Author's Note:
This is a shortish little piece I wrote largely for my own amusement. For some reason, an image got stuck in my mind of a door opening to reveal a bound woman impaled on a dildo pole, and I wanted to write a story around how she might have gotten into such a predicament. The woman-as-poker-prize theme is hardly original, but I wanted to see what I could do with my own take on it. I hope you find it as amusing to read as it was to write.
As I stood in the dark, naked, bound and gagged, all I could think of was "How the fuck did I let myself get talked into this?"
The rope holding my wrists behind my back didn't hurt - Seth is an expert bondage rigger, and he would never tie me up in any way that cut off circulation or risked nerve damage - but after an hour or more, it was certainly starting to chafe. The wide strip of microfoam tape that sealed my lips didn't hurt either, although it probably would when it eventually got peeled off. It was the fat dildo seated in my snatch that was getting really tiresome.
Normally I really like having toys inserted into various parts of my body. The problem with this particular toy was that it was attached to a pole which in turn was securely attached to the floor. The rest of my restraints were really more or less for show. With my feet in stiletto heals, there was no way I could get enough flex to lever myself off. Believe me, I tried for quite a while before I gave up and decided to save my energy. It was truly the infamous "one bar prison."
When I'm the grand prize in one of Seth's poker nights, I usually sit with my wrists and ankles cuffed to a straight chair, which holds my legs apart and lets Seth's buddies get a good look at what they're playing for. As a result, I can amuse myself by watching the game and speculating on which player is going to end up with not only all the chips but also my ass.
It's really quite clever the way Seth has set it up. Each player starts with a stake of one hundred dollars worth of chips, except for one, decided by lot, who gets fifty dollars in chips plus the key to my cuffs, also assigned a play value of fifty dollars. It doesn't take a very long run of bad luck before the possessor of the key has to either bet it or swap it with another player for more chips. The key changes hands throughout the night until eventually one player ends up with all the chips plus the key, which he can use to unlock my cuffs, reposition me however he chooses and fuck me any way he likes. The others get to watch and cheer him on. Everybody wins one way or another, including me, since being tied up and fucked is the high point of my night.
This time, however, when I walked into the poker parlour, there was no straight chair in the corner. Instead, there was a tall wooden box that looked uncomfortably like an extra-large coffin set on end. The door was open and I could see the dildo pole screwed to the floor. I had seen enough porn to know exactly what it was for.
"Are you joking, Seth? Surely you don't expect me to let you shove that thing in my pussy and lock me in a box."
"Come on, Amber. Aren't you tired of being cuffed to the chair and ogled by the boys every Saturday night? This'll change it up - you'll get to try out a new restraint system and the boys'll have an element of mystery added to their game."
I was still dubious, but I stayed with my submissive role and did what he said. I had to admit that it was an interesting change to have my wrists bound with rope instead of cuffed to the back of a chair, and the microfoam tape felt even more effective at stopping my mouth than the usual ball gag. I also knew from experience that the way it outlined my lips would look extremely sexy.
When Seth parted my labia, lubed up the dildo, and started pulling out the telescoping pole to slide it slowly into my body, I had a sudden rush that turned into a mini-orgasm. I had never been restrained like this, and it suddenly felt insanely erotic. When he tightened the nut to hold the pole in place and removed the wrench, the knowledge that I was stuck there and totally powerless to do anything about it set my nervous system on fire.
Seth stood back and ran his eyes up and down my body, evidently admiring the effect. Then he pinched my nipples to make them even harder and closed the door. I heard the grim click of the lock, leaving me trapped in total darkness. I guessed that this time it would be the key to my box that would pass from hand to hand during the game.
I heard the boys file in and someone ask, "Where's Amber tonight?" and heard Seth reassure everyone that their grand prize was still available, just boxed up for the lucky winner. I made a few "Mmmmppphhh" noises behind the gag, loud enough to reassure them that their prize was indeed in there, bound and gagged as usual.
Without being able to see it, or hear it very well, I couldn't really follow the game the way I usually did. To combat boredom, I started concentrating on the feel of my restraints. In the darkness, my sense of touch seemed more acute, and I paid close attention to each component of my bondage. I tested the rope securing my hands and noted how Seth had wrapped several turns around my wrists and then several more between them to cinch the rope and make it inescapable without being particularly tight. I made some more experimental "Mmmmppphhh" sounds behind the tape gag and noted how it totally prevented even the garbled speech that comes out around a ball gag. And most of all, I paid attention to the feel of the dildo firmly seated in my vagina.
The dildo wasn't particularly long, but it certainly was fat, considerably fatter than Seth's admittedly fat dick. I focussed on the way my vagina was stretched around it and how it pried open my labia. I discovered that, while I couldn't move enough to get off it, I could at least move it in and out a little. I couldn't push it more than an inch or so further in without bonking myself painfully and unerotically on the cervix, but I could move it out an inch or two by rocking myself further onto tiptoes. That gave me enough movement that I could masturbate clumsily and eventually bring on an orgasm. It certainly wasn't the best orgasm I'd ever had, but it passed the time.
I stood there, rocking gently onto the balls of my feet to massage myself with the dildo and wondering why I had agreed to this uncomfortable variant on my usual bondage. Finally I heard muffled sounds of jubilation that suggested the game was over. The lock on my box clicked, the door swung open, and I screwed my eyes shut as light poured in.
