An afternoon struggle (Self M)

[ahoyboy1]

The water had finally warmed up as steam began to waft up and over the door. Alex placed his towel on the hook and stepped inside, sighing as the first droplets splashed against his ankles. He turned his back to the shower head, put his hands against the tile, and relished being free. For the past 2 hours, he had been engaged in a prolonged self-bondage session, one that had challenged his stamina and pushed him to his limits. Alex looked at his wrists, still resting upon the glazed, white tiles, noticing the deep imprints in his skin left behind by the handcuffs. His body was stiff, and he began to flex his legs, trying to work out the knots in his muscles left behind by the knots he had tied. As the steam enveloped his sore body, Alex couldn't help but smile, thinking back to how much fun he had and how he couldn't wait to do it again.

The party had started when he arrived home from work. While he kept a standard 40-hour work week, his start times were earlier than most. Thanks to the significant time difference with their big international client, Alex typically arrived at his office just before 6 AM and was out the door by 2 PM. This provided him a cushion of alone time in his apartment, for his wife would not return from her office until after 6. In those 4 hours, Alex was allowed to fully enjoy his kinky fantasies, with plenty of time to clean things up and keep his secrets intact. He had been planning this day for a week and didn't want to waste a moment. He hurriedly kicked off his shoes at the front door, stripped out of his work attire, and marched down the hallway. When he reached his bedroom, he was clad only in his navy blue boxer briefs, shivering slightly as the cool afternoon air made his hair stand on end. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and regarded his reflection, taking in his last looks of "normalcy" before he slipped into his full bondage setup. He was 6 feet tall, with wavy brown hair and green eyes. While he wasn't in peak physical condition, he still had toned legs and firm arms, but his love of beer and pizza had given him a belly that jiggled when he laughed. He turned away from the mirror and headed for the walk-in closet. Nestled amongst the bins and baskets lay carefully hidden items that kept his kink alive.

Alex had tried to introduce his wife, Sophie, to bondage when they first began dating. At first, she was receptive to his ideas, but her interest levels were nowhere close to his own. She had gamely played along for a while, agreeing now and then to be tied to a chair or with her hands above her head to the bed frame. She got a small thrill out of blindfolds but hated being gagged and would not agree to have anything in her mouth, regardless of size or material. While Alex appreciated these moments, he couldn't escape his internal disappointment. His love for bondage wasn't limited to the minor ties and gags, for he desired heavy restraint, humiliation, and total immersion. Moving quickly, one by one, he removed the items from their hiding spots and placed them down on the bed. He looked down at the mattress and took in a quick inventory.
12 lengths of white cotton rope
2 pairs of metal handcuffs
3 rolls of duct tape
8 long white cloths
A cordless Magic Wand vibrator
A vibrating plug

Now that his materials were assembled, it was time to change. Alex had long had a fascination with cross-dressing, and Sophie's ample clothing collection provided endless options for him to choose from. He selected a pair of navy blue tights and a pink sports bra, but the treasure was tucked inside the laundry basket. Alex was a dutiful husband who preferred to do laundry as his chore de jour. The benefit to this was having unfettered access to Sophie's well-worn panties. Alex's panty fetish had begun when he was in high school and had only grown stronger as he reached middle age. They were the forbidden fruit, the naughty little secret that each woman possessed and that only a select few were privileged enough to see. He adored the feeling of the soft, delicate materials, preferring cotton over lace for its ability to capture a woman's aroma and scent fully. Sophie had been wearing her finest undies the previous week, leaving eight pairs in the basket, causing Alex to salivate. They were all 100% cotton, full-coverage bikini briefs. There was a rose pink pair, heather grey, beige, canary yellow, leopard print, black, royal purple, kelly green, and classic white. Alex lifted them out and began inhaling the scent of each cotton gusset, arranging them on the mattress from left to right based on the faintness or strength of the aroma. Alex selected the black panties, stripped out of his boxer briefs, and stepped into the leg holes. He pulled the soft cotton up to his thighs, pausing to grab his vibrating plug.

Using a generous amount of lube, Alex deftly inserted his plug, releasing a low moan of satisfaction as it filled his ass fully. Taking the small remote into his hands, he selected the lowest setting and smiled as the plug began its low hum inside his rectum. He lifted the panties up and over his fast-growing penis, snapping the waistband across his hips and giving his bum a small smack of satisfaction. Next, he pulled up the navy blue tights, followed by the pink sports bra. To fill out the look, he stuffed the bra cups with a few pairs of socks, playfully groping his fake breasts as he admired himself in the mirror. One last touch remained before he would slip into his restaurants: to paint his lips with a luscious red lipstick. He blew himself a few kisses in the mirror, pouted, and set off for some fun.

Alex picked up the Magic Wand vibrator and placed it on his inner thigh. The silicone head was pressed right up against his quivering penis, which had formed a hardened bulge beneath his wife's panty. Taking a duct tape roll, he began wrapping the stick material around the toy's lower, middle, and upper portion, carefully leaving the buttons uncovered and accessible. Just like the plug, he selected the lowest setting, and the head twitched to life, sending its loving vibrations directly into his crotch. Now that the toys had been situated, it was time to bring on the ropes.
Taking a seat on the bed, Alex uncoiled his first length of rope and began to cinch it around his ankles. The lycra-nylon blend tights felt great against his skin and provided a barrier between the rope, which offered much-needed comfort during these sessions. After securing his ankles, he followed suit with his calves and knees. He stood up and tested the bonds, pleased that they were snug but still offered from give as he stood up and down on his toes. Grabbing another length of rope, he tied a cinch around his waist and then pulled it down and through his legs, passing it back and pulling it up his ass, burying the plug deeper inside him. He tied the crotch off and gave a happy little wiggle at the sensation provided by the plug and the slight wedgie. He fashioned a harness around his shoulders and upper chest, causing his faux breasts to perk out even more, making him feel intensely sexy. The loose end of the rope was affixed to his crotch rope, so any struggling, be it upper or lower body, would cause the rope to work its way in deeper.

Finally, it was time for his favorite part, the gag. Alex had a big mouth, in both a metaphoric and literal sense, and being silenced was a process he relished. He grabbed both the beige and heather grey panties and began to wad them up carefully. He turned them inside out and folded them over so that the crotch panel would be visible, faced the mirror, and parted his painted lips. First, the beige panty was stuffed into his left cheek, followed by the grey on the right. The tangy flavor left behind by Sophie's pussy danced upon his tongue, causing him to drool with happiness. With his mouth fully packed, Alex grabbed a white cloth and tied it between his bright red lips. Knotting off the cleave gag behind his head, he fluttered his eyes at the sight of his filled mouth and clicked the remote to up the intensity of his butt plug. He let loose a deep moan and took another cloth into his hands. He pulled with a cotton cloth over his mouth, entirely covering the lower half of his face. The fabric was pulled snugly from just below his nostrils down and under his chin. The OTM was wide and tight, and Alex tied a second cloth over it, building upon an already thick, muffling gag. After admiring the classic look, Alex was ready to begin adding on his favorite layers.

Alex grabbed the Kelly green panties, the ones that he had determined were the smelliest of the lot, and pulled them down over his head. With the cotton gusset nestled down tight over his nose, his nostrils were wholly enveloped in SSophie'sscent, causing his penis to become rock hard. He relished in the aroma of his wife's pussy, and secured the panty with a hair elastic through the waistband. With his eyes growing wide under the legholes, Alex hooded himself again with the canary yellow panty—two panties in his mouth and two over his head.

“Not bad,’' he thought, "but nowhere close to being finished."
He continued adding on the hoods. The white pair was first, followed by the leopard print, and finally, finishing off with the royal purple pair. By the time he had secured the final panty, he was sweat-coated, and his breathing had become heavy. Each breath caused the damp cotton to become even heavier, and the scent thickened. He was in heaven, but the gag wasn't done yet. Duct tape was now wound around his mouth, fully covering his lower jaw. He made seven passes with the tape, one for each panty that was now working to keep him silent. One last cloth was tied over his mouth to complete the huge, humiliating gag.

All that was left was to set the magic wand to his high setting, which he happily did. He grabbed the handcuffs and clicked the metal down tight on his left wrist. Picking up the plug remote with his free hand, he moved his arms behind his back and twisted his body to secure the second cuff. He had done it. He was now a helpless little bitch, bound, GAGGED, and plugged. He noted the time, 2:37 PM, and began to squirm about. For the next 2 hours, he would kick, scream, and cry, sometimes all at once, from the deep, pulsating vibrations. Reaching under his tights, Alex grabbed hold of the base of his butt plug, pulling it out and pushing it in rapid succession.

“MMUUMmuummph, umpphh, MMUUMpphhUUmmPPH” "he wailed into his fat panty gag, tears streaming down his face with every jab of the butt plug. This was all he wanted, all he needed, what he deserved, he told himself, feeling equal amounts of happiness and shame as he repeatedly orgasmed. The time passed by too quickly, and by quarter to 5, he knew it was time to free himself. Slowly but surely, he released the cuffs and untied the knots. His legs felt weak, and he was coated in sweat, not that he cared. He unwound the tape and pulled his 5-layer panty hood off in one motion. The sweat-filled fabric landed on the bedroom floor with a thud. The cloths were untied, and the sodden panty packing was delicately pulled out, allowing him to work his jaw up and down with relief. Alex sighed contentedly and looked down at the big mess he had created. He still had plenty of time to clean it all up, but for now, it was time for a hot shower.

-The End-

[beeblebrox883]

Great story. Love how he hoods himself with his wife’s panties. Definitely one of my favourite scenarios!!
Keep up the fantastic work