As she said she would, Shelly had helped her set up the restraint kit on the mattress. There were bands across the top and bottom with available hooks in various locations and another band straight down the middle. "He'll be able to secure you in any position he chooses," she explained. "It's also fun to do with a switch at some point. Nothing better than having your strong muscular man spread eagle on the bed; ride him, suck him off, straddle his face. I'd suggest you try all three."
Shelly had texted her husband to get Zia an eta on when Phil would be back from training. Zia had showered and shaved and was waiting wrapped up in the sofa throw, naked, so she'd could meet him at the door as Shelly had suggested. She had the black leather collar in hand. She played with the buckle as she waited, wondering if she would like the sensation of Phil buckling it around her neck; the butterflies in stomach were telling her yes.
It was only a minute or two later when she heard someone at the door. She leapt off the sofa praying it was Phil or she figured she would literally die of embarrassment; she was worried enough about his reaction as it was. She shot to her knees in the center of the entrance hall.
Phil (thank God) opened the door. His eyes widened at what greeted him. To his credit, he got his jaw back up off the floor a second later, which was very good because Zia really needed him to be the one to take charge from here. He didn't say a word but closed the door behind him tightly. He stepped to her, ran a hand through her hair as it bobbed loosely over her shoulders, and slowly circled behind her. His eyes caught the collar in her hand, and he bent to slip it from her fingers. She shuddered in nervous anticipation.
"Z, baby, do you want to tell me what you need?" he asked softly, but his voice was strong, commanding.
Zia had thought over how she wanted to tell him what she wanted. "I want you to take me, use me, push me past the edge that I usually pull back from and I don't want you to allow me to stop, but I don't want you to hurt me, and I am going to trust you to keep me safe." She kept her eyes down when she started, closed them mid instruction, and then lifted them to his as she finished.
He didn't answer her but instead brushed her hair again with his hand and fitted the collar around her neck, buckling it snuggly but on the next to last hole, giving her a little room. She continued to look up at him as he did so. The butterflies were right. She loved it. The collar in place, Phil finally addressed her, "Ok, so I follow what you told me and otherwise I have your submission? You're giving yourself to me? I have you to do with you what I want, however I please?"
"Yes," she answered, more sure than ever.
He didn't respond but hooked his index finger through the D-ring of the collar and pulled her up and forward, leading her behind him towards the bedroom. Zia made no move to protest but followed him obediently, arms loose by her sides. He moved calmly, she figured so that she didn't stumble.
They entered the bedroom and Phil was greeted to the sight of the waiting restraints on the otherwise bare mattress.
He groaned and pulled her by the ring to his front, locking her to his frame and positioning her so they both had eyes on the bed.
He groaned again, 'Someone's been busy."
He pushed her towards the bed, spun her around, and commanded, "Lay down, center." He glanced behind him to where she had covered both dressers in the equipment from the toy drawer. He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Well, I started to pull out everything I was ok with trying, when I realized it was most of it, and I could have just left in the drawer and made less of a mess but then I figured it was easier access for you," she explained.
Phil laughed as he turned and gathered up the required black leather cuffs. He buckled her spread eagle, a limb at a time, and finished with twisting the collar around to buckle her neck to the center strap.
She was stuck with very little mobility.
He gazed down at her, suddenly very uncomfortable in his pants, but he needed a shower. "Alright, kitten, stay right there," he teased, knowing full well she couldn't move much more than an inch.
"Aren't you going to, I don't know, like give me a vibrator or something?" she asked, already feeling a little desperate.
Phil spoke, enunciating every word, "Oh no my dear, I'm going to leave you like this…naked…spread out… helpless…unable to sate your need."
He leaned over her as he said it but avoided touching her.
Zia couldn't help herself, her entire body shuddered with want.
Phil noticed. "Oh, you're a desperate little thing, aren't you? My little slut, my slave," he paused, "my princess, my queen." She moaned at his words. "Just remember you're a slut for me only."
Zia had enough wear with all to play him right back.
"Yes Sir, my Master, MY prince, my king," she took a breath, "my little man whore."
"Oh, you're a cheeky little bitch, aren't you? I'll remember that. But for now," he turned to reach for the light blocking blindfold, slipping off her glasses to place them on the nightstand, and helping her to lift her head enough to seat it firmly over her eyes, "I want you to lay there and think about all the things I'm going to do to you."
Phil showered, cleaning himself as best as he could around his already aching cock. He returned to her, instantly recognizing there was a wet spot on the fitted sheet below her. God, she was dripping wet for him. He reached down and easily slipped a finger straight in. She moaned loudly.
"Tsk tsk," he scolded, "this will never do. I think I will have to do something to keep you from waking the neighbors."
He had already seen the line up of gags she had left on the top of the main dresser. He lifted the combined ball and phallus. God, by the time he got his cock into her mouth she was going to be begging him for it to be there, inwardly anyway, as he had every intention of rendering her incapable of speech.
He brought it to her lips.
Zia first thought he was going to start with having her blow him, until she realized the texture was wrong. She knew what she had left out for his use, but that didn't mean she wasn't nervous; with that particular gag in place, she wouldn't be able to speak at all. She let her mouth fall open and he slid the phallus and ball between her teeth and buckled it behind her neck. He did so loosely, and that she was grateful for, as when he first pushed it into her it hit the back of her throat; with the band loose she could move it a bit with her tongue, side to side, and she was also able to suck it in or push it back out a bit to control depth. She felt herself began to drool almost immediately. Fortunately, on her back, she was able to swallow most of the excess saliva.
She could hear Phil moving around the bed and shifting things on the dressers. She felt his hands on her ankle a second later. She heard him unsnap a clip, and then felt his hand at her nether lips as he lifted to open her up and expose her clit and entrance. A second later, she felt the smooth roundness of the head of what she assumed was the wand be pushed against her. His hands returned to her ankles, and he unclipped and unbuckled and re-buckled until he had shifted her legs together over then length of the wand. She then felt him pass what felt like thick webbed belts under her calves and her thighs and pull them tight. Her legs were now locked in position, holding the wand tightly to herself; she wasn't going to be able to move away from it.
"So, my dear, I'm not sure if you are fully aware, but wands are also used in the practice of forced orgasms. I can lock this to you, and pull orgasm after orgasm from you, for as long as I choose, over and over, until you forget your own name and mine, and become an immobile limp puddle of bliss. And I am going to get off on watching you fall apart with the torture." Zia gulped as Phil hit the 'on' button. The wand buzzed to life against her, and she moaned and sucked at the phallus in her mouth. She shifted her hips as the pressure built, gyrating and undulating, not caring what it must look like she was doing, desperate to ride the fierce wave that was already building inside her. She turned her head, managing to push the ball of the gag flush into her mouth with the top of her shoulder, now so turned on that she wanted it there, controlling her, limiting her breath. That was when she heard and felt the smart snap on the sole of one foot, quickly followed by the other. Frack! Phil had taken the hand whip to the exposed bottom of her bare feet. She fucked herself against the wand as he tapped it onto a higher setting and he struck her feet again, one in a row followed by the other. The leather tails bit sharply into her soles. The sting of pain startled her, shocked her, but was followed a second later by a twitch of desire straight to her clit. She wanted him to stop; she wanted him to do it again. He tapped the wand function up again and she shifted herself, trying to drill her clit and her cunt as close as possible onto the head of the wand. Suddenly, with a surge, she came, sucking in air hard through her nose as her body released in a warm wash of complete bliss.
"Oh, my dear," Phil purred at her, having turned off the wand, "that was lovely to watch, but we are not even close to done. You know, I think I should also like to hook your hands up in the air over the closet door hook, lock the spreader bar onto your ankles and make you give me more until your legs can't hold you." Zia moaned around the gag at his words. "You know," Phil continued monologuing, "there's no time like the present."
Zia felt like she was in some other realm. She felt odd, 'floaty' for lack of a better descriptive word, and in that she was also utterly complaint. It wasn't that she felt a need to try and fight Phil off; it was that her body was just going with whatever he asked of her. She lay on her back, cuffed arms still spread out and latched to the upper band, but her body was relaxed, comfortable in the restraints. She felt Phil unbuckling and sliding off the webbed belts and lifting the wand away from her. He then, one by one, unhooked the cuffs and collar from the bands, and took her hands, guiding her up to standing, and leading her a few feet away from the bed. He turned her around and her bare back hit what she could tell from the feel was the linen closet door. She knew there was a silver metal over-the-door hook on said door that they both used for various clothing items throughout the week. She heard and felt him attach a short chain to the D-rings on each of her wrists and he pulled her bound arms up and over her head, hooking the chain unto the hook. The result sent a jolt of wetness to her sex in this new position of vulnerability. He didn't stop there as he gently kicked her cuffed ankles out laterally with his feet. She again felt and heard him, stoop beneath her and there was the noise of more snaps and buckles and the slide of metal. She was guessing that he was connecting her ankles to the spreader bar and sure enough when she heard his breath return to near her ear, she tried to shift her feet back closer to under her body and found that she couldn't. She was now in a standing position, her body, breasts and sex bared for him in a new position that was in some respects even more demeaning than the position she had just been in. Once her legs were spread, the pull on her wrists was worse, and she was grateful of his awareness that he readjusted the length of chain on the hook to accommodate. He was pushing her sexual limits, but he was definitely watching out for her.
Hands hooked up over her head and ankles held open by the spreader bar, Zia eased into her forced position and waited. She figured if it wasn't Phil, she'd likely be terrified, but she trusted him, and being bound by him was oddly relaxing. She heard him again moving around and shifting through items, and heard the light clank of metal. He returned to her, and he palmed one breast and then somewhat roughly squeezed the nipple and rubbed it between his fingers. She hissed as the expected clamp followed. He repeated the action to its pair, and she felt the coldness on her upper chest of a light chain that he connected between the two and passed through the D ring of the collar as he turned it back around on her neck. As she experimented, shifting her head and neck, there was a pull on her nipples. She decided she overall liked it, but there was also some definite discomfort.
Phil watched her adjust for a moment and then felt the need to give her a light punishment for her apparent naughty enjoyment. With a smirk, he smacked the back of his hand into her hooch. He didn't do it with any more force than a light tap but Zia jumped none-the-less. He managed to do it with the perfect amount of pressure. She moaned and shifted her hips forward and he took the hint and did it again. She moaned loudly and shifted against her bonds. It was driving Phil crazy how responsive she was. He couldn't wait to sink himself into her flushed folds, but first he wanted to wreck her even further. He turned from her, looking over the tools she had spread out for him, and then got curious about what she had actually left in the drawers. There wasn't much, and there wasn't much rhyme or reason to what she had left; more that she may have not felt the need for something or just wasn't sure about its use, than that it looked particularly intimidating; at least that was his assumption. One item that she had left, that he was definitely planning to make use of, was the orgasm belt. He had warned her that he was going to pull orgasm after orgasm from her, the one she had had been amazing to watch, but it was still, well, one. The belt was going to change that.
He picked it up in his hands and moved back to her, undoing the buckles to position it around her narrow waist. She moaned again with the contact of his hands on her. He bent to lick and nibble her ear as he refastened the buckles, so it was snug. He had placed the wand within reach and brought that up to her, sliding the leather strap under her crotch to secure the wand tight to her clit. "Dear," he whispered against her ear as he gently sucked on the lobe, "you seem to have a left a particularly important piece of equipment in the drawer. Did you not know what this was for?" he asked, obviously not looking for any kind of verbal response. He bit down gently on her lobe. "I am going to positively wreck you," he promised. Zia moaned and trembled beneath his hands still on her waist. "And that's before I even get my rock-hard cock inside of you." He shifted slightly to drop his hand down to spread her labia, ensuring that the wand had as much contact on her most sensitive areas as possible, hit the 'on' button and stepped back.
Zia pushed up onto her toes and pushed her hips down and forward. She rocked against the head of the wand and a deep flush spread from chin down to her clit. Phil hit the function button, increasingly the intensity. She lifted higher on her toes, her thigh muscles straining as well as her arm muscles as she pulled on the cuffs. Phil decided she was more than ready for the full-blown torture; he hit the function button until it was as high as it would go and stepped back to watch her torment. She shook, she worked her pelvis, she strained against the bonds, she looked completely undone. Phil pulled up the nearby upholstered stool and sat to watch her ruin herself.
Zia was overwhelmed with sensation in the most amazing way she had ever felt in her life. She couldn't even fathom what was happening to her; her body hit the first warm release and a split second later the tension started building for another. Orgasm flowed immediately into orgasm. It was unreal.
Phil reached for one of the webbed belts, wrapping it snug around his left wrist and then grasping the fabric with his right hand. He needed something for his hands to do to avoid touching his swollen dick. He knew where he wanted to release his load and it wasn't into his own hand.
Zia finally started to shift uncomfortably, and he knew she was about done. He figured he could likely push her to the point of near passing out, but cruelty was not his end game. He stood, pulling his pseudo self-bondage from his wrist and hands, tapped the wand off, and slid first one and then the other clamp from her nipples, dropping them and the light chain onto the nearby nightstand. He knew enough not to leave them on for too long. He bent to drop his mouth over the sensitive tissue. He sucked gently at each, and she stiffened at first at the contact, but then seemed to relax and appreciate the soothing. He unbuckled the belt and removed it, and she let out a deep sigh. He chuckled to himself. He loved her false sense of security. With that thought, he brought a single fingertip to touch her swollen clit and she nearly jumped out of her skin. "Soooo sensitive," he teased. Exactly how he wanted her.
He wasn't aiming to be sadistic, he'd give her some comfort first, but he was going after one more release from her with wand just the same. He dropped to kneel in front her, bringing his lips and tongue to her. She again jumped with the initial contact, but he softly licked and sucked and soon she was pushing back at him, soothed by the moisture and his mouth. Once he got her to relax, he wrapped one hand and forearm around her ass and use the other to spread her open once more and push the wand against her. She squirmed hard and cried out as he turned the device back on. She pulled against the cuffs on her wrists, shifting and squirming but then suddenly settled, the wand doing its job to take her over the harsh edge anew and she stood stock still, her muscles tense as she inhaled and exhaled through her nose. A deep whine started from her chest and built to a crescendo as she came with a sharp cry. Phil slid the wand from her, turning it off and setting it aside. Zia slumped, basically hanging her body weight on her wrists on the hook. She looked gorgeously and beautifully fucked.
She didn't move as he bent and unhooked her ankles from the bar. He stood back up and she let out a soft moan as he pulled up enough on the chain connecting her wrists to lift it over the hook. "Come," he directed. He led her by the short chain and she followed without question. He moved her back onto the bed, face down, bound hands pulled out in front of her and hooked them to the center where her collar had been earlier. Pulling her up onto her knees, while keeping her head down, he finally allowed himself to claim her. They both cried out in pleasure and relief as he sank into her folds to fuck her from behind as he kneeled in back of her on the bed. He intensified his thrusts and his balls began to hit her clit in rhythmic time, adding to her stimulation and his.
Her walls clamped around him and he fought to hold on, fought back for the control that her needy little hooch was threatening to take from him. He pulled out, managing to stop just before he came. Undoing the clasp from the bed band, he slid her off the foot of the bed, holding her securely to gently drop her to her knees. Lunging for the waiting leather x-piece, he unattached the short wrist chain, tucked her hands behind her back and snapped all four cuffs to the D-rings, effectively hog-tying her. He barely gave her a moment to steady herself as he unbuckled and pulled the phallus gag out from her used, hot little mouth, and pushed his swollen, straining cock in.
She greedily sucked and lapped at him, seemingly grateful for the real thing to have finally replaced the gag. He alternated between trying to hold himself steady for her and thrusting at her mouth when she seemed to be encouraging him to do so. Finally, Zia sucked him in deep and with a spurt, he came, hot and heavy into the back of her mouth. She choked, not used to having so much cock in her mouth, now compounded by his warm fluid, and some ran down her chin mixed with her own saliva. She swallowed as much as she could and licked and sucked him clean, till he pulled out, sensitive and spent.
Zia just sat there on her knees, still hog-tied, blind-folded, cum and saliva across her chest, not caring to move. It wasn't in the exact way that Claire had described to her, but it was pretty well damn close enough.
Phil flopped to his side on the edge of the bed. Penis now soft and satiated, and gazed down at her in her apparent unmoving and uncaring state of bliss. Obviously, he knew that she had asked him not to hurt her, but from the info Shelly had given him, she and Zia had talked about just an edge of pain, and he had guessed from her response and her reactions that she could take and would likely relish in a little. He was very thankful that he had apparently been right.