Adult World Pt 05 Tied Up

Note from Bookbuddy: This series of tails filed under Novel follows a group of like mind people who join forces to create a world where sex and love are separate worlds. They build a community focused on bringing all forms of sexual activity to those pursuing it for pleasure without shame.

New readers, I recommend starting at chapter 1 to understand the characters and background. Everyone else, thanks for continuing to support this tale.

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Dave awoke his dreams lovely warm about his control over his pickup last night, the taxi ride and the spanking, The feeling he had now rather strange, his arms outstretched behind his head and his right leg stretched out, something heavy was on his left leg, fiddling with his ankles. He thought, 'Is this still dreaming or is someone restraining him.'

"What the Fuck." His first words of the morning.

"Oh, you're awake, keep still and I will finish soon." Came the deep female voice from the person on my knee.

"No Fuck Off." He lifted his foot trying to move her off his thigh, but she was too heavy and determine. "What are you bloody up to? Why are my arms tied to the bed? Fuck, are you going to rob me or something?"

"You have got nothing valuable I looked, although that PC setup in your office is intriguing but I couldn't carry it."

"Fuck you're a con artist, and I trusted you." He gave another enormous effort to shift her off his thigh, but failed. Tied down on by both legs restricted his movements.

"That's you restrained, now let's get on to the major business." She turned around and sat splayed on his stomach, her beautiful body naked in front of him, her hand separating her labia as she stroked her clitoris.

"Do you like?" She said as she worked her own pussy with two fingers.

"I do, you said I am just a man, why wouldn't I, every man I know would love to watch you slowly pleasure yourself, but we would all like to move in and help and I can't fuckin do that can I."

"No, you can't. You can taste me if you want."

"Okay, but why tie me up."

"My turn to have control. You got to beat my bum senseless yesterday, it still fucking hurts, my turn today."

"Fuck, where did I find you?" He concluded he was in for something he had never expected, and he didn't even know what it was going to be. He hadn't known her for twenty-four hours yet, and she's tied him to the bed while she masturbated in his face.

"Is this it?" he said, "You're going to rub yourself off in front of me and hope I feel some sort of denial."

"Fuck You!" she spat in his face and climbed off him. She disappeared out of the room. She returned with a spatula in her hand, plastic handle and rubber end.

"Perhaps you'll behave now." She said, moving her arm back. She swung her hand and the spatula directly at his ball sack.

"Fuck!" The pain ran through his stomach and up to his throat. He felt like vomiting. He had never felt this sick or sore in his nuts. Dave's eyes were watering. While struggling to breathe, she hit him again, more accurate this blow struck even harder.

"Argh Fuck please stop, I'm going to faint."

"Fucking behave!" She swung the spatula again, hitting the ball's eye again, tears in his eyes. How long will this last? He might break with this abuse.

"You get the message?" She screamed in his face.

"Yes."

"Yes, fuckin what?" She raised her arm to give him a fourth blow.

"Yes Mam." He said in all innocence. The spatula hit him again with the same devastating power. Complete pain rained through his body. He wasn't sure he would last.

"It's Fucking Mistress." She spat as the fourth blow hit his ball sack.

"Yes, Mistress."

"I'm glad we got that straight because I have big plans for those balls and I don't want to put them out of action too long." She put the spatula down and straddle him again with her pussy in his face.

"Now pleasure me with your tongue and mark my word. It better be good because I won't hesitate in beating your nuts to a powder you germ."

"Yes, mistress, anything you want, mistress." She had beaten him into submission. Fuck, this is not what he had planned. Not enjoying being a sub one bit, the pain not offset by pleasure in his case. He worked from her vulva up to the hood generously

"Now it's time for some fun." She said.

"I need a pee." He stated.

"Tough, I'm not untying you now. You would take over, you're not going to do that. This is my time. You got to call the shots last night. I get to call them today. Hold that pee, isn't that what you told me last night?"

"Fuck you."

"You did, and it was very nice, thankyou and now I'm going to fuck you, or fuck you up, not sure which maybe both." She laughed and stroked his penis. "Come on, baby boy, stand up for me." She spoke to his appendage; it only moved a little, so she swallowed it. He couldn't help himself. He tried to fight being predictable and succumbing, but the feel of her soft wet mouth working up and down on his dick as she stroked his knob with her tongue gave him an involuntary giant stiff cock he had no chance.

"That's what I need." She smiled, and without hesitation, she climbed on it and fucked herself on his erection.

He tried not to enjoy it. Who was he kidding? Although more and more delicate, his bladder aching under the constant pumping, he got little satisfaction, just constant pain from the extended bladder. Even the sight of her cute breasts bouncing up and down as she pumped, or her fingers rubbing furiously over her clit, didn't help.

"Fucking get off you and going to force me to pee in your snatch at this rate." Dave wanted her, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. He'd needed to empty his bladder. This was far from fun.

"Sorry, it's good you're harder than last night. I'll see if I can make it more comfortable for you." With that, she got off his dick and turned around so he only saw her back while she carried on; she was right, it eased the pain in bladder a bit, but not a lot.

He stared at the ceiling and tried to think of something else, but everything came back to his bulging bladder. This was the least fun he had ever had with a woman, for sure. Thankfully, she was not too long before she squealed, working him harder and harder before collapsing.

"Well, that was good for me, sorry it wasn't for you." Climbing off him, she headed into the bathroom. "I need to wipe it down and have a pee before going out."

"Um, I need a pee to, where are we going."

"Your pee can wait, you're not going anywhere and you don't need to know where I am going."

"I can't wait."

"Pee the bed then, you get to clean it up, why would I care." With that, she went to the bathroom, put on her red dress, and left the flat. Dave was alone and tied to a bed with a bursting bladder.

With the curtains still drawn and no noise apart from the little that drifted in form the street the flat took on a scary atmosphere, Dave wasn't expecting anyone, he had a cleaner once a week, but today is Friday and not the day he would expect people. Due at work at eight thirty, but who would notice? They would assume he threw his normal sickie or had a rostered day off. On Friday it happened all the time with other people, not him. He seldom had a day off, especially not without prior arrangement, but nobody would really notice.

With his bladder bursting, he considered with saying to hell with it and wetting his bed or hanging on until she turned up again, if she turned up again. She came with nothing but her red dress, shoes, and knickers. Dave still had the knickers, but she had taken the rest.

Dave drifted off to sleep, woken by his phone, sitting within a couple of feet of him. Dave couldn't reach it; he had no hands to activate any buttons. He let it ring out. Shit, his bladder wasn't in any better state, painfully he tried to move to ease the pressure, but it wasn't much use. Stuck here until the bitch came back. Whenever that was going to be, he would have to put up with it.

Suddenly, the front door banged, and a female voice yelled out. "You awake yet, did you piss the bed or was all that just whining?"

She was back. Thank god for that; he had visions of her leaving him there and months later somebody finding him tied to a bed naked.

"Hey not so much noise. I'm trying to sleep here." He couldn't help himself.

She stood in front of him with a yellow summer dress, again revealing the best part of her breasts. Behind her dragged a reasonably big blue suitcase. There was a swagger about her that wasn't obvious last night when she had the cute white bum over his knee.

"God, you are Mr Floppy again; we must sort that out." She wheeled her suitcase to the wardrobe, laying it on the floor beside him.

"Where are you off to with that suitcase?" He asked.

"Here you're my new flatmate thanks for the invite, I'll stay until I find somewhere more suitable and I'll pay my share of rent and housekeeping."

"You're a piece of work."

"Now Now, I'm in control at present so you don't want to upset me, do you?" She reached into her suitcase and pulled out two sets of handcuffs. "Better restraints for you, it will give you more comfort."

With that, she moved towards him and clipped on a handcuff to him and the metal bed posts. She untied the hand. now hitched to the bed with a handcuff on one side. She walked around the bed and repeated the action this time, clipping the second handcuff to the first and untying him.

"Now just behave. I still have you tied up, but you're free from the bed." She took the rope from the hands and tied them between his ankles like hobbles. He was free from the bed, but still restrained. Clever bitch, this one. She has had practice at this.

"Okay hobble to the shower" She commanded, he followed her instructions. Once in the shower, she said. "Okay tiger, let it go empty your bladder."

"I can't stand here, I can't hold the old fella, besides I have stage fright with you watching."

"Don't be a pussy, I'll hold your dick and point it, you just relax and let it go, I'll turn the shower on that might help."

She removed her dress in one hit, leaving her naked beside him. She tossed the dress out to the bed. Those feelings from last night came back with the shower water torrent. He peed. It was painful as it poured out like a fire hydrant. Her grip was gentle but firm and she started moving it around, drawing pictures on the back of the shower with it and cackling to herself, like nobody had done that before with a stream of piss.

"You okay with that." He asked as he relaxed.

"This is fun, although I don't want to be a boy. I would love to do this."

"It's overrated, trust me." He said. She laughed, her eyes full of life and fun.

"Right when you've finished there, I'll wash our little friend and I have some deep throat practice to do. I also need to prepare you for anal activity, there's lots to do young man."

She shuffled him to the bed, pushing him back and jumping on his belly. She raised her rear end and pushed it in his face as she swallowed his cock. Mr floppy was getting some vigour back. Dangerously close, the aroma of her wetness inflamed his desire. Dave raised his head to reach her opening with his tongue; she moved away a little; he tried to follow.

"You get to lick my arse, slave boy." She said as she lifted her mouth from my swelling member.

"I'm not your slave boy." Dave resisted her assumption.

"You're stuffed. You must do anything I say because I hold the keys to your restraints. That makes you my slave boy." She breathed all over his wet, stiff penis. "Now lick my anus or I'll cause you balls incredible pain again, understood."

He didn't argue. He reached forward as she returned her backside close to her face and started the unpleasant task of licking the brown knotted muscle she shat out of. Humiliated, it nearly made him vomit. He wasn't sure this was sexually stimulating for her. It's just punishment for him.

She suddenly stopped what she was doing as if a lightbulb came on in her head and she jumped off of him and disappeared out the room. When she returned, she had his Canon 5D, DSLR, and tripod, which she set up a distance away. She took her mobile phone and set it up on a chair with some cushions to aim at his cock. With self-satisfaction, she stood back to look at the scene, grabbed his phone and set that up at the end of the bed. Now they had three cameras facing them. She hopped back on his chest and pushed her arse back in his face.

"Lick slave boy, enjoy my anus, you worm." She over acted with her deep female voice.

He returned to the task, fearful that his testicles would become her punching bag again. The taste was acrid, but strangely, not as unpleasant as he thought. He could sense his dick going further and further into her mouth and the knob touching the back of her throat. As she took it away and plunged it back again so he followed with his tongue, licking around the edges with the withdrawal and then forces my tongue down her cavity.

In sync, as they pleasured each other, suddenly magic happened. He sensed his knob pass down her throat, an unbelievable joy. With all his bullshit and bluster yesterday, he had never felt this sensation before. His dick now entirely occupied her throat, his testicles in her mouth with her tongue, pushing them around.

Her anus gave way to his tongue, dipping inside. The outer walls breached. As she withdrew his whole manhood from her mouth, he did the same with his tongue and her rectum.

"Did you enjoy your deep throat?" she said with some pride. "I enjoyed the arse licking, especially that last part wow, perhaps I might try anal after all."

She didn't wait for a reply. She shifted her rear end from his chest, manoeuvred herself over the engorged cock and lowered herself on it and fucked him furiously.

"I didn't consent to this." He tried to sound offended and cheated as the waves of pleasure flowed through him. "This is rape, you know." echoing his previous girlfriends' words.

"Tell that to the judge." She laughed as she worked him harder and harder.

She was becoming faster and louder as she stroked up and down on him; he had the urge to fuck her back. The restraints stopped him from putting in any effort. She didn't ask him to. She slipped off his cock and turned to face him, then jammed her cunt down on his dick. Exquisite pleasure washed his body. He wanted to join in, but she disregarded him, rubbing her clit with one hand and fondling her own breasts with the other. Her eyes closed, she drove on and on, gaining in power and speed, her clit hand rubbed harder, her tits hand squeezed and pulled, her mouth opened and she screamed. Holy fuck, this was a tremendous orgasm he had seen no one exploded like this. She eased up slowly, going through what looked like mini orgasms.

He thought to himself, trying to move his stomach to drive his hips. 'I just need to keep her going, then I can have my turn.'

"Slow down, tiger." She said and climbed off him.

"What about me." Dave yelled as she left the room.

"Don't worry, I have you sorted." She replied as she disappeared to the kitchen.

She returned to the room with a jug of ice and a flannel in her hand. Before he knew it, she jammed the ice over his erection and the flannel under my testicles.

"Fuck!" He yelled as ice on my dick turned to pain, his erection turned to a limp shrivelling lump of flesh.

"Perfect." She said. "Mr Floppy is back and ready for when I need him to stand up again."

"Fuck, do you have to be so brutal?" he pleaded

"Oh sorry, it just came to mind as a quick way of killing your desire before you spilt all over the place and I had to clean you up. Congratulated yourself for being part of quite the best fuck I've had, and I did it all by myself."

"My cock." He responded defensively.

"I agree, but you had no part in it. Jeez, you never even came at the end." she mocked.

"Ha ha and whose fault was that?"

"Yours, you could see me coming. You should have let go then. Now I'm going to get you off the bed, showered and I will cook you brunch. You'd better call work and make an excuse, as I have you for the rest of the day. I've contact my work."

"Where were you earlier?" he inquired.

"Moving out my flat, to move in with you. I told you earlier, I'll share rent and all that stuff. I'm not freeloading and I have an interesting proposition to put to you over breakfast."

"Like what?"

"Never you mind, wait until you're clean and have a full tummy." My new flatmate said as she walked around and turned the cameras off, and released him from the bed. She was careful to keep the hobbles on and his hands cuffed behind his back. She reached out behind as she grabbed his now floppy member and dragged him to the bathroom.

Interest raised, he couldn't think what the hell she is thinking of, what's this idea she has and why all the cameras, was that a reaction to him playing last night with the spanking or was there something more sinister. He worried where all this could go. Brunch couldn't come early enough, he would go crazy with anticipation.