There I lay, just as I was left. My arms ached as they were stretched over my head, wrists bound to the wooden bed post with my own panties. I felt the flaking itchy sensation from cum that had oozed from my ass, dripped between my ass cheeks and dried. I was silenced by the ball shaped gag in my mouth, and all I could do was lie there naked, used and vulnerable, awaiting Ray's return.
I contemplated surrendering to him - to be his "slut" as he put it or I could walk and risk him showing the explicit photos of Dave and me to my family. I didn't see any option but to surrender to Ray's demands. I didn't want to be left without any money. I mean, Ray worked, but he only made so much. What was I going to do, give up shopping? Give up my cars and expensive meals out? I don't think so. I'll give him what he wants; eventually he will get tired of tormenting me and leave me to my own devices. Besides, I am insatiable for good sex, and it seems that's what I will get. Deep down, I really enjoyed how Ray used me earlier, and I liked that he was showing signs of being more dominant. It was just such a surprise. Was he really more dominant than he led on to being, was He acting out in anger, or maybe he had been this way all along?
The seconds turned to minutes that turned to hours as I waited for him to return as promised. I could still see the clock on the night stand and it was interminable watching the time pass. It felt as if time stood still. I drifted in and out of sleep only to be awakened when I tried to move and was reminded that my wrists were still bound. I woke groggy, and looked at the clock reading 8am. I felt fortunate that it was Saturday morning. I had no obligations until late Monday afternoon. I began to panic. What if he did not release me to meet my obligations? What if he did not return? My mind raced, I could not believe that Ray had left me like this all night! Where the hell was he?
Suddenly, I realized I needed to pee. What was I going to do? With my wrists secured over my head I couldn't get up to go to the bathroom, but I refused to loose control and end up lying in my own urine. I tried to hold it for as long as I could. After being bound to the bed all night, I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. I cursed Ray; I cursed myself for not being more discreet with Dave. I was desperate; I just couldn't hold it any longer. I had to do something. I began to squirm, frantic for relief. My legs weren't bound so I had a little room to move around. I wiggled and twisted around and managed to get my body to the side of the bed. My arms were painfully stretched out as I lay on my stomach with my legs hanging off the bed. Unable to wait any longer and completely humiliated, I just let it go. I pissed all over the floor like a common animal. As the acrid smell hit my nose and I began to sob with utter humiliation. Wracked with sobs I struggled to get myself back on the bed afraid that if Ray came back I might not be in as much trouble. Would he mock me for losing control? Would he humiliate and punish me for what I had done?
