It was almost 9:00 a.m. Today was my first day rostered off for the week. I needed to get some housework done, and today was the best day, leaving the remaining days off to relax and have some fun.
It's always chaos trying to keep up with the cleaning of such a large house. Our German Shepherd dog doesn’t help either, regularly running in and out of the house with his wet or dirty paws.
My Master left for work this morning at around 6 a.m. He often worked overseas for periods ranging from one week to several months at a time. Today, he was working locally, which meant he could be home early this afternoon or later tonight.
I received a message from my Master on my phone at exactly 9:00 am. The message contained instructions and read, “Laura, I want you to open the curtains and blinds of the living room windows at the front of the house. Then I want you to strip naked and then lock the steel collar onto yourself, then await further instructions.”
I immediately replied without question, “Yes, Master.”
I immediately went into our bedroom, removed my clothes, and placed them neatly folded on the chair alongside the dresser. I took the steel collar out from one of the drawers and locked it around my neck. This collar is about 25mm wide and made from polished stainless steel. It’s locked into position by an integral brass padlock arrangement. There is a shiny metal loop attached to the collar, ideal for attaching a leash or tying a rope through it. Once the collar is locked around my neck, I have no way of removing it. My Master holds all the keys for things like this in his private safe. Sometimes, I must wait several days, weeks, or even months until he returns home before the collar can be removed.
About 15 minutes later, another message appeared on my phone. This message read, “Laura, you must find a way to display your naked arse and pussy through the lounge room window. Your body must be visible through the window to anyone outside for at least the next 15 minutes.”
After thinking for a few moments about how this could be achieved, I turned one of the single-seat leather couches in the lounge room the opposite way around so that the front could face the window. I pushed it over, so it was directly in front of the window. I knelt up on the cushion, making sure my arse was facing the window and the top half of my body was resting over the back of the chair.
Whenever my master sends me instructions to my phone, I can’t help but become aroused. I never know exactly what he has in store for me or where the scenario is going to end up.
I always follow his instructions to the letter, the best I possibly can. I try my hardest to go that little bit further to prevent any chance of being punished in case he is watching me or has somebody else reporting back to him.
As I knelt on the lounge chair and lent over the back edge of the chair, I spread my knees as wide apart as I could, ensuring that without a doubt, my bald pussy and arse were fully visible to anyone outside.
I was more than aroused as ever by this stage, as I had no idea what was going on through the window behind me. I felt a combination of anxiety and vulnerability.
The road past the front of the house is a side street off the main road. Our home is set back from the footpath by about ten metres, which means it may be hard for someone to see me in detail driving past unless they are fully aware. People walking along the footpath would see me if they stopped to look.
Our house was situated in the middle of a country town. Our beautiful home was very large and very old, and due to its heritage, the front was often admired and photographed by tourists visiting the area.
My Master’s instructions possibly meant he wanted someone to inspect me to humiliate me. He could even be checking to see if I faithfully follow his instructions in his absence. He has been known to secretly observe me on occasions, checking my obedience and punishing me if I didn’t comply.
Whatever his reasons, I was becoming slightly nervous and more aroused as the minutes passed by. A slight shiver went up my spine at the thought of my neighbours seeing my naked body through the window. It also gave me a feeling of excitement and arousal that I usually get from submission. It happens every time I surrender my mind and body to someone else.
The house was dead quiet apart from the clock on the wall. I leaned over the back of the chair, resting upon my elbows, watching the clock’s second hand tick its way around the dial. Each tick seemed to get louder and louder the longer I remained in position. I felt incredibly vulnerable, and my anxiety was beginning to reach new levels.
As soon as the fifteen minutes were up, I slowly got up off the chair and continued doing the housework naked and collared. By this stage, I felt incredibly aroused and decided to leave the window coverings wide open.
As a submissive, my Master has given me many rules to follow. One of them states: When told, I must remain naked inside the house unless otherwise instructed. I was now collared and naked until his return, or until he tells me differently.
At precisely 09.30 am, another message arrived on my phone from Master. It was another set of instructions that read, "At 10.30, a stranger will visit you. I want you to be showered and clean. Approximately 20 minutes before his arrival, I want you to place yourself into bondage on our bed. You must be in the spread-eagled position, face down, gagged, and blindfolded. The back door must be unlocked, and the dog locked away in the workshop. Oh BTW, I want you to make this bondage inescapable xxx.”
I immediately replied to his message with, "Yes, Master."
I quickly got into the shower and started washing myself. I could feel the arousal beginning to reach a new level from the anticipation of what was going to happen, and who this stranger was. My Master had spent many hours teaching me the art of self-bondage. I found it so erotic.
As a surprise, Master would often come home from work to find me spread-eagled and totally helpless in bondage on the bed, or in our playroom between upright timber posts. I had safely perfected it over the years and had found many places throughout our house where I could do it.
His last instruction became even more exciting when he stated he wanted it “inescapable.” I knew that once I was in bondage, I was at the mercy of the stranger to set me free.
After drying myself, I put on my makeup, ensuring I smelled clean and looked as sexy as possible for my meeting with this stranger.
I opened the suitcase we have in our bedroom, containing various assortments of cuffs, ropes, and straps. I picked out four adjustable cargo straps, each with a D clip on one end and a fixed loop on the other. The straps are adjustable with a spring release mechanism close to the end loop. I can operate them with one hand, provided I can reach the spring release.
Depending on which technique I use, it can take some time to free myself from the strap, releasing only a few millimetres of the strap at a time. If this release mechanism can’t be reached, it becomes inescapable, requiring another person to set me free safely.
The psychological difference between the two situations is enormous. When you can free yourself, you know you can safely escape, even if it’s slowly. Making it inescapable, so many things could go wrong, creates intense levels of anxiety and increases levels of arousal.
In preparation, I placed the end loop of each strap over the top of the four raised timber bed posts. In this position, the spring release mechanisms are approximately twelve inches away from each corner post. I held each spring release unlocked and pulled free a long length of the strap from each corner, which allowed me to get into position prior to pulling them tight. Each time the straps are pulled tight, the spring release locks the strap into a shorter position.
With just 30 minutes to go before the stranger’s arrival, I went out into the backyard and locked the dog inside our workshop. When I returned to the house, I closed the door, making sure it remained unlocked.
I went back into our bedroom and tightly secured leather cuffs around my ankles and wrists. The smell and feel of the leather cuffs always get me excited. I love wearing them around the house whilst being naked, it’s a good reminder of my submission.
I retrieved the ball gag and blindfold from the suitcase and placed them on the bed. I also put a tube of lubricant on the bedside table. When I was happy that everything was in position, I climbed onto the bed.
I knelt in the centre of the bed and secured the ball gag tightly inside my mouth. I tested it by trying to speak and could do nothing other than produce a muffled moan. I then squeezed industrial foam earplugs deep into my ear canals, so I was deprived of hearing. Lastly, I slipped the lambskin blindfold over my head but left my eyes uncovered.
I reached back around behind me on the bed and clipped each of the D clips from the loosened cargo straps onto my ankle cuffs.
I lay down on the bed in the centre with my pelvis over the top of a doubled-up pillow. I reached back down to my sides and pulled at the loose tail ends of each cargo strap attached to my ankle cuffs.
Every time I pulled on the strap tails, the straps pulled up tighter, my ankles spreading further and further apart toward the corners of the bed. With each tug, the strap shortened, and the spring release mechanism locked into a new position.
After pulling them several times, my legs were spread apart as wide as I could get them, completely exposing my bald pussy and arse from behind.
When I was happy with the final position of my legs, I flicked the strap tails away, so they were both out of reach. I could no longer reach the spring release mechanism to loosen the straps.
I was so incredibly aroused at this point. I reached behind me as if to verify how exposed I was. I traced my index finger through my slit and was amazed how wet I had become.
I then attached the straps from the top corners of the bed onto each wrist cuff via the D clips. Next, I used my right hand to pull on the cargo strap tail attached to my left wrist cuff until it was tight. My left arm was now stretched outwards towards the corner bedpost.
While my right wrist cuff was still loose, I pulled the thick lambskin blindfold down over my eyes, making sure all light was blocked from them.
Drool from the gag was beginning to stream from my mouth, creating a large wet patch on the bed sheet below my chin.
Using my right hand, I pulled the loose strap tail belonging to the strap attached to my right wrist cuff. Slowly, bit by bit, I took up the slack of the strap until my right arm was stretched as tight as possible towards the bedpost. When I was sure I couldn't get the strap any tighter, I flicked the loose tail away out of reach. I was now totally helpless, exposed, and totally vulnerable. I had made it inescapable as requested by my Master. I was now dependent upon the stranger releasing me when he wanted.
Putting myself into self-bondage was something I did regularly and usually took me about five minutes to complete. Making the situation inescapable brings in a fear side, filling your body with adrenaline, creating the fight-or-flight effect. At the same time, you know you’re naked and totally vulnerable to anyone’s touch. The mere fact of knowing you can’t escape and have lost total physical control has a considerable effect on arousal.
Sensory deprivation, using a gag, blindfold, and earplugs, further compounds the effect of this arousal.
As I helplessly lay face down on the bed, spread-eagled, waiting for the stranger to arrive. I was so aroused by this predicament that I was on the edge of orgasm without the need for any stimulation. It was always the same each time I was restrained, giving up all physical control, having no control over the situation, creates the most intense sexual desire.
By this stage I was horny as hell, desperate to be touched or fucked. I could feel the heat of my aroused vagina, it’s juices beginning to dribble between my legs like nectar from a flower.
My deprived sensors were trying their best to detect the stranger’s arrival, and my anxiety and anticipation were reaching a peak. I had lost all track of time; my heart was beating faster and faster from the adrenaline coursing through my veins, the combination of fear, excitement, and anticipation from not knowing when or what was going to happen.
I felt the slightest breeze of air brushing across my naked body. I gasped through the gag and momentarily held my breath in anticipation. Could this be the moment? Is he here?
I could hear nothing, but I thought I felt someone’s presence in the room with me. Maybe I was imagining it.
I squirmed and writhed on the bed against the tight restraints, subconsciously checking for a way out, if not, to subconsciously show this person I was at his mercy. My bare vagina and arse totally exposed from behind.
Nothing happened, and every passing second was beginning to feel like an eternity. I wondered if there was anyone there. Was it my imagination playing tricks? Was the stranger just sitting back and watching me? I needed something to happen, I needed to cure this sexual urge.
Suddenly, my body flinched uncontrollably, it felt like an electrifying jolt ripping through my body as the thin leather whip bit into the flesh of my bare arse cheeks. I let out a moan through the gag, partly from pleasure and partly from pain.
Something cold and hard was dragged down over my body starting at the back of my neck and followed the length of my spine down through my arse crack. Its path continued between the folds of my labia. It had to be something metallic, something like the back of a heavy knife blade.
My body began shaking uncontrollably, partly from fear and partly from ecstasy. The intensity of this situation made me orgasm, so intense that it flooded through every inch of my body. As I orgasmed, I pulled forcibly against the bonds, moaning loudly through the gag, shifting my focus to what I was feeling within my body.
I lay there panting, slowly coming back down to Earth, waiting for whatever was going to happen next.
It seemed like an eternity, and suddenly I felt someone’s weight on the mattress between my legs. A pair of hands spread my arse cheeks wide apart so he could plunge his tongue into my sphincter. He started swirling his tongue at the opening, making me gasp and moan loudly through the gag. Oh fuck, what a turn-on. It was my first ever experience of being rimmed.
He kept licking and prodding my sphincter with his tongue, whilst his hands began sliding down over my naked body. I could feel another orgasm quickly building. I tried helplessly to push my body harder back into the stranger’s mouth. He had me on the edge.
The visitor pulled back away and began dribbling cold lubricant onto my sphincter, I felt the excess creeping down over the entrance of my pussy.
Three fingers were thrust quickly and deeply into the slippery opening of my pussy. I moaned loudly as they penetrated up to the knuckles. He worked the fingers in and out of my vagina with quick forceful movements. In no time at all, I was on the verge of another intense orgasm.
He withdrew his fingers so just the tips were at the entrance and paused all movement. I began to try and helplessly push my pussy back into his hand. I wanted it so bad, I wanted to scream. I was desperate to be fucked, fingered or fisted, right now I didn’t care which one or which order. I was on the edge. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Without any warning he suddenly thrust four fingers into the opening of my vagina. As his fingers slid into me, his thumb pushed into the opening of my sphincter.
I moaned loudly through the gag as the orgasm erupted inside me, my body shaking and squirming uncontrollably whilst his fingers and thumb filled the two entrances. The orgasm lasted for ages, my vagina and arse clamping his fingers and thumb in place, my body writhing against his hand as it impaled me. He started wriggling his hand around inside the entrance as I orgasmed, the intensity of his hand filling was so great that I couldn’t help but squirt.
When this orgasm eventually stopped, he began to fuck both holes at once with his thumb and four fingers. It didn’t take long before I was orgasming again with nearly as much intensity as the first.
In no time at all, I began to have multiple orgasms, something that happens every time I am locked in restraints.
The stranger hand fucked me for ages, working my vagina and sphincter simultaneously. He used his spare hand to squeeze my neck, pull my hair or drag his fingernails down the length of my back. I was having multiple orgasms, each time my body tensed and pulled against the restraints.
Eventually, the stranger withdrew his hand, giving me a moment to catch my breath. He changed positions on the bed and knelt between my thighs with his hard cock pressing against my crotch.
I could feel his cock pressing against my slit, I was now desperate to have that inside me. I pushed my body back a little harder into as if to invite him to fuck me.
The stranger knew exactly what I wanted as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down through my labia to tease me. The restraints prevented me from moving into a position to make it happen. I would have screamed, “FUCK ME!” if it wasn’t for the gag.
Finally, the stranger plunged his cock deep inside my vagina. I moaned loudly as the bulbous head of his cock spread my tight pussy lips and entered me. He penetrated me hard so its entire long length was inside me, right to the hilt, impaling me.
The stranger began fucking me, slowly withdrawing its total length until my pussy lips were trying to clamp the head. He held his cock pressed at the entrance for a few seconds only then to plunge it back deep into me quickly. I moaned through the gag every time he did this. The stranger kept repeating this routine over and over, bringing me to another wave of orgasms.
The stranger held onto my hips, pulling me tightly back against him, so every possible inch impaled me. His fat eight-inch-long cock stretched open my vagina lips and filled me.
As the stranger fucked me, I began to feel like a rag doll, being fucked by this giant monster whilst totally helpless. I now belonged to the stranger; I was nothing but his object of pleasure, a receptacle for his manhood.
I had lost track of all time, lost count of the orgasms that flooded through my body. The stranger eventually stopped and withdrew his cock leaving me totally breathless and my vagina gaping. The smell of sex permeated every inch of the room. The sheets were saturated with our combined juices. He must have cummed already as I could feel something thick and slippery oozing from my vagina.
As I lay exhausted and motionless, the stranger released the restraints enough so that my arms and legs had some movement. I was too exhausted to do anything. He changed positions again and moved so he was close to the side of my head. He unbuckled the ball gag and removed it from my mouth, giving me a chance to swallow the excess drool.
The stranger then lifted and turned my head slightly, pushing his cock at my lips. I opened my mouth wide taking his cock into my mouth. I could taste both his cum and my juices over its pulsating flesh. I sucked as eagerly as I could, trying to fit as much as possible into my mouth. The taste of his cum was gradually increasing by the minute, several minutes later the stranger groaned loudly and held my head tighter as he pumped ejaculate into my mouth.
I tried my best to swallow it as fast as I could; the stranger must have been storing this for months.
The stranger pulled his cock out and climbed back off the bed, leaving me exhausted and motionless. I lay there unmoving, feeling as if every bit of energy had been sucked from my body.
Eventually, I began to loosen off the straps and slowly got myself out of bondage. The stranger was long gone by now. I found a handwritten note he left in the kitchen which said, “Thanks, I look forward to watching you every time you shop xx.”
“Oh Shit! I thought I had no idea who this person was. I will be wondering every time I go to the shops, making me feel both embarrassed and somewhat humiliated.
It’s just another psychological play that Master does from time to time.
Laura Clavette
