A short story (at least for me). I have intentionally left the relationship of the characters vague to allow the readers to imagine the context. As always, I hope you enjoy this story. Please feel free to comment, provide feedback, vote, or interact in anyway you see fit.

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She awoke from a deep sleep sitting naked on the cold, concrete floor.

Her position wasn’t a comfortable one. First, she noticed a plug deep in her ass. She tried to move but the plug was fixed. She couldn’t see it but the metal dildo was bolted to the floor. The plug was long enough that it trapped her in position. Perhaps if her limbs were mobile, she could lift herself off of the dildo, but that was her next predicament.

She couldn’t move her arms. They were crossed in front of her. Her left wrist was cuffed to her right ankle and vice versa. Her torso bent at the waist. A challenging position for most people but fortunately for her, she was quite flexible from her daily yoga sessions. He knew she was incredibly flexible and felt this was a good way to test her training.

Her ankles cuffs were also bolted to the floor. The distance between the dildo and her ankle cuffs was just long enough to keep her legs straight and spread open but not so far as to put too much pressure on her ass. It was as if this set of restraints was built entirely for her body.

While the location of the restraints were suitable for her body, she was still aching from being in this position. She also could feel an ache from her nipples. As she looked down, she could see a chain connecting her nipples to another bolt in the floor. She also saw what appeared to be rings in her nipples. She had been pierced.

He approached her. Her moans and movement signified that she was awake. He held in his hand a wand vibrator. He squatted down behind her, gently touching her back to brace himself as he brought the vibrator against her clit. Her position made it challenging to get the vibrator in the right spot but with her legs spread quite wide, he was able to find her sensitive button.

His smooth hand against her back was a stark contrast to her tight bondage and the buzzing vibrator stimulating her. She couldn’t speak, the red ball gag filled her mouth. If she could speak, she would beg for release. Perhaps release from her bonds; perhaps the release of an orgasm. Neither was up to her. She could feel his warmth breath against her neck as she inched closer to an orgasm.

His left hand moved from her back to her tit, the flesh tight from being pulled towards the floor. As she got closer, her legs began to shake. Her movements caused her to start to pull against her bonds. This made her all the more aware of the dildo in her ass.

“Shh… don’t fight it”, he said, as he squeezed her tit. She wasn’t fighting it, her body was reacting to the vibrator at its highest intensity. He knew that, she knew it. But yet he still chose to speak to her in this condescending manner. With his hand no longer supporting him, he leaned closer. For the first time, she could feel his thick cock against her back. Her naked body was not only trapped in the bondage but also in his grasp.

It was all too much for her. As she arched her head back, she pulled against the chain connecting her nipple rings to the floor. The painful sensation brought on an intense orgasm unlikely any she had ever experienced. Despite her body trembling, he held the vibrator hard against her clit. Her orgasm continued. She was out of breath, sweating, wishing for it to end but yet wanting it to continue. When he finally pulled the vibrator away from her wet pussy, she slumped in her position. Her body, weak after her orgasm but unable to rest in the position she was restrained. She hoped he would now release her but instead she heard his footsteps walk away and the sound of the light switch being flipped to off. She was left in the cold darkness of the basement until the next time he wished to use her.