OTHER THAN MY PEN-NAME, EVERYTHING HERE IS TRUE!
The Reasons I’m Ready To Try Forniphilia — It’s Time My Partner Finally Knows
NON-FICTION | BDSM | EROTICA | ZROTICA | BONDAGE | DENIAL
Being a switch, I can not begin to tell you the number of times, all the ways, or places I’ve been helplessly bound, teased, tormented, punished, tortured, spanked, given forced orgasms, etc.
Here’s Just a few places: Inside, outside, in a tent, to a tree, in a car, in the trunk of the car. Actually driven to a Walmart parking lot during the day. Listening to people walking by. In a box that’s in a storage area that’s in the back of a closet, hidden away. GOD! Just made myself so fucking wet!
I can tell you, after all of those times, I never once played games of Forniphilia. Never directly requested being kept and used as a piece of furniture, but, I somehow feel it would actually excite the hell out of me.
Why? Why would it? And, why to I feel that way. Its the being ignored part, that makes me wet as fuck. I know, that may seem odd, but here’s how I know.
Often, my partner will bind me in a chair. I’m gagged with my favorite mini panel style gag, with a medium leather insert. Not too large to choke me, yet big enough to help keep me quieter. We have an collection of two dozen, two inch wide, heavy black leather straps. These have holes the whole length; so can go as small as you want.
The tightness in so many places is mentally amazing. Here’s what makes me go sexually insane. Once in a chair, in the middle of our great room, helpless and gagged, my partner will just watch TV, completely ignoring the hot, wet and struggling body of her lover!
How the fuck she does it, I have no idea! She’ll get up, walk right past me, without a glance in my direction. The more she ignores me, the more I need her attention! I CRAVE IT! I NEED IT! I FUCKING WANT IT MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD!
When she’s starting to get ready for bed, I struggle harder! She walks past me to put away her dish and glass, I breathe harder! I grunt! I mumble! She keeps doing her stuff, ignoring me!
Announcing to our dogs, “Last time out!”
OH GOD! She’s not going to leave me? Is she? I NEED TO CUM!!!! She can’t leave me! I go into full fight and struggle mode. She continues to act like I’m not even there!
OH MY GOD! PLEASE! Touch me! Anything! Dogs are done. Kitchen and outside lights are going off! Even our Dogs have seen this happen so many times before, that they’re ignoring me. So what if I’m to be left alone and helpless as the three of them head to bed!
Once everything else is done, she comes back, to finally acknowledge my existence. I stare into her eyes like a puppy dog, begging for her attention. Will I get it? Will she let me cum? Will she set me free? Or….
OH FUCK! She smiles, and holds up our timer locks! With the screen away from me, she sets the time. Is it ten minutes? An hour? All night? Tomorrow until Noon? She did that once. Holy fuck was I exhausted!
She adds these between my wrists, before removing the standard locks. Now, out comes our two electro-stim units, with sixteen total pads to be placed on my helpless flesh! Normally these are put on before all the straps. But she will find a way to get them tucked into all the best places.
I am helpless to stop her! Being honest, even if I wasn’t tied at all, I would allow her to do with me as she pleases. It is my night to Bottom, and she is my Top.
The timer locks can go anywhere from 1 minute to 99 hours. There are regular locks on my wrist straps, so can always manually free me, even if there’s time left to countdown.
Sometimes she’ll comment, “What was the longest we’ve done so far?” or other phrases to fuck my mind before fucking my body. She smirks as the last of the pads are placed.
Our stim units max out at 90 minutes, so I know my body will be getting random electric shocks for at least that long. She’s come back to reset them, and increase the max pain levels many times before, so I’m expecting this will only be round one.
“What’s the highest level we’ve set these at, Slave?”
She knows! She fucking knows! But will right now or tomorrow morning be the time she finally goes even higher? She fucks with setting the levels, without allowing me to know, but doesn’t start my torture yet.
Every part of my body is shaking, shuddering, chilled from my sweat, affected by the breezes caused from even the smallest of moves she makes. She slides her fingers across the drenched crotch of my black silk panties, causing me to jerk wildly!
“Too bad, but that’s just gonna have to wait.”
At this moment, I both love and hate her more than ever! I grunt and struggle, struggle and grunt!
“Z, haven’t you learned yet? There’s no getting loose, until I decide. Here’s a hint… it won’t be until sometime… tomorrow.”
With that, she slides the leather padded blindfold into place. No heavy leather straps or buckles needed. This one is very comfortable, and held on with a wide elastic band, around the back of my head. She puts in earplugs, kisses my forehead, and pulls the spandex hood over my head. This helps keep the earplugs in. In addition, it takes care of any last bits of light, that sneak in on the sides.
I know at this point, it’s only seconds, but it feels like forever, between the hood and the start of the electric shocks attacking my thighs, ass, stomach, breasts and more. As I fight, what I can’t stop, she leaves to get a great nights sleep… as far as I know…
Maybe she’s in the room with me? Watching me? Masturbating to me as I struggle and moan? Or, maybe I’m totally alone? Bound helpless for however many hours she’s decided? Not knowing adds to an experience and torture I want to stop, while also wish it goes on forever!
My sweat covered body, and juices drenching my panties and chair, help the tingles of electricity to travel further and deeper inside of me. The random patterns and styles of shocks, are each very different. Most would never believe how different each style of stimulation can be, unless you’ve tried it.
The only point of reference I have time wise, is when the shocks finally stop. It’s one and a half hours after the time she blindfolded and hooded me. Now, I go into having no clue of when it is? Was that another five minutes, or was it just an hour?
Is she still in the room? Or is she sound asleep? OH MY GOD! My mind is reeling! And the shocks just started up again! That bitch! Fuck, I love that bitch! Now did she go to sleep? I can’t tell. The only thing I can tell, is these shocks are just a little more painful than before.
My hood and blindfold comes off, shocking me awake. The sunlight hits me as she opens the blinds, before she runs the dogs out for their morning trip. Back upstairs; she heads into the kitchen, to start making her smoothie. Other than yanking off my hood and blindfold, as if it’s just another step like opening the blinds, she’s ignoring my helpless plight.
As much as I love her attention and touch, it’s once again this complete process of acting as if I don’t exist, that makes me the wettest. Treating me as if, I’m just another piece of furniture, only there if I’m needed. Helplessly bound and ignored, as she goes about her day.
The blender stops, and the dogs are playing, continuing to ignore me even better than her. My locks haven’t released yet, and I still haven’t a clue, of exactly when they will. My body is sore and tired. My panties are cold and wet, but I’m guessing will soon be hot and wet, once again.
Putting down her smoothie, she casually stops by, to increase my electro-stim level one more notch, before setting it to another ninety minutes of random torture. Sitting back on the couch, she flips back on the TV, to flip through endless you-tube videos as I struggle away, ignored. My God! She’s Good!
Zote to Partner: I’m ready to try Forniphilia at your skilled hands. You now officially know what parts of your torturous games make me the wettest. Although, I’m quite certain, you’ve always known.
Love, Z
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