Sonya’s Pillory Mistake!
Trapped and at a Stranger’s Mercy!
Ever since Tony installed the Pillory, I can’t stop imagining the feeling and excitement of being helplessly trapped in its solid wooden grasp! It was custom made out of Hickory to perfectly fit my measurements. The measuring process was a mental game of public bondage that left me soaking wet by the end!
Tony could see it in my eyes and I redirected him to the corner of the parking lot for a very long fuck session. There wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to last the hour and a half trip back home.
I’m glad it was custom built for my body, but the six weeks of waiting was mind-numbing torture! I watched every movie I could find with witches, slaves, prisoners and more . . . as long as they spent time helpless in a pillory, I was good! Often Tony was out of town, so my night would be pillory scene, masturbate, pillory scene, masturbate . . . you get the pattern.
Once it was finally here and mounted solidly to the basement floor, I would go down and visit it almost hourly. Caressing it, pushing on it to see if I could get it to budge. Putting my neck and wrists into the half circles perfectly cut and sanded smooth to fit my limbs!
Every time we finally had plans in place for my first session of being locked in helpless something came up to spoil it! I kept asking Tony if we could just do a quick game so I can have my ultimate experience? He always responded with, “Sonya, I know how much this means to you, so the first time has to be extra special. We just can’t rush it.
As much as I agree with him . . . I’m about to fucking loose it if I have to wait any longer! Well it’s finally Friday and we have everything fully planned out. I’m going to be a misbehaving prisoner whose been scheduled for a caning! I have a dirty loose fitting shirt and shorts that I’m already wearing while I wait for Tony . . .
I had to promise to not cum or even touch myself all day to help with the build up! If he doesn’t show up soon . . . I’m going to break this rule! And then the worst of all horrors happen! Tony calls to let me know of an emergency out of Town Weekend Business Trip he has to attend. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDING ME?!?!?”
“I’m so so very sorry Sonya! I promise, I promise you! Next Weekend . . . we’ll play your game. No matter what. Just watch some more of your pillory scene movies you like so much . . . Oh Fuck! My rides here! Gotta go!”
Can you say: Devastated? Livid? Destroyed on the inside? I do go ahead and fast forward to my favorite scenes in a half dozen movies. I pretty much have the minutes and seconds memorized so I can get to them quickly.
The Witch, who has all of her clothing torn away in the public courtyard and then tortured by strangers she can’t turn to see is my absolute favorite! I just can’t take the waiting anymore! This is so fucking unfair! I decide to make sure Tony knows it!
Heading downstairs to touch and fondle my baby, I get naked and set up my phone at the perfect angle for Tony to see what he’s missing out on! He could have just said, “No, I have plans.” or “I have a Family emergency at home.” Which is true, cause I’m at my wits end!
Had to get out my phone holder, to get the best angle. Seeing my breasts hanging down helpless is for sure the best. He loves them hanging and swinging like this, which is why we fuck doggie style so often . . .
With my phone ready, I strip down naked and put my feet into their spots of the lower stock. A normal pillory only has an upper stock, for wrists and neck. We had this custom built, so a lower stock for my ankles was a must! Sure it added to the price, but so worth it!
Sliding the second board into place, so my ankles were helpless, causes sparks of excitement to shoot directly into my pussy! “Fuck!” Dropping in the two pins and I was in full squirm mode! Pulling and wiggling my ankles and they are helpless! My hands are shaking and I so want to masturbate right now!
I stop myself because I need Troy to watch me wiggle and struggle . . . even if it’s fake and all. My angle for my video call is perfect. He can’t see the top board of the stock, so it won’t matter that I didn’t close it . . .
Resting my neck and wrists into the smooth half circles I swear is almost enough to make me cum hands free! Nothing else I’ve ever done in my life could cause such a thing to happen! Oh my fucking god! This is delicious!
“Ok Google, video-call Tony.”
I’m all set to hear Tony’s verbal drooling but instead I get an almost angry: “Sonya, you didn’t close the stock did you?”
Pissed off by his first comment at the most erotic moment in my life, I reply, “Not yet asshole!” Standing back upright, I grab the top half of my stock, rest it onto the back of my neck and slowly move back into position. Need to avoid getting pinched, since its so heavy and all.
Tony gets all bossy, “Sonya don’t do that without me there!” Moving my neck and wrists into the lower halves of the holes, he gets even more bossy, “SONYA DON’T!”
I yell back, “Don’t want me to do this without you then maybe you should have come home Tony!”
With that, my neck and wrists fully sink into place and the sound of the wood hitting wood causes me to gasp in pleasure! That is until the tiny squeak of metal moving against metal, followed by the sound, {click} “Shit! What was that Tony?”
“Sonya, I told you don’t do that! I even yelled to not do it!”
I try to lift my head and neck back up and I can’t! “Tony! What was that noise?”
He replies, “That was the auto-latch. Remember, we agreed on that extra feature?”
“Well I think it’s fucking obvious that I didn’t remember that! Now you need to cancel your trip and come home now. Like it or not Tony, my very first official Pillory Session has started and you need to be here!”
In the background, I hear, {Captain Robert here. We’ve been cleared for takeoff! Hope you all enjoy your flight!} Tony looks at me with a very worried and apologetic expression, “I’m sorry Sonya . . . I can’t. You’re on your own.”
“Sir, you need to turn that off right now.”
“Ok, I’m sorry . . .” and his video feed goes blank! I’m speechless at what the fuck just happened. There had to have been a way off the plane? How can he just leave me like this? Only positive thing is I now know exactly what it feels like to be completely and utterly helpless in a Pillory!
. . . . . . . . . . . .
It’s been several hours now and I haven’t heard back from him. I never even found out where his meeting was or for how long, because I was so pissed off at him! I keep repositioning myself the best I can, causing the wood to make tiny straining noises from my moves.
Every other noise in the house is driving me crazy! I never noticed just how noisy this house is until now. Sweat is dripping off my body, as my muscles are starting to tighten from my bent over, ass out and helpless position! Still, everything about this is making my pussy wetter by the minute!
My breathing is crazy heavy! I can feel my breasts swaying with every tiny move. God! I know Tony loves that, but I love the thought and feel of them moving, even though I can’t see them.
Fuck! I can’t see much of anything beyond the windowless and door less dark end of our basement. {Video Call from Tony — Do you wish to answer?} “YES! OF COURSE I FUCKING DO!” {Video Call from Tony — Do you wish to answer?} Dammit! I switch to my calm voice, “Yes.”
Sounds of an Airport Terminal pop on the phone first, followed by, “Oh thank god! You’re Ok! . . . You are ok? Right?” Adding, “I’m sorry, but, I just have to point out . . . nice tits Sonya.” Guess I was right about the angle.
“Other than hating your guts right now Tony! Yeah . . . I’m alive . . . but majorly fucking pissed off at you!” I hear other odd noises like creaking and someone walking or shuffling across the floor above me! “Tony? Are you home?”
“No, I just landed in New York and am heading to move up my return flight to as early as possible. Why?” I hear the basement door nob being turned! Followed by someone’s heavy work boots clumping loudly down the stairs!
“Oh God! Tony! Someone broke into our house! I can hear them on the stairs! The smell of horse or cow manure fills the air! There’s someone right behind me! TONY! HELP ME!”
Tony yells, “LEAVE HER ALONE! SONYA! HANG UP AND CALL 911!” Before I have a chance to rattle off any commands a brown-gloved hand at the end of an ugly plaid flannel arm snags my phone off its stand! He grunts and throws it hard against the wall! Shattering it into pieces!
I don’t know why, other then the pure instinct to live; I fight to get free of the Pillory! The same Pillory custom made to fit my body made from wood harder then oak! “Leave me alone! Just leave me . . . wait! Unlatch me and then leave me alone! I promise not to even look at you . . . so I’ll never know who you are!” He grunts harder!
Of course I know exactly who this son of a bitch is. He’s that new creepy hire from the Tri-Stallion Ranch just a few blocks away. I see him almost every day creeping along our lot line . . . wearing the same old flannel, torn shit covered pants and beat up old work boots covered up with even more shit then his pants!
I’ve been able to get enough random glances to know who this is, even though he’s done a good job of hiding his face. “Please! Just let me go!” and {smack!} is his answer! His leather gloved hand spanks my helpless ass over and over! {smack!} {smack!} {smack!} {smack!} {smack!} “STOP! DON’T! PLEASE!”
Perfectly timing his motions to my screams, a leatherhead harness with a metal bit gag like you’d use on a horse, is forced into my mouth! Biting down on the hard metal is hurting my teeth as he tightens the straps holding the head harness into place! This fucking thing even had the blinders on the sides of my eyes, lessening my chance at seeing much of anything, unless it was right in front of me!
His brown leather gloves are pulled off and he continues my spanking barehanded! {smack!} {smack!} {smack!} As much as I hate everything that’s currently happening to me . . . at the same time . . . I can’t stop loving everything this stranger is doing to me!
I’m trying to avoid having him notice, but with his hands now naked, and my juices are spattering with some of his spanks! He once again grunts . . . but this time I can tell . . . it’s a grunt of approval!
Then comes an unexpected escalation in my Pillory Session at the hands of a stranger! I first feel the warmth rising along my left breast as the portable burning fuel can is pushed with his booted foot so it’s below my face!
The smell isn’t pleasant and neither is the heat coming off of it . . . but that’s nothing compared to what happens next! He holds the end of a metal branding iron right where I can see it! “MMMMM!” Oh God! He has to be fucking with me!
It’s a god damn backwards capital T nested with a capital S! Fucking Tri-Stallion Ranch branding mark! I try to scream again, but can only mumble! “MMMMMGGG!” He lowers the branding end into the fire and I’m forced to watch it, as it grows hotter and redder by the minute!
He’s half shuffling half dragging his feet around behind me! I’m unable to see any part of him until he reaches over the Pillory to clip on one, then another leather rein to the rings of my metal bit harness! He flips the reins over the top of the Pillory and pulls them snug! What the fuck is he doing?
Then I hear his suspenders being un-clipped and it’s too late for me! His pants drop and his cock is thrust into my soaking wet pussy as he pulls back on my reins and does the motion you’d use to make an animal run!
Each hard thrust and grunt, is combined with a perfectly timed yank and slap of the reins against my back as I can’t help but lift and push my pussy towards him in perfect timing to the motion of his hips!
I’m looking down at the branding iron that has become a red-hot glow as his swollen tip finds my G-Spot! I would never ever cheat on Tony willingly . . . but this is anything but me being willing! And with his tip finding it’s target, I can’t help but reach a level of pleasure I’ve not experienced in years!
I can only hope once this farm hand is done with me . . . he’ll unlatch my Pillory. That is if he ever is done. The fucking stamina on this guy! Holy Fuck! I’m pretty sure he’s the Stallion of that Ranch!
He did finally end with his loudest of grunts yet combined with jamming his swollen head hard against my G! Really wish my bit was leather and not metal, because biting down on it really fucking hurts!
My whole body is in pain, sweating like crazy; every muscle is sore as hell . . . yet I couldn’t be more sexually and mentally satisfied by this creepy farm hands mistreatment of me!
There’s still my fear of that branding iron right below my face! Red fucking hot! The rising heat causing my face to be drenched in sweat! He can’t be serious about branding me as one of his horses!
{Ba ba ba ba ba nana . . . Ba ba ba ba ba nana . . . Banana ah ah . . . Potato na ah ah} Wait! That’s my phone! But how?
Tony says, “It’s your Mom . . . should I answer it?” He shuffle stomps his way to where I can finally completely see him! Fucking plaid flannel, torn shitty pants and covered in even more shit work boots! He’s holding my phone!
{Ba ba ba ba ba nana . . . Ba ba ba ba ba nana . . . Banana ah ah . . . Potato na ah ah} “Like I said before, it’s Mom . . . answer it?”
I shake my head a hard “No” as he gives me his full spread of pearly whites while he takes a bow for his fantastic character acting.
Tony removes my head harness and metal bit as he asks, “What took you so long to finally lock yourself in? You were so horned up about it every day! I thought you’d never do it . . . but am so glad you finally did!”
“Tony, that was the most amazing thing ever! You need to tell me later how you did it? Scaring me to death with that Tri-Stallion branding iron was a great touch! I’m still fucking shaking in fear from seeing it red hot like that.”
“Oh! . . . Ok! . . . I see your confusion there. You think the TS stands for Tri-Stallion and I’m heating it up just to scare you?
I reply, “Yeah . . . good one Tony. You scared the fuck out of me with that.”
“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but the TS stands for Tony’s Slave . . . and your helpless ass is about to be branded as mine! I’m not a total meanie . . . I’ll let you pick. Left or right cheek?”
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