Tied and tortured all evening F/M

[melancholica]

She orders me upstairs to our bedroom, laid out on the bed are ropes, rolled strips of rubber, a blindfold, her thick black rubber wrist length gloves and her black rubber boots.
She makes me lie, face down across the bottom half of the mattress and ties my wrists tightly behind my back then the same with my ankles – passing a third length of rope between my bound wrists and ankles, she draws my feet up toward my hands – now I’m in a hogtie that is going to be impossible to escape from.
Then she helps me to turn onto my side so that I’m facing the headboard of the bed.
To complete my helpless state she places the padded black blindfold over my eyes so that everything is now dark and I can only guess at her next move.
I hear her walk across the room and she clicks on the TV.
Then I hear her snapping on those black gloves and slipping her feet into her black rubber boots.
She sits on the edge of the bed and gently strokes me “Are you comfy?” she says, when I reply that the ropes are a bit tight, she laughs and puts her gloved hand over my mouth. “Aaw poor baby” she says sympathetically and proceeds to tighten the rope between my wrists and ankles, drawing my feet right up to my hands and causing my back to arch painfully. “How about now?” she says “or do you want a gag too?” I have the sense to stay silent this time.

She swings her legs up on to the bed and I can hear her getting comfy, plumping up her pillows as she settles to watch the TV.

Then she puts her booted legs over my head and body, using me like a footstool.
“what are you waiting for? Clean my boots NOW!”
As she lies watching TV, I’m forced to lick every inch of her boots and if I stop she tuts loudly and gives me a gentle prod with her booted foot. “Keep Going!”

Eventually she tires of this and orders me to squirm up the bed towards her and as my head approaches her chest height she clamps a rubber gloved hand over my mouth and nose and twists at my nipple with her other hand. My moaning makes her squeeze tighter with both hands.

After a few minutes of this she pushes me back down to the bottom of the bed and orders me to clean her boots again. When I moan she pushes her boot over my mouth. “I’m going to make you be quiet” she says.

Standing from the bed, she removes my blindfold and looks down at me with a stern expression. “I did warn you that you would be gagged – you’re interrupting my programme”. Picking up a roll of rubber around the same size as a rolled bandage, she pushes it between my lips and teeth almost like a horses bit and then she takes a wider roll and ties it around my mouth and chin securing it around the back of my head with a tight knot, pushing my rubber bit firmly into my mouth – this piece is almost ten inches wide and could cover my face if she desires.
She bought the rolls of rubber from E bay as one continuous roll and cut them down to the sizes that she needed for our games. The rubber is a soft, translucent brown and really smells (and tastes) very pungently of rubber.
She tests the effectiveness of my gag by twisting both of my nipples really hard – my scream is reduced to a muffled grunt.

Then she replaces my blindfold and lies back on the bed resting her booted feet over my face and chest, She gives me an occasional soft kick to keep me squirming.


After her programme has ended (it seemed like an age), she stands up again and removes my blindfold leaving me blinking in the sudden light. “Time for something more interesting to watch”.
She takes the strip of brown rubber covering my mouth and stretches it up to cover my nose and eyes too. Now my entire face is covered by the brown see through latex and I’m really struggling to breathe – snorting and blowing against the tight rubber and struggling uselessly against the ropes that are tied cruelly tight around my wrists and ankles.

I can see her form vaguely through the tight rubber – she is lying half on the bed, with her chin in her hands watching me struggle to breathe.

As I begin to panic, she pulls the rubber away from my eyes and nose, though still leaving me tightly gagged. “Did you like that? Want some more?” – I shake my head furiously – she’s being too harsh this time. “Too bad” she says, pulling the rubber back over my face and settling back to watch while she occasionally gives my balls a hard squeeze with her gloved hand.

This goes on for an age, suffocated and tortured for the entire evening – I’m really a lucky man!

[WhereAmI]

Great story, sounds like a fun way to torment your slave.

[Boundguy800]

So great. I love that she ties you tighter when you complain. I prefer licking bare feet and toes, but to each their own.

[tiedinbluetights]

You are indeed a very lucky man