I Heard A Rumor Pt 02

This is a work of fiction. Always use good judgment and approach real-life situations with safety in mind.

I HEARD A RUMOR - PART 2

There I stood, blindfolded, gagged, earplugged, and chained to the ceiling by collar, with my arms tied behind my back and being pulled upwards by the chain so tightly that I couldn't move them at all. My hands were encased in bondage mittens, preventing any possibility of escape. My legs were spread apart and an e-stim device locked onto me was dutifully administering pulses of electricity to my cock and balls. Many of the pulses felt good, but they were blended with painful little pin-prickly shocks and stronger pulses that made me jump. Cassie, my new and quite interesting girlfriend, was elsewhere. She told me she was setting things up for me, and my present predicament was just temporary - basically, to keep me out of the way while she made her preparations. My mind raced...

After what seemed like an hour, the e-stim unit had reached its highest setting. Every little shock and pulse was strong, each one making me jump and buckle. The prolonged, strong pulses were almost overpowering. I could feel the muscles in my chest tensing and tiring from all the jumping and buckling that the shocks caused. But I was able to take it.

Then, the e-stim unit just stopped. It must have completed its cycle. My genitals were overstimulated and tired. They needed a rest and now they would hopefully get one. With the e-stim finished, it allowed my attention to focus on my bondage. The feeling of being tightly restrained, unable to see, hear or speak, or even touch anything with my fingers, naked and on display for my energetic, BDSM enthusiast girlfriend, totally unable to escape and dependent on her and subject only to her desires and plans for me - well, it was a dream come true! It hurt a little, especially my arms, but it was fun, and a real turn-on, to struggle against my bonds, to try to speak or see anything, to try to shake off the e-stim unit attached to my genitals, unable to do anything about it, and to be tied with my legs spread in such a vulnerable position.

It seemed like a lot of time had passed, but through it, I was able to continue enjoying my predicament, keeping me excited.

Suddenly, I felt gentle tickling on my legs and realized that Cassie was in front of me. Her gentle tickling worked its way up from my legs until she reached my face. Then I felt her remove my earplugs.

"I hope that was fun for you," she declared, "and that was only the beginning."

I felt her remove the e-stim device and detach the spreader bar from my ankle restraints. She asked me to step over something, then I could feel her slide my leather bikini back into place. She tied its laces tightly.

"Oh, you look so wonderful! I've waited a long time to find someone like you. I've always wanted to do this - have a weekend like this - and have it with someone like you! I knew someday I would find someone who was like me. You should know that you are the first. I've never done anything like this with anyone before."

She disconnected my wrists from the chain that was pulling them up, allowing my arms to dangle behind my back much more comfortably. Then she detached my collar from the chain. Still bound, gagged and blindfolded, she began to lead me slowly, gently directing me as we went.

"Have you ever been to that shop,

The Boutique

, on Elm Street?"

I nodded.

"I'll bet you went by yourself. It's not the kind of place to go with your friends," she laughed. I've been there many times. I like to go on Sundays at dinnertime, because all the people are on Main Street going to restaurants, and the side streets like Elm Street are mostly deserted, so nobody's around to see me in the shop."

She then loosened the laces holding my gag in place, and removed it.

"Remember, you can only speak if I tell you to" she reminded me, in an artificially stern voice.

"Have you ever been to the back room they have at

The Boutique

?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

I knew that

The Boutique

was a high-end adult shop - the kind that you sometimes find in fancier downtowns. The shop was not seedy or junky. They had a large assortment of very sexy underwear and outfits. A separate portion of the shop that they called the "back room" was reserved for BDSM equipment. I had seen it a couple of times and they had really good stuff. Not just the usual assortment of leather goods, restraints and masks and the sort, but also bondage furniture, self-bondage apparatus, medical restraints, electrical and mechanical devices, and custom made goods. They would make or build whatever you wanted, as long as it wasn't illegal. It would have been interesting to run into Cassie there.

"I love that place," she declared, continuing, "They know me there. I've been a good customer for a couple of years, now. I love to wear the really crazy, sexy underwear and pajamas you can get there. Maybe you'll get to see," she said, mischievously.

"I buy other things there, too," she told, in an intriguing way.

She paused. I could sense she was hesitant to tell me, probably because she was a little self-conscious about it, but I said nothing.

"Yes, they always seem to have something that I like."

She paused again, making it seem like she was unsure if she should continue, but then she did.

"I don't know if you're into self-bondage, but I am. After all, a person has to do

something

, especially if you don't have a partner to do it with."

I took a chance and replied, "I think it's fine. Even cute. I'd love to see what you look like tied up in a sexy outfit."

I continued, "Now you have

me

, and I would be happy to tie you up and do whatever you would like. We'll see just who can drive who wild," sending my own volley of mischievousness in her direction.

She stood in front of me, putting her lips close to mine and gently kissed me. She then put her arms around me and, placing her face in my neck, held me warmly, making me feel like I was the answer to her prayers.

In a quiet but happy-sounding voice, she then said, "I'm going to let that one slide, but if you speak again without permission, you

will

be punished."

That would be fine with me.

She slowly continued to lead me along, blindfolded. Stopping me, she then sat me in a chair.

"You must be hungry by now," she proclaimed. "Let me bring you a little something for dinner. You're going to need your energy!"

She left for a few seconds, but then returned. I could hear her sit in front of me as I waited, tightly blindfolded with my hands locked in bondage mittens behind my back. I then felt something soft touch my lips. She moved it slowly around the edge of my lips and then pulled it away.

"Do you know what this is?" she asked.

There was a scent of strawberry, informing my response.

"That's a strawberry."

"Very good," she replied. "A fresh, spring strawberry, just for you. Do you deserve it?"

"I think so," I replied, "but if not, then you can punish me later."

"You know I will!" she declared, continuing to encircle my lips with the strawberry in a way that opened my mouth. She touched it to my tongue for a moment, then she placed it there for me to eat. It was sweet and juicy.

I again felt something touch my lips. This time it was wet. Following the same pattern, she touched it to my tongue and I could taste whipped cream. She then placed the whipped cream-covered strawberry onto my tongue, but from above, forcing me to tilt my head back and open my mouth.

I then heard her stand up. After a few moments I felt the same wetness of whipped cream, but it covered something larger and softer. I quickly realized she had covered one of her breasts with the whipped cream.

"How does

this

taste? I accidently got some whipped cream on myself, and I want you to clean it off me - slowly and carefully. Make sure you get every drop."

Her breath changed as I slowly began to lick the whipped cream from her breast. It was a combination of licking and kissing her breast as I worked my way towards the center. I gently picked away at the remaining cream covering her nipple, followed by wider swaths of my tongue passing over her nipple and gently sucking. She breathed deeply. When she placed one of her hands on my shoulder, I could feel it shaking. With the other hand, she gently caressed my crotch through my leather bikini.

The teasing drove me crazy. My breathing changed as she continued gently caressing my crotch. I continued to dutifully "clean" her breast as she fondled my crotch and kissed my ear.

"It's time," she whispered in my ear.

She stood me up and led me to what I could clearly sense was a different room. It was warm and I could detect the smell of burning candles. Gently and silently, she removed my bikini and sat me down onto what seemed to be a padded chair or bench. I realized there was no seatback to lean on as she disconnected my wrist restraints from each other. As I was sitting up, she strapped another gag on me. This one was different from the last one. It held my jaws open with some sort of flappy, rubbery thing positioned inside my mouth. I heard a pumping sound and with each pump, the rubbery device inflated inside my mouth until it tightly filled the space. It was a butterfly gag and I wouldn't be able to utter a word or make any kind of sound other than a barely discernible grunt!

With my hands no longer behind me, she was able to position me and lean me backwards until I was lying on my back. I now understood that I was laying on some sort of padded table or bench.

"We can't have you getting into any mischief, like before," she instructed, as she attached the wrist restraints in a way that held my arms apart, spread eagle style. Additional straps held my elbows down, keeping my arms fully extended and immovable.

Whatever this bondage bench or table was, it had a thick belt that she tightly strapped to my waist, as well as two similar straps at the top of each leg where they joined my hips. I tried to shimmy, but my hips and waist were held in place by the well contoured and well aligned straps.

Working her way down each leg, she tightened individual straps above and below each knee and at my ankles. I was totally immobile!

With a ratcheting sound, I could feel my legs being moved apart, pulling me into an X shape. They were getting farther and farther apart until it started to become uncomfortable.

"The farther I spread your legs, the harder it will be for you to move. Grunt when it's too much," she said as she slowly continued to ratchet my legs apart. I could feel my leg muscles tensioning until I couldn't take it anymore and grunted. She then backed it off a little.

"Is that better?" she asked.

It was, and I nodded affirmatively.

"This is good. Now I will have unobstructed access ," she said, happily. "Oh, that's right! One last strap to go!"

As I laid there strapped down, I noticed that my head was comfortably cradled, fitting well into a space that was now obviously contoured to hold it. Cassie was now tightening a strap that passed over my forehead and blindfold, holding my head firmly in place. The sides of the strap were padded in a way that completely covered my ears, making it hard to hear. I was now one hundred percent immobile, vulnerable and at her mercy!

"Let's test this out!" I was able to hear her say, but barely, as my hearing was very impeded by the padded strap holding my head in place.

Suddenly, I felt intense tickling at the bottom of my feet. It was a deep, jolting kind of tickling that made me jump involuntarily. I couldn't move at all, though. I buckled and pulled at the straps holding me down, but to no avail. There was nothing I could do but to lay there and take it. I grunted and tried to yell, but the only sound coming from my butterfly-gagged mouth was a minimal, gulping sort of sound. I was quite turned on by the tickle torment, though.

After a few minutes, her tickling moved up my body. She dug her fingers into the muscles of my legs, then rubbed them quickly along my ribs and spun them in my upper ribs and armpits as my buckling, pulling, and grunting continued. It was almost unbearable, but there was nothing I could do but take it.

I then felt the cool sensation of lube, as she used her fingers to spread it over the surface of my penis. I was rock hard as her fingers worked their way up and down. She would tickle gently, then run her nails up to my sweet spot, then quickly and strongly massage it. I almost saw stars and I was ready to explode. But then, she suddenly stopped. My orgasm was denied! I could feel my rock hard shaft pulsing and ready to go over the edge, but there it stood, untouched. Cassie's barely discernible giggling told me she was messing with me.

There I lay, strapped down, totally immobile, and unable to see or hear anything. My breathing calmed and I could feel myself going limp. Just as I started to worry that something might be wrong, I felt the touch of her gentle fingertips, doing their work where it mattered. My pulse increased. My breathing increased. I was again rock hard, but it was hurting a little more down there. Having been denied earlier when I was so close to the edge had left me with a case of "blue balls". Blue balls or not, I was back in the game and ready! My breathing deepened. My hips began to thrust. Then...nothing! All I could hear was that same, barely perceptible giggle. Then silence.

Again, there I lay. My mind raced as the minutes passed. Lots of minutes! I wondered how long this would go on. What would I do? Nothing! I was tied up and totally at Cassie's mercy. She could be doing anything right now. Maybe she left me there and went out? Maybe she was just silently watching me? Maybe she was taking pictures of me, or even video?

These thoughts were turning me on, and I could feel my erection returning.

Suddenly, I felt her cool hands, slathered in lube, aggressively rubbing from the base of my shaft to the tip of my sweet spot. Within seconds, I was breathing heavily and my hips were lunging, though they were firmly held in place. I was close. Very close! Then she focused all her energy on my sweet spot. It was too much. There was no stopping my orgasm now. As my hips thrust upward, she grabbed the base of my shaft tightly while intensely rubbing my sweet spot. I yelled through my gag as I exploded in orgasm. All the energy I had built up through this crazy, great day was released. My body shuddered. But she did not stop! She continued her intense rubbing of my sweet spot! OMG! Too much! It was like tickling times one thousand! It felt great and torturous at the same time. My restrained hips thrust up and down as I trembled and yelled through my gag, but she did not stop! I thought I might pass out! She just kept on going. She continued her focused tormenting even as I began to go limp. I was still highly sensitive and she knew it! Even when it became obvious that I was no longer very sensitive, she kept it up. It had to be 15 minutes before she finally stopped.

Once again, there I lay, in restrained silence, waiting for what was next. After about 10 minutes, I felt the touch of a warm, moist towel. Cassie began wiping me clean and dry. It felt nice to be clean down there. Then I felt cold metal. She was placing some sort of metal ring around my shaft on the underside of my testicles. The ring must have been hinged, because I felt it close above my shaft. Then I felt something tube-like being pushed into the hole of my penis, followed by something cold and metallic pushing down onto the head of my penis. It was pushed way down into my body cavity. She was fumbling with this device as I felt her push it down towards the ring, very tightly. A few more gentle tugs, pulls and pushes, and I could feel that she had connected it to the ring. It was an odd sensation to feel my penis held down like this with what must have been a catheter-like tube inside.

Suddenly, I could feel Cassie loosening the strap that held my head down and covered my ears.

"How did you like that?" she said in a devilish tone.

"Mmmmph!" I replied, still gagged.

"Great!' she exclaimed, pretending to understand my response. "That was fun, and I knew you would like it. It's called post orgasm torture, and I intend to get very good at it. How did I do?"

"Mmmmph!" I again replied.

"Not good?" she asked, pretending to be insulted. "Well, I will take that as a personal challenge! Just wait until next time. I'll go so hard on you that you will pass out!"

She then put her hand on my crotch.

"How do you like your new chastity lock?" she asked. "I have several different locks for you. This one is called a nub lock. It pushes everything way down, tight. It's like you don't have a penis. Cross-dressers love wearing them. Maybe I'll shave your legs and put you into my underwear. You can be my girl-slave!"

"For now, though," she continued, "I think I'm going to release you, but you have to earn it."

"Mmmmph." I replied, trying to ask how.

"I'm going to ask you a question. You can't think about it, you just have to answer quickly and honestly. If you don't give me a good answer within 10 seconds, I'm going to leave you strapped down like this all night!"

"Mmmmph!" I again replied.

"OK. I'm going to remove your gag and ask the question. Remember, you have to answer me immediately and honestly or I'll re-gag you and you'll be stuck like that. Are you ready?"

"Mmmmph."

Cassie deflated my gag and removed it.

"Here's your question. Remember, answer me immediately or I'll know you're lying. The question is, all this time today while you've been tied up, what was the best fantasy that you were thinking of?"

A pulse of panic ran through me. So many fantastic things had happened today. But what was my best fantasy? It came to me quickly.

"It was earlier when you had me tied up in the other room. I thought how cool it would be if you had roommates who came in and found us like that, with you in your sexy underwear dominating me. Finding us like that, your mischievous roommates would also tie you up the same way as me, with your arms tightly behind your back. Then, they would tie us together, connected at the mouth with one of those two-person ball gags. They'd attach a vibrator to you, then they would leave us in the apartment for the night, tied up, with you having to endure multiple orgasms from the vibrator. They would set up a video camera to record our predicament, not returning until the next morning. They would be good at tying us up so there would be no way for either of us to escape!"

Cassie paused, taking it in. "That's an awesome fantasy!" she replied, breathing heavily. "You have certainly earned your release."

Cassie undid all the straps holding me down, saying, "Remember, do not speak without my permission!"

She sat me up, removing my wrist restraints and bondage mittens. The only thing I still wore was my blindfold. I had put it on tightly, shortly after our poker game, and it hadn't been removed since then. I was starting to become a little disoriented from not being able to see anything for so long. I then felt her slide my leather bikini back into place and tie it tightly. I stepped forward awkwardly as she led me to wherever I was going next.

"I'm taking you to the bathroom. Do whatever you need to do in there. You'll be able to pee through your nub lock. This will be your last bathroom break for the day, so make sure you take care of everything that needs taking care of, because you won't get another chance until tomorrow. There's also a glass in there, so have a little water. When you're done, put your blindfold and bikini back on and come to the doorway like before."