Final Bondage Gasp
Childish Role-Play Leads to Spanking & CBT!
WARNING: Contains Scenes of, but not limited to — Spanking, Cock & Ball Torture, Prolonged Bondage, BDSM, Distress, Male Chastity Via Duct Tape, Blood, an Adult Woman, Role-Playing / Acting like a Little Girl . . . Oh, and Crust-less Peanut Butter and Jelly . . . ; )
ARRESTED . . .
Pulling at the handcuffs holding my arms behind my back, it’s held with a shorter chain to a metal ring inside the back of the Police Van keeping me at the end of the bench closest to the corner. Fuck my head hurts! Dizzy and a little nauseous, I go to straighten my legs to realize they’re also cuffed.
Wow! I must have really fucked up badly this time! This was the oddest-looking Police Van I’ve ever been in. Yeah, I’m somewhat a pro at this part of the process going to a few too many out of control Parties. There’s an odd smelling haze back here, that as I take a whiff, it makes me dizzier.
The overly loud garage door of the Police Station underground parking closes back up, squeaking extra loud just before stopping. I yell at the driver, “Fucking Oil that! God Dammit!” The Van stops and I’m ready to be taken in for another photo to add to my collection.
If I’m ever Famous, they’re going to have a hell of a time choosing my, ‘Before he was Famous’ pic! The back of the Van opens and standing there is that Smoking Hot redhead in the extra short skintight yellow latex dress and her cute little pigtails. “So they got you also?” Asking before putting together the fact that she’s the one who just opened the door from the outside.
“Nap Times not over” she says to me as she puts her black latex gas mask with matching bright yellow accents back on. I remember what happened and I say, “Not Again!” as she releases another cloud of whatever and things go blurry again just before going black.
NAP-TIME . . .
Laying hogtied on what feels like one of those blue and red folding mats from Kindergarten, I’m too dizzy to even open my eyes. Trying once again to replay how I got here? And why my pants were unzipped and open?
Each time I do open my eyes a little, I catch random flashes of the nicest pair of legs I can remember . . . just the right balance of smoothness and perfectly shaped naked flesh, with hints of her strong muscles as they flex with each step . . .
The forth time opening my eyes, able to keep them open long enough to make my visual trip from her ankles, calves, over her knees and ever so slowly past her thighs . . . god those thighs! Closer to my Promised Land to see . . . bright shiny yellow latex! Fuck!
Panicking, I jump a little in my bondage, catching her attention, Candy’s attention. She turns in my direction and I hold my breath waiting for another cloud of knock out gas . . . it didn’t show up . . . this time.
Quickly moving towards me, Candy sits Indian style as she puts a plate in front of me, while saying, “I cut the crust off, I hate the crust, hope you didn’t want the crust, I can make it over, that’s if you even like peanut butter and jelly . . . like you like me”
She’s very excited about this sandwich, but fully ignoring the previous tidbit of information . . . like the fact that she lured me into a van, gassed me, kidnapped me and now has me cuffed and chained into a hogtie.
I was speechless . . . for several reasons: One — No idea how she’s going to react to anything I say or do. Two — I’m still in shock as to what happened. Three — Because in the middle of all of this, I can’t help but feel my erection growing at just the site of her! The Ultimate Eye Candy!
She’s been doing this ‘Little Girl’ Role-play thing since I first saw her across the room at . . . someone’s Party. Guess my only option is to talk to her like a Little Girl to not scare her off or cause her to switch personalities to something way worse . . . like Serial Killer.
My growing erection reminded me again about my pants being wide open. Looking down and back to Candy I ask, “Candy, what happened here?” She pulled on the bottom of her latex dress and wouldn’t make eye contact as she replied with, “Did you want me to feed you your PBJ?”
A little firmer, I just said, “Candy?” . . . She squirms a little, hesitates before finally saying, “I didn’t know that was in there . . . I thought Harry my Hamster was hiding in there and tried to get him out” Ok, not the answer I was expecting. Plus, would like to think my bulge was bigger then a Hamster.
“I’m sorry . . . I can try to close it back up again . . . if you want?” That’s all I need, my erect cock caught in my zipper while my hands are locked behind me. I made the wiser choice of, “I like PBJs, can you feed me?”
With Candy’s attention off my cock and my attention fully on my ever-growing cock, I did my best to enjoy this fine, crust-less sandwich being hand fed to me by a Little Girl stuck in one hell of a woman’s Hot Body. Now how again did I fucking get here? . . .
BASHFUL . . .
The Napkin she just handed me asked, written in purple crayon, “DO YOU LIKE ME? ___ YES ___ NO”. I look back up and the impatient blonde in front of me, angrily pointed at a very sexy, very hot redhead in the far corner of the room.
Then she said, “Hurry the Fuck up! I got things to do!”, as she handed me the purple crayon. Confused at first, feeling like I was back in Elementary School . . . looking a second time at the very toned body in that skintight bright yellow latex dress and I quickly remembered where I was.
“Sorry” to the blonde who’s just checked her watch a third time in just a few seconds. Quickly I put a nice big “X” for “ X YES”, then handed her back the napkin and crayon. Breaking the crayon in half with one hand and tossing it on the floor with a double eye roll that she was obviously a pro at . . . she left to return the napkin to my New Girlfriend.
The path back was crowded with everyone else at the party, so ‘Happy’ had to work her way around them. Still having a pretty good eye line of my New Girlfriend and her whole body. She was acting all bashful as she kept glancing away whenever she noticed me looking at her. She was one of if not the sexiest woman at this party and had no reason to be like that.
With both of her hands tugging at the bottom edges of her very short latex dress, she was also slowly twisting side to side as she kept looking every direction but towards me. We both looked towards ‘Happy’ who was still trying to return my answer to her Secret Napkin Question.
The route ‘Happy’ took became even more crowded, frustrated by the threesome kissing each other, blocking her way, she crumpled up the napkin, tossed it into a planter and walked off. Immediately I looked back to Bashful who saw the whole thing just like I did, and never have I seen such a pouty sad face on a full-grown woman in my life. God, my heart sank I felt so bad for her as her little game failed to play out. “Josh!” Grabbing my wingman’s arm real hard. “What the Fuck Dude!”
Getting a lot of attitude at this party! I was told it would be a fun place to be. “Josh! Listen! See the Hottie over there in bright yellow?” He replies, “How can I NOT see that Hottie in bright yellow? Come to Daddy!”
{Smack} Quick open hand slap gets his tongue back inside as I point at him, inches from his face, “Mine!” Glancing back to Sadness, I see her turning away, trying to leave. “Josh! Do you see that planter over there?” pointing towards it. “Yes! Dude! Why’d you hit me? Fuck!”
Sadness was getting closer to the door before I’d ever get a chance to turn her to Happiness! Taking a deep breath, I remember to ask Josh the right way, “Wingman Josh!” He snaps to attention, salutes me and says, “Present, Sir!”
Finally, back on track, Wingman Josh accepted his mission, already had the Secret Code and was making his Top Secret drop off to the Yellow Code Mistress seconds before she left the Field of Operations. Turning back to me, saluting again as he lip the words, “Mission Accomplished, Sir!” I gave him the official hand signals for “At Ease and I owe you one”
As he walked off I notice that after getting and reading my answer, that Sadness had left the party . . . and Happiness was staring right at me. In her bright yellow latex dress, she was doing what could only be described as an adult version of the potty dance. Personally, I didn’t care what she was doing right now . . . cause my nights about to get Wild!
PLAYTIME . . .
Grabbing my hand firmly, this Chick is strong! She asks me in almost a little girl voice, “Do you wanna come and Play with me?” I respond with “Hell yah I do!” Sticking with her little girl Role Play, “That’s a bad word . . . maybe I shouldn’t Play with you . . .”
Oh, you’re not getting away from me after all of this. “I’m sorry . . . I won’t say bad words again.” Hopping up and down she says, “GOODIE!” making a quick switch back to being Bashful and Shy, “Cause I like you also”. She is so, not breaking from her little girl Character, guess you have to respect the craft . . . even if I don’t understand the choice.
I really would prefer she’d gone with Naughty Nurse needing an Injection or Disappointed Hot School Teacher with a Ruler. No matter what, she has one of those Cross-Fit Hard Bodies with perfect thighs that I can currently see almost to the top. I’m guessing matching bright yellow latex panties? Need to find out . . .
Leaving the party together, holding hands, she’s skipping as we walk. Some of the ‘Front Lawners’, those Partiers who’re are too drunk to ever make it inside, much less find their ways back to their cars, are pointing and laughing at us.
Fuck it! “I’m getting to Play and you’re not!” Sticking my tongue out, I skip with her. Seeing me do this, she smiles and giggles . . . of course, just like a little girl. No idea where she’s planning our playtime or how far away it is . . . I just keep skipping . . .
She’s not wearing a bra under her latex and her breasts are so firm they don’t need it. Even with the skipping, they had very little bounce, which made me a little sad. Maybe once that tight latex is clear, they’ll be coming to life more.
Stopping in front of one of those windowless panel vans . . . the kind your Parents warned everyone about, “Don’t ever take candy from a Stranger! Especially one in a Van like that!” Skippy asks me, “Do you like my Fort?” At first I thought she said, “Ford” and was going to say this was a “Chevy”.
Not wanting Sadness to return and being so close to getting my panties question answered, I reply with, “It’s pretty cool . . . are boys allowed?” Without skipping a beat, she says, “Of course they’re not allowed . . . that’s why I had to sneak you out here at night.”
Don’t believe I would call two full grown adults skipping down the street, one of them in damn near glow in the dark yellow, ‘Sneaking’. But I can work with this. She opens the back and says, “Hurry, before Mom sees you!”
Hesitating for a second before I justify my bad decision with, ‘She’s not offering me candy to get into the Van . . . so my Parent’s rule doesn’t apply here. Climbing in I go to the bench seat near the back. Across from me was a little girl backpack . . . yup, in shiny yellow with a black lace pattern matching the one on the front of Skippy’s dress.
Not wanting to keep making up names for her, I finally ask, “What’s your name?” She’s opened up and was digging in her backpack and replies with, “I’m Candy” as she slips a matching gas mask on and the haze causes me to gasp for fresh air . . . she fucking tricked me into her van with Candy . . .
CURIOSITY . . .
Finishing my hand fed PBJ, which wasn’t half bad and I found out, I do like better with the crust cut off. Why didn’t my Mom do this for me? Candy noticed there was still some jelly on her fingers, so without a second thought, she put them in my mouth and said, “You missed some!”
I looked to her smooth thighs, so hoping some jelly got on them also . . . dammit! No luck! Cause that would have totally worked! With the sandwich gone, the elephant in the room returned . . . or at least his trunk did. “So, what is that thing? Can I play with it?”
Ok, I know, everything about this is so totally wrong. Would I Ever, In My Life, let an actual Little Girl play with it? FUCK NO! NEVER! But what the fuck would you do right now? If I tell her ‘No’, she may get mad and kill me? Remember? Candy, Van, Kidnapped! My Parents were right.
“If it’ll make you happy, you can . . . just be real gentle cause he’s very fragile.” I wouldn’t be treating it gently if I had a chance to bend her over that couch over there . . . there’s a couch? Why am I on this thin mat on the floor?
Candy gently lifts up my hard cock and asks, “Is it a boy?” Oh My God? Really? She’s touching it, She’s touching it, and so I’ve got that going for me. I’d like to say this has been my roughest trip ever from first eye contact to Hot Girls hand on my cock . . . but I’d be lying . . . yeah, as I said before, Lots of Parties . . .
Moving my cock around in different ways, tipping her head in curiosity each time she lets go and watching it tip in one direction or another. “Is he sick? He won’t stay standing up?” Ok, so that was just hurtful . . . but also an opportunity . . . if I play right . . .
As I formulate my plan, Candy asks, “Does he have a name?” He does, but I don’t think she’ll like me saying, ‘Thor, God of Pussy’. I go with a simple, “No”. She, getting excited, “I’m going to call him Harry the 2nd!” Holding him straight upright, letting him go, he tips again. “He looks sad” and she switches from excited to pouty in a second.
Pushing my luck, I go with, “Harry the 2nd is sad . . . sad he didn’t get any peanut butter or jelly . . .” Ok, so this could really work out well . . . or just as likely go horribly wrong. Candy grabs my empty plate, and skips off. Moments later, she comes back with just jars of peanut butter and jelly.
I watch Candy in amazement as she seriously tries to hold his little mouth open while feeding him peanut butter and jelly. Most of it is ending up all over her hands and better yet, all over a very Hard Harry the 2nd. Very distressed, Candy says, “He’s not eating! He’s going to Die!”
Can’t believe I’m doing this, but, I tense up several times making my cock move up and down for her before saying, “No, look, he’s happier now . . . he’s just very messy . . . that’s all. I’d clean it off like I did your fingers earlier, but I can’t reach him.”
She sits there doing nothing for a moment, so I poke her a little with, “If only someone else could lick it all off . . . I think Harry the 2nd would be back to normal.” Acting like she just got an idea all on her own, actually saying, “Light Bulb! I can reach him! . . . if you think that’ll be ok with Harry the 2nd?”
And for the next ten minutes, I was still Totally and Helplessly cuffed, chained and at her mercy, but I was Totally Free of Candy’s Little Girl Role Play. Had she been making Little Girl Yum Yum noises while licking, cleaning and sucking my cock, that would of been one Hell of a Turn Off and Reserved me one of the Hotter Spots in Hell.
For these ten minutes, she was anything but Child Like, THANK THE ROLE-PLAYING GODS! She was in Full on Horned up, Adult Female Mode! Sucking while caressing my cock and balls as I got closer and closer to fully unloading my buildup! It’s been growing since I first Checked Her Box with a Purple Crayon.
Maybe her Game, whatever it was, is over now and we can continue as one consenting Adult, Hard Fucking another, not as much consenting Adult . . . cause she has him locked helpless. Locked up or not, I’m not saying ‘No’ to Fully Tasting her Candy! I’m just saying in a Court of Law, I wouldn’t be considered as ‘Consenting’.
Unable to hold back any more, I enjoy every second of my semen tsunami as its rushing full speed out Harry the 2nd’s, forcing out the sticky wad of PBJ that Candy succeeded to jam down his mouth! Candy was not only unprepared, but also, wasn’t at all amused as she started to spit out the mix of purple, brown and white! “YUCK!”
Turning her head and letting go of Harry at the wrong time, mid cum, as I splattered the side of her face, hair, cleavage and latex dress. I couldn’t stop it once the carnage started and aiming it hands free works as badly as it does using the toilet. “EEEEEWW!”
“It’s all Sticking and Yucky!” Seems Candy is back and she’s not happy! “Candy, I’m sure Harry’s sorry and didn’t mean it” Standing up, stomping her foot, “It’s Harry the 2nd! And he Loves me and would Never do that!”
She’s putting her mask back on! Oh Fuck! “Candy, No!” Yelling now, Candy says, “YOU MADE HARRY THE 2ND DO IT! YOU TRICKED BOTH OF US! I DON’T LIKE YOU ANYMORE!” . . . the haze, knocking me out quicker then before . . .
MAD . . .
Slowly coming out of it, I can feel I’m no longer in a Hogtie . . . which was a relief! I’m also standing up, finally . . . which was even more of a relief. That was until I fully realized what she did to me . . . what she’s planning to do to me next . . . This is Not Good!
Some how, I’m not fully sure how, she has me tied up against the two by fours of an unfinished wall. I’m completely naked, my arms are up above my head and my legs are spread around three boards apart. I’m bound with more rope then you’d ever need, making sure I’d never be able to free myself.
I’m gagged with what I’m guessing is a knotted rubber inner tube to a bike, which is holding my head against the wood. My cock hurts like hell right now and Candy has her back turned to me. Hearing me making noise, she turns around with a very Pissed Off look and dried semen in her hair and down her cleavage and dress.
Seems most of the PBJ must of made it to her mouth before she turned her head. Stomping her foot again, pulling at the bottom of her yellow latex dress, “Look what you did! You ruined it! I tried to take Harry the 2nd and go home, but he’s stuck to you real bad like”. Wiggling my head, the knot in the rubber tube gagging me is getting looser.
Well, that explains the pain in my cock right now. She actually thought it wasn’t part of me and tried to pull it off. Kinda wish she did that before gassing me again. I mean, early on, the little tugs would have been nice follow-up to my PBJgasm.
“Harry the 2nd and I were talking while you napped.” You mean while you fucking gassed me again, Bitch. “And he doesn’t like you any more either and wants to live with me . . . in my Barbie Dream house Mansion. There’s an open room since Ken’s accident.”
Fuck Fuck Fuck! She’s Not Role-Playing! She can’t be, she’s Fucking Nuts!!! And what the Hell Happened to Ken? Candy sidesteps so I can see the little table that she was looking at before turning around. On it is a big ass pair of scissors, a large serrated bread knife, a roll of piano wire and a large pair of vice grips! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
Jerking hard, the gag comes loose, “CANDY, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! THIS ISN’T FUNNY ANYMORE! NOW GOD DAMMIT! UNTIE ME NOW!” Putting her fingers in her ears, “Don’t yell at me! Bad Words! la la la la la la la la la la la!”
Crying actual tears, Candy says, “I just want to go home now and Harry the 2nd wants to go with me . . . now which of these will work best to get him unstuck from you?” Yelling isn’t working, I have to do something, say something and quick!
There’s Only One Option Left! My turn to Cry, “Please don’t take Harry the 2nd away from me, he’s my only Friend and I’d be very sad.” Tears, don’t fail me now . . . come on! Think Onions! Think about my dick getting cut of and being left her to Bleed Out and Die! Ok, that worked!
“P P Please Candy! P P Please!” Candy isn’t Mad anymore and is starting to Cry with me “Oh, Ok . . . but do you Promise no more Tricking me or yelling or saying bad words or being mean or spitting up on me or any other stuff I don’t like.” That’s a lot to Promise and pretty damn vague . . . but if my cock isn’t getting cut of, “I Promise all of those things and more.”
“Ok, Good! Gotta take my bath now, Tootles, see ya laters” and she skipped off leaving the table with the four different horrible ways to remove a man’s cock, displayed for me to stare at and stew over until she returns . . .
HORNY . . .
I somehow doubt she actually took a bath, cause she was still in the same f’n hot Skin Tight Yellow Latex dress . . . which still makes me hard every time . . . even if there may be a psycho killer inside of it. Even though she may switch back to taking Harry the 2nd with her if I make any mistakes.
Am happy though she just cleaned up her messy areas. Twisting side to side all proud of herself, “I cleaned it! How’s it look?” Best answer for a Little Girl . . . “Candy, it’s very Pretty . . . just like you.” If my hands weren’t tied up, I would have finished by lightly bopping her nose with a single finger.
“Really? You think I’m Pretty?” Not sure if this is a good or bad path to be going, but Fuck It! I’ve been with her all this time and still have no idea what color, make or model her panties are. “I think you are more then Pretty . . . I want to kiss you if you let me.”
“I’ve never kissed a boy . . . Mom says that’s how you get boy germs.” Taking ‘Playing Hard to Get’ to a new level by playing the ‘Mom’ card. “Mom doesn’t know that your gas you use to make me sleep also chases away boy germs.” Well played if I could pad my own back.
“Really?” asks Candy . . . “You’re not lying and trying to Trick me again?” In for a dime in for a dollar. I reply, “No Candy, I promised I wouldn’t try to Trick you and I’m not lying when I say, I’ve wanted to kiss you since I first saw you at the party.”
Coming real close to me, so close that Harry bumps up against her latex, she gives me a quick peck on the cheek. She not only looks clean, she does smell like bubblegum bubble bath . . . maybe she actually did take a bath.
“Candy, can we do that again, but on my lips . . . I bet you taste like bubblegum and wanted to find out for sure.” Hopping over to me as she says, “I love bubble gum!” She leans in a second time, as Harry get’s another very pleasurable latex bump.
This kiss was lips to lips and was anything but fast. What started as a closed kiss on the lips progressed into fully open mouths as her strong tongue forced it’s way inside. Her arms wrapping around my waist as her cleavage pushed higher from not only the pressure of the latex, but from being forced hard against my chest.
Candy was now on one leg as her other has wrapped around me as she was grinding her crotch hard against my thigh! Holy Shit! Where the hell has this Candy been hiding? Her mouth pulls away from me only long enough to take in a deep and very sensuous breath before going into all out hickey mode on my neck.
Anyone seeing me tomorrow will know I now have a Girlfriend because she sucked a good half dozen “Mine!” marks onto both sides of my neck. Reaching down, between everything else, she’s also started a very slow stroke of my shafts as the ropes hold me back from thrusting towards her.
I totally pushed some button and want nothing more then to push the rest of her buttons . . . and Hard! Don’t screw this up! Don’t screw this up! Don’t say anything! Just let her continue! “Candy?” she stops, IDIOT!
“You know if I wasn’t tied up, I could hug you back?” Candy steps back and the look of Lust fades as Sadness moves back home. “You promised to not try and Trick me . . . I think you are trying to Trick me . . . and that’s Bad . . . and Bad Boys get Spankings!”
BIRTHDAY . . .
Don’t even remember her putting on her Gas Mask . . . or taking that last gasp before the gas overpowered me. Honestly, it’s almost become routine now. Just one time, I’d like to be awake so I can learn exactly how she’s flinging my lifeless body around and tying me up in one position or another.
Looks like I finally got an upgrade to the couch, just not the one I hoped for. Candy has me tied, bent over the back of it. My naked ass is now the highest part of my body. My ankles are spread wide apart, tied to the couch’s back legs. Ropes, towards the two front legs of the couch, pull my wrists helplessly.
Multiple layers and pieces of Duct Tape very solidly gag me. I’m sure it doesn’t look pretty, but it’s very effective. She ran enough under my chin, so I can’t even open my mouth. Trying to reposition myself slightly, “MMMMMGGG!” as the hair around my cock and balls gets yanked hard!
“I covered Harry the 2nd in Tape so he didn’t have to see you get your Spanking” Ok, not good! That’s not only going to hurt more then any Spanking if I move and I don’t even want to think about how it’s going to feel coming off later.
Pulling at the ropes, she did a good job and I’m not getting loose. At least Harry the 2nd is underneath me and not currently a target of getting cut off . . . so I got that going for me. Kneeling down in front of the couch, Candy asks, “Is it you’re Birthday?”
No idea how to answer, but she’s asking like she wants it to be my Birthday, so I nod ‘Yes’. Candy pops back up to her feet and claps. “Good! Cause I don’t know for sure if you tried to Trick me. If I gave you a Spanking and you weren’t being Bad, it would make me Sad.”
“Now I can Spank you as long as I want and as hard as I want because it’s your Birthday!” {smack} The first light Spank was more of a shock then a pain. “How old are you anyway? You look really old . . . are you like a hundred?”
Don’t have anything better to do, that spank was pretty light and it keeps her from doing other much worse things . . . I nod ‘Yes’. All excited, Candy goes, “I knew it!” Guessing that means a hundred Spanks . . .
{smack} {smack} {smack} “MMMMMGGG!” As expected, the Spanks weren’t bad . . . it was the constant hair pulls from the Duct Tape that was bringing tears to my eyes! Had to make sure to not move no matter how hard Candy decides to Spank or I’m going to be in a lot of Pain!
{Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} “MMM MMM!!!” Candy is slowly increasing how hard her hand is hitting my naked ass as I fight more to not move or tear out more hairs from my most sensitive areas!
Candy all of a sudden stops, and I see her putting down a mark on a piece of paper to keep track. Seems that was ten. She catches me watching her and she says, “Don’t want to lose count . . . I’d have to start over.”
LUST . . .
Each mark on here paper, led to harder and more intense slaps! {Smack!} “MMMHH!” {Smack!} “MMRRR!” {Smack!} “MMFF!” The pain of my hairs ever so slowly being pulled out was still there, but the buildup of her the previous softer Spanks on top of the progressively harder ones hand me screaming into my gag for every one!
{Smack!} As I would scream with each Spank, Candy grunting and moaning as she attacked my helpless ass with her firm hand! We’d made it past halfway on my hundred Birthday Spanks, and Candy’s Best Emotion, Lust, had made her return!
Not only could I feel it with her slow, sensuous caressing of my ass and thighs between each Spank, but I could also see and hear that Lust had become her primary. As she would walk over to mark another ten on her paper, her hands would be on the front of her own thighs, lifting the front of her dress up as she moved.
Of course, this would only happen as she was walking away, denying me the answer to my ultimate question of: ‘What the Hell kind of Panties is she Hiding?’ With her hands sliding on her own naked thighs, and the sounds of my own screams on break, I would hear her moaning from the pleasure of her touches.
Returning to continue, Candy started by first stretching herself over the top of my bent over body from behind. The feel of her cool latex dress on my burning ass was soothing as her firm breasts pushed hard against my back.
Kissing and licking the back of my neck, as her arms wrapped around me, taking time to play with my nipples. The full weight of her body on top of me now, as her feet have left the ground so she could reach my neck and grind her hips onto me.
It was no longer my wiggling or moving that would cause more hairs to be pulled out from the Duct Tape covering my cock and balls. Hold still all I wanted, it didn’t matter as my cock strained to grow in size! Pulling at the Tape uncontrollably now and god awfully slow, I was now grunting in pleasure and pain continuously!
With all the extra time Lust was spending rubbing and kissing, humping and moaning, I’ve lost track of where we were with my Birthday Spanking and I really didn’t care. My cock was getting rock hard, even though it was held tightly and bent within my Duct Tape Chastity Cage!
Between the Spanks, her hands were no longer just rubbing my ass and thighs, but reaching between my legs and randomly grasping and tugging on the Tape like she’s done her latex dress so many times before.
{SMACK!} “MMMM!” {SMACK!} “MMRRR!” {SMACK!} “MMHHHH!” Her Spanks couldn’t get any harder nor could her random Tape tugs . . . or so I thought until she found the loose corner! OH MY GOD NO!
PAIN . . .
Imagine every single Band-Aid you’ve ever pulled off in your whole Life! . . . Now imagine them all being pulled off at the same time! From your most Sensitive Area . . . and add hairs to the mix. The Extra Hard Spanks did NOTHING to distract me from the Pain as she removed all of the Duct Tape using both hands!
The Spanking Stopped . . . There was no Screaming . . . I couldn’t hear or breathe as the only Duct Tape left on my body was the layers completely gagging me. I was in the most pain I’d ever been in my life and didn’t know how to even process it? I was close to passing out on my own . . . no knock out gas needed here . . .
I couldn’t see the wad of rolled up Duct Tape, but I knew there had to be blood! How could anything Hurt this bad and not cause blood? I was full on for real crying from the Pain as I watch my own tears hitting the cushion below my face!
My cock and balls were just in their own Private car crash and were trying to decide between still wanting to live, or just giving up . . . that was until the soft hands of Nurse Candy reaches between my thighs to pull them out of the wreckage . . .
Was it finally being touched gentle or the near death experience? I don’t know, but my skin’s sensitivity had grown ten-fold! The slightest and lightest of touch, brought waves of pleasure like I’ve never felt before. I’m instantly moaning in pleasure and squirming each time the tips of her fingers brush against my shaft!
Lust announced, “Last Ten!” {SMACK!} “MMFFF!” {SMACK!} “MRRR!” {SMACK!} “MMHGGRR!” I’d forgot we hadn’t finished the Spanking yet! Candy did not forget, keeping one hand firmly stroking my Fully Erect and Finally Fully straight shaft.
Stroking the length from the base to the head with every Extra Hard Spank! Ten I can keep track of and released my load around eight, all over the back of the couch! {SMACK!} Grunting into my gag, “NNNN!” {SMACK!} “TTNNNN!”
As the last few drops of semen were leaving my cannon, I lay my head down on the wet spot of the cushion from my earlier tears. Even though I’d unloaded on the back of the couch, somehow, I still ended up trying to sleep on the wet spot.
So tired, so exhausted, so sleepy . . . but still being kept awake from the grunts and moans of sexual frustration of Lust trying to find the best position to rub her pussy against the arm of the couch. Pretty sure when the two of us are done here, this couch will not be getting donated to Good Will . . .
Into the third position already as she’s now biting her lower lip almost smacking her crotch against the arm, trying her hardest to get herself off! I could sooooo help her with her problem if she’d just let me go!
I try moaning to get her attention, but her Lustful Frustration has taken over as she squirms against the wide arm of the couch! With my outstretched hand with the rope running to the leg closest to Candy, I turn my palm upright and make the motion of ‘Come Here’ . . . with the hidden message of ‘Cum Here’ . . .
Nothing! I do it again with an added extra loud grunt . . . finally catching her with a now very curious look at the possibilities. Moving off the arm, turning 180, she lowers her very hot, latex covered pussy onto my open hand. Her panties are latex! Finally! I know they’re latex! Still don’t know the color . . . yet.
Immediately, with three of my fingers taking a way more targeted approach then the wide couch arm, I can feel her much swollen clit through the thin latex. Her hands return to their favorite spots, tugging on the bottom edges of her shiny yellow latex dress . . .
The meaning behind these tugs have been many. From Bashful and Shy, to Angry or Happy, and now . . . we’re about to a whole new meaning for this reaction, to the collection. Candy’s head is tipping back; she’s breathing heavy, squirming hard against my hand!
I can feel the spasm of pleasure starting to spread from her pussy to every fiber of her being . . . I’m still unsure if Candy’s Childish Roll-Playing is an Act or Real? I do know at this moment and time, she’s acting anything but Childish . . . Thank God!
Orgasm after orgasm hits Candy hard as the Screaming and Moaning echoed in wherever we were. If this Warehouse has Neighbors, there will be complaints. My fingers are losing their strength, and slowing the rubbing motions that Lust Needs, Lust Wants, Lust Desires!
Each time I slow my fingers, she’d reposition herself a little and move about, looking Angry at me before saying, “More!” This wasn’t a question . . . it was an order and I was in no position to refuse her . . . I’d created a Monster!
Finally, unable to move my hand enough, Lust looks at my other hand with hunger and moves to that side of the couch. Taking her new seat and ordering up the Family Size Order of “MORE!” With a fresh set of fingers, I was able to deliver ‘MORE!’ but I’m pretty sure the Kitchen is going to run out before Lust is Full!
MORE! . . .
Everyone in the Kitchen was running around looking for More . . . but we were out! Every last little bit of More had been devoured by her Monstrous Lust and we were in Trouble!
The Panic set in because we had no idea exactly what kind of Review we’d be getting on Yelp with this, Not Fully Satisfied Customer? All we knew, is there will be Yelping and it will be Painful!
Candy had moved back and forth between my hands and fingers, giving me a small bit of recovery time between each sitting . . . but the muscles in my forearms are twitching and my hands are getting locked up in closed positions! How fucking long can she go?!?!?! My God! Please give me a rest!
“MORE!!!!” At this point I’m missing the old times, the good times, when Bashful and Shy would Play with me . . . Cause Lust here is a Relentless Bitch who only wants “MORRRREE!!!!!” And we’re all out of it! It’s on Back Order with No Expected Delivery Date!
As both of my hands have cramped up into useless fists, I glance to see Anger’s cold stare over the top of her black latex gas mask seconds before the gas takes over . . .
. . . the ride in the back of the Van was rough to say the least! Still naked, I roll from side to side with each turn, often getting airborne an inch or two as we go over railroad tracks and speed bumps in the roads . . . the whole slowing down for speed bumps wasn’t something Candy acted on . . .
. . . hands cuffed behind my back, legs and knees wrapped in ropes. A thinner rope wrapped and tied firmly around my base, shaft and balls, was keeping me rock hard . . . I’m unable to get back to the bench seat to lessen the pain of the hard metal floor as it smacks hard against my naked flesh another time . . .
The visions of being dumped into the nearest River, off a Cliff or left on one of the many railroad tracks we’ve flown over, are racing through my head as it hits the floor a third time. Fuck! I’m getting beat to shit here!
Tires squeal as the Van makes a very sharp turn and stops hard! I hear the front door of the Van open. Moments later, both back doors swing open to the Vision of my Skintight Shiny yellow latex Race Car Driver . . . who, leaving the doors open, heads back to the Driver’s seat.
Glancing where we are, I see some of the ‘Front Lawners’, still upright as the Party has been going all weekend! Oh My God! Just then the Van tires squeal again as it’s moving backwards towards the house! Fuck!
The moment the back tires hits the curb, causing both the Van and myself to get airborne once again, Candy slams on the breaks as I fly out the open back doors. Hitting and rolling hard onto the lawn until two people fucking doggy style slow my roll!
The guy on top pauses to say, “Welcome Back Dude! . . . How was Playtime?”
NOTE . . .
It’s been almost a month, and I never detailed my ‘Weekend with Candy’ to anyone . . . not even my Wingman Josh. After the first weekend of me staying home. Just treating my scars and shaving the last of the hairs still left on my crotch off . . . just in case . . . we starting hitting the Parties again . . .
There were many Hot and Horney girls all over . . . many outright hanging on me, begging to be taken upstairs and Fucked Hard . . . They were Sweet and Sexy, but none of them were the Sweet like the Candy I wanted to Taste more of . . .
Everything Yellow was making me glance . . . even a big Yellow DHL Delivery Truck on my way home from work Yesterday! OMG! I’m going Crazy here! Yellow Umbrella, Yellow Raincoat! I’m seeing shiny Yellow everyplace but where I want to see it!
Turning to Josh to let him know I’m heading home he says, “But the room is full of Hot and Wet Pootang Free for the Taking?” Then, in the distance, over his shoulder, a Glimmer or Hope! A Glimmer of Bright Yellow! Bright Yellow Latex!
Quickly, I grab a napkin and believe it or not, there’s an open box of Crayons spilled out across some coloring books on the Kitchen table. As fast as possible I write: “DO YOU LIKE ME? ___ YES ___ NO” in bright Pink. Calling to Josh, “Wingman Josh!” He snaps to attention, salutes me and says, “Present, Sir!”
This just might get me Killed . . . but I still don’t know the Color of her Panties . . . so my Mission isn’t done yet . . .
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