Unsettling Afternoons
An Unusual Afternoon
Note from the Author:
This story was initially written to go with some amazing pictures supplied to me by dirtywifeannu. They were leftover from another project of hers, and creating a tale around the pictures was a fun challenge rather than the other way around.
Please remember, reader, that what happens in this story should only be considered a fantasy. As a precaution, never attempt what Krish does in this story and leave your partner unattended while tied up, especially if they're gagged. This is not how proper BDSM practices should be conducted.
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To begin, let me make it clear that I'm a confirmed sub. My journey into this lifestyle began during my budding romance with Krish, and it wasn't long before I discovered a hidden love for finding pleasure in kinky activities during our intimate moments. While I'm not fond of excessive pain, I enjoy tone-controlled kinks. I adore being restrained in unexpected positions and ravished passionately. Furthermore, I'm turned on by the feeling of helplessness that comes with being tied up and subsequently ravished.
I'm also partial to edging, but only in small doses. I enjoy the sensation of restraint when it comes to achieving an orgasm.
Now, I'd like to share an experience we had on a Saturday afternoon. We don't delve into wild and kinky sexual escapades regularly. Instead, we often engage in regular, penetrative sex, which is incredibly fulfilling and then close our eyes for a well-deserved rest. But when circumstances allow it, we choose to expand our sexual horizons.
On the fated Saturday, we've already finished lunch. I was putting the leftovers away when I heard Krish call out my name from the living room. Upon entering the room, I saw him, holding a phone in one hand and a carry-on bag in another. This signified an experience we were about to indulge in was in the works. By this point, my pussy became wet, my nipples hardened, and I eagerly anticipated what was about to follow.
"Undress for me, Aarya. Slowly."
This was no uncommon start to a Saturday session. I started unbuttoning my blouse, taking my time, one button undone at a time. Once undone, I let the blouse slip down by itself. I loosened the buttons on my jeans, zipped them all the way open, and let them slide down my legs. The shoes were off, and these, too, joined the discarded clothing items.
My bra came off next; I slipped the straps off my shoulders without using my hands and then undid the clasp at the back. I held the bra in place to prolong the sensation, before letting it drop. Krish was captivated by my 34D breasts, complete with pinched peaks. He captured my body's beauty with his phone, knowing there would be more photographs to follow. Krish has always loved photographing me, regardless of what I'm wearing or whether I'm restrained in various positions or not. He has filled up the memory on his computer with countless images. As for me, I love his fondness of taking my image.
Krish then wrapped his arms around my chest, gripping my firm breasts in his palms. Raising my nipples gently with his thumb and index finger, I could feel the tiny pinch of pain associated with the act. This stinging sensation caused both my nipples to harden like two little obsidian pebbles. I then faced away from him, and he indicated for me to turn around. As I did so, he admired my tits and curvy ass from all angles.
I released my hands from behind my back to cover my ass, unveiling Krish's favorite body part. He grabbed a pair of metal handcuffs from the bag and cuffed my wrists. He made sure his fingers were between the cuffs and skin, decreasing the discomfort for my wrists; I dropped my arms, allowing him to see my ass more clearly. He sensed this and added more restraints to secure it.
Krish took a length of soft cotton rope and wrapped it loosely around my neck, knotting it to ensure it wouldn't slip and choke me. The remaining end of the rope was then tied to the handcuff chain, bringing my glittery falsies up to my lower back where they wouldn't ruin the view. A piece of light chain was looped around my neck, clipped in place, and connected to the scrollwork on the banister.
Picture removed: Aarya standing with her back turned, displaying her cuffed and roped wrists.
"Now I'll know exactly where you'll be when I come back," he said.
I tried to wriggle a bit to test the restraints, knowing full well that his words were true - I wasn't going anywhere.
"But Krish, you always said you wouldn't leave me alone when I'm tied up," I complained.
He showed no mercy. "Doesn't matter what you like or dislike. You're staying put until I say otherwise."
"But you promised you wouldn't do this again last time," I pleaded.
Krish just stared at me for a moment, then said, "You know your problem, Aarya? You talk too much."
He pulled out a wide strip of gauze from his bag. I thought he would just wrap it around my mouth, but instead, he scooped up the panties I had tossed to the floor earlier. He shoved them into my mouth, carefully arranging them so none of them was visible, and secured the gauze over it as a gag. The cloth alone wouldn't silence me, but with the panties underneath, it proved to be very effective. I tried to speak, but all that came out was a muffled "Mmphhrrrrgg."
Next, Krish brought out a large butt-plug, the one with the sparkling blue crystal at the tip. After coating it with lube, he moved behind me. I spread my legs and shifted my weight slightly lower, allowing him to slide it in with more ease. There was a bit of pain when he reached the widest part of the flare, forcing it in with more force. I clenched my eyes in pain, blinking back the tears, knowing the pain would soon subside once the plug found its proper position. That's how it played out. Once it passed the flare and reached the constricted part, it slid in without issue, bringing me to the brink of orgasm.
He pulled out a blindfold from the bag and draped it over my eyes. The blindfold intensified my feelings of helplessness and made me more sensitive to touch. I could feel Krish's fingers stroking my skin or his cock in my pussy, more so than when I was sighted.
With that, Krish wrenched my nipples and felt a sharp, burning pain shooting through them. He playfully twisted each of them several times, aware that they were both emitting aches.
Of course, the nipple clamps I had bought him were finally being used. We hadn't used them yet, but he must've found this was the perfect time.
The pain traveled through my nipples and straight to my pussy, causing waves of pleasure to course through my body. These clamps were definitely better than what Krish had previously used on me, which had left me with nasty burns.
Image removed: Aarya facing forward, naked, bound, gagged, and chained to the banister.
Yet, Krish wasn't done. Another sensation set in as he tugged on my nipples again. This time, it was the sensation of metal clamps being attached to my nipples.
"Here's a piss bucket if you need to pee," said Krish, putting down what sounded like a plastic container. "Hope you have a lovely evening."
Great. My orgasm was just around the corner, but there was nothing I could do to speed things up or increase the intensity. The butt-plug inside me hit my G-spot through the wall of my rectum, but not quite hard enough. I was so desperate to reach down, grip the plug, and use my body to pleasure myself, but the rope keeping my hands tied behind my back would strangle me if I tried.
I made the decision to test the extent of my range of motion. I moved my foot to the right, and my toe contacted the plastic urinal. This could potentially be useful at some point, indicating Krish's plan to leave for an extended period.
Moving my foot to the left, my toe touched the step at the bottom of the stairs. Furthermore, I noticed that Krish had purposely left some slack in the chain, allowing me to sit on the third stair should I become weary of standing.
As I mentioned previously, the discomfort in my nipples was subsiding as they went numb. In a prior encounter with Krish, I had observed him using a stud finder and a drill in the bedroom. He located a stud near the closet, drilled a hole, and produced a large hook, which he installed in the ceiling.
In anticipation of inquiring about the hook, I opened my mouth to ask, "Krish, what's that for?" However, I quickly closed my mouth, supposing I would soon discover more details about its purpose.
The next day, a Saturday, while preparing for lunch, I heard my name called from upstairs. Rising to address him, I found Krish packing his bags and holding his phone. No surprises, as he had prepared for this before.
Adopting our customary strip-tease ritual, I noticed that Krish requested me to interlock my hands in front of me. In a skilled manner, he securely tied them together, providing enough slack to prevent discomfort, yet not excessively tight enough to impede blood circulation or pose potential harm.
Guiding me towards the ring hanging from the ceiling, he simply pulled my wrists above my head and fastened the ends of the rope to the ring, rendering me immobile.
From the bag, he produced a pair of binder clips, and I apprehended what their purpose would be. "Fuck, Krish! No! Those things are meant for binding stacks of paper! Don't put them on my nipples!" Disregarding my objections, Krish gleefully pinched the clips open and attached them to each nipple, inflicting immense pain that spread like wildfire across my chest. I begged for their removal, but he just toyed with them, worsening my predicament.
[Photo removed: Krish standing behind me, reaching around to flick the binder clips on my nipples.]
In place of a blindfold, Krish removed a bondage hood. He placed it over my head but didn't fully lower it—yet. He then began wrapping rope around my thighs, then my knees. Surprisingly, it felt uncharacteristically loose. I would soon realize why.
He slid a vibrator between my legs and pressed the bulbous tip onto my clitoris. He tied ropes around my legs, securing it tightly in place, bracing the vibrator against my body.
[Photo removed: Closeup of the vibrator secured between Aarya's bound legs and on her clitoris.]
And then he turned it on.
My incapacitated position and the pain in my nipples amplified my arousal. The vibrator's stimulation on my clitoris was like a jolt of electricity between my legs. I uttered a euphoric yell. Opting to adapt to the sensations instead of struggling against them, I attempted to relax and let the vibrator guide me to ecstasy.
Krish lowered the hood down over my face. Although I could breathe easily through the fabric, it created a highly claustrophobic sensation. Combined with the vibrator on my clitoris and the clamps on my nipples, it induced an instant orgasm that shook me violently. I moaned passionately behind the hood.
"Alright, Aarya. I think you're adequately prepared for your afternoon bondage scenario. I'll join you soon."
"No Krish, you jerk! Stop leaving me like this," I exclaimed as I tried to escape my predicament, but it only resulted in my breasts jiggling, causing the clips to bite harder.
"Sorry. Gotta go." The bedroom door clicked shut as he left.
(Photo removed: Aarya standing alone, hooded, wrists bound overhead, nipple-clamped and vibed.)
Unlike my current situation, bound to the banister by my neck, in my previous vibe bondage, I didn't endure edging, but relentless orgasms. I adore orgasms, more of them, the better. But to be forced into them repeatedly is grueling. By the time Krish returned an hour or so later, I had collapsed in a heap, drenched in sweat, my breasts pressed against each other, nipple clamps digging into my flesh, and my pussy oozing with juices. My knees wobbled uncontrollably. Not only could I no longer feel my breasts, but I also couldn't walk.
So I tried to remain positive, believing in the imminent release, as I stood chained to the banister. At least the pain in my nipples wasn't unbearable, but merely intense. Though the intermittent teasing was aggravating, I anticipated the reward waiting for me when Krish returned.
Unable to see the clock, I could only listen for the chimes coming from the other room. One hour passed, followed by another. I discovered that if I rocked my hips, I could move the plug in my ass slightly. It was not enough to bring me to orgasm, but it helped pass the time. My nipples lost all sensation, becoming numb. Once the saliva soaked the cleave gag, drool began spilling around it.
"Where the hell are you, Krish?" I screamed.
Moments later, he entered the room. Untying the sodden cleave gag, followed by the panties, allowed me to speak again.
"Why, if you must know, I went to a football match with my friends. It was a shit match, we lost 3-Nil. But I had fun detailing what was waiting for me at home to my buddies. They wanted to come home with me and witness it for themselves, but I wouldn't let them."
He approached me and fixed the nipple clamps, which had lost most of their effect.
"They must not be hurting you too much anymore. Let's take them off."
My nipples were numb before, but now I felt them burn as the blood returned to them. A piercing scream escaped my lips.
Krish detached the chain from the banister. "Come up, sweetheart. I spent the entire match fantasizing about your mouth and how it could please me."
He led me upstairs, handcuffing me to the banister. While still blindfolded, I could hear him undress. He guided me over to my knees, positioning himself in front of me. My lips encircled his cock, and in response, he captured the scene with his phone.
"You feel so good on my cock," his deep voice rumbled. "I bet you can deepthroat it."
Submitting to his request, I gave him a thorough, appreciative blow job, my throat massaging his member. In return, he gently inserted the camera into his hand.
"I prefer this, my love. Your mouth over soft panties any day."
After some time, he urged me to undo the cuffs, allowing me to breathe freely. "You'll be entirely at my service soon," he promised as he unzipped his pants.
I opened my mouth eagerly to feel his manhood in it once more. Swirling my tongue over his gloriously hard shaft, he bucked his hips with forceful strokes. Refusing to gag, I bobbed my head, experiencing sensations like I've never felt before. Gripping his thighs, I received his every inch as he pounded into me.
His cries told me he was close to climax. Releasing himself in my mouth, I swallowed every drop, lovingly massaging his balls with my tongue.
"Russel," he moaned. "That was... indescribable."
I removed the blindfold, my long hair surrounding Krish's head as I looked him in the eye. "That was the best." I whispered with a grin.
Clearly satisfied, he brushed a strand of hair from my face, tying my blond hair into a thick braid. The adoration in his eyes as he lovingly gazed at me made me weak in the knees. With a smile, he leaned in to kiss me. "Welcome home, my beautiful, submissive slut."
Abruptly he stepped back, unfastening the cuffs. "Let's change outfits. It'll be even better then."
(Photo removed: Aarya, posing willingly in her new ensemble, chained to the banister, staring longingly at Krish as he takes the photo.)
We've gained a lot of experience in this area. On occasions, during our initial days together, he became overzealous and shoved his penis down my throat until I had to nip him with my teeth to remind him not to choke me. This has not happened for a long time, though. Now, we've become a well-oiled face-fucking team, fulfilling our mutual desires.
Krish's breathing quickened, and it was evident that his climax was imminent. By keeping me captive all afternoon, he had been edging himself as much as he had been edging me, and now it was his turn for release. He began pushing in and out of my throat with such intensity that I had to focus on breathing between each thrust.
Ultimately, he made a long, contented groan, slightly retracted his penis, and ejaculated into my mouth. I sealed my lips around his penis to ensure I didn't miss a drop, and swallowed hard. Then, using my tongue, I cleaned the tip of his penis thoroughly to ensure I had extracted the last drops.
He slumped back onto the bed holding his moisture-coated penis. "Damn, Aarya. That wait was definitely worth it."
"Agreed," I replied.
"Alright," he said. "Acquire a position on the bed. Kneel and bow down."
I maneuvered my way up onto the bed, my cuffed hands still behind my back. I assumed the suggested spot, knees spread as far apart as I could manage. As I bow down, my face and breasts were pressed towards the mattress, my pussy was tantalizingly close to his face, and the plug, resembling a large blue eye, looked at him from my anus.
From experience, I knew he would detach the butt plug. I wondered what he would substitute. A finger? A tongue? Or possibly a cock? Krish has the extraordinary ability to achieve multiple climaxes. So I was taken aback when I felt a large toe replace the butt plug.
Let me clarify. I am obsessed with feet. In fact, I have a strong foot fetish. With his long, flexible toes and substantial gap between his first and second toes, Krish provides the perfect platform to nurture this obsession. He can use his feet as if they were hands, indulging me with an infinite range of sensations. He always maintains his nails in perfect condition, enabling him to touch sensitive areas without fear. The fact that the toe was replacing fingers amplified my arousal.
The toe slid within my buttocks and then circumvented my anus. Since the anal plug had expanded my sphincter, plus residual lubrication, it was not difficult for Krish to insert his toe. Compared to the seven-inch butt plug, Krish's toe could only delve about an inch or two, yet it was more stimulating.
Krish tenderly curled his toe and relaxed it, massaging my anus from the inside. With his other toes, he stretched my buttocks apart, infusing my buttocks with added sensations.
Then, the toe came out of my anus and proceeded to travel towards my vagina - or more accurately, from the stance in which I was situated, it was moving up towards my vagina. Krish squeezed the outer lip between his first and second toes, providing a pleasurable massage. Next, his toe thrust inside my vagina. Although it couldn't reach my G-spot, the massage felt divine. He repositioned his toe slightly further on my vagina to stimulate my clit.
Image removed:A close-up of Krish's toes rubbing Aarya's pussy-lips.
I knew he intended to rub my clit, but he didn't get the chance. As soon as he made contact, I experienced a convulsive climax. I emitted a scream, every fiber of my body wracked with pleasure as all the passion that had been pent-up for hours rushed out.
Krish took his foot from my body, allowing me to convulse for what seemed like hours, but likely was only a minute or two. When I fell onto the bed with my face and chest pushed into the mattress, he simply stated, "Wow, that was an amazing one."
"No doubt," I muttered, muffled by the bedding. "How on earth did I find someone capable of performing those extraordinary feats with only their toes?"
Krish gave me a brief reprieve, and then asked, "How about we spice things up a bit?"
"Your decision," I responded, still with my face pressed into the mattress.
First, he gently removed the butt plug that had been inserted into my back entrance moments earlier. The lubrication used made it incredibly easy for his hand to slide the toy back into its holder.
Next, he disconnected the rope that had been keeping the cuffs attached to the small of my back and around my neck. I rolled over onto my back, extending my limbs outward across the mattress, preparing for his next move.
His next action was to pull both of my wrists, one after the other, up above my head and secure them to the headboard of the bed. This positioned me with both of my arms outstretched. I pondered what he might have planned given his previous success from the back.
He lashed my left calf against my thigh with several loops of rope. He repeated this process with my right leg. He then positioned my feet together, soles touching, and bound them to one another. This separation of my muscles combined with the opportunity to gap open my crotch made it impossible for me to close my legs.
This was one of Krish's favorite scenes. To him, simply viewing my unguarded pussy from a front view presented great joy. He snapped pictures with his phone frequently, making it difficult for me to close my legs.
"Alright, Krish. Now that you've got me completely spread, let's put something inside of me," I asked.
"Hold your horses," he said, disappearing from the room for a moment before returning. Upon his return, he opened a drawer in the bathroom.
"Aarya, do you remember what I told you your greatest issue is?" He asked as he inserted a wadded up washcloth into my mouth. A strip of tape was then pulled from the roll and tightly wrapped around the cloth, cautioning me against making any noise.
I whined loudly and struggled against the ropes, though it was rather strenuous due to the ropes' tight binding on my limbs. "Come on, you jerk. You've treated me to one awe-inspiring toe-orgasm, but given my experiences over the course of the day, I truly believe I'm owed more."
He didn't respond, appearing to contemplate my words. After a moment, I heard him walk down the stairs and back up once more. Then I realized he had fetched the vibrator from the lower level. My relief was palpable, as it was precisely what I required. I felt the vibe land directly on my clitoris. Thank heavens, I thought, for finally receiving the satisfaction I've been missing all day.
However, moments later, I heard his footsteps receding down the stairs. Shit, I thought. Is this guy just going to leave me again? Unwilling to surrender to defeat, I bit down as hard as I could on the cloth in my mouth, and let out a muffled whimper.
He was back almost immediately, revealing that he'd only stepped away briefly. This time, he manipulated the vibrator in happier ways, leaving me with a heightened sense of anticipation for what would come next.
He pressed the vibrator tightly onto my clitoris, turning the setting up to the maximum level. Instantly, the simmering orgasm I'd been harboring escalated into a raging, full-blown climax. The intensity of this "express train" left me gasping and rearing up to the ropes tied around me. My entire body tensed as all of my past sexual hunger and denial merged into one mind-blowing orgasm. Reflexively, I tried to thrash my ass back against the butt-plug inside me, but the pain of my stretched back was too intense. Despite the tape muffling my voice, my silent scream echoed in the room.
Photo removed: A hand gripping a vibrator as it's applied to a clit
Upon achieving closure, I slumped back onto the bed, panting heavily. I felt the familiar sensation of a damp towel gently wiping between my legs. As much as I am not usually a "squirter", I must have expelled a considerable amount of liquid.
"You can sleep on this side of the bed tonight," Krish said as he continued cleaning me up.
Krish then removed the nipple clamps and the tape from my mouth. The removal of the clamps resulted in a burst of pain from the sudden flow of blood back into my sensitive nipples, and I winced. After ensuring the room was visually presentable, Krish started to undo the ropes around my arms and legs. He continued this until I was unbound, but he left the butt-plug in me. This was a welcome sensation, as I found the stretched feeling of my ass filled to be incredibly arousing.
"There's one more thing we should do to complete this experience," Krish stated.
"What are you thinking?" Although slightly apprehensive about what unusual kink he had in mind, I still felt a yearning for his kinks.
"A conventional, classic sexual act. You know, good old fashion fucking."
Feeling satiated by the previous vibration, my body still craved more sexual gratification. "Just how I suggested earlier, you putting your cock in my pussy would be such an amazing aftertaste to that vibrator."
"Alright. Get back on your knees, face down." I immediately complied. The deep penetration afforded by the doggy-style position was what I greatly enjoyed, and after the past hour of intense demands, the simplicity of his intentions appealed to me.
Krish knelt behind me on the bed and rubbed my pussy with his fingers, coating it in my personal lubricant. He then slipped two fingers into me effortlessly, pressed against my clitoris, and caressed my swollen labia. He also teased me by withdrawing his fingers and rubbing my clitoris with them. On occasion, he rocked the butt-plug within me, grinding my G-spot.
With my second orgasm imminently approaching, I warned him, "You better hurry up or I'll miss it!" Krish took heed, and effortlessly thrust his rock-hard cock deep inside me with each stroke. Feeling his hips press into me, I followed his lead, thrusting up and letting the butt-plug stimulate my G-spot in conjunction with his vigorous thrusts. My finger flicked relentlessly upon my clitoris.
Unable to contain the urge, I screamed out my impending orgasm. "Aaahhhh, fuuuuuuck! Yes, yes, yes!". My second orgasm charged through my body in seconds, the walls of my vagina tightening violently around his thrusting cock. Unable to resist, I began shrieking at the top of my lungs, uninhibited by the tape.
Since he had orgasmed just prior to this encounter, his second ejaculation produced a smaller measure of cum than usual, but the feeling of him filling me up added to all the sensations the butt-plug, the vibrator, and the multiple orgasms had given me. Krish then wiped me up once again, carefully and thoroughly.
He waited a moment, saying nothing as he knelt behind me. Suddenly, he pushed two objects inside me in quick succession, both solid and round. Then he placed something in my hand. "Stay still and don't move", he instructed. Neither my exhausted body nor my curious mind could wait to see what he had prepared for me. The subtle sounds of his movements and the internal pressure confirmed I could expect a kinky finale.
Looking at it, I saw it was a vibrant pink remote controller with a rotating knob. A pink cable connects it and goes into my vagina. Turning the knob a notch, I wasn't the least bit shocked as a gentle vibration started from the deepest section of my vagina.
(Image removed: Up-close view of the pussy from behind, revealing the sparkling anal plug and the cable disappearing between parted pussy lips.)
Rolling over onto my back, I tried various settings on the remote until I found the one that suited me best. Typically, I use a vibrator on my clitoris, which usually leads to massive, explosive orgasms. This softer vibration coming from deep within my body was bringing about something different, gradually inducing a series of small orgasms that were a relaxing conclusion to an afternoon of intense bondage action.
Lying next to me, Krish had one arm around me, and the other propping his head up as he passionately kissed, nibbled, and sucked my nipples. In between mini-orgasms, I glanced at him and smiled. "That's a great present, Krish. You always seem to know what will make me grin.
"I adore you, Aarya," he whispered tenderly.
"I love you too."