I am currently feeling very spent, don't get me wrong, it is a lovely feeling. I just had a rather intense 24hours, he certainly was not easy on me, and by the end I was curled up in a ball on his sofa, in a kind of haze, feeling thoroughly used and kind of euphoric. It was really just what I needed!
It started at his, I arrived and was instructed to clean up, put on my hold ups, heels and bra and pants. He was angry that the hold ups I used were the ones I had been fucked in a few weeks earlier. I like to think of them as my fucking hold ups, that and they are really comfortable! Even with the ladders. I suppose it adds to the slutty look!
The new hood was placed over my head... it is very heavy duty and he locked it tightly around my neck, the eye mask was pulled on along with a penis gag insertion, all locked in place. Naturally I was very wet, there is something about the padlock that does that to me. He then spanked me, I was spanked most of the night for various discrpencies I have made lately, the stockings didn't help!
He then set about crotch roping me, not before adding a large butt plug. This really dug down. My hands we attached at the back, there was something different about him. He didn't hold back, he wanted to show me who was in charge, in his words I am always topping from the bottom. I wasn't given any opportunity to do that this time though. My arse was beaten. Usually I am not good at that, but I was able to take the pain he was dishing out, perhaps I felt I needed it.
My nipples and boobs also got used. This pain I was not able to deal with so well. There is something very cruel and painful about clamps being added, taken off then added again. It is relentless pain, it doesn't ease up, it reduces after a while to a dull ache but as soon as they come off again the searing pain comes back. Right now I can barely wear a bra, my nipples are just too painful!
After a long amount of time, I have no idea of time passing as I was locked into the hood. But I got really tired, so I asked to go to bed, thinking the hood would come off, along with wrist cuffs and cable ties around my ankles, the gag came out but and he unlocked the eye mask, but then buckled it even tighter, promising to keep me hooded for the whole night. I have never been kept bound overnight. It is himiliating having to ask to use the loo and brush my teeth through a small hole, humiliating but arousing.
Needless to say I didn't really sleep. I kept waking because it was so uncomfortable, or I would feel my face and just feel leather. I had no idea of time, I saw no light in the morning. It is hard to deal with. Obviously my pussy was aching and wet, having only cum once the previous day, I was aching to cum again. Stupidly I bated him when I woke, pushed his buttons and this saw me with the gag back in my mouth first thing in the morning. The worst thing about the gag in is the amount of saliva that builds behind the hood. I had been wearing the gag the previous day for several hours, I was a mess under my hood. I was glad he couldn't see me.
I found myself tied to the banisters by my nipples, which were hanging over the top and clamped around a post. It was painful but hot, while he fucked my arse, then decided to put in the bloody anal hook. That thing is nasty and humiliating. It makes moving hard, especially when tied off around the neck. I was then dragged to the stairs, nipples sore, and fucked on them. He likes to fuck me on the stairs. It was incredibly painful having the carpet rub against my tender nipples. He seemed to like that though. Then he left me there while he ran a bath. I couldn't see, speak or really move for fear of another beating. I felt exceptionally submissive kneeing on his stairs while he took a long bath just next door.
Eventually I was allowed to move, bathe and take off the bloody hood. It felt strange to have it off after so long. The world looked different somehow.
Once I regained my composure, I stupidly bated him once more, I can't remember what I said but it flicked a switch. Once again I found myself attached to his door cuffs, gagged with a terrible gag, the plastic ball kind that hurts the sides of my mouth and makes my jaw ache. He put the stupid fabric red hood one me, the one I hate and got his cane. I really fucking hate the cane. That is pain I just can't take. It feels like searing rods over my arse, he beat my tits and didn't seem to let up. He poured water over the fabric hood, making it harder to breath. By now I was in serious need to cum. I felt like I was making puddles on his floor.
I was eventually dragged to the sofa, he fucked my arse, always a submissive act, then plugged me and got my wand. It didn't take long, bound with my arms behind my back, hooded and gagged, for me to beg to cum. It was fairly sensational. Lasted forever. Then I was untied, I drifted into another place. I have drifted through the day like that ever since.
I will probably masturbate later, about the hood, about the denial, about the bondage, but not about the cane. I hate the cane!
