“Oh, Paul, no.”
Paul was not listening. She felt it stop at the entrance to her ass. Slowly, she could feel the pressure building.
“NO! I don’t want that.”
“Dear, it is not your option.”
Sally clenched her ass as tight as she could and really tried free herself.
“If you do not loosen up, I will rip your ass with this!”
“Paul, please. NO!”
“You gave yourself to me completely. I can take whatever I want, and I want your ass. NOW, OPEN UP!”
The paper she had read for the camera did say that he could do whatever he wanted to her, but she had never thought that he would go this far. For a full minute, she was lost in her mental battle between her upbringing, what Paul wanted, her complete trust in Paul, and her agreement. In the end, she was in no position to stop him. Slowly she relaxed and felt the second dildo start to open her. Paul kept up the pressure and it slipped into her ass. This made her feel like she was taking a permanent shit, and it was not at all comfortable.
Paul attached a small chain to two of the rings on the waist belt that was at her hips and adjusted it so that it was long enough to just touch the dildo in her vagina. He clipped another chain to that point and pulled it between her legs, up to the belt in the back. This served to hold both plugs securely inside her body.
Sally watched as Paul went back to the table and opened a sealed package, removed latex gloves, and put them on. He picked up a very small tube. Walking back between her legs, he explained.
“This is a catheter that I am going to insert into your bladder. A small balloon will be inflated to keep it there.”
Sally heard urine running into a bucket and then it stopped. It still felt like she had to pee but no matter how hard she tried, she could not go.
“There. I have clamped this off so you won’t have any accidents, but it has made me have to go,” Paul said, and he rotated the ball so she was once more in an upright position.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he said with a laugh.
“Right,” answered Sally, as he closed the door behind him.
She looked up at her hands to see if there was any way out of her position. But with the gloves laced tight, straps locked closed over the knots of the laces, and no way to get her hands near one another, she just could not think of any way out. The catheter and the butt plug were uncomfortable enough that it kept her constantly aware of her status. Her body naturally tried to push them out, even without conscious effort on her part, but they didn’t budge.
Since she was hanging there with nothing to do, she started to look around the room. She was facing the door that looked solid and heavy. That was why very little sound escaped from the room. To the right, an eight-foot-high X was leaning against the wall. She could imagine herself on that. On the left of the door was a combination of stocks and pillory that was like an inverted T. On the base, about six inches off the floor, were a set of stocks that would hold her feet about four feet apart and on the vertical part, there were three holes. The largest hole was in the center, and these would hold her hands and her neck. It looked like this would leave her bent at a 90-degree angle which would leave her butt sticking out.
There were several cabinets with doors closed, hiding their contents, and chains everywhere, attached to the ceiling, walls, and even a few on the floor. The lighting came from track lights mounted in the ceiling, but she could not see any controls. Maybe they were behind her, for it was difficult to see more than half of the room since, even if she turned her head, her arms blocked the view. She thought deeply about her situation. She had never been so helpless, so dependant on another person, or so turned on in her entire life.
Suddenly the door opened, startling her, but she couldn’t move. There was Paul, staring at her. She had not even heard him approach.
“Ah, that is better,” Paul said as he entered. “I bet you would like to empty your bladder also. Well too bad.”
Paul opened a cabinet and took out a strange leather device.
“Sally. I have taken control of the major muscles of your body and all the openings in the lower half of your body. Now it is time to take control of your head and all of your senses.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll see. Well, feel, actually.”
As Paul approached her, she could see some shapes and holes in the device. The largest had a tube that stuck out two inches.
“Open your mouth wide.”
Sally did what she was told, opening her mouth. Paul quickly stuck the tube into her mouth, locking it open. As Paul smoothed the front of the device down, she discovered that it was molded to her chin and nose. Paul gathered her hair to the top of her head and wrapped the device around her head. The holes lined up with her nostrils, eyes, and ears. Paul pulled laces through the eyelets of the hood, at the back of her head, drawing it tight around her head and pulling the tube into her mouth, as well as pulling her mouth tightly closed around it. She tried to push it out with her tongue, but it was no use. The hood covered her entire head, including her neck.
Next, Paul began buckling a very wide leather collar around her neck and over the tie of the laces for the hood. As the various buckles were tightened, Sally found her head being held high and static. The collar was very wide and stiff. Paul continued to tighten the various buckles and soon Sandra began to feel the pressure on her neck and the base of her skull. It was impossible to move her head or to turn her neck at all. Now, it was locked on her shoulders.
Sally could no longer watch him as he went to the table for supplies, she could only stare straight ahead at the door. In a few seconds, Paul’s face came into view as approached her and she felt something being stuffed into the tube and into her mouth. It started to expand – it was like a balloon – and it soon filled her entire mouth. Her tongue was pushed to the bottom of her mouth and the balloon pushed her cheeks against the mask. It filled her mouth but didn’t stop. She tried to tell him that there was no more room, but all that came out was a grunt. She wouldn’t be talking until it was removed.
Something was put over the holes in the hood that covered her ears. A sound started, like the sound that radio makes when it is not tuned in, just static. This covered up all the other sounds. She could see Paul’s mouth moving in front of her but could hear nothing. Paul was reaching for her face with something dark. It went over the holes for her eyes and the whole world went dark for Sally.
There she hung, unable to move at all. Unable to see, hear, speak, pee or even shit. Her entire life was in Paul’s hands. She had never had to depend on another person this much since she was a baby.
It seemed like forever that she was like that. Had he left? Or worse, was there someone else in the room? Your mind can play all kinds of tricks when you can’t tell what is happening around you. Suddenly, there was a tongue on her right breast. She had shivers running down her spine. She could soon feel another orgasm building from within. The tongue moved to her left breast and fingers were pinching and caressing her right nipple. Soon the first waves of the orgasm were rolling across her. It was stronger than her first one, but it left her wanting more. If the butt plug and the catheter were removed and the dildo in her cunt would move, she thought, she would bounce this ball right across the room.
The tongue left her breasts and the ball started to move. She was suddenly inverted, with her legs, rather than her arms, now supporting all her weight. It was a relief after hanging by her arms for so long. The mouth returned, but this time it was surrounding her clit. “Oh no, here it comes again,” Sally thought, as the orgasm started building again. This time though, it was slower, since she had already come twice. Yet this one was taking her higher and higher. The tongue was talented, moving in just the right place and at the right tempo, and feeling so wonderful. With no sound, no sight, Sally’s sense of touch had become the only thing left and it was intense. Like a string that has been pulled just a little too tight and then snaps, an orgasm, like no other Sally had ever experienced before, coursed though her body. She pulled with all her might against the restraints, but it did not make the slightest difference. She remained where she was.
The orgasm had just started to subside when she was repositioned, facing up, and the chain holding the dildo was removed. She missed the full feeling it gave her. But wait! She was being entered again, and this one was warm and not so hard. She concentrated on the feeling of his prick entering her body. She could feel it all the way to her womb when it bumped into her cervix. She could actually feel it. The orgasm that had been waning came crashing back. The prick was moving in and out of her so hard that she could feel the balls slapping against her butt. She came and came and came again. She had no control over it. She both wanted it to never stop, and thought that if it didn’t, she would go insane. The prick grew and then started spurting. She could feel his cum filling her.
She had never been so in tune with her body. There was no sight or sound to distract her. There was nothing at all that she could do to control the situation. She was just along for the ride.
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Then, it was over. Sally was limp, exhausted, spent. Slowly, Paul removed the hood and all the plugs. When she was finally released, she could not stand. She was just so wiped that she passed out.
Paul carried her up the stairs and put her to bed. It had been hours since they had gone downstairs, and it had been a long week for him, so he just crawled in beside her and was soon fast asleep.
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