Based on a true (and very fun!) experience at the request of a client.

I start by setting an alarm for an hour away and then pull my cuffs out. First my ankles, then my wrists - they are fastened on, buckled tight, and then locked into place. I wiggle my fingers and toes, enjoying the sensation of the soft lining. 

Next comes the ball gag. I’ve laid a towel down on the bed, folded up so as not to leave a wet patch when I inevitably start to drool. It is firmly fastened around my head, locked into place and pushing against my cheeks. 

Now for the plug. This one is bigger than normal, I’ve been training myself to take more and this is the last one. I pour a healthy amount of lube over it and bring it up to my ass, gently pushing until it slides in and I let out an involuntary gasp.

I already feel so full but I need to put the lush in as well. That one doesn’t need any lube, I’m already wet and ready, but as I push it in I can feel it and the plug pushing against my insides, competing for space. 

I turn it on, just a low setting for now, and let out a breathe I hadn’t realised I had been holding. 

Now I need to concentrate. 

I fasten my ankles together using the leather hogtie cross, and then lay on my front to add my wrists behind my back. 

Secured and comfy in the knowledge I can let myself out if I need to, I allow myself to relax and enjoy the fullness I am feeling.

The vibrations aren’t enough to bring me to orgasm, but I can tell I’m dripping anyway, and I sink into bliss, waiting for my alarm to go off. 

I can see the clock, and I’ve still got about 20 minutes left when I hear footsteps outside. A knock on the door and a voice.

“Hey are you in here? I just need to grab something…”

I didn’t think you would be back till later. I panic - I can’t call out to tell you to wait, the gag is firmly wedged in my mouth and all I can do is moan. I try to release one of my wrist cuffs from the hogtie cross but my fingers keep slipping and before I can do anything else I hear the door open. 

Unfortunately I set myself up facing away from the door, so I can only imagine the shock and surprise on your face when you see me laying there, plugged and struggling in my own bondage.

I can't hear you at all, I assume you’re still standing in the doorway staring, so it comes as a massive shock when I feel a hard slap on my ass.

I squeal in discomfort and try to speak again through my gag to no avail.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes… I came back to pick something up but it seems you might be in need of some help?”

I nod frantically and hold my wrists up for you to unclip my restraints.

“Ohoho no I don’t think so.” 

I make a half questioning, half pleading noise as you come round and kneel in front on me, looking me in the eye with a wicked grin on your face.

“Toys like you need to be played with don’t you think?”

I shake my head frantically, and continue to struggle in my bonds until you land another slap on my ass making me squeal once more.

I hear you moving around behind me, and try to turn my head to look, but you push my head down and the next thing I feel is rope laying against my skin. Methodically you start to tie me up.

First my elbows, pulled tight together and forcing me to push out my chest. Next my wrists. You unclip the wrist cuffs from my ankles and fasten them together with a much shorter chain that I can’t hope to undo by myself, before moving down to focus on my legs.

Taking off my ankle cuffs you press my feet into my butt cheeks, and frog tie my legs one by one. 

The entire time you do this I am struggling and moaning, the lush still vibrating on its low setting, but enhanced by the stimulation from your hands and the ropes now circling the different parts of my body. 

You come back around to face me once more, this time holding my collar in your hands, and you lift my chin - now covered in my own drool - to wrap it around my throat. 

“Doesn’t that feel better baby?” You whisper as you snap the lock shut.

All I can do is stare dolefully into your eyes, whimpering slightly and I think you’re taking pity on me when you unlock my ball gag and gently pull it out. 

“I didn’t think you would be -“

“I didn’t give you permission to talk” you interrupt me and stun me into silence. “A good slut doesn’t talk unless told, and always keeps their mouth open”. You slide your fingers in, pressing my tongue down and I hesitantly start to suck. 

“Good boy”

You remove your fingers and before I can react, slip a ring gag into my mouth instead, holding my jaw back open but this time with a large opening. 

I moan in frustration and try to shake the gag out, but you fasten it tight around my head and then give it a tug for good measure.

Stepping back to admire your handiwork, you turn the alarm off on my phone and instead open the app the controls the lush.

I feel the vibrations change as you run your finger up and down the controller, and you laugh as I squeal and writhe even more than I already was.

Eventually you leave it on the highest setting, and return to stand in front of me.

You start to undo your belt buckle and flies, and pull your trousers down, exposing your erection.

“I'm going to fuck your throat until I cum. You are going to take it like a good little slut. Are we clear?”

I shake my head desperately, but you grab me by my hair and angle your dick towards me. 

“You better not cum or you’ll be left like this for even longer than I have planned. Do you understand?” You pause for an answer but I hold myself still with nerves and anticipation and don’t respond.

“Don’t make me tell you twice slut. Do you understand?”

I struggle to nod my head where you’re holding my hair but you feel it, and before I know it, you’re shoving your cock all the way to the back of my throat and making me choke on it.

There’s nothing I can do but take it. Head bobbing, saliva dripping, opening my throat to you as much as I can but still gagging on your girth. 

Time passes, I don’t know how long, but I drift into a state of submission, lush buzzing, ass, pussy and throat all filled. 

I eventually feel your pace change and your breathing follows. You’re close and I don’t want your load in my throat, can’t take it, struggle once more to get off your cock - but my struggle seems to be the final thing you needed to push you over the edge and your dick spasms and throbs as you shoot your load straight into my belly.

I have to fight to not cum at the same time. Holding myself on the edge and willing myself not to release. The buzzing continues though and I desperately hope you’ll let me have my release before too long.

You hold me there, my chin at your balls, so I have no choice but to swallow you down, and when you finally pull away I start to beg through the gag.

“Oh you want to cum baby?” 

I nod desperately, tears spilling from my eyes and mixing with the cum and drool on my face.

You reach for the remote, and I ready myself for release… for nothing.

You turn the lush off and I release an audible sob, head dropping to the pillow and legs attempting to kick off the strict tie you’ve forced me into. 

“Next time you play baby, you ask me for permission first.” 

You run a hand through my hair and then under my chin, lifting my face to bring us eye to eye. Pressing a kiss to my cheek. Running your thumb across my bottom lip. Then my jaw, then my ear. 

I tilt my head into your hand and shakily sigh, attempting to catch my breath.

“I think you can stay like this for a while yes?” 

Too exhausted to respond I close my eyes.

“Good boy”

You stand and reach for my phone once more, setting the alarm for 1 hour and the lush back to low.

“If you can escape before the alarm goes off, you can pleasure yourself as much as you like until I return. And if you can’t, then I’ll just have to use my toy again until it knows better.”

I hear your footsteps moving across the room, and the door opening. 

“See you in an hour” you say with a smirk, and the door clicks closed, leaving me to my mindless state. There’s no way I’m getting out of this, and you know after all that… I don’t even have the energy to try.