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I try to steady my breath as I lay on the bed. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, what time of day it is or what to expect next. All I know is that my Sir should be coming home soon. Or maybe he is already here. I don’t even know that for sure.

I am basically helpless. Secured to the bed at three points. My left hand is loosely connected to the last restraint point. the lock is on the cuff, just not clicked in. The key is in ice cube on the stand next to the bed. If Sir decides he doesn’t want to play today, then that will be my means of escape.

It’s happened before. He tells me what time he may come by and he’s wants XYZ prepared just incase. One day he wanted me to edge throughout the whole day. Good Girls dont cum without permission, and he kept telling me maybe after he got home would he allow it. Well, had me tie myself to a chair with my butt plug in and a vibrator on the lowest setting and an eye mask on by 6pm. He is usually home around 6:30. He didn’t get home until midnight. I could’ve let myself out by then, but I wanted to keep waiting for him. That night He fucked my mouth and I swallowed it all like the good slut I am. Then we went to bed. He put my hands in locked mitts so I couldn’t try to touch myself.

Sir held me throughout the whole night. As we fell asleep he whispered sweet things into my ear. About what a good girl I am. How I take care of myself and all the rest of Sirs belongings. How he appreciates my efforts to please him, even if they frustrate me and leave me wanting. I never feel more safe than I do in his arms.

12 hours earlier:

I send my Sir a good morning text as I wake up and roll over to try and sneak in a few more minutes of sleep. It’s Friday, but my weekend starts today. Sir is at work so there’s no way he can know, right?

Ding

I peak one eye open to see a message from him.

Sir: Good Morning my pet. I have a big night planned for you. Please do all the chores you usually do on Saturdays today, make sure that your pretty pussy is nice and smooth for me and wear the set I have laid out on the guest bed for you by 7pm tonight. I will send more instructions later on.

I’m rereading the message for the third time when another two messages pop up

Sir: I know you’re still in bed btw. Did you forget about our security cameras?

Shit. I did. They’ve only been in the house for a week, but I still forgot.

Sir: Please also take care of yourself today too. You’re mine and I like my stuff in perfect working order. That means eating 2 full meals and drinking 5 cups of water before I get home. Thank you <3

My heart flutters at his words, even if I’m slightly grouchy that I now have to get up.

Me: Of course, Sir. I was merely planning my day ahead of me. Not going back to sleep. I will get started right away. Love you!

Sir: mhmm… I’m sure..

Sir: Love you too

I get up, start my day with my one cup of coffee and my most recent audiobook and get to cleaning. By 3 the floors are swept and mopped, dishes are done and kitchen is sparkling. I’ve cleaning the bathroom and am finishing up by going to change the bedding. I start in the guest bedroom and notice that the the leather cuffs are attached to the bedposts and my weighted eye mask and sound canceling head phones are on the pillow. But no set is laid out.

Me: Sir, there is only an eye mask and headphones on the guest bed. No set. Is there a certain one you want me to grab?

Almost immediately he replies

Sir: I was wondering how long it would take you to notice. I have everything I want you to wear on that bed. Nothing more. Nothing less.

I can feel myself growing wet at the thought and force myself to leave our guest room/playroom.

Me: Yes Sir, of course.

Sir: I appreciate all the work you’ve put in today. You may spend the rest of the day as you please as long as you’re ready by 7. I know you don’t like to wear makeup, but please also wear that mascara that leaves those beautiful track marks down your cheeks as you cry and your sluttiest red lipstick.

Me: Yes Sir. Will do!

I do ask he asks. Shave myself bare and am entering the guest room at 6:45 when I get a message

Sir: I’m sure you’ve already guessed, but cuff yourself in like we have done before. The key is in the freezer door. Also, in the top drawer of the dress is the plug we’ve been working on and your lush toy. Put those both in before getting situated. I’ll turn on the toy when I want.

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So now, here I am. Vibe yet again inserted. It’s been rumbling low for who knows how long. I have my biggest plug in. Mask on and music playing loudly in my ears. I try to tug on my restraints just in case and I don’t move an inch.

Suddenly I can practically feel the atmosphere change. I call out “Sir?” Experimentally and nothing happens. I slump back down and try to relax. I can’t help but begin to gyrate my hips though. after what must be another hour, the speed changed. It goes on its highest setting for a few seconds then off. Again and again. I can’t help but jump and gasp every time.

I’m whimpering quietly to myself when I feel the lock click into place on my left wrist. Now I really truly am in trouble. I beginning to beg.

“Please sir. Please. I’ve been your good slut all day. Can I please cum?”

Nothing. Silence. The vibe is turned up slightly harder than the lowest setting and left as is. Two hands gently caress up and down my legs. Getting closer and closer to my dripping wet pussy. But never quite getting there. Those hands stop as suddenly as they started.

The weight on the bed moves and now he straddled over my chest. I feel his cock tap against my lips and I open obediently. He caresses my face in a thank you before grabbing my head and ramming it own my throat.

We’re just going for it then? Ok bet. I suck him as best as I can as he ravages my throat. I feel the vibe increase a bit more and moan around him. After a minute he cums down my throat and I swallow reflexively. He is still petting my hair with both hands when I feel another set of hands caress my leg again.

I jump and pull at the bindings. What is going on? Is this even my Sir? Did someone break in??? As I’m freaking out the vibe goes to max strength and I don’t even get a chance to ask who is there or what is going on before I’m loudly moaning.

I’m trying so hard to hold on. My orgasms are for my Sir. Not these strangers. I’m shaking with the effort about to go over the edge any second when one of the headphones is pulled off my ear.

“Be a good girl and cum for me” says my Sir. I dont even question it at this point. I cum and I cum hard. I feel like I’m being exorcised. I see white behind my black eye mask and almost passed out.

By the time I come to my senses I can feel at least three pairs of hands rubbing, groping or petting me. But at least my Sir is here.