Chained to Overhead Basement Ceiling Beam (M/F, F/M)
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Chained to Overhead Basement Ceiling Beam (M/F, F/M)
This on and off bondage saga has been ongoing for probably 20 years. I met Tasha back in college, we hooked up a few times and had some bondage fun, but things REALLY got kinky when we reconnected about 10 years later. During that time, she had got married and was now recently divorced.
Tasha had found me on Facebook, and reached out to me. We were living a few hours apart now, so we kept close tabs on when either of us would be close so we could get together. She ended up being by me more often (I lived in a bigger metro area), so we had hooked up for some bondage fun at my place a few times. I had also driven down to her house for a few adventures as well (maybe those will make it on here one day).
It was on one of the trips to her place that I got to see her unfinished basement (framed in stud walls, exposed ceiling beams, etc.).
Looking at a few of the big structural support beams that spanned across the unfinished living room, I pointed out the fun we could have with those. Tasha was game for the idea and I told her I would 'pack accordingly' on my next trip down to see her.
The next few times we had sone bondage fun was up at my place, but the idea of doing something kinky with the ceiling beam in her basement remained a priority for my next trip to her place.
Finally, we were able to plan a day with me driving the three hours down to see her. All packed and ready for what would undoubtedly be a very kinky day, I hit the road early.
As she loved to do, Tasha kept me “entertained” on the drive by sending pics.
Her first pic was of the overhead basement ceiling beam with the message, “I can’t wait!”
She had also sent one of a wood TV tray in the middle of the room below the beam with a pair of handcuffs, a sleep mask, her red ball gag and pair of black thigh high stockings sitting on it, “All ready to go here!”
It was a little while later, Tasha sent a pic of her legs in the bathtub, “Nice and smooth for our fun… ALL over.”
Whenever we would get together, Tasha liked to start our fun by surprising me with whatever she was wearing for me. She knew what turned me on and used it to her advantage! At times she would answer the door wearing something sexy. Other times, she would invite me in, blindfold me and do a quick tying job on me and leave me to try and get loose while she went to quickly change and return to reveal her outfit for me.
Tasha’s next picture was of her dresser drawer containing her assorted hosiery collection. “See anything you like?” she asked.
Before I could reply, another pic arrived… Tasha’s sexy legs in a pair of sheer black pantyhose outstretched on the bed.
Then came another with her wearing black fishnets, then a pair of tan pantyhose. “Not sure which will go best with my outfit??”
“Which outfit?” I asked, knowing there was no way she would tell me. She loved teasing me and making me wait to find out to tell me now.
“You’ll see.” was her reply.
Next came a photo of her ankles tied side-by-side in the tan pantyhose with one of our many braided white nylon 1/4 inch ropes wrapped snugly around them and cinched / knotted between them, “I’m excited to play! Hurry up and get here.”
She then sent a few short videos of her feet squirming in the ropes. She knew how to get me all worked up by time I got there!
We had decided that I should let myself in, set up the chain over the beam in the basement, and then I was suppose to cuff and blindfold myself so she could reveal her outfit.
I figured that was more than fair, considering that on my last trip to see her, Tasha was standing right in front of me when I opened the door in only a white lace bra and pair of matching panties with sheer white lace top thigh high stockings. Her back was against the posts from the railing leading upstairs. Tasha’s wrists were handcuffed behind her back around one of the heavy wood posts supporting the railing. Her red ball gag was buckled tightly in place and her ankles were crossed and tied with a piece of red nylon rope, the ends of it tied around the base of the post. Now that was a surprise!!
When I arrived, Tasha text me, “Go get set up, I’m all ready!”
I headed inside, bringing the (heavy) backpack of toys with me.
It didn’t take long to stand on a chair to loop the chain over and around the heavy ceiling beam, then lock it in place around it with a heavy padlock. The stainless steel chain now hanging all the way to the floor with a few feet to spare.
I placed a few of the padlocks on the TV tray that Tasha had set up and picked up the pair of handcuffs. I decided to lock my hands in front of me, set the double locks, then put on the sleep mask and used the black thigh high stockings to tie over the sleep mask, holding it in place. I felt around on the TV tray and found one of the padlocks, looped it through the chain of the cuffs, then extended my arms above my head, locking the padlock through a link of the chain. My hands were now STUCK!
I gave a yell, telling Tasha I was ready. It was only a few seconds later that I heard her coming down the wood stairs to the basement, what I presumed to be her heels making a distinctive sound on each step.
The sound of her heels clicking on the concrete floor came closer as Tasha walked completely around me twice, stopping behind me. Not saying a word, I felt her wrap the end of the chain in a loop around each of my ankles, then thread a padlock through the chains, and secure the loops around my ankles, leaving me only a few inches between my feet.
Walking around in front of me, she untied the thigh highs covering the sleep mask, “Close your eyes.” She instructed. I complied with her request as she removed the sleep mask.
Unzipping my pants, she reached in and pulled my cock out, “I want to watch you get hard.” she told me, her hands rubbing along my shaft. After a minute, she stopped, took a few steps back, “You can open your eyes now…”.
More to follow….
Tasha had found me on Facebook, and reached out to me. We were living a few hours apart now, so we kept close tabs on when either of us would be close so we could get together. She ended up being by me more often (I lived in a bigger metro area), so we had hooked up for some bondage fun at my place a few times. I had also driven down to her house for a few adventures as well (maybe those will make it on here one day).
It was on one of the trips to her place that I got to see her unfinished basement (framed in stud walls, exposed ceiling beams, etc.).
Looking at a few of the big structural support beams that spanned across the unfinished living room, I pointed out the fun we could have with those. Tasha was game for the idea and I told her I would 'pack accordingly' on my next trip down to see her.
The next few times we had sone bondage fun was up at my place, but the idea of doing something kinky with the ceiling beam in her basement remained a priority for my next trip to her place.
Finally, we were able to plan a day with me driving the three hours down to see her. All packed and ready for what would undoubtedly be a very kinky day, I hit the road early.
As she loved to do, Tasha kept me “entertained” on the drive by sending pics.
Her first pic was of the overhead basement ceiling beam with the message, “I can’t wait!”
She had also sent one of a wood TV tray in the middle of the room below the beam with a pair of handcuffs, a sleep mask, her red ball gag and pair of black thigh high stockings sitting on it, “All ready to go here!”
It was a little while later, Tasha sent a pic of her legs in the bathtub, “Nice and smooth for our fun… ALL over.”
Whenever we would get together, Tasha liked to start our fun by surprising me with whatever she was wearing for me. She knew what turned me on and used it to her advantage! At times she would answer the door wearing something sexy. Other times, she would invite me in, blindfold me and do a quick tying job on me and leave me to try and get loose while she went to quickly change and return to reveal her outfit for me.
Tasha’s next picture was of her dresser drawer containing her assorted hosiery collection. “See anything you like?” she asked.
Before I could reply, another pic arrived… Tasha’s sexy legs in a pair of sheer black pantyhose outstretched on the bed.
Then came another with her wearing black fishnets, then a pair of tan pantyhose. “Not sure which will go best with my outfit??”
“Which outfit?” I asked, knowing there was no way she would tell me. She loved teasing me and making me wait to find out to tell me now.
“You’ll see.” was her reply.
Next came a photo of her ankles tied side-by-side in the tan pantyhose with one of our many braided white nylon 1/4 inch ropes wrapped snugly around them and cinched / knotted between them, “I’m excited to play! Hurry up and get here.”
She then sent a few short videos of her feet squirming in the ropes. She knew how to get me all worked up by time I got there!
We had decided that I should let myself in, set up the chain over the beam in the basement, and then I was suppose to cuff and blindfold myself so she could reveal her outfit.
I figured that was more than fair, considering that on my last trip to see her, Tasha was standing right in front of me when I opened the door in only a white lace bra and pair of matching panties with sheer white lace top thigh high stockings. Her back was against the posts from the railing leading upstairs. Tasha’s wrists were handcuffed behind her back around one of the heavy wood posts supporting the railing. Her red ball gag was buckled tightly in place and her ankles were crossed and tied with a piece of red nylon rope, the ends of it tied around the base of the post. Now that was a surprise!!
When I arrived, Tasha text me, “Go get set up, I’m all ready!”
I headed inside, bringing the (heavy) backpack of toys with me.
It didn’t take long to stand on a chair to loop the chain over and around the heavy ceiling beam, then lock it in place around it with a heavy padlock. The stainless steel chain now hanging all the way to the floor with a few feet to spare.
I placed a few of the padlocks on the TV tray that Tasha had set up and picked up the pair of handcuffs. I decided to lock my hands in front of me, set the double locks, then put on the sleep mask and used the black thigh high stockings to tie over the sleep mask, holding it in place. I felt around on the TV tray and found one of the padlocks, looped it through the chain of the cuffs, then extended my arms above my head, locking the padlock through a link of the chain. My hands were now STUCK!
I gave a yell, telling Tasha I was ready. It was only a few seconds later that I heard her coming down the wood stairs to the basement, what I presumed to be her heels making a distinctive sound on each step.
The sound of her heels clicking on the concrete floor came closer as Tasha walked completely around me twice, stopping behind me. Not saying a word, I felt her wrap the end of the chain in a loop around each of my ankles, then thread a padlock through the chains, and secure the loops around my ankles, leaving me only a few inches between my feet.
Walking around in front of me, she untied the thigh highs covering the sleep mask, “Close your eyes.” She instructed. I complied with her request as she removed the sleep mask.
Unzipping my pants, she reached in and pulled my cock out, “I want to watch you get hard.” she told me, her hands rubbing along my shaft. After a minute, she stopped, took a few steps back, “You can open your eyes now…”.
More to follow….
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Not too long, working on more now.
This started as a discussion elsewhere on here about being chained to a wall, so I decided to write this one up.
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I anxiously opened my eyes…
Tasha was standing about six feet in front of me, giving me a perfect view as I eyed her over from head to toe.
Damn she looked great! Tasha was wearing her Halloween “Naughty Police Girl” costume.
“I figured this would be appropriate with the chains and cuffs today.” she said with a grin.
Tasha was 5’5”, probably 125, in shape, with blond hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a tight fitting Police style shirt with patches and fake badge sewn on it, unbuttoned enough to reveal her black bra and cleavage. The bottom of the shirt was tied, exposing her belly.
The costume had a short dark navy blue pleated skirt (sort of the traditional school girl skirt look to it). As with most (good) Halloween costumes, the skirt was SHORT, barely covering her ass. Under the skirt was a pair of sheer navy blue pantyhose. To finish the outfit, Tasha was wearing a pair of black high heels.
Tasha dug through my backpack, finding my handcuffs and another padlock. She slowly cuffed her wrists in front, set the double locks on them, then tucked the key inside her bra “for safe keeping.”
“DO NOT drop this!” She said as she placed the padlock key in my hand.
Tasha stepped closer, standing face-to-face with me, and gave me a quick kiss, then extended her cuffed hands above her head. Looping the padlock around the cuff chain, she locked it through a link in the chain as high up as she could reach. With a naughty grin, she locked the padlock and started to kiss me.
We made out and enjoyed rubbing our bodies against each other for a while before I unlocked my cuffed hands from the chain. Tasha smiled, knowing my hands wound be all over her as soon as I freed myself.
As I reached down to unlock my ankles, Tasha slipped off one of her heels and did her best with her foot to interfere with me unlocking them.
Despite her playfully distractive efforts, I released my ankles and proceeded to remove her other heel. Tasha hadn’t taken this into account when she locked her cuffed hands to the chain, now standing there in her pantyhose covered feet on the cool concrete floor, she was FULLY outstretched, just barely able to let her heels reach the floor. It seemed a bit of a surprise for her, but she was loving it.
I ran the chain along Tasha’s body behind her back. looped it around her waist, locked it behind her, then let it run to her ankles where I made two loops around each ankle and was just barely able to lock everything between her ankles. From her smile as she watched, I knew Tasha was loving how kinky this was compared to just tying her up.
Now that she was unquestionably stuck, my cuffed hands groped her breasts, reaching into her bra for the cuff key. Tasha watched in mock protest, rattling helplessly in the chains, as I unlocked the cuffs, letting them and the key fall to the floor.
“Now who’s stuck cop?? I told you I would escape! You’re my prisoner! Now to have some fun with you.”
I took the sleep mask and placed it on Tasha as I left her to struggle in the chains and cuffs as I grabbed my duffel bag and went to change out of sight. I returned wearing a blaze orange t-shirt and pair of blaze orange boxer briefs and removed her sleep mask.
Tasha had a huge smile seeing the we had both had the same thoughts, seeming to like my “prisoner” role. I had suspected she might go with her costume and had been right.
“You’ll never get away! You’re my prisoner.” She played along.
“Quiet Cop!” I replied. “You’re the prisoner now!”
I took one of the black thigh stockings and wrapped it twice around Tasha’s head, through her mouth, pulling it snug and knotting it behind her head. I did the sane with the second stocking. Tasha struggled playfully in the chains and cuffs as I gaged her, making muffled cries for help or threatening me that she would get free and lock me back up again.
“Let’s make sure you don’t have any other keys hidden on you.” I said as I moved behind her.
My hands reached around her, squeezing and searching under her shirt and bra for keys. Tasha protested through her gag at how much effort I made searching her chest, both of us knowing how much she was really enjoying my hands groping and fondling her breasts.
Next, I searched the waist of her skirt, then slipped my hands up under it, rubbing down each silky leg from her ass to her chained feet.
“Good, no more cuff keys. Now where are the door keys so I can escape?” I demanded.
“You’ll NEVER find them and you will never make me tell you, no matter what you do to me.”
“We’ll see about that!” I said as I rubbed my hand up her inner thigh, my finger tips beginning to rub and tease her through the sheer pantyhose.
Tasha moaned softly through the gag, “You’ll have to do A LOT more than that before I ever give up the keys!”
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
I planted three firm slaps on Tasha’s ass.
She looked up at me, defiantly telling me, “You’re still my prisoner!”
I proceeded to give her another slap on her ass, then resumed slowly tormenting her. The more my fingers rubbed, the more she squirmed in the chains and cuffs, “I’ll never tell you!” she asserted as she squirmed even more in the chains.
“You’ll tell me…” I told her as I picked up a small vibrator from my bag.
Tasha’s eyes widened as I held it up. I lifted her skirt and pulled her pantyhose down enough to place the vibe in them, then pulled them back up.
“You can’t do this!” she playfully protested through the gag.
“You’re in no position to make demands! Now, where are the keys?”
“I’ll never tell you.” she replied.
“Yes, you will.” I replied as I pressed the button on the end of the toy. It immediately sprang to life, buzzing furiously inside Tasha’s pantyhose. “We’ll just see home many times our little friend here has to get you off before you start talking.”
Tasha immediately began to squirm as the little toy drove her crazy. Both of us knew that at this point in our fun, I was going to force her to get off again and again until she gave in.
“Don’t go anywhere, I need to get the rest of my plan in order…”
Tasha was standing about six feet in front of me, giving me a perfect view as I eyed her over from head to toe.
Damn she looked great! Tasha was wearing her Halloween “Naughty Police Girl” costume.
“I figured this would be appropriate with the chains and cuffs today.” she said with a grin.
Tasha was 5’5”, probably 125, in shape, with blond hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a tight fitting Police style shirt with patches and fake badge sewn on it, unbuttoned enough to reveal her black bra and cleavage. The bottom of the shirt was tied, exposing her belly.
The costume had a short dark navy blue pleated skirt (sort of the traditional school girl skirt look to it). As with most (good) Halloween costumes, the skirt was SHORT, barely covering her ass. Under the skirt was a pair of sheer navy blue pantyhose. To finish the outfit, Tasha was wearing a pair of black high heels.
Tasha dug through my backpack, finding my handcuffs and another padlock. She slowly cuffed her wrists in front, set the double locks on them, then tucked the key inside her bra “for safe keeping.”
“DO NOT drop this!” She said as she placed the padlock key in my hand.
Tasha stepped closer, standing face-to-face with me, and gave me a quick kiss, then extended her cuffed hands above her head. Looping the padlock around the cuff chain, she locked it through a link in the chain as high up as she could reach. With a naughty grin, she locked the padlock and started to kiss me.
We made out and enjoyed rubbing our bodies against each other for a while before I unlocked my cuffed hands from the chain. Tasha smiled, knowing my hands wound be all over her as soon as I freed myself.
As I reached down to unlock my ankles, Tasha slipped off one of her heels and did her best with her foot to interfere with me unlocking them.
Despite her playfully distractive efforts, I released my ankles and proceeded to remove her other heel. Tasha hadn’t taken this into account when she locked her cuffed hands to the chain, now standing there in her pantyhose covered feet on the cool concrete floor, she was FULLY outstretched, just barely able to let her heels reach the floor. It seemed a bit of a surprise for her, but she was loving it.
I ran the chain along Tasha’s body behind her back. looped it around her waist, locked it behind her, then let it run to her ankles where I made two loops around each ankle and was just barely able to lock everything between her ankles. From her smile as she watched, I knew Tasha was loving how kinky this was compared to just tying her up.
Now that she was unquestionably stuck, my cuffed hands groped her breasts, reaching into her bra for the cuff key. Tasha watched in mock protest, rattling helplessly in the chains, as I unlocked the cuffs, letting them and the key fall to the floor.
“Now who’s stuck cop?? I told you I would escape! You’re my prisoner! Now to have some fun with you.”
I took the sleep mask and placed it on Tasha as I left her to struggle in the chains and cuffs as I grabbed my duffel bag and went to change out of sight. I returned wearing a blaze orange t-shirt and pair of blaze orange boxer briefs and removed her sleep mask.
Tasha had a huge smile seeing the we had both had the same thoughts, seeming to like my “prisoner” role. I had suspected she might go with her costume and had been right.
“You’ll never get away! You’re my prisoner.” She played along.
“Quiet Cop!” I replied. “You’re the prisoner now!”
I took one of the black thigh stockings and wrapped it twice around Tasha’s head, through her mouth, pulling it snug and knotting it behind her head. I did the sane with the second stocking. Tasha struggled playfully in the chains and cuffs as I gaged her, making muffled cries for help or threatening me that she would get free and lock me back up again.
“Let’s make sure you don’t have any other keys hidden on you.” I said as I moved behind her.
My hands reached around her, squeezing and searching under her shirt and bra for keys. Tasha protested through her gag at how much effort I made searching her chest, both of us knowing how much she was really enjoying my hands groping and fondling her breasts.
Next, I searched the waist of her skirt, then slipped my hands up under it, rubbing down each silky leg from her ass to her chained feet.
“Good, no more cuff keys. Now where are the door keys so I can escape?” I demanded.
“You’ll NEVER find them and you will never make me tell you, no matter what you do to me.”
“We’ll see about that!” I said as I rubbed my hand up her inner thigh, my finger tips beginning to rub and tease her through the sheer pantyhose.
Tasha moaned softly through the gag, “You’ll have to do A LOT more than that before I ever give up the keys!”
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
I planted three firm slaps on Tasha’s ass.
She looked up at me, defiantly telling me, “You’re still my prisoner!”
I proceeded to give her another slap on her ass, then resumed slowly tormenting her. The more my fingers rubbed, the more she squirmed in the chains and cuffs, “I’ll never tell you!” she asserted as she squirmed even more in the chains.
“You’ll tell me…” I told her as I picked up a small vibrator from my bag.
Tasha’s eyes widened as I held it up. I lifted her skirt and pulled her pantyhose down enough to place the vibe in them, then pulled them back up.
“You can’t do this!” she playfully protested through the gag.
“You’re in no position to make demands! Now, where are the keys?”
“I’ll never tell you.” she replied.
“Yes, you will.” I replied as I pressed the button on the end of the toy. It immediately sprang to life, buzzing furiously inside Tasha’s pantyhose. “We’ll just see home many times our little friend here has to get you off before you start talking.”
Tasha immediately began to squirm as the little toy drove her crazy. Both of us knew that at this point in our fun, I was going to force her to get off again and again until she gave in.
“Don’t go anywhere, I need to get the rest of my plan in order…”
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Great chapter. Loved the 'Do not drop the key.' Wondered what would have happened if they had 'lost the key' (yeah, pun intended)? ![Laughing :lol:](./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif)
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Part 3…
As Tasha squirmed helplessly in the chains and cuffs, the little bullet vibe buzzing away in her pantyhose, I went up to her room. To my surprise the, few things I had gone up in search of were neatly sitting on her dresser! Great minds think alike I guess. She must have had the sane idea as me…
I grabbed the items and headed back to the basement, concealing the items in my bag for now.
“Well? Did your little toy get you off yet?” I asked.
“NO! Sooooooo close!!” Tasha replied through her gag.
“Good.” i answered.
“WHAT??” she exclaimed.
I stood behind Tasha, lifting her little skirt and pulling her pantyhose down her thighs, she moaned “OH God, YES!!” into the gag.
“I’ve been locked up a long time… I’m going to enjoy this!”
Tasha tried not to laugh at my bad porn movie sounding dialogue, and instead screamed with erotic pleasure into the gag as I slide my hard cock deep into her. I held her hips as I gave it to her hard and fast from behind. Tasha strained to both balance and also to push back against me with each thrust of my cock. It only took a few minutes and I got her off.
I helped hold her up for a bit as she caught her breath and regained her strength in her legs.
“Now Cop, where are the keys?” I demanded, as I pulled her pantyhose back up, the buzzing vibe still in them.
“NO!! I’ll never tell you! You’re my prisoner!”
“How’s that working out today?” I teased, reaching up and tugging on her cuffed hands.
Moving in front of Tasha, my hands caressed over her silky pantyhose covered legs as the toy again began to work her up again. I give her a kiss on her gag, then slipped her breasts out of her bra. My hands grabbed her firm ass under her skirt as I leaned in, my lips and tongue teasing her nipples. It didn’t take long and Tasha was on the edge again.
Tasha was loving our really cheesy role play that today’s bondage fun had turned into.
My hands were all over Tasha’s sexy cuffed / chained-up body as she stood there, helplessly locked to the overhead ceiling beam.
“You can’t hold out Cop! You will tell me where the keys are.”
By this point, the little vibe had Tasha on the edge again. She was so close that she was squirming and trying to rub her thighs together. The little toy had her worked into a frenzy.
“Well Cop? It’s about time for me to get out of here. Where are the keys? Still not talking, guess I’ll have to fix that!”
I lifted Tasha’s little skirt and gave her a few firm slaps on her ass. She gasped as the first took her by surprise, then moaned into her gag as she received a few more.
She was so close now, the vibe wasn’t quite as perfectly positioned as the first tine, so Tasha was wiggling her chained legs and hopping in place trying to shift the vibe in her pantyhose so she could get off.
I pulled Tasha’s pantyhose down her thighs again, sliding my cock between her thighs, but not into her.
“I can help you out Cop, but you are the prisoner then.”
“Ok, YES! Anything you want. PLEASE just give it to me. I can’t take it anymore!” She pleaded.
I started to slide my hard cock into her as her body shuddered and she moaned her approval into the gag. It didn’t take long and Tasha had the release she desperately craved.
I pulled her pantyhose back up, again pressing and holding the little vibe against her as she squirmed helplessly in the chains and cuffs.
“Oh God, not again!!” She pleaded as the toy quickly did its work. “I’ll do whatever you want… ANYTHING!!” She pleaded.
I left her to ‘suffer’ for a few minutes as I retrieved the items from my bag. Holding them up in front of her, “After I’m done with you, it’s your turn to be a prisoner for the night.”
She smiled through her gag, seeing me holding up her pair of blaze orange tights and orange / black camouflage pattern sports bra. (Not the perfect prisoner outfit, but it would be fine for our fun.)
I dropped her orange outfit to the floor, and again pulled her pantyhose down and started to rub her lightly with my fingertips. After a few more minutes of teasing her, I gave her what she needed from behind, making sure she got off hard.
“Thank you.” She whispered through the gag as we finished.
I removed the toy and pulled her pantyhose back up for her.
I took the padlock key and unlocked Tasha’s chained feet, then the chain around her waist. I stopped to remove her gag, then reached up and unlocked the handcuffs from the chain over her head.
She lowered her cuffed hands over my head and kissed me, whispering in my ear as she seductively rubbed her silky pantyhose covered foot and leg along mine, “Lets both be prisoners…”
As Tasha squirmed helplessly in the chains and cuffs, the little bullet vibe buzzing away in her pantyhose, I went up to her room. To my surprise the, few things I had gone up in search of were neatly sitting on her dresser! Great minds think alike I guess. She must have had the sane idea as me…
I grabbed the items and headed back to the basement, concealing the items in my bag for now.
“Well? Did your little toy get you off yet?” I asked.
“NO! Sooooooo close!!” Tasha replied through her gag.
“Good.” i answered.
“WHAT??” she exclaimed.
I stood behind Tasha, lifting her little skirt and pulling her pantyhose down her thighs, she moaned “OH God, YES!!” into the gag.
“I’ve been locked up a long time… I’m going to enjoy this!”
Tasha tried not to laugh at my bad porn movie sounding dialogue, and instead screamed with erotic pleasure into the gag as I slide my hard cock deep into her. I held her hips as I gave it to her hard and fast from behind. Tasha strained to both balance and also to push back against me with each thrust of my cock. It only took a few minutes and I got her off.
I helped hold her up for a bit as she caught her breath and regained her strength in her legs.
“Now Cop, where are the keys?” I demanded, as I pulled her pantyhose back up, the buzzing vibe still in them.
“NO!! I’ll never tell you! You’re my prisoner!”
“How’s that working out today?” I teased, reaching up and tugging on her cuffed hands.
Moving in front of Tasha, my hands caressed over her silky pantyhose covered legs as the toy again began to work her up again. I give her a kiss on her gag, then slipped her breasts out of her bra. My hands grabbed her firm ass under her skirt as I leaned in, my lips and tongue teasing her nipples. It didn’t take long and Tasha was on the edge again.
Tasha was loving our really cheesy role play that today’s bondage fun had turned into.
My hands were all over Tasha’s sexy cuffed / chained-up body as she stood there, helplessly locked to the overhead ceiling beam.
“You can’t hold out Cop! You will tell me where the keys are.”
By this point, the little vibe had Tasha on the edge again. She was so close that she was squirming and trying to rub her thighs together. The little toy had her worked into a frenzy.
“Well Cop? It’s about time for me to get out of here. Where are the keys? Still not talking, guess I’ll have to fix that!”
I lifted Tasha’s little skirt and gave her a few firm slaps on her ass. She gasped as the first took her by surprise, then moaned into her gag as she received a few more.
She was so close now, the vibe wasn’t quite as perfectly positioned as the first tine, so Tasha was wiggling her chained legs and hopping in place trying to shift the vibe in her pantyhose so she could get off.
I pulled Tasha’s pantyhose down her thighs again, sliding my cock between her thighs, but not into her.
“I can help you out Cop, but you are the prisoner then.”
“Ok, YES! Anything you want. PLEASE just give it to me. I can’t take it anymore!” She pleaded.
I started to slide my hard cock into her as her body shuddered and she moaned her approval into the gag. It didn’t take long and Tasha had the release she desperately craved.
I pulled her pantyhose back up, again pressing and holding the little vibe against her as she squirmed helplessly in the chains and cuffs.
“Oh God, not again!!” She pleaded as the toy quickly did its work. “I’ll do whatever you want… ANYTHING!!” She pleaded.
I left her to ‘suffer’ for a few minutes as I retrieved the items from my bag. Holding them up in front of her, “After I’m done with you, it’s your turn to be a prisoner for the night.”
She smiled through her gag, seeing me holding up her pair of blaze orange tights and orange / black camouflage pattern sports bra. (Not the perfect prisoner outfit, but it would be fine for our fun.)
I dropped her orange outfit to the floor, and again pulled her pantyhose down and started to rub her lightly with my fingertips. After a few more minutes of teasing her, I gave her what she needed from behind, making sure she got off hard.
“Thank you.” She whispered through the gag as we finished.
I removed the toy and pulled her pantyhose back up for her.
I took the padlock key and unlocked Tasha’s chained feet, then the chain around her waist. I stopped to remove her gag, then reached up and unlocked the handcuffs from the chain over her head.
She lowered her cuffed hands over my head and kissed me, whispering in my ear as she seductively rubbed her silky pantyhose covered foot and leg along mine, “Lets both be prisoners…”
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That last line leaves a lot of possibilities open... great writing. Thank for writing this lovely tale.
Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment.
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It will continue…slackywacky wrote: ↑2 years ago That last line leaves a lot of possibilities open... great writing. Thank for writing this lovely tale.
This really is a hot story. I really enjoyed reading it.
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Any interest in continuing this?
I would love to read a continuation! This has been a blazing hot story.
And if it's gonna be a double-selfbondage scenario as the (new?) ending seems to suggests, all I can say is: Heck yeah!![Mr. Green :mrgreen:](./images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif)
And if it's gonna be a double-selfbondage scenario as the (new?) ending seems to suggests, all I can say is: Heck yeah!
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