform. I dressed as
usual in the black rubber stockings, panties and bra, and high-
heeled shoes. I once again struggled into the form-fitting
maid's dress and put on the apron and cap. Then, using a short
piece of clothesline, I tied my wrists together in front of me as
tightly as I could. This was difficult, but using my well
trained tongue and thumbs, I managed to tie them fairly tightly.
Then I placed the rubber penis gag deep in my mouth and attached
the straps around my head as tightly as I could. This was pretty
hard, since my wrists were tied, but I managed to get the gag
pretty tight. Using the small air-pump, I pumped up the gag so
that its penis shape completely filled my mouth. I couldn't wait
for Charlie to get home so I could have his cock replace the
rubber one!
Sitting on the floor, I pulled my legs up close to my chest,
and wrapped my arms around my knees. Stretching as far as I
could, I managed to get my bound wrists around one of my feet,
and then the other. Then using another short piece of rope, I
tied my ankles together snugly. The last piece of rope went
around my legs just above my knees, and I rolled over and slowly
stretched myself out. I was now bound hand and foot, my wrists
tied, my ankles and knees roped, and my face full of rubber
penis. I tested the bindings, and was satisfied that I looked as
if someone else had tied me. I rolled and inched my way closer
to the door, knelt up and awaited my Charlie's return.
The key fit in the lock. Of course I couldn't answer the
door like I usually did, I could only wait while he let himself
in. When his eyes fell upon me, kneeling there bound hand and
foot, I could see his erection growing by leaps and bounds. I
knew I was in for a mad, passionate lovemaking session. He set
his briefcase down and walked out of the room, leaving me to
kneel there wondering.
He came back from the bedroom in a few minutes, carrying a
dog collar and leash. He placed the collar around my neck, and
attached the leash. Untying my ankles but leaving my knees tied
together, he stood me up and led me by the leash to the bedroom.
I couldn't protest, but could only hobble as quickly as I could
behind him. Once in the bedroom, he placed two leather cuffs on
my ankles, connected them with a double snap-hook, and untied the
rope around my knees. He put leather cuffs on my arms just above
my elbows and connected them with another snap-hook. Then he
untied my wrists, and using two more leather cuffs, connected
them as well.
He led me over to the corner of the room, and after taking
down the hanging plant, he tied a rope around my wrists and
attached it to the hook in the ceiling. He pulled the rope taut
so that I was bent over from the waist with my hands and arms
extended up in the air behind my back. There I stood, bent at
the waist, my arms bound behind me, my mouth full of rubber
penis, my head against the corner of the bedroom wall, my rear
end helplessly exposed, waiting to serve Charlie's any and every
whim. And I didn't have to wait long!
Charlie approached quietly, and suddenly slapped my rubber-
covered ass with his bare hand. Surprised, I jerked against the
rope and the wall, but couldn't move more than an inch or two.
He slapped me a second time, harder, and I grunted in pain.
Confused, I didn't know whether this was punishment for my
earlier actions (maybe he wanted to tie me up, not have me
already tied when he got home?) or if he was just trying
something new. He spanked me hard for about a minute, and then
began stroking and rubbing my rubber-encased legs and ass. He
stroked my pussy outside my panties, and then slowly worked his
fingers inside the waistband and pulled them down to just above
my knees. He stroking became more and more intense, and the
fingers of his other hand enter my cunt, sliding in and out,
wriggling inside, teasing my clit outside, getting me wetter and
wetter. He took his already wet fingers and poked around my
rectum, sliding one finger, then two, then finally three fingers
into my asshole. Then he stopped, stepped back, and removed his
pants and underwear (I guess, I couldn't really see him). A
moment later he was sliding his cock into my cunt, and pumping
furiously in and out, bracing himself with his hands around my
upper thighs. He slowed, then pulled out of my vagina
completely, and I felt his prick pressing against the opening to
my rectum. With slow in and out movements, getting a little
deeper inside my asshole each time, he managed to insert his cock
to its full length. As he paused, I could almost feel the blood
pumping through his cock, and my excitement grew. He began
stroking in and out again, faster and faster, pumping my ass,
fingering and rubbing my clit, until I could stand it no more. I
shuddered with orgasmic delight as he continued to pound into me
until he too exploded in ecstasy.
He remained in me a few moments, and then withdrew, dried us
both off, and pulled my panties back up around my waist. I was
exhausted and was ready for a well-earned nap. If things went
according to our usual routine, Charlie would untie me and we
would both lie down and fall into a deep sleep to recover from
our exertions. But Charlie had other plans. He patted my behind
smartly, and left me bound, bent over and attached to the ceiling
by the rope, as he sprawled out on the bed for a nap. His only
comment to me was that if I could tie myself, I could free
myself!
Since the rope that held my wrists to the ceiling was tied
to the snap-hooks, if I could unfasten the my wrists, I would
also be unhooked from the ceiling. I struggled for quite a while
before I managed to get the wrist cuffs in position so that I
could reach the snap-hooks and remove them. I knelt down and
unhooked my ankles, but there was no way I could unfasten the
cuffs at my elbows, so I just walked over to the bed and lying
down on my side, fell fast asleep.
When I awoke sometime in the early morning hours, Charlie
was still snoring softly next to me in bed. I found that my
elbows were unfastened, and the elbow cuffs as well as my wrist
and ankle cuffs and dog collar had been removed. Charlie must
have awakened to see if I was OK. I snuggled up close to him and
smiled to myself. I just knew he wouldn't have left me chained
up standing there all night!
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