The Visit - Part 2

Part 2a – Inside

I put you down and without notice I quickly remove the clamps from both your nipples.

You squeal with the discomfort as the blood rushes back into them. I put the warm palm of my hands over each to help.

“Tell me when” I say. I wait for your body to calm. A few moments pass before you nod and whisper “OK”.

I move slightly away from you, fixing and neatening the bustier ensuring not to cover your exposed breasts then give you a firm smack on your right, bare and exposed ass. My hand remains stationary then briefly massages your bottom. You gently moan. You can’t see my smile or my hardening dick.

I place my hands on your shoulders and turn you around.

I let go of your shoulders and grab the ring on the Choker and pull you forward by the neck, walking backwards I guide you inside – Slowly, given the restraints on your ankles and the subsequent small steps you can take.

I close the door behind you.

We stop. I let go.

I stand very close to you but don't touch you.

You can feel my breath.

Seconds pass or are they minutes again. I don’t touch you intentionally to create that anxiety you love so much.

Your heart races a little as you wonder what my first move will be.

With no notice or a word said I firmly grab your head with both hands, pull your body to mine and kiss you passionately.

You respond with vigour. You feel my arousal through my clothing.

A minute or two, possibly longer passes. I pull away and our lips sadly part.

It was a beautiful, long passionate kiss.

My left hand moves to the back of your neck holding the Choker. At the same time I put three of my fingers from my other hand deeply into your mouth. You begin to suck in earnest.

After a moment or two I stop you from sucking by spreading my fingers motioning you to open your mouth and keep it open.

“Your mouth must remain wide open at all times tonight. It will be filled with fingers, like now, my tongue , my dick or a gag.”

I pause for a moment then finish “Are you OK with this? One grunt = yes. Two grunts = No”

There is a moment of silence as you think. You don’t think, you just respond.

You grunt.

Out of nowhere comes a gag. It is very filling and a little overwhelming but you are eager to take it and everything it represents.

I buckle it firmly behind your head.

My hands then move immediately to your nipples. I grab one in each hand to lead you..... They are very sensitive from their ordeal outside so I am careful and gentle with my movements.

 

Around a corner we slowly go. I guide you to turn right around..

We move no further but I continue to gently but comprehensively play with your nipples until I hear you moan and writhe with pleasure.

I stop. I let go. Again you moan – you want more.

 

Nothing happens next and there is no sound of movement coming from me. You wonder what I’m up to and about to do.

Time passes.

You know I am standing right in front of you looking directly at you - watching you - watching you move - or trying to move a little...

Another minute, two minutes. You start to fidget and moan. You push your breasts up seeking attention for them. I of course ignore this and continue watching you.

 

Then, out of nowhere, like a bolt of thunder, a shock goes through your body as I very harshly - almost forcefully - grab both your breasts and squeeze and manipulate them. You moan from the sensations and the shock. Your nipples no longer hurt but are very sensitive. You love the feeling and want me to continue…

I slow down, stop and finally start to unlace your top.

It hangs loosely....

I move to your nipples and again carefully pinch and play with them through the fabric - waiting for the moan of delight before moving my hands around your back to further loosen it.

I lift the bustier in one move over your head.

It can't fall to the floor (yet) as your hands are still captured.

I move behind you and begin to unlock your wrists, leaving the handcuffs behind.

For a brief moment, your arms are free. You know you can't 'go' anywhere (not that you'd want to) as your ankles are bound in the cuffs.

The bustier falls to the floor. I come back to being in front of you and immediately re-secure your wrists in front with leather wrist cuffs..

Within seconds I attach your wrists to some sort of secondary rope or clip.

I let go of your hands.

Your questions are answered as your wrists are pulled.

Up, up, up they go towards the ceiling.

I pull harder and harder until your arms are very taught and you 'almost' have to go up on to your tip toes to counter the pull at your wrists..

Your breasts jut out in all their glory seeking serious attention....

I give your nipples what they so dearly deserve – I torment them.

It doesn’t take long before you start to moan through the gag again.

I continue relentlessly.

Your moans escalate. I remain focused and continue.

Time stands still again. I slow down a little as I sense your climb and I don't want you to cum.

Then I stop but remain firmly holding your nipples.

I start again. You moan again. I continue relentlessly then stop suddenly.

Start. Stop. Start. Stop. Focus. Focus. Moans. Drool. Shortness of breath. Loving every moment of your torment. You must not cum. You must be kept close.

Many, many minutes pass and I eventually stop and let go. Surprise. You draw a deep breath. I move immediately to undo your skirt.

While your head spins from the attention I was giving to your nipples, you are immediately distracted by the removal of your skirt followed ever so slowly by the chastity belt.

You feel air pass over your entrance for the first time in a week and it feels good. With no notice, I wipe a damp cloth back and forth between your legs ‘cleaning you’ for the activities to come.

I next remove the ankle cuffs and your heals.

I stand up in front of you.

You can feel my breath but I do not touch you in any way.

Again I watch you.

A long “Mmmm” is the only words I mutter.

You become very fidgety very quickly knowing I am looking you up and down.

You are completely naked. You are bound, blindfolded and gagged. With your arms high in the air you feel extremely vulnerable.

You start to squirm, wriggle and moan wanting and needing me to do something.

Anything.

You crave to be touched, tormented and thoroughly fucked.

Little do you know it now, but “thoroughly fucked” is the state you will be in when this is over.

 

Part 2b – Leather

I walk around behind you. There are strange sounds then without warning you feel a cool but sturdy material touch you from the base of your breasts down to your tummy.

Very slowly you feel the material being wrapped around your body.

Before long it embraces your torso.

I am fiddling with it and it becomes tight.

You realise it is a corset.

Tighter. Tighter. I am pulling hard at its bindings and the minutes start to pass as I continue.

I work at it and work at it. You hear me grunt from time to time as I pull the laces tighter and tighter.

You find it more and more difficult to take a full breath.

You have never experienced anything as restricting.

Finally I stop. “That must have taken him 20mins” you think to yourself…

Your breathing is hampered. Continuously.

You feel me walk around you. I stand in front of you and again you feel my breath. Briefly I touch your cheek with my cheek. This comforts you.

I whisper in your ear: “I know it’s tight and you’re finding it hard to breath. Let yourself go. I have you. You will be OK.”

You know the ‘Out’ but I repeat then anyway.

“1 = Yes [continue]. 2 = No [stop]. 3 = Pain / serious discomfort [stop]. 4 = Get me out of here.”

“How many grunts?” I ask

There is a moment of silence as you think. You don’t think, you just respond. Again

You grunt.

I move away from you.

"Open your legs. Spread them wide" I command.

You comply.

You strain further into your bonds. Your wrists take more of your weight as you spread your legs.

You pant to get air. Excitement engulfs you.

My hand moves to touch you. My palm cups your entrance. The feeling of my touch 'there' shocks you. You moan into the gag and thrust your hips forward wanting more..

I feel your moisture.

I feel your heat.

You are wet.

You are soaking.

You moan. I like it when you moan.

I know what you want but you will have to wait for it a very long time…

I take my hand away.

I walk around behind you again.

I play with the corset one last time. There is a zipping sound followed by an ominous 'click' sound.

“I wonder what that was?” you say to yourself.

I come around and tease your nipples again for a while.

"Keep your legs spread" I instruct.

I hear your moans of delight. You are going up again to where you want to be.

I stop again just in time. You are not happy.

Next you feel me grab your left breast in its entirety and lift it forward and up, just away and above the material of the corset that would otherwise be supporting it (if your arms weren't pulled up above you).

You feel the unmistakable touch of rope being wound around its base.

Twice I tightly encircle your breast with a doubled up piece of rope and tie it off at the side.

There are 4 loops of rope around your breast thoroughly 'root clinching' it.

You feel the weight and the touch of the remainder of the rope dangling by your side.

I repeat the process on your right breast.

Your breasts and nipples are now further thrust out for my touching and enjoyment.

They very quickly become a little engorged and inflated by the pressure of the rope at their base.

You moan at the feeling. Your head spins with excitement.

“What is coming next?” you wonder..

"Stand up straight. Legs together" I command.

You do with minimal relief to your wrists and arms.

I crouch down and tie your big toes together.

Next I release you from your bind to the ceiling.

Your arms come slowly down with much relief.

Your shoulders, arms and wrists are stiff and sore from the tension.

You feel both the touch of the corset and the ropes on your arms as they hang relaxed.

You move to touch 'me' with your hands.

I stop you and immediately move behind you.

 

"Lift your chin. Face up."

You feel and then smell more leather at your throat. It touches you at your chin and your chest; On top of your Choker.

Like the corset before it, it slowly engulfs your entire neck.

I grab and 'play' with the ring at the front of the Choker and slide it through a little slit 'made for it' in the front then I fasten it firmly at the back.

You go to move your head and realise you can't. Period. Up, down or side to side.

"It's a posture collar" I say.

I give the ring at the front a good pull and your whole body moves forward.

It's as if the posture collar was made with the Choker in mind.

It was surprisingly comfortable given that it was on top of it...

 

You listen intently to what sounds like me taking off my clothes.

I move around in front of you and you again move to touch 'me'.

This time you have success.

You grab and hold my shaft like your life depended on it.

With both hands (still attached to each other) you start to move me. Back and forth, away from you, towards you. You masturbate me wonderfully and I need to fight to pull away to ‘get on with things’..

You want me in your mouth and throat, but alas, you can't kneel down as your toes are tied.

Your head spins at the additional thought of the corset, neck brace and finally the gag in your mouth.

I give you little time before I pull your hands off.

I lift them up and undo the buckles.

"Excellent" you think to yourself. "Hopefully I will be able to touch him more in a moment."

You are let down instantly as I move behind you taking each wrist with me.

 

I hold your thumbs together as a temporary bind. You hear me picking up yet another 'thing' from the floor.

I fiddle with it with my free hand.

You feel the unmistakable sensation of leather again.

It engulfs your arms. Straps are brought over each of your shoulders, next to the neck brace, then across your chest above your bound breasts to meet again at the back. Left to right and right to left.

I start to work on your arms. I bind them firmly together behind your back.

Just like the corset, many, many minutes pass…

Adjusting. Pulling. Pushing. Tighter. Firmer.

You feel the ropes around your breasts become tighter as your arms are slowly and continuously pulled back stringently behind you.

Your elbows almost touch each other as I finish.

You moan with the discomfort.

You moan with the pleasure.

You are so wet.

You want attention elsewhere and you want it NOW!

My view of ‘things’, on the other hand, is really quite something.....

My cock, although you don’t know it, is SO aching for attention.

I take a deep breath myself and focus on the job at hand.

…”1st things 1st” I say to myself.

With your arms pulled behind your back along with the roping of your breasts, they stand out begging for attention like they never have before… Nipples proud, pierced and engorged…

You don't know it yet but you are soon about to get the attention you so dearly desire....

I untie your toes and lead you away by pulling on the Choker ring exposed through the neck brace....

You walk with distress. The feelings you are experiencing are overwhelming. You can't breathe properly. You can't move your head.

Your breasts are engorged and nipples hard, both begging for attention again...

You are very wet with anticipation. You start to ever so slightly drip again.

I stop, grab your shoulders and turn you sideways a little.

I then motion you to move back.

You feel the bed touch the back of your legs.....

Part 2c – Fellatio

“It’s going to be a long night” I say to myself… “Time for a little pleasure for me before I take her on her new adventure..”

“Kneel down. Keep your legs spread.” I quietly instruct..

You start to move. I hold the sides of the neck brace firmly and assist you with your decent and sit.

“Lean forward and up a little. Lift your ass off your legs – just a little bit”

You comply.

“A little more. That’s it. Stop”

With one hand, I grab and hold the ring on your Choker. With the other, I place and hold the dildo on the floor ‘just’ under your entrance.

Although you are wet, I pre-lubricated the dildo to ensure it would enter you fully without friction…

“Sit back down on your feet”.

You start to move and immediately shudder and groan at the surprise of the dildo as it enters you. Needless to say, I am ensuring your decent and I firmly control it via your neck.

“Lean back on the bed” – which of course pushes the dildo in that fraction more and helps keep you steady.

What a sight I have in front of me. Yum.

“I’m going to remove your gag. Remember my instructions?”. You nod and moan a little as the dildo is having a serious effect.

I unbuckle the gag and slowly remove and take it away from your mouth and face.

You remain as instructed, with your mouth open.

Some saliva dribbles from the side of your mouth, down your chin and falls to your chest.

You know what’s coming. You are right on the money. You feel the end of my cock on your lips then tongue. I pause for a moment and you close your mouth around my shaft.

You can’t move. You immediately want to engulf me. Everything. Right down your throat. You can’t. Too much bondage and restriction around and on your head.

Your mind goes to the dildo. You moan. I love it when you moan.

You’ve always been such a fantastic cock-sucker. You loved deep-throat. You never gagged.

I started moving again and slowly pushed my cock all the way in until your nose was being gently squashed against my pelvis. I held it there for a moment…

Dildo again. You tried to squirm a little to get movement of some sort between your legs. You were in heaven. Your two favourite holes full as a goog.

You were on the receiving end of this. There was nothing you could do to react or change your current predicament. That was my job so I did..

I started to move out, then in. slowly. Out & In. In & Out. ‘Slowly’ changed to ‘faster’ with occasional stops, out of your throat, in your mouth, to let you have a good suck and work on my cock with your tongue.

I took my dick completely out of your mouth for a moment and you almost went to close your mouth to swallow before you remembered the instructions. More drool.

“Well done. Noted” I announce before re-inserting my cock.

I started slowly again. Mouth, throat, in and out. I started to groan. I started to go faster and faster.

I felt the inevitable happening and pushed my way fully into your throat, stopped and exploded.

I was shuddering. You were so excited. You knew this was part of the path to God-knows-what-he’s-going-to-do-to-me-tonight…

Slowly I start to withdraw. Out of your throat and in your mouth. You suck in serious but gentle earnest as you know how sensitive my cock is right now. I gave you a moment and enjoy your gift before pulling out.

Your mouth remained wide open.

What a sight. So provocative. So sexual.