Commitment to a Common Cause
(I understand that some readers might not favor this type of content, but I'm all about it. If you're into self-torture and bondage, here's Part I. If you're into human toilet, here's Part II. Hopefully, both will satisfy you if they're your fetishes.
Part I
Miss inquired, "So, what do you feel like doing right now, Simone?"
We were technically dating, but once we entered the dungeon, we slipped into our dominant and submissive roles. I had arrived in a little black dress over a plain black bra and panty set, with my C-cup breast forms held securely by a flesh-colored sleep bra. My feet were adorned with simple ballet flats. When I smiled and said, "I'm not sure about 'the usual.'" Instead, "I'd like to experiment with some inescapable self-bondage and let you find me and release me if you want to. I've been thinking about this a lot recently, and I'd love your surprise."
She chuckled, "Alright, what else?"
"Well, there are those two things I've been longing for, but you continue to tease me."
Miss laughed, "Yes, I'm aware. One, let me french kiss you when you're in your submissive role, and the other... be my toilet paper."
I grinned, "Yes, those are the things."
"I've got an idea about the latter. I'll share it later."
My attempt at erection was futile, trapped in a new inversion chastity device. It had a metal ring surrounding my cocklet and a short rod secured to a metal plate with a ball on the end. Once the ring was secured, one simply pushed their cocklet up into their body, making the ball touch the plate, which was then mounted with a little wrench. Peeing was possible, but messy, and an erection was impossible as the cocklet would push deeper into my body. I'd never considered how I'd spurt with this device on.
She exited the room, saying, "All right, why don't you get ready for when I come back."
"Yes, Miss, sounds great."
Alone in the dungeon, I began assessing my surroundings. I decided the four-poster bondage bed was where I wanted to be. I had some self-torture items on hand and some restraints for my bondage. First, I removed my clothes and shoes, leaving the sleep bra on. Off to the bathroom I went to prepare as I wasn't sure how long I'd be confined.
When I returned, I donned the black rubber tights and opera gloves. I secured cuffs on each wrist and ankle, and fastened padlocks on each. The wrist cuffs had a circular metal plate on each D-ring. I inserted the remotely controlled butt plug into my bottom and switched it on, signaling that it was ready. I connected my phone to the app that controlled the device and sent a message to Miss. Soon, the invader began to buzz, and my distraction was set.
Next, I took the TENS unit pads, 12 sets in total. I applied two pads on either side of each nipple, right under the breast forms, attaching them to one lead and plugging it into the small electrical device. This was the setup for the breast stimulation. The second pair of sets were placed on either butt cheek, right next to the butt plug. These were also plugged into the TENS unit. I was midway!
The next two pairs of pads were placed on my left nut and high on my right inner thigh, and on my right nut and my left inner thigh, respectively, with the fourth pair on the left nut and left inner thigh. Finally, the rubber tights were pulled up to my waist.)
I swiftly located the bondage bodysuit before my courage diminished. It was a rubber leotard, complete with elbow-length sleeves and a high collar. I stepped into it, pulling it up my frame before slipping my arms into the sleeves, ensuring the material layered over the ends of my latex gloves. I fastened the leotard with a front zipper, initially removing and replacing the cables linking the TENS pads on the controller. I'd threaded them through the tiny hole beneath the zipper's base for this purpose. I fastened the zipper up to a spot just under my chin. I slipped on a rubber harness with a moderate-sized dildo affixed, securing it around my waist. This also concealed the wires stemming from the suit. I connected the controller to the harness's belt. I increased each TENS unit channel to 50% and pressed the pause button after a momentary startle.
Gathering the remaining items, I crossed over to the bed outfitted with rubber bedding. I secured each ankle to the footboard, adopting a wide-legged stance, seemingly compressing the rubber suit against the base of the butt plug. I grunted as Miss experimented with the intensity. I was aware that I was trapped and at her mercy, as all the locks I encountered were unlocked when I retrieved them and she had the keys.
I evaluated my reach to the fasteners at the headboard and recognized that I would be extended but not excessively. I fitted the last lock into a small outlet at the back of the leotard, which aligned with a corresponding hole on the hood. With a deep breath, I positioned the rubber hood onto my head, inserting the enclosed cock into my mouth. The exterior featured a longer fake cock. The pair included a breathing hole, which could also be used for feeding. The drape of the hood concealed my head -- my eyes, ears, nose, all veiled, reducing sight, sound, and smell. A D-ring capped the hood.
Searching the bed, I discovered the final lock, which sealed into a little opening at the back of the leotard. The hood overlapped the front of the leotard, appending to the zipper. Instruction was successful. I fastened the lock, causing my heart rate to spontaneously elevate. I lifted my left arm and felt the magnet adhere to the metal plate on the cuff, alleviating my last vestige of freedom. My entire body was ensconced in black rubber, a cock at my waist and an additional one at my mouth. My limbs had been tethered, spread-eagled on the bed, while my head was bound to the headboard. I writhed and thrashed in my confinement as the TENS pads cycled through various patterns. My caged sheath endeavored to expand, yet achieved no progress. I also perceived the vibration pattern of the plug changing and fluctuating, resembling someone manipulating me generally.
I awaited, immersed in stillness and obscurity. Lacking any auditory cues, I perceived no time. My connection to the world solely relied on my sense of touch due to my sensorial deprivation. My instincts, akin to a sixth sense, offered no assistance during my ordeal, torturing myself. As the specific pattern incorporating my cocklet and base of my spine approached a hazardous rhythm akin to orgasm, I quaked and strained in my ties. However, the pattern altered, often to something more unpleasant or even painful, reducing my sexual escalation.
After a protracted period, submerged in a subspace, I discerned weight on my right, on the bed; someone seemed to occupy that spot, lovingly caressing my head fixed in a rubber hood. Astonishingly, I sensed weight on the left side of the bed as well, signifying a second person! Weight settled on the bed between my legs. I convulsed and swirled in my restraints, unreachable, isolated from the world, unattainable at my present state, a human Sybian for Miss's amusement and, it seems, for the entertainment of some associates.
I felt the pressure of my weight bearing down on my legs and moving up my body, settling comfortably between my hips. Slowly, someone lowered themselves onto my waist, enveloping my cock completely. This caused the butt plug to press against my prostate, amping up the vibrations to an intense level. I noticed that the weight on either side of the bed had vanished, but I was now being held down by the pressure on either side of my head. While this was what I wanted, it was almost too intense for me to handle.
Unable to protest, I watched as someone descended onto the cock in my mouth, applying their weight to it. The sensation of them pressing the cock against the back of my throat made it difficult to breathe. Simultaneously, I could feel the TENS pads intensifying beyond just pleasure, becoming shockingly painful. The increased intensity of the vibrations forced my body to buck, transforming into a human Sybian. Then, the person on top of my head lifted away briefly, allowing me to take a breath before crushing down onto my face once more.
Despite my efforts to escape, I was repeatedly smothered, only to have the weight lifted and breathing resumed before they returned. After a few repetitions, the weight settled for an extended period, grinding their hips into the cocks in my mouth until they exploded, releasing their weight onto me.
To my surprise, the pleasure from this act did not end there. Another person took their place at my hips, causing them to orgasm as well. This continued, with various people using my body for sexual release, my head being slammed into the mattress whenever they descended upon my face. I was helpless, with each attack leaving me trembling and short of breath.
As my body lost count of the times it was used, the butt plug seemed to develop a more consistent pattern, now almost stroking my p-spot back and forth. I recognized this scheme as one designed to force me to orgasm. I had never experienced this with my chastity device on and feared it wouldn't be satisfying.
However, as Michael's fingers grinded into my hips and I was relentlessly pushed into my mouth by Michael's heavy body, my body began to rock uncontrollably. It seemed as if I were being used indefinitely, wavering between pleasure and pain. Miss also pushed into my mouth, taking my breath away with each thrust. Additionally, someone else tickled my feet while another sat on my chest. Each time the person on my head slammed down, I was granted a quick gasp of air before being smothered again.
Despite the incredible intensity, I reached my climax, my entire body jerking uncontrollably. Somehow, however, the onslaught of these sensations did not cease. At some point, replaced by Miss, someone ground hard into my hips. The person on my head managed to asphyxiate me twice before releasing me as the butt plug's vibrations became more consistent, now stroking me in a back and forth pattern.
Finally, I reached a heightened level of pleasure. Although I had not expected the experience to be satisfying, I was incredibly aroused. Then I noticed the TENS pads had been set to a clenching pattern, causing a sensory explosion. I could feel my nipples being pinched, my bottom being plunged by the plug, my nuts being squeezed, and my cocklet being stroked in a rhythmic fashion. Later, I learned that this was intentional; Miss and her friends wanted to force me to orgasm, confident in the belief that it would be beyond a ruined one, leaving me unsatisfied.
When the mechanical stimulation subsided, Miss whispered a quiet thank you to me, releasing me and pulling the hood off my head. Her touch was soothing, relieving the stress of my ordeal. Gently supporting me, she removed my leotard, tights, gloves, and Chastity device. The extra pounds of my body had rendered me a sheen of sweat, making it easier to remove the TENS pads. As she removed the last one, she took off my breasts, followed by my sleeping bra.
After showering for a considerable length of time, I dried off and slipped into the robe left for me. Any anger I had felt towards being manhandled had vanished, being replaced by a sense of gratitude for the encounter.
Miss helped me climb out of bed before leading me to the bathroom. As I bathed, I could only think of the experience she had subjected me to and how grateful I was. She stayed with me through my shower, held me in her embrace, and kissed my cheek as I succumbed to the afterglow of the experience and she thanked me for what I had done. As we prepared to separate, she unfastened my robe, revealing me standing nude, and led me out of the comfort of her bedroom.
Upon reentering the main dungeon, I noticed it had been thoroughly cleaned - a job I had to thank Miss for. She now sported a cute, strapless romper, appearing to be held up by her endearing bosom. Sitting comfortably on the couch, we reminisced about the intense experience I had just endured, munching on some fruit, cheese, crackers, and salami. When we had our fill, Miss inquired, "Simone, do you want to hear my proposal?"
"Yes, Miss. Please tell me."
"I'm going to give you two options. First, we can engage in some passionate intimacy while you're still in this submissive state. Or, alternatively, you can act as my toilet paper since I have to use the restroom soon. However, it's essential to note that, should you agree to the second choice, you won't be receiving a kiss from me afterward."
I took a brief moment to mull over my choices. Although Miss and I had engaged in various copulation activities, I had never tasted her anus, and I yearned to kiss her, so I was in a predicament. Our intimate moments included kissing and even sexual activities, yet I had never swallowed her nether juices. I squared my shoulders, staring deeply into Miss's eyes and chose the second option.
"I'd prefer to be your toilet paper, Miss."
Surprised yet unsurprised, Miss remarked, "Alright, you've definitely shown much dedication today after that intense experience, which, as you know, is typically beyond what I expect from you."
"You're right, Miss. While I loved that experience, I'm not sure I could repeat it. You have a unique ability to intensify moments to an unprecedented degree, which never ceases to astonish me."
"Marvelous. Let's get your breasts back in place. Fortunately, your nipples already feel better." Aiding me in repositioning the invented boobs, Miss folded the sleeping bra over my head. Leading me to the restroom, she instructed, "Keep your eyes shut." I complied as she brought her face near mine, whispering in my ear, "You were fabulous today, Simone. You really outdid yourself. You were incredibly dependent on me, showing remarkable trust in me. It's incredible."
She gently kissed me, stating, "I want to kiss you again for that display of unwavering loyalty." She pulled away, at which point her panties came into view. Pushing her legs apart, she ordered, "Suck my lips, Simone." Her scent was a mix of fragrant arousal and her intimate activities today. When she'd permitted enough liquid to flow into me, she announced, "Clean me, water fountain." Either through satisfaction or joking, she had chosen to call me a bidet.
She guided my face into her nether regions, where I tasted her with my tongue. I cleaned her swiftly, after which I helped her back into her romper and placed the robe over her shoulders. "Don't look until I tell you." She carefully washed her hands, turned to face me, and lifted the toilet lid. Sliding her legs backward, she lowered herself onto the porcelain, parting her legs and directing my face between them. "Keep your eyes open."
As Miss defecated, I could see the formation of stools. Despite being somewhat apprehensive, I appreciated the lack of a messy situation, with the pieces seemingly well-formed and relatively dry. Once she had finished peeing and defecating, she instructed, "Clean me, water fountain." I complied and wiped any stray residue from her lips and thighs before helping her off the toilet.
With the seat still elevated, she lifted her leg, drawing my face close enough that I could smell her breath. She then lowered the lid and commenced flushing, allowing her wastewater to touch my face. When she had completed her act, I kneeled and watched as she rubbed toilet paper against my wet face, feeding it to me so I could chew and swallow. "Chew and swallow that," she urged.
She stood still in front of me and gently pushed the top of my skull, as if activating a button. I hungrily licked up any lingering pee on her thighs, some of which had begun to trickle down her legs and around her private area. When she was satisfied, she moved me away from facing the toilet and turned around, widening her legs and utilizing her hands to spread her buttocks.
I took in the scene, inhaling her scent again, the musk and earthiness of it all. I was grateful that Miss enjoyed a hearty meal! I also searched for remnants of her recent manner of her bodily functions and indeed they were there, primarily fine specks, though one larger patch fairly like the bullseye on her crinkled anus. The initial bits tasted quite bland and slightly abrasive. I slowly moved from outside toward the bullseye until I was on target, eyes wide open and hitting it exactly. I licked to dislodge the small piece and swallowed it down. There were some specks remaining so I made my tongue stiff and pushed it into her as far as I could, smiling as I heard her gasp with contentment and press her bottom into me.
Pulling back, I inspected my work once more and when I was content, I crouched down in front of the vanity. Miss remained standing and dried off. She sat on my back, drying her hair and doing her straightforward makeup, the entire time, me pondering what I had ultimately done for her, a hint of the bitterness remaining on my tongue, almost a burning sensation. When she was done, she tapped me on the head and I rose to a kneeling position. "Stick out your tongue!" I obeyed and she examined it, saying, "Hmmmm, good job."
Holding my jaw, she stood up, urging me to rise with her. She pressed me against the wall and said, "Goddess, I don't know what it is that you do to me, but you take me places I would never go with anyone else. Guess what? I changed my mind once more!" She kissed me ardently, longer than before, pressing her body to mine and grinding against me. "Huh, not bad, like kissing someone with morning breath. Now, thoroughly brush your teeth and use the Listerine. Let's get you dressed and let's go out to dinner, Amanda and Simone, would you like that?"
She let go and we left the bathroom and back into the dungeon. I nodded my head and smiled, "Yes, Amanda, that would be delightful. Could I be so presumptuous as to ask if you'd like to stay at my place tonight? It is accessible."
She laughed, pointing to her small travel backpack. "If you hadn't suggested it, I was going to. Let's go, you horny vixen!" We walked hand in hand out of the dungeon and back to our somewhat routine lives.
Read also:
- Delighting in Chapter 2
- Struggling to Sleep, Part 2
- Strange and Wild Chapter 2: The High Priestess
- Anu's Merging: A Harmonized Combination
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