Miranda Torments Me (F/F) (consensual)

[FrustratedBinder]

I had been dreading this for a week, but a deal is a deal. I am in my early 40s and in pretty good shape. Hey, at least my boobs stick out farther than my stomach. I am at least as attractive and skinny as the pretty 35-year-old I usually tie up and torment with tickling and controlled orgasms. I don’t like being tied up, but after she begged me several times, I finally acquiesced. That’s how I came to be tied up in my basement and awaiting Miranda’s pleasure. Over our many sessions, I have used different toys and positions to drive her mad. Since she was only going to get to time me up once, she announced her intent to use all the toys on me in a single session.

I was completely naked except for my white, supportive, but not underwired, bra. My ankles were locked to a three-foot-wide spreader bar. My hands were tied palm-to-palm and then pulled up toward the ceiling so that I was almost standing on my toes. Once I was helplessly bound in an inverted Y, she wrapped a black and white striped corset around my torso, from just below my boobs to well below my waist, and began lacing up the back. She made it very tight, and I tried to protest, but I could only make a muffled grunt.

She had shoved a black ball gag into my mouth and buckled it behind my neck. Then she added a wide panel gag that pressed the ball gag deeper into my mouth. She buckled that behind my head, too.

The corset was very uncomfortable, and it restricted my breathing.

“I think I am going to take a little break from tying you up and spank you.”

I tried to protest, tugging my hands against the rope holding them high above my head, but again, there was no point. She presented a soft cat-o’-nine-tails to me and giggled. Then she stepped behind me and began lashing my fanny and thighs. With my legs spread wide, she was particularly careful to ensure that the cat nipped at the sensitive skin between my thighs. I tugged with all my might to get loose from the ropes and protect my tender flesh, but I had taught her too well. My struggles just made her laugh. “I see why you enjoy tying me up,” she chuckled. After a while, she stopped and rubbed her hands on me, inspecting to see if there were any parts of my thighs and buttocks that were not red and hot. Apparently, she was unsatisfied, because she renewed her attack, a little harder this time.

When she was tired of flogging my backside – long after I was tired of her doing it to me – she set down the cat.

“It’s time for the bitch fork,” she announced. I had invented the “bitch fork” to drive her crazy, and I began to panic that I would be unable to withstand its torture. The device got its name from the three prongs at the end of an adjustable stand. The center prong ended in a thick, curved vibrator. When inserted into her – and now my – vagina, the curved end pressed against my G-spot. The rear prong ended with a thin, but surprisingly powerful anal vibrator. The third prong held a bulbous, wand-style vibrator that pressed against the clitoral cluster. She lubed the first two prongs with KY and then carefully inserted them. She adjusted the height of the stand to push them firmly and unremovably deep inside me. I knew that when she turned them on, I’d be driven insane. But she didn’t turn them on – yet. First, she attached a wide leather belt around my waist, already cinched tight by the corset. Chains from this leather belt held the bitch fork firmly in place. There was no way I could try to lift myself off the blasted device, no matter how hard I struggled.

Miranda rolled over a wheeled cart holding an electrical stimulation machine used mostly in medical applications, such as physical therapy. The device had ten leads. She carefully attached three on each side of my girl parts, one on each side very close to my labia. Then she placed two leads above and beside my breasts, which were thrust upward and forward by my arms being pulled tightly above my head. I had never tried the bitch fork and this medical device on her at the same time. I had no idea how much torture I was about to receive.

She peeled down the cups of my bra. The now-empty cups pushed upward against the undersides of my boobs, making them protrude even more. She carefully attached clamps to each nipple. When I tied her up, I had taught her that if they hurt, you’re doing it wrong. The point is to apply pressure to the areolae to draw blood to the nipples and make them extra sensitive. It’s uncomfortable but rarely painful. A spring with a light weight, like a fishing sinker, was attached to each clamp. I knew that any movement would cause the springs to expand and contract, tugging on my nipples. Once I had used the gentle, erotic, rhythmic tugging of the weights to induce a nipple orgasm for Miranda.

Then she tested the electric leads. She turned the machine to its lowest setting. This caused the muscles around my boobs to quiver, which made them shake, which made the spring bounce, which tugged at my nipples. I tried in vain to keep my body still, but the electrical stimulation made my chest muscles shudder involuntarily.

I moaned, grunted, and tried to curse at her through the infernal gag.

She activated the leads around my girl parts, and my pussy went wild. I strained as hard as I could. My body arched and stiffened. I screamed through the gag, which only made her giggle. I don’t know how to describe the sensation. Though the leads were attached to the outside of my vagina, the simulation caused the muscles of my vagina, thighs, labia, and stomach to vibrate. I was doing five hundred Kegels a minute. It felt like a man with unlimited energy was pumping in and out with amazing speed, strength, and endurance. It was incredibly stimulating without any pain. Though the internal dildo wasn’t turned on, the shuddering of my abdominal muscles made my vagina vibrate against it instead of it vibrating against me. My whole body was quivering. The spring-mounted weights felt like they were going to tear my nipples off because they were bouncing so violently. I actually tried to shake my boobs harder, hoping to shake the clamps off my nipples. That didn’t work. It was wonderful. It was torture! I really started to panic. I was already losing my mind. What was going to happen when she turned on the bitch fork? Would I be driven insane? I was petrified, but I wanted it so badly! She increased the power of the electrical stimulation. I screamed, thrusting my head back. The corset stopped me from inhaling as much as I needed.

She suddenly turned off the machine, and I collapsed, nearly unconscious, only held upright by my hands pulled tightly toward the ceiling. The vibrator pushed more deeply inside me as I collapsed.

When Miranda unclipped the nipple clamps, the feeling was both shockingly painful and erotically intense. As the pressure on my nipples was released, the blood rushed away, and a wave of almost orgasmic intensity coursed through my boobs and my chest. I growled and whimpered desperately.

I was puzzled when Miranda pulled the cups of my bra back up and carefully adjusted my boobs. She left the room for a moment and returned with a cup of ice chips. Then that bitch placed several chips around my nipples, held in place by the bra. I struggled to shake them loose. Drool dripped down my chin and into my cleavage, where it mixed with the icy water from the melting chips. A frigid rivulet ran down the front of my corset, working its way slowly toward my girl parts. As the chips melted, she added more and more until my boobs were so cold they almost stung, and no amount of bouncing or shaking could free the cubes from where the bra held them tightly against my skin.

I knew she couldn’t understand me as I cursed her and tried to shout very unladylike threats at her. This seemed to please her to no end. She continued to feed chips of ice into my soaking wet bra, punishing my poor boobs: nipples, sides, and undersides. As she did so, she picked up an old ping-pong paddle and began swatting my fanny mercilessly. Tears streamed from my eyes and mixed with the stream of drool dripping into my cleavage. Each swat sent vibrations across my backside, and my already red, hot, and sensitive thighs jiggled.

When she tired of watching me jerk every time that paddle swatted my cheeks, she set it down. She whispered in my ear. “I think you’re ready now.” She pulled a blindfold over my eyes and then switched on the bitch fork. She also switched the electrical stimulation on the medical device back on and turned it up another notch. With my eyes covered, all of my attention was focused on my girl parts.

If the continuing stimulation from the medical device was causing erotic distress to my suffering pussy at 5 out of 10, turning on the bitch fork increased it to a 12. I was barely conscious of my own growling and screaming and Mirand’s uproarious laughter at my plight. I shook my chest and head violently, tugging downward fruitlessly with my arms.

The anal vibrator was both erotic and annoying. It’s an odd, uncomfortable feeling that leaves me incredibly helpless and vulnerable. I’ve never let anyone cause anal penetration during sex. I didn’t like the damned vibrator in my ass, but I was helpless to remove the annoyance. And that inability made the other stimulation more intense. I could actually feel it in my vagina as well as my fanny.

The vibrator in my vagina was amazing. It was causing my G-spot to go crazy, aided by the medical machine. I am capable of multiple orgasms. Wave after wave of pleasure shot from my vagina through my whole body, to my toes and fingertips even. Then the firm pressure against my clitoris caused repeated waves of orgasms of its own. I have had clitoral orgasms before, but whether it was the combination of all the sources of torment or the leads around my labia and inner thighs, I don’t know, but the orgasms from the wand were so intense, I thought my head was going to explode.

I desperately wanted to pull my legs together and curl into a tight, quivering ball around the vaginal vibrator and the wand. The medical device caused my thighs to vibrate intensely. The spreader bar kept my legs firmly apart despite my efforts to close them. It was so damn frustrating! And exciting.

She yanked down my bra and used a soft riding crop to slap my boobs. After what they had already been through, this added punishment greatly increased the orgasmic feeling building unbelievably in my loins. I struggled to turn away, to protect my boobs, but that merely exposed the sensitive sides and tender flesh on the underside of my boobs to her enthusiastic riding crop.

There is no way the orgasms could keep getting stronger, but they did. I wanted it to stop, but I prayed it would never end. My eyes bulged under the blindfold, and I screamed uncontrollably.

The waves of orgasm crashing through my body even engulfed my poor, tortured boobs. I could feel them growing rock hard and straining to burst through my bra as I struggled to take deep breaths. Normally, when I am having multiple orgasms, they come in waves: pleasure, brief respite, pleasure, etc. In this case, when the orgasms from my vagina subsided, those from my clitoris increased, so I had essentially one long, sustained, intense, amazing, torturous, mind-blowing orgasm. I don’t know how long my whole body was engulfed in never-ending, incredibly intense orgasm. Time no longer had meaning. When I exhaled all my breath in a throat-searing scream, every muscle in my body was jerking and straining violently and uncontrollably. I couldn’t inhale. My stomach and abdomen had reached temporary muscular failure. My thighs quivered uncontrollably. I lost consciousness, orgasms consuming my whole body and mind.

When I finally woke up, long after, I thanked God that I still seemed capable of coherent thought. I took stock of my situation. I was completely naked and tightly hogtied on the couch next to Miranda, who was reading quietly when she noticed I had awakened. The gag, blindfold, and corset were gone. My wrists and ankles were secured in thick, padded cuffs, and I wore a wide dog collar that kept my neck stiff. My girl parts were trembling and still felt like they were being stimulated in a very pleasant manner. My fanny and thighs still stung and felt hot. My nipples – actually my whole boobs -- ached.

“Are you ready for round two?” she asked with a mischievous grin. I struggled violently to escape. Though the gag was gone, my pleas for mercy were incoherent and garbled -- but I was enjoying this too much to utter the safe word. I was eager to know what round two would be.

If you like this story, please read the 14-part series about Terri's request to be tied up. They start here.

[LunaDog]

A case of 'be careful just what you wish for?'

[FrustratedBinder]

I made a quick change to the last paragraph to set up a part 2. I hope you enjoy the story.