***take to Timpsons on Monday***
He barged into the bedroom and threw me on the bed. I was panting and wet already. By the time I'd rolled over he'd emptied his bag on the bed beside me: not that bag - lots of rope
J
I tried to say 'hi', and he grabbed my hair again, yanking me into a sitting position. I think I probably squealed again, but K ignored it. He thrust a ball gag towards me as he held my hair taut and told me (quite severely!) to put it on. I was looking up at him through my slightly wettened (is that a word? lol) eyes and didn't realise how big it was until I tried to put it in my mouth. It was huge! I couldn't get it in the first time, but after K encouraged me (he pulled my hair even harder), I managed to get it in there. I was little panicky at first as my jaw was
really
stretched as far as it would go and I was worried I might choke if the thing slipped towards my throat, but K made sure that I tightened the buckle really tightly, and I realised I wouldn't choke. I think that's the widest my jaw has been since I met that band at college lol!
Then K told me to put my hair in a ponytail and to strip naked. I didn't hesitate now: I was horny as hell already and just wanted to know what K had in mind. He was clearly in a fairly intense mood and I thought I might cum just looking at him and trying to guess what depraved plans he had for me. Jesus - I am
totally
his; I've just realised that I was quite happy to let him do
anything
to me at that point, in fact I was willing him to do his worst, just to see what the knowledge of his power over me could drive him to. It seemed like there was an almost demonic look in his eye as I looked at him - so hot!
Then he said he had a present for me, but it was black and small - I've had better presents lol! He gave it to me and it felt odd, matt but slippery, and I couldn't work out why it was U-shaped. But then it started to buzz! K was fiddling with his phone and looking at me smugly as he tapped his phone - and the buzzing changed. Not what I thought a vibrator would look like, but I knew what the U-shape was for now! I tried to smile (but couldn't), but K worked out what I was trying to do and smiled back - and told me to put it in.
I did - and felt it buzzing inside me and against my clit immediately - I was absolutely soaking and thought it would only be a matter of seconds before I came. The thing slipped out once as I adjusted myself.
Then he ordered me to stand (
ordered
me! I love it!), turn around and lie face down on the bed with my thighs over a red rope. When I was in the right place, I felt K pull the rope around my legs, the red cords soft on my thighs. I was looking into the full length mirror on my wardrobe - amazed by just how big the ball-gag was - as K tied a loose knot in the rope. Then he told me to lift my feet up, and he tied another rope around my ankles. He tied them together,
really
tightly, and then pulled my feet back on to the bed.
He told me to put my wrists together behind my back and to lift them above It, and I felt him loop another rope around my wrists. I watched him pull this tight and then felt him starting to loop the loose ends around my left arm above the elbow. He draped it across my right arm and I felt the mattress shift slightly under me as K braced himself: when he pulled, I felt my shoulders pulled back, up off the bed, as my elbows were drawn together! It hurt - not badly, but enough to make me groan - and I saw my eyes widen in the mirror. I saw K tie the knot, and felt that my arms were tightly bound together - there was no give at all! I couldn't get my shoulders back down onto the bed, and the vibrator was still throbbing away in my pussy
J
K left me like that for a few seconds. I couldn't see him in the mirror so I just looked at myself.
Then the throbbing changed: the buzzing on my clitoris increased and I know I moaned really loudly - oops! It was so intense! I couldn't get away from it, and it was going
way
faster than my Rabbit goes - I was going to cum any second! Part of me was disappointed: I'd planned to resist, to hold out as long as possible to taunt K, to see what my defiance drove him to - the other part didn't care: there was nothing I could do about the powerful stimulation on my clitoris, and I craved the release of orgasm.
But K told me not to; what did he say? 'Don't you dare cum Karen!' Whatever it was, he meant it - and that was what I needed to save myself: I couldn't let K down so I focussed, put all my energy into concentrating on my willpower, and I managed it! I managed to bring myself away from what I'd thought was inevitable just through trying to control myself. Go me!
J
(I'll have to apply this trick of managing to deny myself what I crave to red wine and Galaxy now lol!)
Pleased with myself, I tried looking round to see if K had noticed, but I couldn't see him in the mirror, and I couldn't really move much with all this rope tied around me. I couldn't even hear him.
Where had he gone? Had he left me here? Was this all a trick, a joke that would end up with Gareth walking in on me like this? Or worse: had he gone to get his mates? I could feel myself starting to panic, and I heard (and felt!) the breath rushing in and out of my flared nostrils. Without meaning to, though, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror - and it distracted me. Who was that sexy blonde tied up tight and squirming helplessly on the bed as she worried about what her ne'er-do-well captor had in store for her? With her shoulders back, her soft throat was exposed and the tops of her boobs bulged against the bed's surface, and that gag was enormous, it really filled her mouth and stretched her jaw; she looked genuinely worried - and it was hot. Oh yeah - it's me!
J
That calmed me right down - I felt like a sex goddess, like I was here only for someone else's pleasure, and that I was doing it really fucking well. And then the buzzing in my pussy changed again - really intense now! I definitely grunted, and kept on moaning for a while then.
Still no sign of K though, but I knew he must still be around. Now I was wondering if he was watching from the doorway, or outside it on the landing, or whether he'd gone downstairs and was reading the paper or ordering some stock while he occasionally altered the cause of my internal distress. That was hot to think about to - that K was getting me off without even being in the same room, and without even seeing it.
But then he spoke just behind me. He said 'count down silently from a hundred Karen, like this' and he counted '100, 99, 98...' fairly slowly - maybe a second for each number. I got the rhythm in my head, and then K said I could cum when I got to zero! 'And loudly' he said; but before I'd got to 90 I heard him go down the stairs.
It was incredible! I knew my orgasm would cum, with the rhythm of the counting I could even gauge when it might be, but then I got worried: what if I couldn't last that long? What if I got to 46 and exploded? What if I got to 2 and just couldn't control myself any longer? Worse: what if I couldn't cum? What if I got to zero and was nowhere near?
Calm down, I'd told myself. I'd denied myself once, I could deny myself again until the appointed time. And as I thought that, I realised that if I managed it, my orgasm would be way better than if I came at T minus 12 seconds or T plus 23 seconds: the point was to get it right on the money, to do
exactly
what K expected of me.
As I got to about 55, I knew I was going to cum, and I just prayed I actually had the self-control to hold out. I knew I was writhing a bit, and when I saw myself in the mirror it nearly flipped me over the edge, but I inched back again.
At 40, K - the bastard - turned the vibrator onto such a fast setting I thought my clit was going to melt; it must have been the maximum. I dread to think how loud I was being, but I was just trying to get through each second to the next one, nearer to zero. It was like when you're holding something hot and you make silly noises to try and distract yourself (and this was really fucking hot lol!)
At 25 I almost rolled myself over, I was squirming so much, and all I wanted to do was to bury my face into the duvet and scream - I couldn't stand it! But the hogtie wouldn't let my shoulders forward enough to get me down there - I still screamed though, loud and long, cursing K for being the cruel prick that he was.
At 15 I was desperate. I was panting, I was almost crying with frustration: I knew all I had to do was cum to make everything better - but I also knew I had to wait, I had to do what K had asked to get the reward I'd earned.
At some point around 7, that fucking cocksucker let me know that the vibrator pounding my bud into oblivion still had at least one speed setting to go, and I managed an even louder scream as my mind started to disintegrate. Somehow, I managed to keep counting (at least I think I did - who knows: I could have stopped counting for ages til I pulled myself together again
J
), but I kept counting down.
