Heavenly Hell

She was walking slowly, and taking little steps. Her tensed face betrayed that something was wrong or not right.

It was all his fault. That guy she met in the bus.

MonsterP63/Karen - True Love/1

See, that predicament, she did it before. She left at home everything with which she could buy something and only had one bus ticket. She would take the bus for, oh, maybe one kilometre, then get out and walk back. That she managed, quite a few times.

But this time, she sat besides that guy. That awesome guy. And they began chatting. She had fun. So much fun that she forgot to get off the bus at her desired stop. Instead, she got up when HE wanted to get up, only to realise what she had done once off the bus. She was stuck. That awesome guy, Pete was his name, was gone. Oh she tried to get his attention but with his earbuds, he didn't heard her and hopped into another bus. She had no money. Her only way to go back home was to walk. Almost three kilometre.

That wasn't planned. Not at all.

So there she was, having the hell of her life, or was it the time of her life, going back home, thinking about that guy. That guy she had the feeling he was THE one. If only she had exchanged numbers. But noooo. She wanted to stay anonymous.

"Are you alright, miss?" asked an elderly woman passing by her.

"Yes... Yes, I'm okay. It will pass," mumbled Karen.

"That time of the month, right?" asked the woman.

Karen didn't answer. She just blushed.

"I'm almost home," she finally said, pointing to the apartment building about 100m away. "I'll be fine."

The elderly lady approached and leaned forward to get closer to her ears, a weird smile on her face.

"Just don't wear jeans that tight with heels that high and with toys," she said with a wink before walking away, adding, louder "Been there! Done that! Hail the 70's. Woooo!!!", raising one arm in the air and doing a little dance step, before resuming her elderly behavior.

That put a smile on Karen's face and made her giggle. However, those 100m left were like walking on hot coal. Well, her crotch was hot. She tried longer steps, shorter ones, taking a pause here and there. She felt that her high heels was all everybody could hear. Took her ten minutes to reach her building, then her eyes went wide.

"What the hell? The elevator is broken?" she said, out loud, stunned, having to climb stairs to reach her flats... five levels up!

She walked through hell a second time, walking slowly. She was holding her crotch from her leather gloved hands between people passing by going down or passing her going up. One step at a time.

She was panting. She was working hard not to orgasm. Not in the echoing staircases! Even her moans would be heard by the whole building. Just the creaking of her too tight leather jacket was creating quite a loud noise, and she had to be careful with her heels.

She finally reached her floor and dragged her high heeled feet down the corridor, grunting to have chosen the farthest flat from the staircase. Seemed like a good idea at the time, having to walk the whole corridor in her favorite kinky attire. But not today. She felt like it was one kilometre long!

She finally reached her door, struggling to get the keys from her small purse with her thick leather gloves, but it was part of the fun, wasn't it? Well... not now.

Finally, she opened it and went inside, eager to release herself.

She stumbled into her apartment and rushed to her bedroom, not realising that she hadn't fully closed the door, and she literally threw herself on the bed, panting, happy to be home. Damn, she was so hot!!

She reached for her crotch but the tight jeans and her leather coated fingers didn't do much. She had to get undressed. She struggled to reach the zipper of her tight leather jacket, the sleeves being so tight that bending her arms was a challenge. She unzipped it, revealing a black second skin underneath, and a red corset crushing her waist. And the jacket wasn't off yet!

It was so tight and with the shoulder length leather gloves was locked inside the sleeves, and was making even more difficult to take off. Damn, she was hot. She kept moving her thighs, rubbing them trying to, at the same time, ease the urge and teasing herself. Quite a feat!

Okay, one sleeve off. The leather glove was quickly removed and she managed to take off the other sleeve and the other glove. Now, she could get to her jeans.

She undone the button with difficulties and pulled the zipper down. Well, tried to.

"Shit! No, not a stuck zipper again! Not now... Come on! Move. MOVE... Shit!" she said as she managed to break the zipper tab, leaving he stuck zipper in place.

"No, no, no..." she said, almost crying. "Oh, the hell with it!"

She laid on her back on the bed and took her fully charged magic wand and pressed it hard against her crotch. She screamed! The orgasm came quickly but it was painful. With one thrust of her hips, her crotch suddenly released and she heard something metallic hit the wall in front of her.

She giggled. The zipper had given up and flown to pieces. That giggle made her lost the sex drive. Damn...

She stayed there, giggling and breathing fast, thanks to the corset, but she as calming down. Slowly, she managed to peel herself out of her tight jeans and remove her ankle booties sporting a 12cm heel.

Just that teased her again. Oh, she had to do it but she had to do it good. Really good.

She walked to her large boot closet and chose her knee-high ballet boots. Sitting on the nearby chair, she laced them tightly, one after the other, taking her time. Feeling her leg being enclosed in that rigid leather tube was part of the pleasure. Once done, she stood up, quickly finding her balance and walked to her dresser. She opened a drawer which was full of bondage accessories. She picked cuffs, a collar, then opened another drawer to retrieve a latex hood, and finally, she took a large clear container and picked a few padlocks. Okay, a lot of padlocks.

She then proceeded to link chains to some of the numerous D rings lining the edges of her bed, all around.

She put the latex hood and gently put the large yoke underneath her neck entry catsuit, smoothing the wrinkles. She added a head harness to which she snapped a panel gag equipped with a very large hard rubber penis that filled her mouth. She moaned as she tightened the strap to make it go deeper. That felt good.

She tightly fixed leather cuffs around her ankles, then liked chains to different rings on the side of her bed before sitting in the middle of it. She linked the chains going to the exterior side of the foot of the bed to the outside of her ankle cuffs, and a chains that were going in the middle of the foot board to the inner ring of her ankle cuffs, doing a V shape.

She took what looked like a microphone stand and fixed her magic wand on the tip of the horizontal rod and roughly placed it near the foot of the bed.

She then pulled herself upward, pulling on her legs. That put them widely apart but totally impossible to move from there. She grabbed the magic wand attached to the microphone pole and brought it to her crotch. It would provide the necessary teasing.

She added leather wrist cuffs and a collar. She fastened that last one just tight enough so that it was disturbing but not impairing her breathing or her blood flow, then laid on her back, pulling on her legs again to make sure she was stretching them enough. She moved the magic wand stand so it would be at the right place.

The cuffs on her wrists had large circular steel plates attached to them. When laying down, she could see the timer, cleverly hidden inside the head board. She punched in the numbers. Oh, one hour, thirty minutes. That should do the job. She clicked the start button then, stretching, she put the steel plates inside circular cavities carved in the heavy wood of the head board.

Nothing. Oh, she was missing it by a few millimetres. She grabbed the head board and pulled herself up as much as she could, feeling the ankle cuffs tighten. She tried again.

Click! The left wrist had been captured. Oh, damn! The blindfold.

She quickly put it on. Good thing it was attached to the gag harness. Then she blindly reached for the right circular cavity.

Where the heck was it? Damn, it looked like she had fixed herself lower than usual, she could barely reach it. First try. Second try. Third try.

Damn! Well, the only solution was to reach for her left cuff, unfastened it from her wrist and do the whole setup again, but loosely.

She didn't wanted more delays, she wanted it now! She pulled herself as high as possible using her left wrist and swung her arm to reach the circular cavity. Once. Twice Click! There. She was stuck for 1.5 hours. According to the other timer, the magic wand should fire in about 10 minutes. All she had to do now was wait. And she was more stretched than before. Awesome! This will be a session to remember!

She gently squirmed in her bondage, feeling the restraints, the latex coating her body, the corset crushing her waist. She could also feel her feet in the en-pointe position, forced by the ballet boots. She just loved it. She loved the restriction. If she could live a live as a bondage slave, she would be happy. She had a thought for that guy on the bus. Pete. She hoped. She dreamed.

The magic wand starting to vibrate called her out of her daydream. Oh, yes that was good. Very good, but faint. Yeah, she had pulled herself upward more to reach the magnetic cups. Damn. Oh well, she could still feel it, she just had to squirm more to really touch it, more challenge! Even better.

She was squirming, every feeling of the restraints amplifying the teasing created by the magic wand. that was so good. Oh! A change of pattern from the random setting of the vibrator.

She was squirming, slowly, the light entering from the window reflecting on her shiny body, emphasising the wave like movements she was doing, moved. She was enjoying all of it. One little thrust of the hips and she touched the magic wand harder. Oh, that was good.

Yes, the orgasm was building, the teasing was working, oh yes, one more squirm, one more press against the magic wand. Yes. YES! On more thrust forward of the hips and it... uh? Wait. Where is it? She could still hear it hum, but...

Oh shit! She didn't tightened the knobs enough and she pushed the magic wand away. Now, she couldn't reach it. Damn! She tried, again and again, thrusting her hips forward but she could barely touch it.

She let herself drop down, relaxing all of her muscles.

"You wanted frustration, you got it, lady," she said to herself. "Wait. I never wanted frustration. Damn!"
She giggled. Oh well, in an hour or so she would be free and she will reposition everything correctly, without hurrying, which had been her demise. Check it twice, do it once.

The Wait

She waited. And waited. Damn, that hour seems quite long, isn't it? She pulled on her wrist cuffs. Nope. The magnets were still well engaged. Oh well, she could always use her "chicken-button", her emergency release method. One good hard yank on her right wrist should break the weak link she put there. All she had to do is pull herself as high as possible to get as much slack as possible and give it a hard yank.

Problem was: she was already as high as she could go and there was no slack on her cuff link. No slack means no momentum. And she needed that momentum to break open the weak link.

She tried. Once, twice, three times. It only hurt her wrist. She was getting anxious.

"Oh, you're too nervous, Karen. Just wait it out. Time seems like an eternity when you can just lay there and do nothing," she said to herself.

She tried to doze off, but of course, the feeling of the restraints were still arousing her. Each time she was about to go to sleep, the tug on her wrists or her ankles just woke her up.

The sun was still shining through her window but it was getting late. When she went to bed, she remembered the sun was hitting her stomach. Now, she was feeling the heat at her thighs.

She struggled to get free, pulling as much as she could, but nothing happened.

She was stuck. Really stuck.

That wasn't fun anymore but... damn, so arousing. She squirmed, again, feeling the restraints, feeling the tight latex sliding on her straining legs and arms. She was feeling the corset that seemed to become tighter with time. She was feeling the collar, each time she tried to swallow.

All of this would have been torture for the ordinary people, but not for Karen. Even in such a dramatic situation, she was still finding it arousing. She was slowly moving her hips up and down, feeling her dead toys. Dead, only steel rods, but darn, they were disturbing.

"If I am to be stuck here for a while, better enjoy it," she said to herself.

Yes, something had gone wrong with her timer. Maybe she entered 2 hours. No. What was the number just above the 1? Let's see, 1, 2, 3... 4. That's it, she punched in 4:30 hours instead of 1:30. Yeah, that had to be it. Just a little more time to go. Oh damn! This setup felt so good!

She had a though for that elderly lady. Did she tried bondage too? Was there latex in the 70's?

She imagined. She dreamed. A sexy dream.

Then there was a few knocks.

The Visitor

"Karen? Karen is that you?" said the voice.

Karen turned her head. Did she just heard voices?

"Hello? Anybody home? The door was ajar. This is Pete, from the bus, remember? Hello?"

"Pete? What the heck is he doing here? How did he found where she lived. What a creep. Oh, wait! I'm stuck! Shit! Should I hide or should he help me out?"

She didn't realised that all those thoughts, she said them through her gag, mumbling and moaning.

He saw the bedroom door opened, and saw her on the bed. He smiled.

MonsterP63/Karen - True Love/2

"Karen? Is that you? Damn... Did you do that to yourself?" asked the voice, getting closer.

"MFGGHFFFF!!! MGHFFFFMMMMMM! she said as loud as she could through her gag.

He removed the blindfold and saw stunned eyes, then he took off the gag, a large pool of drool spewing out.

"P... Pete? What?... How..."

He showed her driver's licence.

"I don't know how it ended up there, but I found it at the bottom of my shopping bag I had with me on the bus."

"Damn... I'm sure glad it fell there!" she said, giggling. "I... I think I miskeyed my time on my little time box there," she said, trying to point to the head of the bed." I was supposed to be like that for one and a half hour but..." she said, still moving her bound wrists as if all of it was perfectly normal. In fact, she was still enjoying the restriction.

"Wow. Damn lucky I got your driver's licence, otherwise people would have begin to get worry only Monday, in two days!"

"Ha, ha, Yeah, right... Wait. Monday? How come?"

"Well, I don't know how you punched your numbers but, let me think..." he said, counting on his fingers, "well looks like you entered something like 41 hours because there's over 38 hours left."

"Shit! Well, I did entered it a little late, while I was half tied-up and my head upside down so... Damn! Forty hours? Yeah, that would have been bad. Thank you, I guess." she said.

"Here, let me help you get out of this predicament," he said, aiming for her wrist cuff.

"No, wait," she said, pulling it away.

"Wait? What for?"

"Well... I..." she began, hesitating. She was about to spill her guts, then again, there he was in her room, full of bondage memorabilia. Even the posters on the walls showed people in latex tied up. "You see, all I ever did is self bondage, and this," she said, wiggling her wrists to emphasis her current predicament "is a first I would like to enjoy. And since you are here, maybe you can, you know... take charge... Oh, oh my god. I hope I'm not offending you with this, I mean, I don't know you and..."

She stopped as he took a step back and began to take his jeans belt off, then unzipping his jeans and pulling them down.

"Oh shit!" she said, eyes wide "A creep!"

"Karen, I'm wearing latex underwear and faux-leather leggings three sizes too small under my jeans. If there's a weirdo here, it's me."

She giggled as he pulled his pants back up.

"Oh, OH!! Okay then... I think... Well, you know... you can leave them down, you don't really need to hide anything around here. So... Does that means that Iggrmfhfffff."

"Yes. That means yes." he said, tightly fastening the harness gag back, then adding the blindfold.

She was squirming, anticipating the vibrating magic wand to be put against her crotch, but nothing happened, or it was taking a long time. Too long.

Did he just... walk out? What a dork. She should have... wait. What is he doing?"

He was passing a large leather belt he had found in a drawer around Karen's already tiny waist and fastening tightly. So tight in fact that she felt it through her corset. He then linked more rope between the large D rings of said belt to the edges of the bed, through the screwed O-rings already there. She felt herself sink into the mattress. Then more cuffs were added over her knees. They were linked together from the inside ring then the outside ring was linked to rings on the side of the bed frame, pulling then tight. Now, her knees couldn't move and it was impossible for her to raise her hips.

She felt he was working on her ankle cuffs. Those were linked from the outside ring to the bed. He fed more rope to the inside rings and link them in the middle of the foot of the bed and pull them as tightly as he could.

Her legs couldn't move at all!

She squirmed, testing the limits of the new setup. She moaned in appreciation. Damn, that was tight and restrictive! She loved it. She just wish that... wait. What was he doing?

He gently lift her head to remove her previous collar and put another, wider one in its place.. She recognised it as her posture collar. He fastened it tightly. Enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to restrict breathing or cutting blood flow to her brain. Then he added more rope to the top ring of her head harness and pulled it tight, forcing her head to stretch toward the headboard.

She squirmed like the devil in holy water but it did nothing. Well, yes, it did something: it aroused her like never before! Damn, that restriction felt so good!

He placed the mic stand back, pressing the magic wand tightly against her crotch and he attached it with more rope, making sure it wouldn't go away, no matter how much she would struggle... assuming she was able to.

He then turned it on.

Immediately, she tried to throw her head backward but nothing move. Standing at the foot of the bed, all he saw moving was her fingers and her feet. Nothing else moved although he could see the struggle of the muscles through the extremely tight and shiny black latex of her suit.

She was enjoying all of it: the restriction the vibration, the feeling of being totally helpless at the mercy of her... Master? Oh, the hell with the proper terms!

The orgasm quickly built up and exploded. Damn, that was good. The more she struggled, the longer it kept going. She would live that again, and again... and again. She would never get tired of it.

However, it wasn't completely subsided when she felt the magic wand being taken off.

"Mooooomffh" she managed to mumbled through her tight panel gag with the deep penis-shaped insert. She wanted more. That was too early. What the hell was he doing?

The vibration was suddenly back but it was different. Oh, he was handling it. And moving it around.

Oh shit! That was even better, devilish! He moved the magic wand around her crotch, down her inner thighs from one side to the other, then slowly slid it upward, over her corset, over her stomach, up to her breasts, circling around them in an 8 pattern, then while he was vibrating one breast, he was massaging the other with his free hand, bringing the vibrator to the tip of her nipple before slowly switching breast.

Damn! Her brain was becoming a mess of feelings, of emotions. A mix of helplessness, anxiety, arousal and anticipation. She was desperately trying to move her hips up and down to feel something down there while he was playing up there, but the feeling was minimum, thanks to his very tight bondage.

Finally, while he was still massaging her breasts, the magic wand was slid downward to her crotch and began to play there, turning around the area, just barely touching it for a fraction of a second before circling away again.

That was driving her nuts! She was throwing her head side to side, limited by the pulling rope and the posture collar. Everything was out of her control. And it felt sooooo good!

He pressed the wand hard against her crotch. Her body tensed as rigid as a steel bar while the orgasm exploded in her brain. He saw her body begin to shiver, to shake uncontrollably as the orgasm rummaged inside every cells of her body.

She was living an out of body experience as the orgasm reached it's full power. She felt as her spirit was thrown out, sent into a universe of pleasure, filled with fireworks, each explosion of light being a smaller orgasm. All accumulating.

"Is that what they call being inside their happy place?" her mind wondered as she felt loss in a field of swirling colors.

She was out cold. Her breathing was calming down. Pete looked at her with a smile, taking the wand off her crotch. No reaction. Yeah, she was really out, softly moaning, softly still slightly pulling on her bonds.

He carefully pulled the crotch zipper down and smiled. As he expected, she was wearing latex panties with attached sheaths. He pulled out the steel dildos filling her holes. Oh, he didn't only pulled them out. He pushed them back in and out a few times, keeping her enjoying the pleasure. He replaced them with softer and larger ones he had found in a drawer, a red LED indicator blinking at the bottom of them.

Again, he didn't only inserted them. He played with them, in, out, in, out, in out. He could see her head trying to move around as if she was weightless. He closed the zipper, loosened the ropes secured to the waist belt and took it off, then removed the ropes of her knee cuffs.

He gently slid a steel chastity belt under her hips and fastened it in place, putting the keys in the pocket of her jeans on the floor.

He gently untied her. She didn't reacted much. Yes, she was still out, in whatever happy place she was. He brought her legs together and linked the ankle and knees cuffs with a short chain. Rolling her on her side, he gathered her wrists behind her back and linked them together, adding elbow cuffs and linking them also together in a tight elbow tie.

He took a step back as she slowly gathered herself into a fetal position, still evidently enjoying herself. He removed the blindfold and headed out of the room, walking backward, looking at the squirming black latex female form on the bed. He smiled. Perhaps. Just perhaps.

Back to the Real World

Did she dreamed all that? Was it for real?

She chewed on the large gag filling her mouth. She tried to reach it but realised her arms were tightly tied in her back, something she was unable to do by herself.

She blinked a few times. The bedroom light was dim. The sun was setting down. What time was it?

She slowly squirmed, still feeling the remnants of the orgasmic hormones. That had been good. So good. So wonderful. Oh, her legs were also tied up, but she could move them. Something was different. She was feeling something between her legs. Ah yes, she was now wearing her chastity belt. Damn, she didn't even recalled putting it on!

She smell something good. She rolled on the other side to face the bedroom door. There was more light in the kitchen and the sound of something sizzling on the stove. Squirming, she managed to sit on the edge of the bed.

Yes, her legs were tied but she would be able to walk. She did it before in some of her self-bondage sessions. But her arms were not as restrained as they were at the moment.

It took her four attempts to get up. And even then, she was quite unsteady on her ballet heels. Her legs were still a little bit numb from the tight and oh so wonderful bondage.

She hobbled her way out of the bedroom, one little step at a time, sometimes leaning the left, other times to the right. She took a pause, leaning against the door frame, looking at that man, in T-shirt and tight faux-leather leggings, working in the kitchen. He turned around to reach the refrigerator and he saw her.

"Oh, hey. Welcome back. It was getting late so I figured I better prepare some dinner." he said. "I hope you don't mind."

MonsterP63/Karen - True Love/3

"And he cooks too?" she said to herself.

She nodded no, still restrained by the posture collar.

"I did what I could with what I found and I did a quick trip to the corner store to grab what was missing," he said, filling a plate while she slowly hobbled her way to the dining table.

He put down the plate, filled with wonderfully smelling... was that seafood fried rice?"

He filled a plate, put it at his place then, taking a towel, placed it on her chin before taking the gag off, wiping off the mouthful of drool spewing out, and wiping her face, or rather her latex hood cleaned, before taking place.

Karen stood there, still waiting for him to free her arms.

"You're not hungry? Oh, you don't like what I made? I... I can make something else," he said, quickly getting up, "I just thought..."

"No, it's alright," she said from a raspy voice, thanks to the deep gag, "It's just... you know..." she said, showing her bound arms.

"I don't see the problem," he said, smiling. "You don't need any knife or anything to eat that, just your mouth. I'm sure you did it before."

She smiled. Of course she did it before. She sat down, letting out a little yelp as her chastity belt hit the wooden chair, while he filled her glass with wine. She looked at him and dove face first into her plate, taking a mouthful. She was making a mess but she was eating.

The only difference is that she would have taken off the posture collar. That greatly impaired her movements, rendering more difficult than when she did it. But she loved the challenge. After all, this time, she had no control. She was enjoying her meal as much as her setup.

She manage to grab the wine glass with her teeth and slowly tip it backward to have a sip. Again, of course she created a mess and she knew, well, she wished, she knew who would be clearing that and in what circumstances.

After the meal was done, he even managed to make some dessert, he unlinked her arms to fasten her wrists in front of her.

"I don't know where your broom is stored so... I leave that to you." he said, washing the dishes while she hobbled her way to the broom closet and back, picking up everything that had fell down, including mopping the wine mess. When that was done, she took a towel and wiped off her suit because a lot of that mess had stuck to her!

"So... Do you want to do something for the evening?"

"Well... You are, like... in charge here at the moment," she said, showing her bound wrists.

"Ah, yes, of course. How about a movie?"

"I have nothing to say to that," she said.

"Yes, you're right," he said, quickly fetching the gag and putting it back in place, fastening even tighter.

He then linked are arms back into the elbow tie. He led her to the living room, making her take place in to the double reclining sofa. He looked around, even crouched down to look under it, under the amused Karen's look. What the heck was he doing, or rather planning to do?

"I'll be right back," he said, disappearing into the bedroom. He came back shortly after with chains and quick links.

Under her gag, she smiled. He would tie her up in the recliner! She couldn't ask for more.

He fixed a chain under the frame of the recliner, pulled up behind the back of the chair and linked it to her collar. It was tight, slightly pulling the collar upward.

With the footrest raised, he linked her ankle chain to the under-frame. There. She couldn't operated the mechanism and she couldn't get out at all.

"Okay, now what to watch," he said as he looked up her impressive DVD collection, then chose one. "Oh, I love that one and it's been a while since I saw it," all, without showing her the movie.

She recognised it as it began to play: The Fifth Element! Yeah, that was a good one. She would have chosen, perhaps, a rom-com one, you know, so they could cuddle a little. She was falling in love with that guy, so she was hoping, you know, a more romantic evening.

As the movie started, he put it on pause, got up and put his phone on the living room table as Karen felt a jolt in her crotch. Oh fuck! He had replaced the dildos and put the remote controlled one?"

"I don't know how good it is but... I set it on sound activated," he said with a devilish smile as he sat back besides her, putting his hand on her latex coated thigh and restarting the movie.

She moaned. She knew what was in store for her!

She was teased and tormented throughout the movie, receiving a long blast on every explosion, but the final battle scene took the crown, sending her to orgasm not once but twice!

Good Night

Once the movie had ended, he untied her and led her, still hobbling to the bedroom where he gently pushed her on the bed, taking place besides her and beginning to caress her. She moaned. That was good! That was awesome. She should has him for his number!

One thing leading to another, he took her chastity belt off as well as the vaginal dildo, then, taking off his faux-leather leggings, he revealed that his latex briefs had a penis sheath. Well, two layers of latex would offer good protection, wouldn't it?

He gently took place over her. She couldn't resist much anyway, her arms were still in the elbow tie.

She felt her hot throbbing member enter her as he gently stroke it back and forth while squishing her breasts. Damn, that felt good, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. That was different from the artificially induced orgasms. This was real.

Oh, it wasn't her first partner, but it was the first one while she was tied up in latex. That was different. Very different. The orgasm was different, more real, more warm, more living.

After the pleasure wave, they rested side by side on the bed for some time. Karen was tired and she quickly doze off. He stayed there, looking at her softly breathing, her latex creaking with every expansion of her chest.

He also found sleep but he was disturbed by the sight and feeling of latex besides him. In the middle of the night, he gently unlinked her arms and managed to linked them back in front of her. He gathered his belongings and quietly left.

She woke up with the sun shining in her eyes, her mouth still filled with the gag. She turned around, expecting to see him there but she was alone. He's probably in the kitchen making breakfast, right?

Err... No. No one there. That's when she saw something on the table. Wrists still bound, she picked it up, not noticing the piece of paper falling on the floor. It was a driver's licence. HIS driver's licence. On the table, some colored coded keys. She knew what they were, it was her color coding. Those were the keys to release her wrists and ankles, but... where were the rest?

Yeah, of course... at HIS place. That's why he left his driver's licence there.

Yeah, she could get there but... not like that! Yes, she could cover her body but not her head and face, and she was still gagged! She couldn't take public transport. His intents were good but... who was he? She knew nothing about him, except that he was kinky. Would she go there all impaired like that?

She had spare keys, of course, frozen in a block of ice. Yeah, she would take herself out of her bondage, at least the gag, hood and collar, before going there.

She opened her freezer and emptied half of it before finding the container filled with frozen water with her keys inside. She picked it and froze (pun intended). But what if?... Nah, that wouldn't work, she said, getting it out and putting it in the kitchen sink, where she froze again for a moment, thought and put it back in the freezer.

She took her phone, went to the rideshare app and applied for a ride, with specific instructions.

Boldly Going Where She Never Went Before

It took her half an hour before having someone accepting the ride, then another half hour before receiving the notification "will be there in 5 minutes".

She took a deep breath. It was now or never. She walked out of her apartment, in full gear, nothing hidden, and began to walk down the four flights of stairs to the street. She heard noises. Someone was coming up. Oh well, too late to turn around.

A young man she knew lived on the same floor walked toward her, eyes wide, slowing down as Karen went past him. She could feel her stare as she was walking down. She giggled, he could never identify her. She reached the street as the ride parked in front of it. A young blond woman got out. At first, she looked shocked then smiled.

"I thought it was a prank. Come on, I'll ride you to your destination," she said, helping Karen take place.

"Do that often?" she asked, looking at her passenger in the mirror.

Karen nodded no and made a "1" with her finger.

"First time, right? So, you got pranked?"

She made a "not really" sign.

"Anyway, just so you know, it was impressive seeing you walking in ballet boots like that. It's not your first time, right?"

Karen nodded no while giggling.

The conversation was not easy as only one could talk and she had to look in her mirror to see the answer. The ride took over half an hour to a small house in the suburbs. She tanked the shared ride driver.

"If you need a ride back, just call me!"

Karen nodded then headed to the house. She was sure she saw neighbors staring at her through their windows. She noticed that the front door seemed ajar. Carefully, she walked to it. She carefully pushed it. She couldn't call out as she was gagged. She knocked. She heard a moan coming from afar.

She closed the door behind her and tried to follow the moans.She passed the living room. On her left, a corridor. There was some light coming from the room at the far end. She walked to it, knocking on the walls to announce she was coming. The door was half opened. She carefully pushed it open and stopped, stunned.

There, on a bed covered with a purple latex sheet, was laying a man, in full black latex catsuit, a red latex waist cincher, knee-high high heel boots, spread eagled. His head was covered with a hood with an attached blindfold and ball gag. His neck was wrapped into a tight posture collar. He was spread out, limbs stretched. However, she could clearly see a timed padlock on his right wrist. It had one hour left to it. Nearby, on the bedside table, was a quick link. Putting that link there would prevent him from getting free when the lock would release.

Making a devilish smile under her gag, she took it and put it in place, effectively by-passing the padlock. He moaned. He felt someone was playing with his chains but he looked tensed, anxious.

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She then gently began to slide her latex coated hand over his chest, feeling it. He reacted, suddenly relaxing but at the same time stretching in his restraints. Her hands slid down, slowly, making him shiver, reaching over his waist cincher, over his manhood, well erected under his catsuit. She opened the crotch zipper. Of course, he still had latex underwear with a penis sheath.

She began to softly stoke it. He reacted. Oh yes, he liked it. She would have gladly climbed over him but she was belted and HE had the keys.

"You didn't think about that, didn't you," she thought saying.

She stroke it, gently. She could see him react. She saw a magic wand on the table. She picked it up and turned it on, touching his manhood with it.

He immediately reacted, thrusting his hips forward, trying to maintain contact with it, but she cleverly pulled it away, keeping just shy of touching it.

He could feel the vibration. That was rendering him mad, apparently, judging by his futile attempts to get to it, and his moans, getting louder and desperate.

Carefully, she played with him, getting the vibrator on his cock then taking it off, leaving him build up his orgasm. She could feel it, it was close, almost there and... nope.

She took the wand away and give his cock a hard slap, giggling.

He was mad! He was frustrated. He fought his restraints but, nothing give.

"There's nothing like a good teasing," she would have said if she wasn't gagged.

Three times, she teased him, bringing him to the edge, before finally leaving him having one on the fourth time.

She never thought a man could grunt like that, not with a gag and heavily restrained like he was.

After the orgasm had ran through his body, he relaxed, his breathing slowing down. That had been good. He was ready to be taken out of his bondage. But she had other ideas.

After all, she should... punish him for forcing her to come out in public like that, in full gear.

She looked at him, squirming on the bed and walked out. How about a reverse Uno card, she thought.

She walked to the kitchen and looked around, starting to prepare a meal. She was also a good cook. After about half an hour, she walked back to the bedroom. He had apparently dozed off. Looking around, she saw a drawer opened with interesting stuff in it: more cuffs, links, steel bars, some gags. Besides his bed was a large IKEA-like closet filled with high heels. He was apparently a high heel fetishist as well.

She unlinked his legs and brought them together with a hobble chain. She added tight straps over his knees, also linked with a short chain. She unlinked his wrists and had him turn on his stomach before linking his wrists together. She added straps to his elbows but couldn't bring them together in a tight elbow tie, but that would restrain him anyway. She then took off the blindfold.

Her eyes were wide, but were also full of love. He loved what was happening to him. A fantasy come true.

Karen gestured eating and pointed to the dining room. He struggled to get up, having to try it three times before succeeding, then he hobbled his way to the dining room, smelling the meal.

As he saw what was on his plate, his shoulder began to shake. He was giggling. She had made a macaroni and tomato dish. He knew what was coming.

Karen pointed to her gag then his, clearly stating that he would not get his ballgag off before she gets her panel gag off. He pointed to the living room table. She saw them. She took the keys and removed her gag over the kitchen sink, wiping the drool, then removed his ball gag, wiping his drool with a towel.

"Hello love of my life," he said.

"Hello love of my life," she answered. "I guess you know the drill," she added, sitting down and not waiting for him to take place.

Giggling, he sat down and looked at the bowl.

"This is gonna get messy."

"I know," she said, giggling, taking a mouthful.

And yes it was, but he liked it. The dish and the predicament. As it was for her, it was the first time bondage was out of his control. No timer, no easy access freedom. He was at her mercy. He was anxious at what she had in store for him. After all, he didn't went easy on her. He was expecting, perhaps hoping, she would do the same.

Like he did for her, she took care of the dishes while, with his hands tied in front, cleaned the mess he had made.

"So, what do we do now? Is that it?" she asked.

"I hope not," he said. "Please, this way," he added leading her to a closed door. "Go ahead, open it. Don't be afraid... yet." he said, with a creepy voice.

Not so sure, she opened the door and stopped.

"What the..." she said, getting inside, eyes wide. The room was filled with bondage equipment: crosses, benches, torture bench, stocks, etc. Large rings everywhere, even on the ceiling, and even an electrical winch.

"I am obviously not the first one in here," she said, approaching an X-frame.

"Technically, you're the second one, since I am the first."

"No, I mean that you must have had... no wait. You never had a partner here before?"

"No, not until you."

"But all these equipment needs someone to install the subject on it."

"Yes, or some cleverly hidden magnets or springs with some timed release. I build them all myself to use by myself, but they could be used without the self-release method.

She paid closer attention to the X frame. Yes, both wrists rings were magnetically held there.

"That's impressive," she said.

"Yes, but it's not the same as someone taking care of you instead of relying on a self-release method you never know if it will work."

"Oh, absolutely." she said, looking at how the X frame was upholstered.

"You seem quite interested by that one. Want to have a go at it?"

"I... I don't know...

"What do you mean, you don't know? Get on the footrest. Come on. There you go. If you allow me..." he said, taking some quick links and linking her ankle cuffs to the frame, then doing the same with her knee cuffs. He took longer chains and linked the rings on the side of her chastity belt to the frame, then her arm cuffs to end with her wrist cuffs.

She immediately tried to get free. She needed to feel the restriction, to feel the pull on her cuffs.

"A little bit of exercise should help the digestion, right? Hang on... Oh, right!" he said, laughing, leaving the room to come back a moment later with the magic wand.

He took a similar "mic pole" and fixed the vibrator to it, putting it against her crotch, but barely touching. He turned it on.

"OoooooWOOOOwww. That's... that's good.. Hummmm...." she said, slowly moving her hips. "But it's a little too far, can you get it, you know, closer?"

"Yes, but I have to take care of something first," he said leaving the room again to come back holding her gag. "You're quite noisy."

A few moments later, her mouth was full and she was muted.

And he brought the vibrator closer, but barely. She had to pull her hips forward as much as she could to feel it. Oh, that was devilish. She loved it.

He snapped a blindfold over her eyes. She squirmed, evidently enjoying her situation. He fetched another vibrator, a smooth long tube, from a drawer and began to play with it, teasing Karen, placing it on her armpits, creating a tickling feeling, then on her breasts, or the sides of her rib cage, on her inner thighs, back to her breasts, on her panel gag, back to the sides of her rib cage, which made her react the most as she was definitely ticklish.

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After a good half hour of that teasing, she was ready to take the next step, but he stopped. He removed the blindfold and the gag and put a gasmask over her head instead, and said gasmask had a built-in gag!

Immediately she saw the problem, or rather the challenge. She felt and heard the bubbler bottle attached to the gasmask. Now she was struggling to breath, while coping with all the teasing as he had resumed his... work.

The lenses of the gasmask were not opaque but yellow tinted and covered in grease or something similar making her vision blurry. It was an out of this world experience. She never wore a gasmask before. The sound of her breathing, the struggle to breath, the struggling of her bondage, the teasing made by the hand-held vibrator, oh damn! So unreal, yet so good!

The orgasm built but slowly, teasing by teasing, struggle by struggle, breath by breath. Oh, there it is, yes, she was ready to jump and... everything stopped. Her breathing became easy, the vibration of the wand at her crotch stopped, even Pete's teasing stopped. She blinked a few times and saw him. He was blurry but he was standing in front of her, arms crossed from what she could distinguish.

"I thought you would like to experience tease and denial too." he said, making a reference to what she did. He then laughed. "Enjoy your cool-off time!" he said, before walking out of the room.

She screamed and she tried to get free but she couldn't. She threw her head backward, giggling.

"Well, you asked for it," she said to herself.

It seemed like an eternity. She was getting bored. As any self-bondage enthusiast would say, it's hard to just keep going when you know that escape is just a "chicken-button" away. Except, she didn't had a chicken button at that moment. She was completely at the mercy of her captor. She would be bored, then so be it. She had no control. She moaned, louder and louder, squirming, trying to get her toys to come to life but, it did nothing. And being stretched like that began to take its toll, especially on her aching feet. Laying down on a bed was one thing. Standing up was another thing.

She grunted more and more. she saw a shadow near the doorway. And her toys became alive. Immediately, her squirming resumed. Then, all of a sudden, she felt falling down. It lasted one second but it was like the platform she was resting on simply let go. Now, she was suspended by her cuffs, still firmly attached to the slightly backward leaning X frame.

That was again, another experience.

That was good. Really good. She saw a shadow and something was pressed against her crotch. The magic wand was turned on again.

Oh gosh!! And Pete was back on her with his hand-held vibrator.

Her breathing accelerated, impaired by the bubbler, she was struggling to breath, to get air to her brain. The orgasm built again, quickly. Yes, this time she had to do it, she had to reach it. She wanted to exp....

OH FUCK!!!

He laughed at her struggling from the frustration as everything stopped. Again.

He walked out.

"You will pay for that," she thought. "Revenge will not come easy."

As she was getting bored again, all hell broke loose and the teasing resumed. She was so expecting to be cut-off again that she worked hard to delay it, so not to be frustrated in the middle of it, but when it finally exploded, she was launched into orbit, but not around the Earth, but around the Galaxy!

She could see billions and billions of stars turning around her, in her head, inside her body, in every cell, delivering this sparking light of pleasure. Her body was taken by strong convulsions as the teasing was not stop, from the mechanical part as well as from Pete who was squishing her breasts and trying to tickle her while she was orgsaming.

That was just too much! Her brain shut down while she went away to her happy place. From Pete's point of view, she was suddenly high on drugs. Her drugs. Her pleasure hormones. He smiled. Mission accomplished.

Another Day, Another Life

She never realised she was released from the X frame and carried to the bedroom. The rest went out as a blur as her brain was still trying to reboot after such an intense pleasure event. She tied Pete up for a good part of the afternoon. They had a nice dinner, both preparing it while being restrained and both eating it, still restrained.

She wanted to sleep, and she did, falling deeply asleep on his sofa, arms tied on her back, legs tied together. Oh, he was restrained too, but not as much because he had to be able to free her.

The morning sun actually woke her up. She was laying on her side, on the sofa, tied up and gagged. She couldn't recall anything of the last evening. And she was still dizzy about it. She was actually awakened by the sizzling of bacon and the smell of coffee.

"Hello ray of latex sunshine. Do you want a coffee?" he asked as he was freeing her, removing the gag, kneeling by her side.

"Yes... I NEED it. I think..." she managed to say.

He got up. She raises her eyebrows when she realised that he was wearing a full clear latex catsuit under... whatever that was. He came back with a cup of coffee as she was trying to sit down. She took a sip and sigh. That felt good. She stilled glanced at how he was dressed. Only his head was uncovered.

"I just have to ask... What's with... this?" she said, pointing at his red and pink flowery T-shirt and red and white polka dots short, made from latex, of course.

"Oh, those?" he said, giggling, "Pretty nice, right?

Karen grinned. He laughed.

"I found them at a flea market. I wanted something cheap I could sleep with. I mean, they suffer most of the pulls and tugs I make when I roll over in my sleep, so if they tear off, I don't mind."

She looked surprised.

"You... Uh... But... Whea......"

"Yes, I sleep in this clear latex suit, mostly, and I put these... pyjamas over it."

"Oh... wow... You... You do know that there exists a way to, ahem... stop you from twisting and turning while you... err... sleep, right?"

"I was hoping you'd say something like that," he said with a large smile.

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She glanced at him, looking at his knee-high boots.

"And I wear the boots too," he said, answering her silent question. "Nothing better in the morning than getting up in high heels."

She looked stunned. Then again...

"I have a rule in this house: latex and high heels, as much as possible. I renovated this house wearing latex and high heels. Well, I switched from latex to PVC after destroying a catsuit, but you get the idea." he said, pointing at the shoe mat near the door, with a few pairs of high heels.

"So... I'm good..." she said, rubbing her latex encased thighs.

"Yes you are," he said giggling, "Otherwise I would have to... punish you... for not following the rules. Okay, now back to the sad reality of the real world. The shower is over there." he said. All the keys are in the bathroom. You can go when ready. When do you start to work?"

"W... Work?"

"You work, don't you."

"Yeah, but not on the weekend, only Monday."

"We ARE Monday. It's Monday morning and it's 07:10".

"Oh, shoot!" she said, putting her coffee down and running to the bathroom, stumbling forward as she had forgotten that she was wearing ballet heels.

He heard the shower running for a few minutes then she walked out, naked, covering herself with a towel.

"Welcome back beauty. Where did you put your change of clothes?"

"I... That's the problem. I don't have any."

"Oh, I left you a note with my driver's licence."

"I... I didn't see it. Then again, I was not totally there then," she said, giggling.

"Well, I can give you some of mine but they will be quite large on your small frame." he said.

"I work in an office so, no direct public contact. We don't really have a dress co..o..o... de..." she said, trailing off. "I'll... I'll be right back."

She strutted back to the bathroom. While having his breakfast, he heard a few rubbery snaps and figured she was gathering her stuff, but she walked out, in full rubber, ballet heels, corset, belt and cuffs. Only her head was free.

"You're taking the day off?" he asked.

"Nope. I decided to be myself," she said, "My share ride will be here in a few minutes and I'm going to work my day as is."

She walked to him and gave him a passionate kiss.

"I just hope this wasn't a one night stand," she whispered in his ear.

"I hope not," he said, smiling, returning the passionate kissing.

Her phone beeped.

"Oh, I have to go now. See you!"

"Yes, that's it. See you soon," he said as she left the house. He then made wide eyes and ran to the door but it was too late. "I still don't have your number and you don't have mi... ne... oh well, too late."

As he walked back to the kitchen he noticed her key ring on the table.

"Well, she will be back if she wants to take it off."

He headed for the bedroom, which was a mess with the toys and restraints everywhere. He proceeded to the bathroom to take a shower and take his suit off but stopped after pulling his gloves off. He had second thoughts.

He walked back to his bedroom and put on his shirt, tie and dress pants over his latex suit, keeping his high heel boots.

"Today, I will be myself. And screw them if they don't like it."

And he walked out.

Ah... What love can do.