Chapter Two

I was so caught up in pretending my hogtie and huge ass plug were punishment for not addressing my new master in a manner befitting a lowly slave that I didn’t hear the door until it was clearly too late, though in my trussed up state it wouldn’t have made a difference. I froze, but one would be hard pressed to tell in my current state of helplessness.

My high level of embarrassment seemed to match Gary’s, who obviously didn’t know I was home and was too stunned to say anything after catching me in such an uncompromising position. I tried to speak but the large penis wedged tightly between my teeth prevented anything more than muffled sounds and drool. My two hour bondage lock went from being my best friend to my worst enemy. When the door closed, I surmised that Gary went to get a pair of scissors. I could do nothing but wait for him to return. I thought of trying to come up with a plausible excuse, but it wouldn’t matter what I said – the kinky writing was on the wall.

With nothing left to do, I tried to relax my body, knowing this very well may be the last time I got to disappear into my self-bondage fantasy world now that I had been found out. Although my situation wasn't ideal, I couldn't seem to help myself, and before long my thoughts drifted back to my original fantasy. The low vibrations coming from between my tightly bound legs began to excite me once again, causing me to moan and writhe in uncomfortable contentment.

It dawned on me that Gary should have been back with the scissors by now. Where was he? Was he so disgusted with me that he left? He was supposed to be at work today, so maybe he just forgot something and went back to work after retrieving it, leaving me to sweat all afternoon in anticipation of the inevitable and uncomfortable conversation we would no doubt be having tonight. I didn’t blame him for leaving; if the roles were reversed, I would probably need time to collect my thoughts as well.

As I paused to mull these scenarios around in my head, I thought I heard a slight sound coming from the corner of the room. I froze to listen, but I heard nothing more. I settled in to finish out my session, although it had been interrupted so many times that I wasn’t sure I would be able to recover.

I was trying to get back into the groove when I felt something touch my skin. It was ever so light, but I was sure I wasn’t imagining things. Was he still here?

Another caress. Oh my god. He must have never left! Which meant he saw me not only bound and helpless, but thoroughly enjoying it!

I didn’t know what to do next. The obvious answer was nothing, because I was tied and helpless and at his mercy. What did his touch mean? I stilled my body to see – or more accurately, feel – what he would do next.

I waited for what seemed like an impossibly long time. Then I felt a breeze on my nipple; he was blowing ever so lightly, causing a chill to travel down my spine. He then rolled my now-hard nipple between his fingers gently and seductively. A quick and hard squeeze followed, which made me jump from the sudden sensation.

I felt something wet and warm on the other one. I sighed behind the gag as his tongue made circles around one hardening nipple while his fingers caressed the other one.

I forgot my previous fantasy and started enjoying my reality. Being bound and helpless has always turned me on. Add to that the soft caresses my nipples were receiving, plus the vibrator doing its job and I was in heaven and close to being pushed over the edge. Ouch! Another painful pull on each nipple brought me back to reality, yet simultaneously excited me simultaneously.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. There were so many sensations I was experiencing that I felt like I was on sensory overload. I felt him touch my wet crotch and I knew that I would soon be over the edge. Instead of caressing me, however, I felt him reach through my crotch rope and remove my vibrator. I wriggled in protest, trying to communicate that removing it right now was not a good idea; I was so close to having an orgasm and his unceremonious removal of my source of pleasure brought any hope of climaxing to a grinding halt.

I writhed and wriggled, still trying to broadcast my displeasure, all to no avail. I finally clued in that struggling wasn’t going to help my situation, and I willed my body to stop squirming, despite the frustration I was feeling. Having no other options, I lay there waiting for him to touch me again, and just when I was losing all hope, a pressure on my butt plug made me jump.

I groaned inwardly as his touch reminded me that I went a little overboard in the back-end department. His relentless wiggling and pressure changes kept me focused and in the present, so when he unexpectedly grazed my clitoris with his fingers, the sensation simultaneously made me suck in my breath in surprise and get even more turned on than I already was. Damn, Gary, where have you been all my life?

I was putty in his hands as he caressed me with an increasingly steady pressure. He continued to aggravate my ass by moving around my plug, sliding it in and out as much as the rope would allow him, and while at first it served to impede my concentration, soon I was so lost in his touches that it all merged together to create feelings of pain and pleasure and a mounting ecstasy that I could never achieve on my own. In another minute I would be in the throes of a very powerful orgasm. He stroked me faster and faster and I was so caught up in coming that I didn’t even think about the fact that he might deny me once again. But he did, and I was left high and dry. Well, high and wet actually, and wanting more.

Maybe this was his way of punishing me for finding me tied up the way he did. I realized that fighting my bonds to get my point across was as useless as I currently was, so I lay still, my sweat-glistened body heaving while I tried to catch my breath and collect myself.

I waited, sure he would touch me again. Sure enough, he started teasing my clitoris with the vibrator he extracted from me. Low and slow, the vibrations were bringing me closer and closer to climax. With all the prior withholding, it didn’t take long for me to reach the point of no return, but each time it happened, he backed off just in time to cause me extreme frustration and aggravation.

This went on for a while and I knew by the time he let me come, it would be a good thing I was gagged or the neighbors might be concerned.

Relentlessly he teased me, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. He backed off again. Panting and glistening with sweat, I waited for him to let me finally finish. I waited some more. And then more. Finally my breathing slowed to a normal pace and I was keenly aware of the silence that greeted me. Sure I would feel his touch at any minute, I braced myself for the inevitable wave of pleasure that would wash over me. But it never came. Disappointment sunk in as I realized he was gone.

What seemed like hours passed, and I finally heard the audible “click” of the self locking timer as it released me from my self-made prison. I undid my wrists with the speed and accuracy of skilled and practiced woman, whipped my blindfold off and started unbuckling my gag, ready to both praise Gary for turning me on more than I have ever been in my entire life and give him hell for withholding what I now felt I needed like a drug.

It only took me a split second to quickly scan the room and see that he wasn’t there, however. “Gary?” I called, somewhat tentatively. No answer. I called louder, “Gary!” Had he really left?

I undid my bonds as quickly as I could, removed the plug with a wince, donned my robe and headed downstairs, not caring that the wide open windows would afford the neighbors a nice view of my barely covered battered ass.

It didn’t take long to confirm my suspicions, however; he was gone. I sat down with an exasperated sigh and thought about what I should do. What I really wanted to do was release all that built up tension in the form of an earth shattering orgasm, but Gary obviously didn’t want me to for a reason. Was he playing the part of master dominating his slave? Or maybe he figured it wasn’t fair that I got to come with titanic force and he didn’t? That didn't make much sense. Surely he could have done whatever he wanted to me. Not only would I have been helpless to stop it, but I would have welcomed it. Sure, the position wasn’t conducive to great sex, but he could have untied me or repositioned me at the very least. After looking at all the angles, I came to the conclusion that he wanted to wait until tonight. Wanted to prep me, get me hot and bothered and have a mind-blowing fuck like we hadn’t had in a long while. Admittedly, I wasn’t always overly horny when it came to sex with Gary, but I sure as hell was now. And as hard as it was, I decided to wait until tonight, figuring it could only serve to make things more exciting.