Having had nothing to drink the day before, Keira woke up dry. She couldn't remember the last time she'd woken on a Saturday without a pounding headache, a mouth that felt like sandpaper, and worst of all, lying in a puddle of her own urine.
She had to admit that lying clear-headed in the arms of her boyfriend was the much-preferred option.
"Good morning, darling" Jamie's voice was still thick with sleep.
"Morning, my sexy man," Kiera chirped jubilantly.
"How come you're so full of the joys of spring," Jamie rubbed his bleary eyes.
Kiera bounced out of bed and opened the blinds, "it's Saturday... the sun is shining, the birds are singing, I'm here with the man I love," she climbed back into the bed, nestled under the covers and quietly added, "and I'm not wet."
Suddenly Jamie was wide awake.
"That's right," he sat up "you didn't go out last night."
Keira smiled coyly and shook her head, "no, I much rather stay in with you. In fact," she added as Jamie gathered her into a hug, "I told them that I wouldn't be joining them anymore... if that's okay with you," she tagged on hesitantly.
"Are you kidding me?" Jamie kissed her fervently, "I never really liked you going out drinking like that, it wasn't good for you, and it certainly wasn't good for my bed," he chuckled.
"Shut up," Keira blushed and threw a pillow at him.
"Oh shut up indeed, I'll show you shut up," and he drowned out any retort she might think of with his tongue probing her mouth.
As Jamie explored her mouth and body with his tongue, Kiera suddenly became acutely aware that she was wearing her nappy, and she tried to wriggle out of it before his tongue made its way down to the promised land.
Jamie placed a reassuring hand on her abdomen, "no, no darling. Leave it on."
He got out of bed and rummaged at the back of his cupboard for a minute before returning. Keira tried to sit up to see what he had found, but he pushed her back down.
"Do you trust me, sweetheart?" he asked her.
"Implicitly," she replied, her voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. She didn't doubt her trust but wondered what she had just let herself in for.
He pulled the covers off her and threw them on the floor. The pillows joined the heap soon after. Very soon she was lying spread-eagled on the centre of the bed wearing nothing but her nappy.
Jamie started with the rope; he bound her wrists together, lifted her arms, and tied them to the headboard. Next, he created a loop tie round her ankle and fastened the other end of the rope to the leg of the bed. He repeated this with her other ankle.
She was now spread wide for him, immobilised, her face wearing an expression of disbelief combined with awe.
He then produced the large wand vibrator and grinned lasciviously as Keira's eyes opened wide. She was familiar with that vibrator; it was lethal. Last time he tried to use it on her, it had almost vibrated her clit off, which is how it ended up at the back of his cupboard in the first place.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he reassured her with a sly smile, "there will be no mutilation of cunt via vibrator today."
And then, in a movement so quick, she didn't see it coming, he covered her eyes with a padded blindfold. Her world, for now, was in total darkness.
He then worked a crotch harness around her waist and used the harness to position the wand against her clit.
She yelped as he turned the vibrator on at its highest speed. The vibrations were so intense they shook her entire body, but with the padded protection of the nappy, she didn't have to worry about her clit being sanded off.
Instead, she settled into the sensation. Even with the extra padding, the vibrations were strong and very soon she felt her clit tingle and her pussy judder to orgasm. From within her nappy, she could feel her cunt leaking its lustful fluids as her clit throbbed beneath the vibrating wand. Her pussy kept dripping its mewlings as, once again, her rosebud nub danced to climax. With each orgasm, arousal kept pouring out of her, and when her third and fourth orgasm followed, her pussy spurted its juices, baptising her in lust.
Jamie watched her struggling against the rope, the sensation in her groin increasingly intensifying as she tried desperately to close her legs to find some relief; to stop the assault on her now engorged and very sensitive clit. Her fifth orgasm had her screaming out, "please please Jamie... I can't... I can't cum anymore... oh no,"... she cried out as orgasm number six ripped through her body.
She flailed about, trying to free herself from the rope that tied her wrists to the headboard, as orgasm number seven elicited a torrent of pleas and her cunt released a fresh flood of sanctifying release.
"I can't... I can't... I can't..." she kept repeating like a prayer, tears beginning to seep out from beneath her blindfold.
Finally, she heard Jamie's voice,"yes, you can. One more."
"No, no... I can't..." she shook her head violently.
"Yes, you can. For me."
Those final two words were the orgasmic amen she needed to submit to one more sanctification.
Immediately after her eighth climax, Jamie switched off the vibrator, quickly followed by removing the blindfold. He wiped the tears from her eyes and lay down next to her, gently stroking her hair.
"Good girl, sweetheart, you did so well."
As her ragged panting subsided, he reached up and untied her wrist rope so he could hold her properly. Her legs were still bound to the bed so she couldn't fold into him the way she wanted, but for now, just being able to touch him was enough.
"You okay, darling?" he asked after her breathing was back to normal. She nodded.
"Good," he grinned, "I'm not quite done with you yet."
Her eyes widened.
"Don't worry, sweetie, I'm not going to make you cum again. Not unless you want to" he teased.
He kissed her on her lips and got off the bed. He made his way to the foot of the bed, leaned over, and opened her nappy.
"My my my, what a mess we have made," he remarked as he surveyed her night-time protection saturated in cunt juices, "it's a good job I didn't let you take this off earlier, isn't it, sweetheart?"
