Author's Note: Story was inspired by an old tattooed, pierced girlfriend who was a smoking fiend. We had wild sex and bondage fun and games. She was a genuine psycho!

Updated (12/19/11): Finally wrote the sequel! Sorry it's been so long! More to come.

Part 1

He saw her sitting at the bar and he was quite smitten. She was a petite raven-haired beauty with deep blue eyes, heavily mascaraed and darkly-shaded. She had tattoos and piercings and wore a very tight-laced black leather over-bust, shoulder-strap corset that deliciously squeezed her ample-looking breasts and forced her to sit very straight on the barstool. She was a sexy, wild-looking thing! She was drinking a draft beer and smoking a cigarette, as smoking was allowed in this bar. He was a non-smoker, but was transfixed.

He hurried over to her, hoping she was alone. Another guy had her in his sights and was headed her way. He nimbly cut in front of him and grabbed the stool next to her. Their eyes met and lit up. She also liked what she saw. He was tall, dark, slim and handsome, with a well-trimmed brown beard, his deep brown eyes boring into hers. The initial physical, boozy attraction was sealed.

"Nice corset!" he said as he lustily appraised her, discovering her nice, tight blue jeans with tightly-cinched wide leather belt at her narrow waist over the corset.

"Thanks!" she said. "It keeps me from drinking too much!" Her crushed cleavage heaved, her breathing obviously restricted by the super-tight garment.

"I guess it cuts down on your smoke-inhaling too, it's so tight!"

"Yeah, that too" she said, smirking, as she took a drag and blew the smoke out of the far corner of her luscious red lips. Her visible ear was pierced multiple times, going up the back ridge, her shoulder-length black hair tucked behind it. Her dark bangs draped down sassily past her eyebrows, nearly into her gorgeous eyes. She had a corner eyebrow piercing, a small ring through the side of her nose, and a tight lip-ring piercing in the middle of her lower lip. He noticed her tongue piercing and guessed she had more hidden piercings below. He was aroused.

"What are you drinking?" he asked.

"Bud Light", as she took a gulp.

"Me too!" The bartender drifted over and he ordered two.

"How's a girl like you sitting here single tonight?" he asked.

"Long story. How's a guy like you doing the same?" she asked, noticing his ringless left third finger.

"Another long story. Compatibility issues and shit."

"Yeah, here, too.", she said as she snuffed out the cigarette and pulled out another, putting it between her full lips and looking at him expectantly. Was he a fellow smoker? She was disappointed when he grabbed her lighter and lit it. "Thanks."

She took as deep a drag as the crushing corset would allow and exhaled noisily as he took a drink of beer. "You don't smoke?"

"No, never have."

Here was a big potential compatibility issue, they both thought, willing to overlook it for now. Smoking issues had recently contributed to break-ups for both of them. She raised her studded eyebrow and took a drink of beer, looking at him askance.

"What's your name?" he asked.

She sucked on the cigarette. "Smokey" she smirked, and blew some smoke in his face.

He leaned back a bit, amused. "Nice to meet ya, 'Smokey'. I'm 'Zeus'."

They chuckled and shook hands as she turned to face him more, liking his physique, his black shirt, jeans and engineer-style square-toed boots. He absolutely loved her boots, 6" high spiky-heeled black leather platforms. Her jeans are super-sexy tight. She's dressed to kill! They lustily appraised each other. He noticed the counterpart to the little angel tattoo near her right shoulder: a little devil on the left. A vicious-looking serpent snakes around her right arm.

"I'm Kira."

"I'm Kevin. Cheers."

They clink beer glasses and drink. He thinks she's a sexy little fetish minx who could be a lot of fun, and a lot of trouble! He needed to find out. She thinks he's sexy and has potential. They get to know each other more as she chain-smokes. She ordered a couple whiskey shots for them. She does drink slowly, the tight full corset giving her stomach and innards the big squeeze.

He loves watching her saunter in the high heels to the women's room and what the awesome corset does for her. Even with her 6" heeled boots, she's much shorter than him. She's about 5'-3 or 4", he guesses. He's quite infatuated and aroused by her, despite the smoking. A big vampire bat tattoo with spread wings adorns her shoulder blade area. Oh, yes, she's a dangerous type! he thinks.

They talk and he brings up the subject of bondage, discovering they have quite a lot in common! Now they're both really horny! They finish their drinks and she invites him over to her place, just 2 blocks away. They are a bit tipsy so they leave his car there and walk to her apartment. She is a bit unsteady in the high boots, so they put their arms around each other. They get very aroused. He catches a whiff of her perfume obscured by the smoke scent. At least she doesn't smoke on the way home!

Into her little bungalow they go and she eagerly leads him right into the bedroom! She has a nice 4 post bed with vertical slats on the head and foot-boards. Very suitable for bondage! The top 2 posts are adorned by pairs of fur-lined handcuffs and leather strap cuffs are attached to the bottom posts with ropes. The fun is about to begin! She throws her cigarettes on the night-stand.

"Welcome to my bondage lair, Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome! What'll be your pleasure?" she asks seductively.

"You, Ms. Short, Dark and Sexy!"

"How'd ya like to cuff and fuck me, big boy?" she says as she unties the corset lacing and undoes the shoulder straps.

"Oh, yes!"

She undoes the tight belt and jeans. "Help me loosen this corset! My boobs have been smushed for hours!"

He really wants to see her boobs! He quickly loosens the back lacing. She breathes in relief and unfastens the front catches. She drops it to the floor and squeezes her breasts as if to plump them up. They look perfect to him, nice medium-sized round orbs, especially with her silver bar nipple piercings! She's marked and indented from the super-tight corset. He watches lustfully as she begins undressing.

She unzips and removes her sexy knee-high boots and scooches the tight jeans down, along with her black thong underwear. She has a star tattoo above her well-trimmed mons. She has a clit piercing ring with a little silver ball in the middle that rests right on her clitoris. She has not disappointed him about the assumptions of hidden piercings! He gawks as she fingers herself, smiling at him. They get naked simultaneously and embrace and kiss passionately. His cock gets harder and she grabs it, leading him over to the nightstand.

"Condoms right here, big boy!" She grabs one and rolls it down over his hard dick, snapping it at the bottom of his shaft. "Now lock me down and stretch me out!" She jumps eagerly onto the bed and locks her left wrist tightly in the furry cuff attached to the bedpost, laying down spread-eagled.

This is like a fantasy dream to him! What fantastic luck tonight! He snaps the other cuff closed on her right wrist as she breathes heavily, lustfully. She stretches her leg out, anxious for him to tightly strap on the padded leather cuff. He securely fastens it on and pulls the attached rope tautly, tying it to the post. He is amazed they've just met and she's letting him do this! What a wild, uninhibited woman! He attaches the other ankle cuff tightly and pulls the rope down to the post, tying it off at maximum tensioning.

Her small, slim frame is now tautly spread-eagled to the max on the queen-sized bed. She can't move! "Wow, Kevin, that's a hell of a stretch you've got me in! Nice job! Now fuck me!"

He jumps on the bed and sucks her pierced nipple hard as he pinches the other. He's never been with a pierced woman like this! It really turns him on. She is very turned on, moaning sexily and lustfully. "Yeah, suck it! Pinch it, pull it! Yeah!" She strains in her tight cuffs, not able to bend her arms or legs. Her hands clench, her feet move and her pelvis moves up and down. "Oh, fuck me!"

He gets his very hard cock in position and rams it into her wet vagina. She is all worked up! "Yeah, big boy, get it! Fuck me hard!"

"Yeah, baby, yeah!" he hollers as he gets into a steady rhythm, thrusting harder.

"Yeah, harder!" she screams.

He obliges, spurred by her lustful exhortations. He slams hard into her, grunting animalisticly. The bed is rocking and squeaking.

"Yeah, big boy! That's it! Aahhh, yeah!" she screams. Her stretched shoulder and hip joints ache deliciously. She loves it super-tight.

"Yeah, girl, yeah, girl!" He is inspired and is ferociously fucking her, letting himself go. They are driven by pure animal lust as he slams her to the hilt. They lock eyes in wild passion as they both grimace in carnal lust, their ultimate reward nearing. Her masochistic bondage-sex libido is in over-drive, out of control. She wails and screams in abandon, not caring how much noise she makes or who may hear her as she orgasms hard and another one builds.

He is likewise sex-lust crazed. This wild thing has him going wild! He keeps it up unabated as she wails and screams more. "Uh-huh, uh-huh!" he repeats. "You like that, huh?! Yeah, baby, yeah, baby!" He feels the sperm gates triggering as she makes loud incoherent noises, coming multiple times. His dam breaks loose as he thrusts with all his might and hollers out. His huge, hot load explodes into the condom in a soul-wrenching, cataclysmic orgasm. He goes semi-rigid as he thrusts the last few times and finishes spasmodically ejaculating.

He is spent every which way! He lays on top of her tautly-stretched, panting body gasping and drooling as she moans and breathes hard. They can feel each others pounding heart-beats. Recovery takes awhile. He sucks on her sweaty neck, feeling euphoric. She tries to squirm.

"Wow, Kevin, that was great!!" She is glowing. "Just what I needed!!"

"Me too, Kira!" He rolls onto his side, taking in her sexy, tautly stretched form. "I'll let you loose now."

"No, not yet! I'm OK! I'd like a smoke, though! Get me a cigarette please."

"Really?"

Yeah, please. Put it in my mouth and light it."

He sighs. "OK."

He gets the pack and lighter at bedside and sticks one in her mouth. She gets a firm lip-grip and turns her head. He lights it as she draws on it and inhales.

"Aahh! Thank-you!" She keeps her head flat on the bed to keep the cigarette sticking up, looking at the ceiling as she deeply inhales. He watches her fascinatedly. Seeing her smoking while helplessly tightly spread-eagled gets him aroused. Her pursed lips smile as she winks at him while she enjoys her smoke. Ashes fall on her chin. She doesn't care.

She smokes fast and hard, feeling high. He watches for any live ashes that may fall off. She looks positively euphoric. He gets some devious ideas about smoking and bondage. He'd like to replace that cigarette with a ball-gag.

He quickly goes to the bathroom to remove the full condom, wipe off and piss. He trusts she won't set the bed on fire. He returns and dabs a tissue at her wet pussy, arousing her. He lifts up the clit-piercing ring resting on her sensitive bud and squeezes it. She makes a high-pitched, happy sound. What a first date this is!!

He squeezes and slowly rubs it between finger and thumb as she moans appreciatively, drawing hard on the cigarette. "After-play time, dear!" he says, feeling funny about calling her dear already. He fingers juices out of her wet vagina to rub on her clit, making her yelp and move her pelvis.

"Done with that cigarette yet?"

"No. Continue please!"

He increases the squeezing, rubbing pressure on her clit as she moans and gyrates her pelvis with what limited motion she can manage. She puffs away and moans. "Don't lose that cigarette!" he says as he rubs her faster. Her breathing and moaning increase proportionate to his ministrations. She is about to climax.

She orgasms, making wonderful high-pitched noises, squeezing her lips on the cigarette. He keeps it up a bit more, utilizing more juices from her leaking pussy. She orgasms again, yelping. Now he is excited and to his surprise, his cock is getting hard again. She is moaning and squealing and puffing away. Another climax ensues. He keeps it up until she has smoked it right down to the filter and it goes out. She is wrung out.

She looks dazed and is panting as he takes it from her mouth. She smiles lustily and happily at him. "Wow, Kevin, I've never enjoyed a smoke more! Thank-you!"

"You're welcome, Kira! My pleasure! What's in this chest at the bottom of the bed?"

"Open it and find out!"

He discovers ropes and all sorts of bondage paraphernalia, a veritable bondage treasure-chest! He rummages through the plethora of gear, various gags, hoods straps, bandages, a wonderful armbinder--.

"Kevin, I have to piss. Time for a little break! The cuff key is in the nightstand drawer here, 'Dear'!"

He chuckles at her sarcastic reciprocation of the term. "Yes, 'Dear'!"

She smiles as he unlocks her wrists, showing reddish cuff marks despite the furry sheaths on them. She rubs them as he undoes her ankle cuffs. She slowly gets moving and slides off the bed, feeling a bit sore and drunk. She gives him a quick kiss. He admires her sexy little body and ass as she pads to the bathroom. She has an interesting curvy abstract design tattooed above her ass. "What a wonderful freaky woman!" he thinks. "What a night!!"

She comes back and smirks at him slyly. She motions toward the bed. "Lie down, Kevin! It's your turn! The cuffs await!"

He hesitates, but just can't resist her. She's not asking, she's ordering him! He lies down on his back and spreads out his arms. She tightly handcuffs his left wrist to the corner post, then sexily crawls across him to lock his right wrist in. She smiles at him, then buckles on the ankle cuff very tightly. "Scooch down, you need a good stretch!"

His heart is palpitating like crazy as she pulls hard on the rope looped through the cuff ring, tying it securely to the post. Then she tautly secures his left ankle down to the other. "Tight enough for ya, 'dear'?"

"Yes, 'dear'." He is stretched about to his limits!

"Now I've got you! I can do whatever I want to you!" She grins mischievously, making him nervous, but excited. What a night indeed!!

"You pleasured me very well! I'll have to return the favor!" He breathes hard and heavy. She goes to get a hot washcloth for him. She thoroughly, roughly washes his cock and balls, arousing him. He gets very excited.

"You have a nice cock, Kevin!"

"Thank-you, Kira."

"Before we get started, I'm going to gag and blindfold you, whether you like it or not!"

His heart pounds. He does like it, actually! He loves being in bondage. She retrieves a large red rubber ball-gag with a wide black leather strap, and a thick padded leather blindfold from the chest.

"Some men don't like this, but real men can take it!" she says as she sits on the side of the bed.

"It's OK" he says.

"Of course it's OK! It's OK because I'm in control and you're not!"

Now she's making him rather nervous! He hopes she's not a psycho! She kneels on the bed beside him, smiling as she brings the large gag to his mouth. He notices a narrow breathing hole bored through it. He opens his mouth wide as she forces it in between his teeth, working the big ball into his mouth, seating it tightly. It is huge! He moans as his jaw is stretched wide open. His lips are stretched out, making a tight seal around the ball. She buckles it behind his head, tightly! She is not fooling around! He gets more nervous and excited.

"I knew you'd like my biggest ball-gag, Kevin! It looks good on you! Now to put you in the dark!" She places the thick blindfold on, sliding the wide, tight elastic band over and behind his head. He can see no light at all. Now he's breathing very hard! He pulls on the handcuffs. He is well and truly trapped and at her mercy!

She grabs his nipples, pinching them hard. He yelps. She pulls and twists them, causing wonderful pain/ pleasure. She keeps it up for awhile, watching his cock become erect.

"You like this, huh, don't you Kevin?"

"Uh-huh" he says breathlessly, breathing through the ball-gag hole and his nose.

She stops and gets off the bed. She returns to pinch his nipple and clamp on a tight clothespin! He hollers in pain and surprise. She clamps his other nipple. His cock gets throbbingly hard.

"You like that too, I see!"

He strains at his tight bonds. He thinks he likes it, but he doesn't really know her! What the hell was next??

He hears the flick of her lighter and her smoke drifts over to him. She grabs his head to hold it still and suddenly her mouth is sealed over his ball-gag and she exhales into it! Smoke invades his throat and lungs and he flips out, coughing reflexively to expel it! She lets go as he loudly vocalizes in protest, coughing and straining at the tight, unyielding cuffs, shaking his head back and forth.

"Just a little second-hand smoke, Kevin! You've been breathing it all night!" She takes a drag and blows it at his face. He shakes his head, which the tightly-strapped-on wide ball-gag strap restricts. He coughs up the offending smoke and vocalizes unintelligibly.

"Never smoked, huh? Well, now you're trapped in my world! As I said, I can do whatever I want to you now!" She grabs his hard cock and jerks it up and down. "You may protest, but your cock speaks otherwise!" She slides her hand down and envelops the head with her mouth, sucking hard as she jerks it up and down vigorously.

Now she has him re-focused! She sucks and jerks his rigid member roughly. He feels an ejaculation coming on and moans in excitement. Abruptly, she stops! He vocalizes his frustration, but she is soon upon him, straddling her legs wide to slide down on his cock. He changes his tune quickly!

She plops down on him and gyrates. "Oops, forgot the condom, but that's OK! Here, Kevin, hold this!" Suddenly the breathing hole in his gag is plugged. She's stuck the cigarette in it! Before he was fully aware of what she was doing, he tried to breathe through his mouth and inhaled a big hit of smoke! It assaulted his lungs and he reflexively tried to cough it out. As he did so, he inhaled more! Oh shit!! He was panicky.

He had only once taken a drag on a cigarette as a teenager, dared to by a girl he was infatuated with. He hated it and never did it again! As he struggled to breathe through his nose only, choking on the horrible smoke, she began bouncing up and down on his rigid cock. She flicked at the clothespins clamping his nipples. "You'd better keep your head still, Kevin! Don't knock the lit ash off! Breathe through your nose!"

He tried to calm down and not panic. He felt the acrid smoke in his throat, lungs and nose. He couldn't believe she was forcing him to smoke! He coughed and sputtered as she rode him harder. His head spun. What a crazy mix of sensations!

"You see that hole is the perfect size for a cigarette! It's stuck in there good! How do you like my smoking ball-gag?"

He moans, coughs and grunts. More smoke is inhaled through his nose. Some seeps in through the filter jammed in the big ball filling his mouth. He can't escape it! Unaccustomed as he is to the direct effects of smoking, he feels a sudden jolting high as the nicotine gets into his system. He expels his breath hard through his nostrils and breathes more shallowly between coughs. "I can't believe this bitch!" he thinks. "Now I know she's the dangerous type!" He strains at his tight bonds.

She continues riding him hard and he can't ignore how good it feels! The mix of sensations is overwhelming him. She nears climax, occasionally swatting at his nipple clothespins. She enjoys having him under her control, giving him something unpleasant while pleasuring him! He's trapped in her bondage lair and is therefore subject to whatever cruel, unusual and pleasurable treatments she cares to administer!

Now she works to get him off while he smokes! She orgasms and grinds on him. Now he's dealing with the invasive, noxious cigarette smoke a little better, feeling very high and nearing orgasm.

"You gonna cum, Kevin, you gonna cum? Come on, come on!"

He moans urgently between coughs. She grinds harder on him, nearing another climax. Now he is getting close. He strains to move and breathes harder, inadvertently breathing in more smoke! Then he squirts into her as he coughs and chokes. He feels high as a kite! He stiffens, hollering out. Then she comes, pressing down on her clit piercing ring, making happy sounds. She realizes he has finally got off and relaxes.

"There ya go, Kevin! See how smoking and sex can go together? I'll bet you're pretty high!" He moans, snorts and coughs. Smoke spews out of his nostrils. His head is really spinning! "Done with your smoke, 'dear'?"

*Cough!* "Mm-hmm!" *Cough!*

She finally removes the cigarette from his ball-gag, still sitting on him, his spent cock shrinking in her wet pussy. She smokes the rest of it as he recovers. She snatches the clothespins from his nipples, causing a yelp at the pain. He feels nauseous and light-headed. His throat and lungs burn. His nasal cavity is very irritated. His eyes water under the tight blindfold. For the hell of it, she pinches his tits, eliciting the appropriate response.

She slithers off of him and grabs the nearby cloth, wiping her sex off, then his. She admires his stretched-out, muscular, hairy body. He moans, feeling like the bed is spinning. He feels thoroughly polluted and smoke-violated. What to do now? She sits next to him and affectionately scratches his ribs.

"Well, now you're a smoker! How'd ya like another cigarette?" He vocalizes 'no' emphatically. "Ha-ha! I was just kidding! Just rest and recover for awhile. You told me you like to be in bondage, so I'll leave you there for awhile! I'm hungry! I'm gonna go fix something. Be back in a while, 'Dear'!"

He moans exasperatedly as she goes to the kitchen. He'll get her back! He thinks of devious smoking-related tortures to inflict on her. He coughs. She leaves him there for a long time, making food preparation noises in the kitchen. He relaxes more in his smoke and nicotine-induced bondage haze, incredulous of the events of this evening. What an unbelievable first date!!


Part 2

He lay there tautly spread-eagled on her queen-sized bed in the tight cuffs, ball-gagged and blindfolded while she cooked eggs and sausage in the kitchen. The effects of the forced cigarette smoking she'd inflicted on him were manifold: his respiratory system was extremely irritated, he was coughing and felt very polluted and was seriously buzzed, being a non-smoker!

"This crazy little minx!" he thinks. "I've fallen into her trap! How many other guys has she done this to??" He pulls at the fur-lined handcuffs trapping his wrists to the posts and the tight padded leather cuffs at his ankles. She has pulled the attached ropes very tightly to the bottom posts! He can find hardly any purchase to move or bend his stretched limbs.
His shoulders feel the strain.

The tightly-strapped huge ball-gag stretches his jaw and lips very widely and the tight padded leather blindfold allows no light at all. The aromas of eggs and sausage get to him and he realizes he is hungry. A long time passes and he relaxes as best he can. He coughs. All-in-all, it's been a fantastic evening, despite the forcible smoke inhaling! He was even turned-on in masochistic fashion when she blew the initial smoke through the ball-gag hole.

He's had her in bed bondage, got laid, got her off multiple times, he's been put in strict bondage and got off again! Not bad at all! And they've just met! His throat, lungs and sinuses feel the detrimental smoking effects but he doesn't really mind this nicotine high right now! "Oh, what she's done to me!" he thinks. "What's next?? When will she release me? I've got some plans for her!"

He languishes in his bondage and his cock starts to get hard again. Being in bondage has always been a big turn-on for him. Now that he's feeling better and is relaxed and high, he's feeling excited again! He waits for her, his cock getting erect.

Finally, she comes in. "Hey, Kev- Oh my, you're hard again! I guess you're not that mad at me, judging by that!"

"Uh-uh."

"You really do love being tied up, don't you? This could be a match made in heaven... or hell! Ha-ha! I have scrambled eggs and sausage for you! I came to feed you while you're tied up! I figured you'd enjoy that! I'll get your gag and blindfold off!"

She unstraps the tight, huge "smoking" ball-gag and pops it out of his mouth. She removes the blindfold. He moves his sore, stretched jaw around and breathes in relief. All he can taste is smoke. He looks at her, getting his jaw working. "Now I know you're mad I made you inhale smoke, Kevin. We had a good time though! You got off again and so did I! You're passing your test very well so far! You're enjoying your bondage, I can tell!" She slaps at his hard cock. "I bet you feel pretty buzzed!"

"Yeah, Kira, I'm pretty buzzed alright! You fucked me up, but you fucked me good! I feel so polluted!" He coughs.

"I know. Let's get some food in you!"

He's not surprised she's not apologizing. She did what she wanted and he simply had to deal with it and accept it! So she was testing him. He was sure going to put her to the test! She feeds him alternating bites of scrambled eggs and breakfast sausage. He enjoys it immensely. She gives him sips of orange juice through a straw. Her demeanor now is tender and affectionate. He admires her pretty face and her nice breasts and pierced nipples.

He eats it all as she finishes silently feeding him, smiling tenderly at him. He takes his last sips of juice, feeling much better. "Thank-you, Kira! That was very good!"

"You're welcome, Kevin." She lies down on her side to snuggle against his bound form, putting her leg over his tied-down leg and her head on his chest. "I like your hairy chest and beard. I like you" she says, running her fingers through his chest hairs, occasionally scratching at his nipples, watching them perk up. His cock perks up again. He pulls at his tight cuffs.

"I like you too, Kira." Except for the smoking! he thinks.

She moves up to suck on his neck, scratching at his nipple. She sucks hard and long, leaving a small hickey. "Now you're marked, how do you like that?"

He gives a short, closed-mouth chuckle. "OK. Kira, please don't make me smoke again. I really hate it. I feel so damn polluted and violated. I can tolerate second-hand smoke, but I am not a smoker!"

"OK, Kevin." She grabs his cock and sucks and nibbles on his nipple, getting him more aroused. She grips his hard cock hard, jerking it roughly up and down. She works his nipple good and keeps up a steady hard, fast jerking motion, aiming to jerk him off. He strains at his bonds and breathes hard. She's just incredible! he thinks.

"Aahh, yeah, Kira! That's real nice! Aahh!"

The sensations build as she keeps it up with alacrity, sensing his moment nearing. He can't believe he's going to get off again! This night beats all! Suddenly he spurts on his belly, exclaiming his ecstasy and coughing.

She watches as he squirts, smiling. She's very pleased with herself. "Does that make up for the smoking, 'dear'?"

"Yeah, uh-huh. Thanks." he pants and wheezes. Right now he's in nirvana.

She observes his blissed-out look. "Comfortable enough, 'dear'?"

"Yeah, I guess so-"

"You mentioned you love being in bondage" she says, tickling at his ribs as she wipes him off.

He squirms. "Yeah, but I don't know-"

"It does turn me on to have you tied up, Kevin!" she says, cutting him off. "Some men are weird about it, but you're OK!" She tickles him some more, eliciting tickle-laughs. "I could keep you tied-up all night! Like this, or maybe some other strict and stringent way! What do you say?" Before he can answer, she tickles him hard, her nails digging into his ribs. "I like your laugh!" Her entrancing blue eyes sparkle.

He feels a little too vulnerable stretched out like this. Her tickling is driving him crazy! All night?? It was only about 11:30 now. "I don't know, Kira. It's been an amazing night! We could take a break, then it could be your turn to be tied up!"

"Hmm, I don't know. I'll have a smoke and think about it." He sighs. More damn smoke. "First I'm going to re-gag you. You've had enough say for now!"

"That's not necessary, Kira. Let's take turns-"

"I said that's enough out of you! Open wide! I'll decide!"

"But-" She jams the enormous smoke-permeated ball-gag against his mouth and forces it in as he moans. Her eyes are fierce now. She straps it very tightly behind his head. "Oh, my aching jaw!" he thinks as the big rubber ball again locks his jaw wide-open and stretches his lips.

She lights a cigarette sitting on the side of the bed, draws hard on it and deliberately blows smoke at him. He breathes it in, despising it and coughing. He tugs on the unyielding tight cuffs. "So what to do?" She takes another drag. "I feel like keeping you tied up. You'd like to tie me up. Hmm..." He eyes her nervously. "I'm the one in control now! I like it! You're caught in my bondage web now! You like to be tied up!" He moans as she sits there smoking, occasionally blowing some his way, smirking at him.

It seems his fate is sealed. He wonders if she's some kind of psycho control-freak. "I'm going to the kitchen to eat, 'dear'. Don't move! Ha-ha!" She extinguishes the cigarette in the ashtray and sticks the filter into the ball-gag for the hell of it, plugging the hole so he can now breathe only through his nose. He's happy it's not still burning!

She shuts off the light and goes into the kitchen. He lies there frustrated and nervous. Yes, he is like a fly caught in this vixen-spider's bondage web! Again he tugs fruitlessly at his widely-spread, cuffed wrists and ankles. He sighs and carefully swallows saliva. "Here's a hell of a fantasy!" he thinks. "Both for me and for her!" He supposes he really is enjoying this again. His shoulder ache is practically gone and his jaw is again becoming accustomed to the huge ball stretching it. She did strap it in very tightly! His cock becomes semi-hard. He doesn't want her to see it hard again when she returns, lest she should take it as a sign that he wanted more! He really wants to tie her up good!

He has plans for her, but will she let him turn the tables? How devious and sadistic is this woman?? Time passes as he ruminates and looks back on this incredible evening. He had no plans for tomorrow, Saturday. What plans does she have for him?? Now a lot of time has passed and all he can hear is faint TV sounds. He looks at the glowing bedside display clock. "She's been gone for over an hour now! She's really fucking with me now!" he thinks. "She's out there watching TV! Or has she fallen asleep?" His feet and hands are starting to feel cold. He moves and clenches them. He pulls at the tight cuffs and moans loudly. He feels the totality of his bondage predicament and his cock gets hard in spite of himself.

He watches the minutes slowly tick by. Saliva trickles down his throat. Suddenly the overhead light flicks on, blinding him. "Sorry, Kevin, I fell asleep watching TV! I'm sure you've been enjoying yourself, though!" She grabs his hard cock and shakes it. He curses at it for giving him away. She smiles at him mischievously and goes to the bottom of the bed. She starts tickling his foot as he jerks and starts laughing and hollering uncontrollably, trying to pull his foot away.

"So, I've been thinking, Kevin" she says as she moves over to his other foot and resumes driving him nuts, scratching at his sole with her sharp nails. "We can take turns, it's only fair!" She goes back to his other foot and tickles away as he jerks and screams. "I'll let you out so you can bind me up however you like." She goes back to his other foot to resume the tickle-torture. He laughs, hollers and screams. "Then we'll see about later! We're going to keep taking turns! Understand?"

He makes an affirmative sound between nasal hollers. She stops and unties the taut ropes to his ankle cuffs and unbuckles them as he breathes happily in relief. She unlocks the handcuffs and at last he's free. He sighs and rubs his marked wrists. He unbuckles the jaw-distending ball-gag and works it out of his mouth. He takes a little time for recovery as she goes to get another smoke. He spanks her on the ass and smiles, going to take a piss and rinse off the ball-gag. He's had a lot of time to contemplate what to do to her and finally has the opportunity!

He goes back into the bedroom and opens the bondage chest, smiling at her as she smokes. He's going to truss her up good! He's sick of all the cigarette smoke tonight, but has special smoking plans for her! She had been tough on him and is apprehensive about what he may do in retribution. She looks over and sees he has pulled out her tight black leather armbinder and a posture collar, smiling at her. She smiles back meekly.

"First, your smoking ball-gag! Here, put it on and stick that cigarette in it!" She takes it and begins working it between her teeth as he watches excitedly. It jacks her jaw open to the max and stretches her nice full red lips out very widely and thinly, firmly sealing her mouth. "That ball-gag is certainly not for wimps! What a jaw-stretcher! It looks great on you!" She starts to buckle it but he stops her. "First, I'll put on your posture collar! Just hold it there!" She sighs as he positions the shaped, molded 3" padded leather collar around her neck, squeezing it tightly to buckle the two back straps as snugly as possible. He grabs the wide ball-gag straps and buckles it on tightly over the posture collar.

"Put that cigarette in it now!" She sticks it in the gag's hole securely and draws on it as it glows red. The smoke streams out of her nostrils with a little wheeze. She cannot move her head at all and it is tilted back due to the huge gag stuffing her mouth. "I never thought smoking was very sexy until now!" She lets out a stifled, smoky chuckle as smoke gets in her eyes.

"Now let's see how tight we can get this armbinder, my smoky one!" He's really enjoying this! she thinks. She puts her arms behind her back and he snugs it up her arms. It has straps that go under her armpits and over her shoulders, to a back "Y" strap to pull up and notch the armbinder into. He adjusts the straps tightly and ratchets up the back buckle-strap to pull the armbinder up fully, seating her hands snugly into the tight pouch. It is of very high quality, seemingly made just for her.

He begins tightening the lacing, done in the familiar inside-outside "X" lacing pattern, like her corset. As he makes his way up tugging hard at the lacing, her arms are drawn closer and closer together. She breathes faster in excitement and breathes in more smoke as he progresses, squeezing her forearms, then her elbows tightly together. He is very happy to see her flexibility and her ability to take it laced fully closed! It is super-tight! She moans as she feels the shoulder and arm strain.

He relentlessly tugs and laces the two sides tightly together up over her elbows, to the top grommets mid-way up her biceps. She moans and groans and smokes. He ties it off tightly. It is drawn fully-closed, crushing her arms together. He is impressed! What an amazing fit! He fastens the attached straps tightly around her wrists and elbows. He grabs her crushed, trapped arms, moving them up and down.

"Wow, Kira, that is really fucking tight! Nice armbinder! You'd never get out of that!" She moans in agreement. He didn't cut her any slack! She is breathing hard and excitedly, drawing in more smoke. "It ain't right unless it's tight!" he says.

He beholds her and gets more erect. Her beautiful boobs are thrust out nicely with her arms leather-welded behind her. Her pierced, hard, protruding nipples are irresistible. He pinches and twists them, driving her nuts and making her wet. What a sexy bondage slut she is! he thinks. Smoke comes out of her nostrils as she coughs a little bit.

He had noticed the strategically-placed screw-hooks in the ceiling to take advantage of. He gets a long length of rope from the chest and loops it through the metal ring at the end of the armbinder. He lifts it up and gives her a few spanks. She squeals, loving it. He pushes the bondage chest away from the footboard and guides her to the bottom of the bed, facing the headboard. He bends her over and spanks her a little more as she yelps and wiggles her nice ass. He gets up on the bed and threads the armbinder ring rope through the ceiling hook above the footboard and jumps down.

He pulls down on it as her leather-bound arms raise up, forcing her to remain bent-forward. The smoke comes up into her face. She moans as her sheathed arms go up and up, above her head. When they are raised at a 45 degree angle, he loops the rope ends back through the ring of the armbinder, tying it off. Now her ass is his! She grunts at the shoulder strain and discomfort. He can't resist giving her ass a few more spanks, getting her hot and bothered.

He goes to the kitchen and brings back a large bowl of water, placing it under her smoky head on the bed. "Here's your 'ashtray', dear!" He then straps on the leather ankle cuffs with the ropes attached and pulls one leg out toward the bottom of the corner post, tying it off, then the other. She moans, groans and breathes hard, coughing a bit as smoke gets into her nose. Her legs are now spread about 3 feet apart. The separation of her legs has caused her bound arms to be raised a few degrees more up behind her. She is stuck in a strict strappado. The strain on her limbs and body is exquisite. She moves her ass back and forth and tugs at her bonds.

She's never smoked in this position or predicament before! The smoke keeps drifting up into her nose and eyes with her head facing down. She can't turn her head away from it with the tight posture collar and ball-gag strapped over it holding her head immobile. She wants to feel more of a nicotine high, so she inhales a hit through the ball-gag. Smoke pours out of her nose and more goes up it, making her cough in irritation. Her lips are tightly sealed around the big ball-gag. Her eyes water. He watches her intently.

"Enjoying your smoke, 'dear'??" he asks, mocking her mocking of him earlier.

"Mm-hmm!" She doesn't want to appear weak to him. She can take it! He scratches at her nipples. She squeals and draws on the cigarette through the ball-gag. A little drool escapes the corner of her mouth at the tight wide strap. Smoke spews out of her nostrils.

He smiles and goes to get more rope. He ties her spread thighs tightly to the slatted footboard, going around each about a dozen times. He gets another length of rope and ties it to the steel ring at the front of the posture collar. She moans as he pulls it tightly to the bottom bed-rail, making her bend over more and putting more strain on her shoulders. He ties it off and she is totally immobilized!

The cigarette smoke drifts up and envelops her head. Her eyes water and she coughs. Now it is she wondering what she has got herself into! He has her in an incredibly strict and strenuous bind! "Oh shit!" she thinks. "He must be really mad at me! I can't fucking move and this smoke keeps coming up in my face! He's getting me back, alright!" Ashes drop into the water. Her hands tingle and feel prickly.

He goes into the nightstand drawer and pulls out a long wide, and a long narrow, flexible vibrator he had seen there earlier. He puts them in front of her smoky face as her eyes widen and she moans in excitement. He coats them with warming lube and turns the power on all the way up. He squats down behind her, admiring the view from her curvy ass up to her suspended crushed-together arms and hands in the armbinder.

He slowly inserts the narrow vibrator in her ass as she squeals and tries to move. Bound as securely and stringently as she is, her wiggle-room is non-existent! He slowly pushes the buzzing invader fully in as she makes high-pitched noises. Then he jams the fat one into her pussy. She gasps and breathes in more smoke, coughing.

He starts screwing her in both orifices with the powerful vibrators as she mews and snorts. He increases the pace. This stimulation along with the strain on her shoulders and trapped arms fuels her masochistic sex-citement. She moans and drools and smokes and coughs. He cups his hand on her crotch, holding the anal vibrator all the way in with his palm as he rapidly pushes the other one in and out with his fingers. He reaches around and squeezes her breast hard, pinching her pierced nipple.

She is practically screaming now as she tries to move her head, losing it. She sucks hard on the huge gag, getting a big hit of smoke. Her mouth, throat, nose and lungs are full of smoke. She coughs and vocalizes loudly, straining at her tight bonds. Her eyes water as she drools from the corners of her stretched-out mouth. She comes and shakes and shudders, screaming through her nose. He keeps it up hard with the vibrator screwing and nipple pinching, forcing more orgasms out of her. She coughs, hollers and shudders more, climaxing out of control! The burned-down cigarette remains stuck fast in the ball-gag, smoking her up good. He keeps it up for a while longer, loving it, driving her crazy! He gets all excited and hard again, but is happy for now just to torture-pleasure her.

He finally ceases his vibratory and pinching assault, letting the high-powered units fall out of her. She moans and coughs, all shaky. "There ya go, 'Smokey'! You're all smoked up and orgasmed out in tough bondage! Looks like you're about finished with that cigarette!" He removes it from the tight gag hole and drops it into the water. She sighs and moans and coughs in relief. "I'm sure you're ready for another, Ms. Chain Smoker!"

She blows smoke through the hole and coughs out an "uh-uh!"

"Well, maybe you could use a little break, but just a short one, my smoke fiend!" She moans and drools and whines. "I'm gonna get a drink in the kitchen. Got beer?"

"Uh-huh" she replies tiredly. He goes to get a beer. She endures the strict, tough bondage motionlessly, worn out. Her arms and shoulders tingle and ache in the super-tight suspended armbinder. She coughs to clear her lungs out. "Man, am I fucked!" she thinks. "I can hardly move a muscle!! He's got me good!!" Saliva seeps out uncontrollably from her ball-stretched lips into the bowl of water. Her pussy still tingles from his thorough vibrator fucking and her rear passage is a bit sore. She moans, tied fast to the footboard with legs widely spread, thinking how well he's gotten her back! She wheezes and coughs and snorts out, her sinuses irritated.

He silently watches her from the doorway, swigging his beer, admiring her sexy bound form, her dripping pussy and hanging titties. What an absolutely incredible night!! He walks up behind her and slaps her ass, startling her. He gets her pack of cigarettes and pulls one out as she watches him wide-eyed. She growls and shakes her rigidly-held head minisculely.

"Come on, Kira! You love to smoke! You're a total addict! You never seem to get enough of it!" She moans and glares at him. He is undaunted. "Now just accept your 'medicine'!" He jams the cigarette into the hole in the gag, smiling as if he's doing her a favor as she moans unappreciatively, drooling more from her stretched lower lip. He gets her lighter and flicks it, bringing it near the tip of the cigarette as she protests and coughs, looking at him pleadingly. He hesitates.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't light it!"

"Mmpphh! Mmm-MMMHH!"

"What?? I don't understand!"

She makes more loud, incoherent noises, drooling.

"You're not being very coherent, Kira!" He's delighting in this sadistic teasing! "But you seem to be conveying an aversion to smoking a cigarette!" He makes a look of mock shock. "So unlike you! OK, enough of this playing around! Look, you're drooling for this smoke!"

He lights it with a flourish and stares at her intently. She moans dejectedly as the smoke drifts up into her facing-down face. "Now enjoy your smoke, 'dear'! Take a good hit of that wonderful smoke!" She reluctantly sucks on the ball, drawing in the smoke and inhaling it. He smiles as she expels it from her nose, wheezing. "There! You should be feeling better now! Get that wonderful smoke and nicotine into your system!" She squints at him through the smoke and draws on it again. She stifles a cough as she exhales it, and some from the tip goes up her nostrils. Her eyes get all watery. She simply cannot avoid the smoke. She jerks her shoulders side-to-side.

He playfully swats at her hanging titties, causing more moaning. Taking in the totality of her bound, smoking form, he strokes his cock and goes behind her, preparing for entry. He pokes at her anus and decides to insert there after a quick application of the warming lube on his hard cock and between her cheeks to run down. She squeals in surprise as he gets the tip in with short thrusting motions, slowly going in deeper. "Aren't you glad I got your ass warmed up and lubricated, Kira?" She moans unenthusiastically. He gets about half-way in with quick, short thrusts. "Oooh, that feels good! So nice and tight!" He slowly thrusts his way in deeper as she moans and squeals and coughs and breathes out hard.

He pours more lube down her ass-crack to trickle down and ease things along. She moans and tugs at her suspended leather-sheathed, semi-numbed arms. The smoke shrouds her head and she keeps her eyes shut. Ashes drop into the water. He sets down the lubricating oil and grabs her immobilized hips, thrusting deeper. Then he alternates hands, one gripping her and the other spanking her tight ass as he thrusts. He gets into a steady, full-thrusting rhythm as her ass cheeks turn red. He's administering smoking-aversion therapy, for all the good it will do!

He moans, grunts and sighs in delight. It is so tight and stimulating, he thinks he may cum again, to his surprise. Her ass being fucked and spanked relentlessly while forcibly smoking in hard bondage revs up her masochistic sexual energy. She moans, squeals and squirms and tugs and smokes as he screws and spanks away. It hurts and stings so good! Now she is hot and excited! She inhales more smoke through the ball-gag, filling her respiratory system and coughing. She doesn't care now, she's into the whole scene! She's high as hell!

All the sensations overwhelm her and she has a shattering orgasm. She screams and hollers and shakes. This was unexpected! His punishment has turned into something else! He cums in her soon after her overwhelming climax, making loud sounds of ecstasy. He relaxes his tight grip on her hips and relaxes, letting his cock slowly slide out of her. She moans loudly and breathes hard, coughing and drooling, her stringent position unchanged. She doesn't really care about the smoke or the harsh bondage right now! This has turned out OK for her! The powerful orgasm has shaken her to the core and she feels high as hell!

He removes the smoldering cigarette from the ball-gag and drops it into the bowl of water. She expels smoke out of her nostrils and the ball hole. She coughs and giggles in happiness and relief. She feels giddy. Her red ass cheeks sting wonderfully, her asshole feels sore in a good way! "OK Kira! Do you think you've had your smoke 'quota' for the night?"

She coughs out an "uh-huh!"

"Alright, then!" He unties the taut rope to her posture collar from the bottom of the bed. Then he unties the rope anchoring the armbinder up to the ceiling hook and slowly lowers her crushingly-bound half-numb arms down, eliciting sounds of relief and pain. She slowly gets upright, moaning loudly. Circulation and feeling slowly begins to return as her arms and hands sting and tingle. It feels like a thousand needles are pricking her under the severe armbinder! She moves her sore shoulders back and forth to help get her arms working and the feeling back in the super-tight laced and belted leather sheath, making loud noises. Her elbows are really squeezed tightly together! He leaves her legs tied to the footboard.

He gets paper towels to wipe them both off and wipe the messy floor under her. "How'd you like a beer, 'dear'?"

"Uh-huh!" she exclaims enthusiastically.

He goes to get a bottle and twists off the cap. He sets it down and unstraps the tight ball-gag, then the tight posture collar. He removes the collar and works the huge ball out of her stretched mouth, trailing saliva. "Aahhh!" she says as she starts to get her mouth and sore jaw working. She coughs. He wipes her mouth and chin and cleavage.

"Hey, Kevin, you can be a real bastard! I'd say we're a good match, 'cuz I can be a real bitch!"

He chuckles. "Yeah, true."

"Now gimme a drink of beer!"

He puts it up to her mouth as she thirstily chugs it, dribbling some down her front. She finally gives him the "enough" signal and he takes it away.

She burps loudly. She moves her sheathed arms around as more prickly, stinging feeling returns to her arms and hands. She coughs. "More, please!"

He tilts the bottle up in her mouth and she chugs away. A sexy, helpless bound babe chugging beer and dripping his sperm fluid out of her asshole! What could be better?? She signals for him to stop and dribbles some as he takes it away. She chuckles as it runs down between her breasts and she burps again. She and her arms are feeling much better.

"OK, I'll finish it now!"

He tilts it up and she guzzles it all down, dribbling on herself a little more. What a woman! he thinks. "Thanks, Kevin!"

"You're welcome!" He wipes the beer off of her, enjoying her breasts. "I'll untie your legs, 'dear'! How's your arms and hands?"

"Much better! I do love this armbinder! I think I'll keep it on for awhile! I don't think I've ever had it laced this tight! Good job!"

"Thanks, Kira." He gets her legs untied and uncuffed and she turns around and gives him a quick tongue-kiss.

"Gotta go pee-pee!" She goes to the bathroom and squats on the toilet. She pees and also poops a little, to her surprise! "Can't wipe myself, Kevin!" He comes in and she tells him he needs to wipe more than just her front. Oh well, he thinks, he's had his dick way up in there already! He dutifully wipes her off and decides to wash her off thoroughly with a warm washcloth, then himself. She is impressed with his thoroughness.

He scoops her up in his strong arms and carries her back to the bedroom, her bound arms hanging out. He deposits her on the bed on her side and puts a pillow under her head. He lies down beside her, propping his head on his hand, smiling at her. She looks very happy. Her boobies are thrust out nicely at him with her arms smushed together behind her in the awesome armbinder.

"Kira, this has been the most amazing, incredible night!"

"Yes, it has, Kevin! I think you're quite a guy!"

"I think you're quite a gal!" She looks incredibly sexy and beautiful to him. He finds himself stroking his hardening cock.

"There ya go again!" she says, looking at his cock. She coughs, yawns and burps. They laugh, admiring each other.

"Well, Mr. Dick is very happy, and I'm tired! Are you gonna try to sleep with that armbinder on?"

"Yeah, I think maybe I can. My arms and shoulders feel much better now. I slept with it on once before. I'm really wiped out, thanks to you! Turn out the light."

He turns off the bedside light and kisses her in the dark. He puts his arm around her and hugs her around her tightly-sheathed arms. The goodnight kiss escalates into something more as she moans and their tongues rub together. He is turned on by her lip and tongue piercings. She breathes hot into his mouth and makes sexy noises. He rubs his chest against her heaving breasts and pierced nipples and squeezes her tighter around her bound arms. His hard cock rubs against her thighs and she sighs.

She lifts her leg and he enters her, slowly, rhythmically thrusting. They sigh and moan as the pace and crescendo builds. He can't believe they're having sex again, and neither can she! This is like a dream! He squeezes her clamped arms tightly as she tries to move them and she licks and sucks at his neck. She moans in high-pitch and thrusts urgently against him. The added dimension of having her arms trapped in the armbinder with him squeezing them tightly aids in getting her off quickly. She climaxes and shudders, sighing and moaning lustily.

He doesn't know if he has anything left to ejaculate, but her excitement is contagious! He feels the trigger pulling and he shoots into her with fast, hard, jerking motions. Now they're both really spent! They sigh and breathe heavily and lie there in his arms for a long time, feeling euphoric and exhausted and incredulous of this evening.

He finally lets go of her and reaches at bedside for the paper towels to wipe off with. They lie there relaxing in the darkness, he on his back. She relishes the feeling of the tight armbinder trapping her arms and hands so inescapably. She coughs and clears her throat.

"Kevin, I'd like a cigarette."

"What??!" He snaps to his side, facing her. "You've gotta be kidding!!"

"Ha-ha-ha! Yes, I am! Goodnight, dear!"

He smiles. "Goodnight, dear."


Part 3 (added: 09/19/2010)

The exhausted pair slept very well for about 3 hours until he had to get up to pee. She awakened and followed right behind to take a piss, her arms still bound super-tightly behind in the stringent leather armbinder. They smiled at each other as he dabbed at her crotch. He coughed, his lungs and throat still irritated from the forced smoking earlier.

"How's your arms and shoulders doing, Kira? Have you slept OK?"

"They're doin' OK and yeah, I've slept well, surprisingly. I still think I can leave it on all night. I like how tight it feels. Remember, Kevin, we're gonna take turns in bondage, as you agreed, so in the morning, be ready!" she said, smirking slyly.

"What should I be ready for?" he asked, back in the bedroom admiring her thrust-out boobs, piercings, tattoos and sexy-slim shape.

"For the toughest bondage of your life, boy!" Her beautiful blue eyes twinkle. He loves the black mascara that has run down her cheeks from her last bound smoky, eye-watering session. "I just let you bind me up as you saw fit, and it was really tough, so I'm gonna tie you up good, however I like!" She plops down on the bed and lies down on her side on the pillow facing him, appearing armless.

He leaves the light on to look at her, feeling aroused again. He lies down on his side, head propped on his hand, the other fingering his cock. "You're a dangerous girl, Kira. What if I just leave that armbinder on you?" he says, smirking at her.

"Oh, you'll take it off in the morning, Kevin! Or there'll be consequences you won't like!"

"Ha-ha. OK, girl. This is going to be quite a weekend!"

"Yes it is, boy, one you'll never forget! Never-mind about that hard cock now! We need some sleep. Turn out the light."

He turns off the bedside lamp and moves over to her, putting his right arm under her pillow. He licks her nose and puts his other arm around her, pressing his chest into hers hard against her pierced nipples.

"What are you doing, Kevin?" she asks tersely.

"Being close to you."

She writhes and strains her crushingly-bound arms as he holds her tighter around them, rubbing against her. He licks her reluctant lips. "Now you've gotta be kidding, Kevin! Haven't we fucked enough tonight??"

"I don't know, Mr. Dick doesn't seem to think so!" He nuzzles and licks her.

"Oh man, you're really somethin'! My pussy's worn out! I'm tired! Just relax and try to sleep!"

He presses his cock between her thighs. "Sorry, Kira, but my other head's in control now!" He licks and sucks at her neck. She sighs in exasperation, but is beginning to feel aroused. She relaxes and moans.

"OK, Kevin, but this'll cost you!"

"Cost me what, Kira?" He slides his hard cock up toward her sweet spot, undaunted.

"More bondage time tomorrow!"

"Oh, well" he says, poking at her opening, getting further excited at the prospect of being in prolonged tight bondage. He knows he may regret it later, but right now he's just one-track-minded. She lifts her thigh and relaxes more, beginning to heat up. He slowly pushes into her, sliding his body up, grabbing her leather-bound arms tightly. She sighs as he gets into a rhythm and moans happily.

He awakes in the morning to the brightening day. She has rolled over onto her other side. He admires her trapped arms in the black tightly-laced and strapped binder, amazed she could sleep like that all night with her arms and hands pulled so tightly together. "That'll leave marks" he thinks. He gets up to piss and crap. He comes back and she is stirring. He helps her sit up on the side of the bed. They smile a "good morning" to each other.

"I need a cigarette, please."

"OK." He goes to get one and her lighter. She clamps it between her nice full lips and she lifts her head, eager for that first nico-hit to start the day. He flicks the lighter but teasingly keeps it just out of reach as she leans forward.

"Don't fuck with me now, or you'll be sorry, Kevin" she growls. Knowing she means it, he lights it as she draws and inhales hard, casting out a billowing smoke cloud. "Aahh, gotta piss now!" The smoke follows her down the short hallway to the bathroom as he admires her from the rear.

"Another day of smoke pollution" he thinks. He coughs a little, his lungs and throat still feeling yesterday's traumatic bound smoking ordeal's effects. He had gotten her back, now it's her turn. He is nervous and excited. She calls for him and he goes to wipe her, relieved she's only pissed. She smiles a pursed-lips cigarette smile and she heads back to the bedroom.

"Alright, Kevin, I've had this wicked armbinder on for nearly 7 hours now! Undo it while I finish my smoke, please." He undoes the tight straps around her elbows and wrists, then the straps around her shoulders and at her back. He unties the tight laces at the top of the binder mid-way up her squeezed biceps. He works his way down, pulling the super-taut lacing loose as she sighs and aaahs in relief, her elbows, arms and hands finally released from being in contact together for all those hours. He shrugs the super-strict sheath down off her arms as she moans and lets them hang limply for a long time, shaking them occasionally, getting her tingly hands working. Her shoulders are sore. She has red strap-marks around her shoulders and indentations up along her arms.

She rubs her sore hands and wrists together and finally takes the cigarette out of her mouth. "Wow, that was a hell of a long time with that on that tight! Whoo!"

"Yeah, that was amazing, Kira! Very impressive! Let's get some breakfast! Whadaya got?"

"Eggs, cereal, toast, juice, coffee, beer. Look at my face! Gotta shower. Wanna join me?"

"Sure!"

She stubs out her cigarette and playfully blows smoke in his face. He coughs and gives her ass a spank going into the bathroom.

They get into the hot shower and sensuously rub together, soaping up each other. He gets hard, pressing against her slippery ass-crack. "No sex now, Kevin! I've got plans for that later, you horny bastard!" She grabs and shakes his cock. "Let's just get clean and eat!"

"Yes, dear."

They finish up and eat breakfast in the nude, admiring each other. She lights a cigarette to have with her coffee while he sips his across the kitchen table. He thinks she's gorgeous even without her make-up on. She looks at him piercingly. "So, my dear, enjoy your last freedom to move, 'cuz you're about to be bound-up so tightly, you won't be able to!"

He takes a sip. "Uh-huh. Just promise no more forced smoking!"

"I promise. Just a little second-hand smoke, dear!" She takes a drag and blows some at him with an evil smirk. He blows it back at her. She sips more coffee, her penetrating big, entrancing blue eyes staring at him under her long black bangs over her tilted mug like a hungry cat eyeing her prey. He is rightfully nervous.

They finish and she sexily motions him toward the bedroom. "Here we go!" he thinks trepidatiously. She goes into the bondage chest and pulls out a shiny, thick black latex rubber inflatable full-coverage tight hood, smiling. It is two-layered and has an inflation bladder at the back top and one below the long, narrow breathing tube for pumping up the wide internal mouth gag. It has no eye or nose openings. He gets more nervous.

"Here, honey, put this on!" she says cheerfully. "It's my favorite hood! First, put these earplugs in. Try not to pull your hairs too much!" He takes the expandable earplugs and rolls them between his forefinger and thumb, inserting them deeply into his ear canals. They expand and he is about ¾ deaf. He takes the hood hesitantly. He has a similar one and knows what an intense, hot experience it is, but this one has a longer, narrower breathing tube and the large inflatable gag. Super-intense! It also means single-airway, restricted breathing. No avoiding of any smoke.

She looks at him expectantly as he just holds it, staring at it. He looks at her and gives a big sigh. Reluctantly, his heart pounding, he puts it up to his head and begins working it down over his head. It is tight and pulls his hair uncomfortably. As he gets it down to his eyes, he glimpses her smiling triumphantly at him. He pulls it down and all is pitch-black. The inflatable rubber gag pops into his mouth behind the hard rubber bite-piece and he snugs it down all the way onto his neck. He breathes fast, hot, constricted breaths through the long, narrow mouth-tube, slowly getting acclimated to it.

"OK, dear, before I inflate it, buckle on this tall posture collar! Make it tight!"

He can barely hear her. She puts the 4" tall, rigid leather and plastic collar in his clammy hands and he encloses it snugly around his rubber-encased neck, reaching around the back to tightly buckle the 3 straps. "Nice and tightly!" she reminds him. He obeys, breathing hard. "Very good! Hands behind your back!" He does so slowly as she snaps a handcuff tightly around one wrist, then the other. He moans. "That's just for now, in case you start to freak-out when I pump up your hood and gag! I'm gonna pump it up all the way, too, my dear!" He feels a moment of panic as she begins pumping up the thick rubber gag-bladder as it slowly fills his mouth, pressing his tongue down and expanding between his molars. He pulls at the cuffs as it keeps expanding, totally cramming his oral cavity.

"How's that, dear?" He moans and groans, to her satisfaction. Then she squeezes the rear inflation bulb repeatedly, filling the double-layered hood as it begins to squeeze his entire head. The pressurized thick latex rubber expands relentlessly inward and outward, pressing tightly everywhere on his head and smushing his nose down. She keeps pumping until his head is like a hard, shiny black balloon as he helplessly groans and rattles the cuffs behind his back, fighting back the panicky feeling. The long narrow rubber tube restricts his airflow. The pressure is incredible! He feels that he can't even move his eyeballs. She flicks her finger against the fully-inflated hood, making a weird pinging sound in his occluded ears. The inflated hood renders him practically deaf.

"There, Kevin! All blown-up! Feels nice, huh?" she hollers. He makes disagreeable sounds, but his cock is getting hard. She grabs it and licks it slowly, like a lollipop. "Yes, you like that! Your cock likes it! I've had a couple guys really freak out in that hood, the wusses! But you're not a wuss, are you, Kevin?" He indicates not, but is breathing very hard. "You're gonna prove it today! Now to get you properly bound up!"

She drags over a low-backed sturdy padded stool. "Have a seat!" She pulls him by his cuffs backwards, lifting his arms as he sits, putting them behind the small back-rest. He sighs nervously. She gets a wide leather belt and fastens it around his waist and the stool-back. She closes his legs together, smushing his balls, scooching them up with his hard cock. She gets another long, wide belt to secure very tightly around his extreme upper thighs, and the stool as he moans. She squeezes his breathing tube for the hell of it, which he does not appreciate. She smiles and straps his thighs together near his knees, then at mid-thigh.

"OK, Kevin! I'm gonna tie your arms now! Rather than apply the ropes right on your skin, which would hurt after awhile and leave red marks, I'm going to put stockings and long tube-socks on your arms for protection and also to make your hands useless! To ensure your cooperation, I'll handcuff your other arm to the back support bar while I put them on. I know you're a bondage freak, so I expect your full cooperation anyway!" He breathes vocally in agreement. She unlocks one cuff from his wrist and quickly locks the other to the metal back support. She slides a couple stockings up his arm, then 4 long black tight tube socks as he breathes rapidly. She brings his sheathed arm behind him and cuffs it to the other support with another pair of handcuffs before freeing the other. She puts the stockings and socks on the other arm. His fingers are now indeed useless.

She pulls out her coils of rope from the chest and frees his wrist. She quickly loops the rope ends through the middle loop around his wrists and pulls it through, getting it semi-tight as she wraps the double-strand of rope around and around, going up his wrists a ways, then cinches it tightly in-between them with a few turns, knotting it off. He moans in excitement as his severe bondage session progresses as she loops another rope above his elbows in similar fashion, coiling it up around his lower-biceps, pulling on it to see how closely she can reasonably bind his elbows together. He moans louder as she cinches it in-between with multiple turns, forcing his arms closer together. She ties it off, his elbows about 2" apart as he feels the strain. "That seems about right, Kevin! Can you say, 'Fucked'? 'Cuz that's what you are! For a real long time! You're all mine, your body belongs to me now, not to you! And I'm not nearly done!"

He groans and moves his shoulders back and forth, his squeezed cock very hard now between his swollen balls. "Yeah, you like it, my bondage pet!" She grabs and sucks on his turgid cock, some pre-cum seeping out as he sighs pleasurably. As his bondage progresses, the severe blow-up hood becomes less fearsome and more an acceptable component of the whole experience. She pops his cock out of her mouth and gets more rope. She loops it around his bound wrists and the bottom rung of the stool, pulling it so he has to lean back more as she ties it off, arching his back. She gets a big coil of rope and ties it around his abdomen and forearms against the stool back multiple times, cinching it tightly between his arms and the back support, trapping them against it.

"Oh, yes, I am indeed fucked! More and more as time goes by!" he thinks. He feels a hard pinching and pulling at his stretched nipples as she grabs them roughly from behind. He squeals as she twists and pulls on them. Then she applies tight clothespins, making him yelp. He hears her muffled cackle as she coils more rope tightly around his chest and upper-arms, above and below his clamped nipples and ties it off. She flicks at his clothespins as he grunts and gets another large coil of rope, criss-crossing it many times around his pulled-back shoulders across his chest, going over and under at his sides and crossing at the back over his upper arms, occasionally going around his rigid posture-collar also, anchoring it down. His chest and abdomen are squeezed by the yards and yards of rope, restricting his breathing more. His shoulders and arms ache and he is sweating. His torso, arms, head and neck are completely immobilized now and he feels a breathing anxiety episode coming on in his pressurized blackness, which he fights to quell.

"Alright! How do you like that? Pretty freakin' tight! You're what, Kevin?"

"Huh?"

"What are you?? Let me hear it, you're----?"

He realizes what she means. "Uuhhh!" he says tonguelessly.

"That's right, you're fucked! Like I was last night! You were pretty tough and brutal, so now I'm returning the favor! Not done yet, Kevin! Time for a smoke break!"

He moans worriedly. He can't smell the smoke at all, but he soon feels some coming into his throat and lungs. He coughs, feeling very anxious. She keeps giving him new things to focus on in this super-stringent bondage progression. Now it is his breathing again. Suddenly a big, noxious hit of smoke invades his lungs and he hollers and chokes. He gets panicky and strains at his bonds and kicks his feet out, coughing and spewing smoke back out of the tube.

"Whoa, Kevin, you almost kicked me! I'll take care of that! Be still! It's just second-hand smoke! Remember you told me you could deal with that?!" She puts the cigarette in her mouth and roughly loops rope around his ankles, progressing up as he coughs and wheezes. She cinches it in between and loops it around the back metal rung and back to his feet resting on the front circular rung, tying it off tightly. Her smoke drifts up and he coughs, sputters and moans, fighting panic. She gets more rope and ties his ankles to both front stool legs, then between and around his feet, even between his toes tightly. She winds more very tightly up around his calves to his knees, and around his belted thighs, his lap and the stool, even at his scrunched balls at his semi-hard cock, continuing with another length around his lower abdomen and the back of the stool and his wrists, the cigarette still in her mouth, the horrible smoke snaking into his breathing tube. He strains, hollers, coughs, chokes and sweats, feeling short of breath and like he could pass out.

She is not sympathetic. "There! Calm down! Don't be a wimp!" She takes a drag and "considerately" blows it away from him out of the corner of her mouth. He strains to breathe and to move, moaning and groaning and coughing. "You're OK, Kevin! Relax!" Her words give him encouragement and he slowly gets his breaths under control, occasionally coughing and wheezing. "That's a good boy!" she says, like talking to a dog. "You're gonna be stuck there a good, long time, so get used to it! Remember earlier when you wouldn't leave me alone and you incurred more bondage time? I told you this would be the toughest bondage of your life! I'm gonna get on the computer for awhile, so I'll be right here! I may put you on my web-cam and cell-phone to show a friend or two!" He moans and wheezes and strains.

She gets online and checks e-mails and other stuff. He can't hear or see anything and he gets manifest discomforts, especially in his shoulders and numbing, tingling arms and hands. He marvels at the complete effectiveness of the incredibly tight, sweat-inducing pressurized hood and the pumped-up rubber bladder-gag filling his mouth and trapping his tongue, rendering any coherent articulation impossible. As time passes, he gets more used to the restricted tube breathing and the rope pressure on his chest and abdomen, though he feels he cannot take a full breath. His clamped nipples burn. He tries to move his tightly braced and roped neck. He progressively tries to move any part of his body, to no real avail. He's sure his semi-numbed arms have never been tied so closely together with so much rope and indeed he has never been tied up so tightly or thoroughly! She is incredible! he thinks. His sensory-deprivation is so complete, he cannot smell or taste, except for the rubber. He can only tell that she's smoking by the unpleasant feeling of it in his throat and lungs. She's not doing him any favor by staying in the room on the computer chain-smoking! He coughs. Time passes uncomfortably and sweatily, but his cock gets hard. Well, he is a bondage freak, and he's certainly getting his fill! But for how long??

He hears her talking but can't make out what she's saying. He wonders if she has put him on her web-cam and is having a bragging, animated chat with a friend about him. He hears her laugh. After awhile she gets up and snatches the clothespins off his nipples, causing him to holler in pain. She grabs his cock and yanks on it, squeezing it hard and jerking it up and down as it hardens. He moans. "So you see, Angela, he's completely at my mercy, and the beautiful thing is, he loves it! He has a great cock, but hard to tell now, it's sorta smushed!... Sure, come on over and check out my new boy-toy!"

He vocalizes in surprise and displeasure. "Too bad if you don't like it, Kevin! Nothing you can do about it!" She blows some smoke at his breathing tube from close range and he has the expected reaction, coughing, choking and moaning. He strains at the tight, inescapable ropes binding him so incredibly stringently, accomplishing nothing. "Angela and I share many things! We even bind each other up and get each other off sometimes! Now that's a real good friend! She's the one who got my corset so wickedly tight last night! She's real cool! She's a Dominatrix of sorts!"

He moans and coughs, trying to clear his lungs. "I really do like you, Kevin! You're sexy and fun! You should be honored that I'm having her come over! I've never done that before with a new guy! I've been bragging to her about you!" She flicks at his blow-up hood. He feels like a prize catch on display. He wonders how many guys she's lured into her bondage lair, but he guesses he should feel honored. He wonders about this "Dominatrix" Angela. He wonders what devious things these two may do to him. He strains and coughs as she gets dressed. "She's a smoker too, Kevin! How do you like that?" He moans and coughs through the long tube. "And she's pretty hot! Too bad you won't get to see what she looks like! Ha-ha!"

She leaves the bedroom and he uselessly struggles against the severe bondage. His hands are pretty numb and he sighs and grunts. He is losing track of time and feels all the more anxious about her friend's arrival. He breathes short, constricted breaths, having difficulty relaxing as time passes. Aches and pains and numbness become manifest but he maintains his bound composure as best he can. Finally she is back, accompanied by her friend, heralded by cigarette smoke. His heart races and he coughs.

"Angela, this is Kevin!" she says loudly.

"Nice to meet you, Kevin! Kira has told me a lot about you!"

He makes a sound of acknowledgement. "Since I can't shake your hand, I'll shake your cock!" She grabs it and pumps it up and down as he vocalizes in surprise and embarrassment and tries to squirm, breathing hard.

"What a pair!!" he thinks. He's very curious to see what she looks like in his blind state. He feels the acrid smoke in his throat and lungs and coughs.

"Let's play with him, Kira!"

"Sure, go behind him and play with his nipples while I play with his cock!"

"I like those white ropes on those black socks! You've really got him bound up good! Great job!"

He can't believe this is happening as Angela goes behind him, reaching around to scratch at his sensitive nipples with her sharp nails as Kira grabs his cock roughly, getting it hard and putting a ribbed condom on it. He hollers and squeals and strains as the pleasurable sensations go through him like electricity. This is some kind of a fantasy alright! They vigorously keep it up as his excitement level increases. He feels more cigarette smoke enter his lungs. He coughs, hollers and wheezes as Kira keeps jerking his latex-sheathed turgid member with alacrity while her friend alternates between roughly scratching and pinching his reddened nipples. He breathes hard and gets short of breath, but his arousal level increases.

"We're gonna keep it up, Kevin, until you cum!" Kira hollers. He hollers back incoherently. The combination of all this stimulation in super-strict bondage with a strange, unseen woman and the breathing restriction combined with the smoke, starts to drive him crazy as pre-cum dribbles out of his hard cock. With his legs clamped so tightly together and his balls scrunched up and the tight ropes at his scrotum and cock, her rough ministrations cause him some pain with the pleasure. They keep it up and up as the minutes go by. He feels like he could pass out, sweating heavily, coughing and straining mightily at the hundreds of feet of rope restraining his body so incredibly tightly. Nothing gives at all.

"Come on, Kevin!" Kira hollers.

"Yeah, cum on, Kevin!" Angela breathes loudly at the side of his hood, pinching his tits. They smirk at each other, Kira appreciating the double-entendre.

Between their exhortations and their and his exertions, he feels his sperm gate finally ready to open and he moans louder. The two stimulators/ tormentors grin at each other, knowing his release is near. He gushes out multiple white, hot spurts into the condom, screaming out in relief and the ecstasy of release. He spasms stiffly as he ejaculates and Angela gives his nipples a last hard squeeze. Kira squeezes the last semen out of his sore cock with a few more pumps and they smile at each other for a job well-done. He moans and coughs through the long tube, trying to catch his breath.

"There you go!" Kira says as she removes the condom and wipes him off. "You're fun to play with, Kevin! We're gonna have some coffee and a smoke now while you recover. Just relax for awhile, sweetie!" She tweaks his sore nipple and they leave the room, Angela giggling. He moans and complains and strains. He is incredulous that she's just had her friend participate in the jerk-off session. That was certainly a new experience! What the hell can be next with this woman? How long can she keep him tied-up like this?? How much extra bondage time is she going to give him because he insisted on screwing her this morning? His spent cock shrivels as he contemplates his sensory-deprived complete helplessness. He is so hot in the wicked rubber pressurized hood and the ropes are so damn tight! The ropes around his ankles and between his toes are quite uncomfortable. His roped-up arms are half-numb, but some feeling is returning to his sheathed hands.

"This bitch knows her ropes alright!" he thinks. He can just barely wiggle and squirm the slightest bit. The severe posture collar locks his black shiny latex balloon head completely immovably, aided by the tight ropes anchoring the collar's base. "She's about cinched my elbows together! Damn! My aching shoulders!" He wheezes and coughs. "How much smoke have I breathed in?? Too much!! Just incredible!! This sure is the toughest, tightest bondage ever, just like she promised!!" He moans, but he really does love it. For now.

Time passes as he does his best to relax in the severe bondage. Finally they are back. "Hey, Kevin! Angela thinks you're pretty cool! Too bad we couldn't have a proper introduction! Too bad you earned those penalty credits for keeping me awake this morning! Here's what we're doing! We're going to the store for some stuff while you stay here tied-up!" He issues a loud complaint. She grabs his cock. "Too bad for you, dear! It's penalty time for you, Mr. Horny! But I know you'll be OK, the bondage freak that you are! Be good and quiet! See you later!"

"'Bye! Nice to meet you, Kevin!" says Angela. "Too bad we didn't get to see each other! Maybe later! Ciao!"

He protests loudly, but he soon faintly hears the front door slamming and he fights panic in his bound, deaf blackness. He breathes hard as his heart races, incredulous he has been left alone. This is a dream and a nightmare for him. He's fantasized before about being left alone in severe bondage, but this is scary to be left in this state with the highly-pressurized, occluding blow-up hood on. He hollers, hoping she was kidding, but all is quiet. He is trapped and totally helpless. He begins hyperventilating, wheezing and coughing. His heart is pounding so hard and fast that he worries about having a heart-attack.

"Gotta calm down!! Calm down!!" he repeats to himself over and over. The wickedly-tight ropes hold him fast and totally immobilized. More feeling returns to his hands, giving him some solace. His throat feels dry. His tongue is smushed under the full, thick gag-bladder, which completely fills his mouth, even between his teeth, pushing against his cheeks while the rubber hood's inner lining presses in against his cheeks and entire head. His pulse pounds in his plugged ears. Slowly his panic abates as survival instincts kick in. He groans and coughs. "Damn, she's unbelievable! I can't believe this!" he thinks as he again strains and struggles to no avail at all. "I'm stuck and I'm fucked! Gotta just accept it and get my breathing right!" He settles down in bound, blind, deaf resignation.

Time passes slowly. He again marvels at how incredibly tightly, strictly and stringently she has tied him up. She's some kind of rope expert! He sweats and moans and groans and coughs. He waits anxiously for her return. He languishes in the severe bondage for an extended period, getting worried about his circulation, and eventually feels an anxiety attack coming on. He struggles uselessly, breathing hard, restricted breaths, hollering out. He re-asserts control, berating himself for almost losing his mental control again. He wonders how many guys could take this for this long. He begins to imagine that she's been gone for maybe a couple hours. He sighs in disbelief. The tight ropes dig uncomfortably into his skin. He feels the pain and strain in his shoulders and arms. His cock gets hard again.

She sits there watching him silently, occasionally glancing at the clock. She had been back for over an hour, quietly sneaking in undetected by her deaf captive. He's now been held fast by her ropes, belts, hood and collar for about 3 ½ hours since she tied the last knot. She has him on the web-cam with Angela looking in. She's been quietly typing back-and-forth with her mainly about him, his predicament and her plans for later.

"So, Angie, I think I'll finally have a smoke in here." she types. "Then he'll realize I'm back!"

"Hee-hee! Good way to let him know! Great mind-fuck you're playing on him!"

She lights a cigarette and quietly gets up, blowing the smoke at him.

He imagines he is breathing cigarette smoke, but thinks his mind is playing tricks on him. His sense of smell is nullified. Then the unmistakable noxious smoke hits his lungs in high concentration as she blows it right into his breathing tube. He coughs and chokes and hollers. He is so relieved that she is back, he is actually happy to be breathing her smoke now! He coughs and hollers excitedly, incoherently, straining at his ropes.

"Hi, Kevin! Glad to be breathing my smoke again??" He hollers and tries to stiffly nod. She pinches his nipples. "Well, don't get too excited! You've still got a couple more hours to go there yet!" She blows more smoke at him as he coughs and moans loudly. She looks at the web-cam and winks. Her friend loves it. "You have a lot of penalty time to serve!" Putting the cigarette between her full red lips, she squeezes his tits and deeply clamps on the tight clothespins while exhaling more smoke at him. He coughs and hollers and has a tantrum.

"Too bad, boy!' She grabs his cock very firmly. "Your little head here got you into this bind for the long-term! You just had to fuck me again this morning and keep me awake! You have to pay the penalty!"

He hollers, coughs and moans, making what tiny wiggling motions he can.

"Now you have to be quiet, Kevin! Take it like a man! You're stuck and that's that! You love to be tied up! Every time I hear a noise out of you, you're gonna get another dose of smoke!" He makes a growl of protest, which is promptly met by smoke being blown into the breathing tube. He coughs and hollers, which prompts her to take another drag and exhale at his tube. He chokes and coughs, trying to catch his breath, smoke issuing from the tube. "I mean it, Kevin!! You be quiet or I'm gonna keep it up!" He coughs and gasps for air, stifling his vocal chords. She watches him for a while, ready to feed him more smoke if he vocalizes again. He thinks about what a psycho control freak she is as he continues to cough and wheeze.

She pats him on his hard inflated hood. "OK, now be a good boy! Keep quiet, unless you want more smoke! Serve your sentence like a good bondage boy!" He coughs, pants and wheezes in exasperation, but refrains from vocalizing. "I'm gonna take some pictures of you now, so try to be still! Ha-ha!" She clicks pictures from all around him as he suffers in relative smoky, wheezy silence. Her friend on the computer is thoroughly enjoying this show. His throat and lungs feel raw and he can feel smoke irritating his occluded nasal cavity. His closed, pressurized eyes water. He again thinks how fucked he is and how crazy this woman is!

"Alright, I'm tired! I'm gonna take a nap on the couch! You better not wake me up!" He sighs and coughs. She finishes the cigarette as she finishes up with Angela on the computer before logging off. "Oh, I got your car earlier! It's here in the driveway! And I forgot to tell you, dear, I have to work tonight at the club serving drinks, so I really need my sleep! Angela's gonna lace me up real tight in my leather push-up corset, so she'll be back over. I'll be dressed to kill in my tight leather mini-skirt, black mesh stockings and high-heeled boots! I make great tips there! In the meantime, you'll be here on the bed all wrapped and taped-up nice and tight and cozy like a mummy!" He makes a loud exclamation before he realizes his mistake.

"There you go again! You must be taking a liking to my smoke!" He moans as she lights a cigarette. "And that'll get you more!" She inhales and blows it right at his breathing tube. He tries to breathe shallowly, but it doesn't matter. He coughs and chokes on it as she takes a couple more drags and exhales directly into the tube as he inhales, causing a severe respiratory reaction. He gasps and coughs and struggles to breathe, having a fit as smoke pours back out of the narrow tube. He shakes in his stool in distress and frustration, nearing panic. "Anything else to say?! Want more?!" He keeps quiet as he coughs and shakes. "Alright! Now I need my beauty rest, bondage boy! Behave now, dear!" She flicks at his clothespin-clamped nipples and pats his cock. She stubs out the cigarette and leaves, slamming the bedroom door.

He coughs and gasps in distress, feeling a little nauseous and high. "Boy, am I caught in this smoky spider woman's web!!" he thinks. He strains fruitlessly at the tight web of ropes. "And she wants to cocoon me tonight!! A hell of an unforgettable weekend, alright!! Wait 'til I get my hands and these ropes on her!!" He sets his bondage vengeance plot in motion as he stews, coughs and wheezes. Maybe he'll get to actually see the "hot" Angela. Maybe she's coming over to help do him up, along with Kira's corset. He feels the totality of his harsh bondage and thinks about being tightly mummified tonight, possibly at the hands of two beautiful, sexy women, a wonderful fantasy. Will they leave his cock out? He wonders if Angela might stick around after Kira leaves if she's in a sharing mood as his dick gets hard.


Part 4 (added: 12/19/2011)

As he tries to occupy his time with fantasy scenarios for the evening, along with wicked revenge plans for Kira, he cannot ignore his severely-bound aches & pains manifesting throughout his body, especially in his tightly-lashed arms and shoulders. Lower-back pains plaque him too, the pressure against the stool back hurting. The ropes cinched around his ankles & pulled between his toes are also quite bothersome. His clamped nipples scream for release from the tight clothespins. The tight ropes dig into his skin everywhere, being practically mummified in the hundreds of feet of rope. He cannot shift at all in this hellishly tight tie.

"Man, am I gonna get this bitch back when I finally get the chance!" he thinks inside the pitch-blackness of the highly-pressurized heavy latex hood that smushes his nose flat. The fully-inflated internal gag bladder totally stuffs his mouth & traps his tongue as he stews and tries to move his head, his neck severely clamped by the tight, tall leather posture-collar, anchored by the rope through the rings and around its base. He can barely feel & move his multiple sock-sheathed hands with his arms cinched and crushed together with elbows nearly touching. He wonders about nerve damage and the wicked rope-marks this lengthy tortuous session will leave.

"Damn this woman, this goes beyond any fantasy or reasonable amount of time to be bound up like this!!" He breathes hard through the narrow breath-tube and quietly groans, dreading the consequences should he wake her up as he suffers on. "Once I get through this weekend, what's she going to try to do, keep me on as her bondage-sex prisoner/ boyfriend??" he wonders. The thought perversely entices him and his cock stirs a bit. "What kind of crazy relationship will this be?? Will this switching thing be mainly in her favor? She's an interesting, sexy, crazy sado-masochist! Is this smoking shit worth it?..."

Suddenly, a loud slam reverberates through the blow-up hood and his earplugs. He jumps and vocalizes in startlement, barely noticeable in his hard-bound immobilization. His heart-rate accelerates as the first acrid hit of cigarette smoke enters his lungs through the narrow breathing tube she has just exhaled into. He coughs and gasps, but happily moans in anticipation of release at last.

"Hey, sorry I slept a little later than I had planned, Kevin!" she hollers. "You must be really sore, poor boy!" He hollers emphatically, trying to squirm, indicating his extreme distress. "Thanks for being a good, quiet boy!" She snatches the clothespins off his nipples, eliciting a scream and more coughing. She goes behind him and squeezes his stocking-sock mitted, sheathed hands. Pins and needles shoot through his hands and he moans. She keeps massaging them as feeling begins to return, working her way up his arms to his shoulders. He moans at this bit of relief as she puts her head next to his black latex balloon head.

"There, that'll do ya while I go take a shower!" He hollers and wiggles, pleading for release now. The answer comes with a big hit of smoke blown into his tube. He coughs, shakes and hollers but she is not swayed. "You've been in this bind for about 5 hours now, Kevin! What's another half-hour or so?? Ha-ha! Now quiet down!" She tweaks his sore, red nipples very hard, followed by another loud holler. One last exhale of smoke into his breathing passage and she leaves, slamming the door behind her. He coughs, shakes, trembles, moans and groans, thinking very malevolent, vengeful thoughts against her, shaking and straining in rage and disbelief over this tortuous continuance of this wicked bondage.

He faintly hears the front door shutting after a while, then the bedroom door opens a couple minutes later. Another tweak to the nipples sends him into a fit, and he hears a sexy voice, not Kira's. As she grabs his cock, Angela coos to him, "Hi Kevin! I'm amazed she still has you in this wicked bind! Poor boy! She'll be in shortly, and gave me some instructions for you! Oh, what a night you and I are going to have! He-he-hee!" He moans, but his cock is responding to her hard grip. Then she playfully slaps it back and forth, further exciting him. "We have plans for Mr. cock here, but I think that will not be much fun for you, Kevin! Kira has a special torment planned for you!" He groans deeply. "Now, I'm going to untie your legs. No kicking!"

She begins the process of untying and uncinching and unraveling the tight ropes, remarking about the deep red marks they leave. "Wow, I've never seen someone tied up with so much rope, Kevin! If the amount of ropes and the tightness is any indication, I'd say she REALLY likes you! Ha-ha-ha!!" More groans and grunts. Finally his legs and feet are free as she unbuckles the tight straps around his thighs. He sighs in relief, breathing hard and slowly begins moving his sore lower limbs. "Now open up your legs!" she commands. He obediently does so. "And be still!!"

Kira comes into the room and he hears them chatting quietly, nothing he can make out. He really wants these ropes off his arms now, and the crushing hood. He is dying to finally see Angela. Now a cool, rounded piece of steel is pushed up tightly under his scrotum and he yelps in surprise. With a little manipulating, it clicks shut around his balls and cock. It was fucking tight! He vocalizes his displeasure but they silently continue, ignoring him. Some lubricating gel is applied on his soft cock, and before it could get hard, it is shoved and manipulated into a small metal sheath, pushed tightly up to the base of his cock. He issues sounds of distress as they make sure it is fully jammed into the tight, short curved tube. Then the faint sounds of clicking in his occluded ears and a final loud *click*!

He hollers out as he realizes how trapped and restricted his cock is now! "They've got me locked up in a fucking chastity device!! Oh, shit!!" he frets. It quickly swells in the tight chastity tube, his head and tip of the cock jamming up painfully against the closed rounded end of the short stainless steel tube as his rapidly hardening member is held painfully, rigidly down by the wicked, tight device. He shouts in incoherent distress as he hears them laughing sadistically. One pinches his nipples as the other grabs his swelling balls and his trapped cock, shaking it as it begins to throb in its small constricting steel prison as he hollers in protest.

"OK, Kevin, you're locked up for the night, and for as long as I decide you oughta be kept locked up!! Your cock is MINE!!" She lets the words sink in as he screams at her through the tube. She lights a cigarette and blows smoke at him. She goes down and puts the chastity tube in her mouth, making exaggerated sounds of sexual pleasure as she begins sucking on it. He can feel the suction through the small piss-hole on the end, driving him crazy! She keeps it up as he moans and groans and Angela continues pinching his painful nipples. Now his cock is really hurting! She finally ceases and Angela gives his nipples a last painful squeeze. Kira grabs the device painfully containing his would-be huge throbbing erection, trapped pointing down, keeping his cock stuck tortuously down to the size of its small flaccid state. His cock and balls now move together as one, his steel-encased member pushed down into his swelling ballsack.

"Consider this a symbol of our commitment, Kevin! Instead of a ring on the finger, you've got a ring on your cock and balls, and a constant reminder of who's really in control now!" He desperately tries to talk, his mind in severe turmoil, unable to make an intelligible sound out of his stuffed, latex-inflated mouth. "Of course, it's locked on, and I'm the key-holder! I, and only I, decide on the duration! It's mine now, Kevin!! That steel device is so damned snug, tight, and strong, don't even think you could ever get it off! The lock is integrated into the device itself, actually a double-locking system! You are FUCKED!! And your first night wearing it will be very interesting in your mummification bondage, with Angela here to keep you company with her sexy self and the vibrator! He-he!!"

He kicks out in anger, frustration and panic, but she is well out of his range. "Do you want your legs tied up again??! More smoke down your hatch??" He hollers out but stills his legs. "Good boy, now be still while we get the ropes off that collar so it and the hood can come off!" They work the ropes off of the posture-collar, leaving him still anchored to the chair and his arms bound. His trapped cock and balls are throbbing madly in pain. He feels like he is hyperventilating. They unbuckle the three straps at the back of the super-tight posture-collar and remove it as the deflation valves are opened, depressurizing the thick latex hood and gag. As the pressure on his aching head abates, he sighs in tempered relief. They squish the air out of it and pull it up slowly over his sweaty, hot head. As he feels the air and sighs in relief, he tries to tell her how insane she is, but Angela squeezes his nostrils hard from behind and deftly forces the huge ballgag into his protesting mouth. Kira helps to jam it in as he struggles in futility and Angela straps it very tightly behind his neck. He screams in frustration as she glares at him with a smirk, taking a deep drag and blowing smoke at him. She is wearing nothing but black thong undies.

"We were ready for that outburst, Kevin! Understandable, given your new circumstances!" He hollers incoherently, the huge gag forcing his jaw painfully wide open and stretching his lips out around it thinly, creating a tight seal. "Now listen, and be quiet!! I'm givin' you a dose of your ultimate bondage-subjugation fantasies like you've never experienced! Now you see where fantasy meets reality in my world and becomes a nightmare for you! This is for fuckin' real, Kevin!! You're in some deep do-do now! You just sit there and try to calm down a little and ponder your fate while I get dressed! I think you need a smoke to 'calm your nerves'! Ha-ha!" She pulls out a menthol cigarette and tries to stick it into the tight hole through the ballgag as he protests and shakes his head. Angela gets him in a strong strangle-hold/ head-lock grip as Kira smiles sadistically at him, shaking her head as if saying that resistance is futile. She sticks the cigarette into the tight ballgag hole as Angela puts the squeeze on his neck and head. He breathes hard as she lights it with her lighter.

"Here we go again!!" he thinks as the hated smoke curls and drifts into his face and nose as he tries to shake his head in Angela's iron grip. "Wow, this girl is STRONG!" he observes.

"Now take a nice, big drag, Kevin!" she commands. He groans and resists as Angela maintains her tight grip on his neck and forehead. She grabs his nipples hard, pulling and twisting as he yelps. She stares him down with a determined look on her face and plugs his nose while maintaining the grip on his sore nipple between the tight ropes with the other hand. He moans and having no choice, sucks hard on the big ballgag in order just to breathe. The noxious smoke fills his desperate lungs and she then releases her grip on his nose. He goes into a severe coughing paroxysm as the smoke rapidly expels through his nostrils. As a non-smoker, his reaction is quite severe. He shakes and coughs violently, held fast by the tight ropes. Angela unmercifully retains her tight grip on him as he chokes and wheezes. More smoke drifts up into his nostrils in his desperate breathing spasms, also more gets in through the ballgag. His extreme distress is met by smirking sadistic satisfaction by the two as he coughs and hollers furiously.

Kira watches him implacably and smokes for a bit. Then she goes into the closet and brings out a white semi-rigid high padded cervical collar to fasten around his neck. As Angela releases his neck, the collar is placed tightly about it, Angela fastening the Velcro at the back, pulling it uncomfortably tight. He continues to sputter, shake and cough. "Oh, my god, I am in the devil's fucking smoking bondage lair!!" he thinks as he coughs and chokes, smoke seeping in through his nose and the filter jammed into the ballgag. Tears pour out of his eyes, as he strains in the constricting ropes.

As his distress continues, Angela comes around from behind, smiling at him provocatively, an unlit cigarette between the fingers of her cocked-back, upraised hand. His eyes grow wide. What an incredibly stunning, gorgeous, voluptuous beauty she is!! She poses sexily for him. "Hi, Kevin, you like??"

"Mm-hmm!" *Cough-cough* She takes his breath away, along with the smoke! She smiles at him as his constricted cock begins hardening again in its small steel sheath. "She's an Italian Goddess!!" he thinks, adoring her semi-long dark shiny hair, sexily swept across her face, practically covering one batting eye. She is striking in every regard, from her big dark brown eyes with thick, long eyelashes, perfect eyebrows, high cheekbones, straight, strong nose and full red, voluptuous lips. She sticks the cigarette between them and puts her hands on her curvaceous hips, turning back and forth for him. She is of beautiful medium-slim build, wearing a tight black tank-top and skin-tight sexy blue-jeans. Her braless large, firm breasts bulge the fabric out considerably, her nipples clearly protruding. Her narrow waist gives her an amazing hourglass figure. He is transfixed, almost forgetting about everything but his throbbing trapped cock.

"Hey, big boy, got a light??" she asks suggestively. He moans and coughs. She comes up to him, putting her hands on his cheeks and presses her cigarette to the tip of his to light it. She puffs on it and blows in his face before taking it out of her mouth. He coughs in his arousal, straining at his tight ropes to feel the totality of his bondage, pressing his feet on the stool rungs. "Thank-you, Kevin!" she coos. He is painfully aroused. She grabs his steel-encased cock and shakes it, smiling sexily at him. It wanted to break out, throbbing madly.

Kira begins running her hands through Angela's tresses and Angela pays her the same attention. They glance at him and begin sensuously tonguing each other, moaning sexually. Kevin squirms and coughs and moans as they escalate the kissing and tongue action. Angela, holding her cigarette, grabs Kira's nipple-rings and begins pulling and twisting them as Kira moans softly. They keep stealing smirky glances at him as Kira raises Angela's shirt up to reveal those huge perky orbs and starts pinching her hard nipples, cigarette in hand. He wants to be sandwiched in between them! He groans and coughs more in his complete helplessness, his cock and balls throbbing.

Angela begins licking at Kira's nipple-rings and teats as they escalate their sexy vocalizations. They keep looking at him, knowing they are driving him crazy. Angela takes Kira's ringed nipple into her mouth and sucks fervently while pinching at the other. He gasps at the scene, inadvertently drawing in smoke through the ballgag, causing coughing and choking. His throat and nasal passages are raw and irritated and his eyes water uncontrollably. He hollers in distress and frustration as they carry on the sexy, hot scene. Angela puts her fingers down into Kira's crotch, rubbing her clit and inserting two fingers into her moist pussy, drawing out warm juices to rub around her clit. They watch him, licking, moaning and biting their lips suggestively, putting on a great show as Kira works at her friend's aroused nipples.

Then Angela suddenly goes down on Kira, licking her crotch! Kira squeals in excitement and grabs Angela's hair as she intensifies her ministrations, zeroing in on her clitoris. She clicks the clit-piercing ring between her tongue and teeth repeatedly, smiling up at him with arched eyebrows. Kira gets into a rhythmic, aroused moaning and panting, matching her escalating sexcitement, alternately looking at Kevin and closing her eyes. His watery eyes clearly show his excitement and his breathing rate has picked up. He is high on the nicotine now, and high on them! He coughs and tries to buck his roped-down hips, getting crazily aroused. His constricted cock is killing him!

Soon, Kira hollers and arches her back, looking up at the ceiling as Angela's skilled tongue sends her over the edge. She makes spasming, jerky motions and grabs handfuls of Angela's hair as she finishes her off, orgasming multiple times while grunting in pure animalistic lust. They caress each other and smile at him. They have enjoyed performing for him immensely, his bound and chastity deviced condition fueling their fires. He is beside himself with frustration. What an incredibly hot scene!! He tries to shift and wriggle as he moans and coughs. They kiss each other, regarding him. He coughs and wheezes.

"We loved performing for you!" says Angela as Kira happily pants. "Now we must get Kira dressed for work while you finish your cigarette, Kevin!" Kira goes to get a washcloth and returns, wiping her crotch, smiling. She slips on her black thong underwear, pulling them up tightly, and sexy black fishnet thigh stockings that stay put at her upper-thighs. As he writhes and watches and moans and coughs, she puts on a tight under-bust black panty-girdle, then slips on her tight leather mini-skirt, zipping it up over her hips with a little exertion. Angela brings over her sexy 6" spiky-heeled platform shiny leather boots and helps her zip them on, tightening up the laces on top.

"And now for the piece de resistance, Kevin, the corset!" says Angela, as she retrieves it from the drawer. She wraps it around Kira from the back, as Kira attaches the front busque. It is a beautiful bondagey-looking black leather bustier corset with 6 straps in front and chrome-steel rings at the front & back of the hips. Kira fastens the buckles and Angela goes to work cinching it up, yanking on the strings. It settles down over Kira's hips and on her pubic bone over the short leather skirt. He watches excitedly through watery eyes as his cigarette burns down in the ballgag. Kira pushes her hands up under her nice perky breasts, snugging it up under them, pushing them up nicely into the small half-cups partly enveloping them just over her nipples. She sighs and smiles at Kevin.

Soon Angela has Kira's already-tiny waist constricting beautifully, and her boobs becoming smushed in the tight bustier, creating a nice cleavage. She continues tugging and pulling on the laces, jerking her friend in her high heels with each exertion. Kira begins breathing more quickly and shallowly as Angela determinedly tightens and tightens it, squeezing her relentlessly. A tight-lacing dream-vision appears in front of him as finally Angela has closed the back completely and begins tying it off. Kira cannot bend her torso now and her crushed waist has shrunken to incredibly small proportions and her cleavage bulges out. Her breathing is labored and her face flushed, but she does not complain. Angela puts her 2" leather collar on her with a small steel ring in the front, buckling it snugly.

"There you go, my dear!" says Angela. "Don't you look delicious?? The tighter the corset and the higher the heels-"

"The better the tips!" finishes Kira. "How do I look, Kevin?" she smiles at him. She is a fetish dream-vision, and his cock is throbbing in its small device.

"MMM-mmm!" *Cough*

"I'll take that as FANTASTIC!" She comes over and removes the smoldering cigarette from his ballgag and kisses him on it, squeezing his head, gazing at him with her beautiful blue eyes under her long black bangs. He squirms and moans. "You were such a lucky find! You'd better appreciate all I'm doing for you, Kevin, to fulfill your fantasies! Now, while I finish my make-up, Mistress Angela here will begin untying you! Don't try anything funny! She demands complete obedience!" Angela smiles at him wickedly. "We'll let you take a potty break and have some drink and a snack before we get you situated for the evening! Of course, your hands will be cuffed behind you, so we'll feed you! Be a good boy!" She pats him on his head and turns as he groans wearily.

Angela begins untying and unraveling the hundreds of feet of rope still tightly, excruciatingly binding him. "It's about fucking time!!" he thinks. The severe chastity device has taken his mind off it somewhat, but his whole upper-body aches. At last his body is free from the stool with just his aching arms to untie. He sighs in relief through the huge smoke-polluted ballgag as she unties the cinched rope at his wrists. She immediately snaps on a pair of handcuffs that he can barely feel over the layers of stockings and socks encasing his hands and arms before working her way up his nearly cinched-together arms. As the ropes fall off, sharp, tingly pains stab at his nerve-endings in his semi-numbed hands, going up his arms. She begins massaging his hands and arms, going up and down as he moans and sharp, tingly feeling begins to return. Her perfume scent is intoxicating him.

"I'm sure you're sore as hell, Kevin!" she says. "I guess you were tied up for about 5-1/2 hours! Now get up and move about and work those sore muscles!" She helps him up off the stool shakily, leaving the tight ballgag on. His arms and shoulders are on fire! He moans and looks into the mirror. He is covered in deep red rope-marks and he looks like hell! He shakes his arms and hands behind him to get the circulation going, feeling high from the smoke and ecstatic about his release. He sees the gleaming silvery metal device encasing his cock and enclosing his balls and moans, wondering when the hell it will come off. He glances at the voluptuous Angela and walks slowly around the room.

"Enjoy your little bit of freedom while you can, Kevin." She says. "Let's go to the bathroom now!" She grabs his steel-enclosed cock forcefully as he yelps and pulls him down the little hall to the bathroom, where Kira is finishing her make-up application. She smiles at him in the mirror as she strokes her long eyelashes with black mascara. She looks amazing in her dark eyeshadow and eyeliner, her full sexy lips covered in deep red glossy lipstick and some rouge coloring her cheeks.

Angela sits him down on the toilet, tucking his trapped cock under the toilet seat and gives Kira a loving caress on her bare shoulders. "Oh, you look SO delicious, my sweet! You'll rake the tips in tonight!" He moans in agreement.

"Yes, my sweet, it'll be a pleasure serving those gawking, lecherous guys their drinks and acquiring their moula tonight!" Angela pats her shoulder and leaves. He is about to piss and his cock begins to stir in its tight enclosure as he regards Kira. She glances at him. "Oh, don't you have lovely rope-marks, Kevin! Go pee-pee like a good boy now!" She finishes applying the mascara and poses sexily for him. She is an incredibly sexy vision. He can't take his eyes off of her incredibly tight corset and crushed cleavage. Some piss trickles out, but his cock is getting hard now, constricting his urethra inside the tight metal curved tube. "I'm probably distracting you. Finish your business while we get you a little snack and some juice."

She swishes out of the bathroom, her alluring perfume scent lingering. He moans, thinking how fucked and frustrated he is. He shakes his sock-sheathed hands cuffed behind him as his cock expands, only to be crushingly contained within its cruel metal confines. He bangs it in frustration under the toilet seat. Slowly, the piss trickles out as he drools out of the enormous ballgag, wheezing. His throat, lungs and sinuses are all irritated from the smoke. He sits there resignedly, nervous about the mummification he'll have to endure tonight while locked up in the damn chastity device. "So much for my hopes with Angela tonight!" he thinks.

Angela comes in to make sure he's done and shakes and wipes his trapped cock. She smiles and helps him up, leading him by it to the kitchen. They have prepared cheese and crackers for him, a sliced apple and some cranberry juice. Kira pulls out the chair for him at the and of the table and Angela sits him down. "Now, Kevin, we know you're not happy now, but we don't want to hear any of your crap!" says Kira. "We're removing the gag just to let you eat and drink, then to replace it with another! If you say ONE word, it's on with this gag immediately, and you will go to bed without dinner like a bad boy!" She lays the new gag on the table in front of him, eliciting a groan. It is a wide leather panel gag with straps to go around and over the head and under the chin. A fat hard rubber cock-shaped gag about 2-1/2" long will go into his mouth, and protruding from the front panel is a huge 7" hard black rubber phallus.

"Not a word, Kevin!" Angela reminds him as she unbuckles the tight gag and slowly pries it out of his stretched mouth, catching the drool with a paper towel. He growls and sighs as he gets his sore jaw working, looking from one to the other. Kira holds up a cracker with cheese for him. It takes every bit of his self-control to comply with their ultimatum. She pops it into his mouth. Then Angela gives him a cut-up apple slice after he swallows, and they alternate feeding him from each side of the table, smiling sweetly at him, in between sips of the juice with a straw. He eats ravenously, depleted from his long, harsh ordeal. He finishes the food and drink soon.

"Good boy, Kevin! How'd you like a brownie and milk for dessert?" says Kira. He mmms in consent and she stiffly gets up to pour the milk while Angela gets the brownie. She purses her full lips and puts her forefinger to them, waggling her other forefinger back and forth in a silent reminder for him to keep quiet. She opens her sexy mouth as she puts the brownie to his, as if feeding a baby. He sips the milk in between bites. There is something sensuous about this ritual, being silently fed by two gorgeous women while handcuffed behind, that gets the blood flowing into his cock again as it becomes uncomfortably hard in its small steel prison.

He finishes and Kira grabs the Muzzle-plug-cock gag, smiling wickedly at him. He moans in protest but reluctantly opens his mouth, knowing that resistance is indeed futile. She jams it in and Angela tightly buckles it from behind. His mouth is stretched wide and the oral intruder nearly makes him gag as it presses his tongue down. Then she pulls the double strap apparatus up alongside his nose that is riveted to a single wide strap pulled over the top of his head, which she buckles quite snugly to the strap coming up from the back of his head. He moans as Angela buckles the chin-strap tightly under his chin, clamping his mouth down on the hard, thick gag.

"You probably realize why we have thoughtfully selected this nice gag for you!" says Kira. He moans, nodding. "You are going to pleasure Angela very well with it while you suck on the cock-gag! This won't require that you do much, in fact, all you have to do is lay there and try not to choke on your saliva while she rides that cock!" Angela smiles gleefully. "Too bad she won't be riding your real cock, the poor little trapped thing!" She waits for his perfunctory moan. "Here's the key for your chastity device!" She stuffs it into her bulging, pushed-up cleavage, smiling at him. "That cock is MINE now, Kevin!" she emphasizes. "It stays just like that until I decide to give you a break, which won't be anytime soon!" More groaning. "You are officially in chastity training! It will ensure your obedience to me and Angela!" She takes on a monotone, robotic, mechanical voice: "You will comply. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile." She and Angela laugh wickedly.

"Now, Unit Number One," she continues in her droning "Borg" voice, "take him into the chamber for preparation!"

"Yes, my Queen." Angela responds in kind. "Come, Kevin-unit." She grabs his arm and pulls him up as they chuckle evilly. He shakes his head at their performance, and at his cruel fate. What the fuck has he gotten into?? Too late to do anything about it! She brings her cuffed prisoner into the living-room and leads him to a long, narrow, metal padded bench. He sees 2 rolls of 5" pallet-wrap and a bunch of rolls of duct-tape on the chair next to it, along with the semi-rigid white cervical-collar. He knows his fate is about to be sealed and shudders.

Kira comes in with the handcuff key. "Now, Kevin, when I unlock the cuffs, you will lie down immediately on the mummification bench, or face very dire consequences." she says deadly seriously. Angela sits him on it and gets him in her familiar head-lock from behind. He breathes heavily in her tight grip as Kira unlocks the cuffs. Angela maneuvers him forcefully to lie down on the bench, keeping her vice-like grip on his head and neck. With his stocking and tube-sock-sheathed arms at his sides, on the narrow bench, Kira kneels down and begins applying the strong plastic-wrap around his abdomen and chest to trap his arms, pulling it tightly. A cotton ball is placed on each nipple before the wrap is tautly stretched over his chest. Angela relaxes and releases her grip as Kira completes a few more turns. She pauses and hands Angela the cervical-collar, which is quickly Velcro-fastened tightly about his neck. She is breathing hard, shallow breaths from the exertion in the crushing corset, and Angela takes over the wrapping, going up to his shoulders and neck and back down, overlapping it, expertly grabbing the roll from underneath the bench with her other hand, pulling it tautly around him.

He is breathing hard in apprehension and excitement at the same time. He has to be careful to swallow and not allow his gag-reflex to kick in. His cock is throbbing within the device now. As Angela gets the wrap down to his groin, she stops and asks Kira if she should wrap around or over it. "Wrap over it for now for more constriction, you can always cut it out later." Angela smiles and begins to wrap over his metal-encased cock, pushing it down flat, harder into his tightly-ringed balls. He groans in protest and pain as she goes around it with a couple tight layers and continues down his legs, putting a folded towel between his knees and a rolled-up one beneath them. She gets to his ankles and inserts a small towel between his ankles and a small rolled-up one under them. Then she wraps his feet together around the bench, forcing them down with less tensioning, one foot overlapping the other.

Already he can barely wiggle. She proceeds back up with the tight, rapid wrapping, reminding him of a spider earnestly wrapping its victim. "She's done this before a few times!" he thinks. She gets up to his neck, wrapping it down, and goes to his forehead for a few turns, lightening up the pressure for his head. Then back down again, thoroughly, tightly, down over his feet. Then she proceeds back up again, for a fourth tight layer! He moans, now completely immobilized as she finishes at his forehead.

She stops for a smoke-break with Kira. He breathes hard, restricted breaths in his tight cocoon, trying to move to no avail, actually relishing the sensual feeling of being so tightly wrapped, immobilized and gagged. His painfully trapped and wrapped throbbing cock and balls are killing him. The tight, fat cock-gag fills his mouth not too uncomfortably and he is glad that he can breathe just a little bit around it through the tight panel. The external part of the gag is invitingly ready for use. The irritating smoke hits his nostrils. "Geez, he thinks, before long I'll be getting used to this! These bitches are making a smoker out of me!"

Kira and Angela considerately blow some smoke at him. "My, that's a big cock you have there, Kevin!" says Kira. "In fact, rather similar to your cock that's all tucked away!" She pats his trapped and wrapped cock and he groans. "Imagine all that trapped in that little device! Straining to get hard and break free! This will teach you discipline! Which you so inconsiderately lacked last night! I know what torture this is for you, you horny bastard!" As she speaks, Angela removes her top baring her bounteous breasts, and begins licking and sucking on the gag cock teasingly, making sexy aroused noises. She starts sucking on it more vigorously and vocalizing, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth, driving him nuts as her large firm breasts bounce on the top of his head, as he sucks on the internal gag. She cups her boobs and squeezes them against him as she bobs vigorously up and down on the large hard rubber phallus. Her hair brushes and tickles at his face.

He tries to move and moans, held steadfast. This should be his cock she's doing this to! His constricted, crushed cock meanwhile throbs madly and painfully in its prison. Her sweet perfume scent adds to his restrained excitement. Kira stands close by watching in amusement. "Yes, Kevin, this is what you had hoped Angela would be doing to you while I'm gone! Poor boy!" She spews smoke toward him. Angela is holding her cigarette in her hand cupping her boob, with the smoke drifting onto him. He coughs, but is aroused and so frustrated! Angela sucks with alacrity for a bit more, vocally playing it up with sexy moans and sighs.

Then she slowly, sensuously lets the rubber cock slip out of her mouth. She takes a drag and spews the smoke at him. "Just think if I WAS giving you a blow-job, Kevin! Maybe some other time, if Kira allows, whenever she finally unlocks you! He-he! OK, break-time over! Duct-tape time! You're gonna be taped up so tight, you won't believe it, boy!" She takes a couple more drags and stubs out the cigarette. Kira hands her a roll of duct-tape, smiling. She begins at his wrapped-down forehead with a couple turns, carefully not applying too much tension on his head, or his neck over the collar. When she starts applying it over his shoulders on down, though, she makes it very tight, uniformly, smoothly overlapping it, advising him to breathe in as she pulls it across his chest and ribcage if he wants to be able to breathe OK.

Happily humming to herself, she goes about the business of taping his entire body down solidly, rapidly and expertly, compressing him down relentlessly. She tears off strips for his toes, then upper shoulders, and the top of his head. He moans and wheezes at the crushing tightness as she grabs another roll and solidly, firmly double-layers him. His poor, trapped and constricted cock is squished down so hard now, barely a bulge can be seen of the wicked device rigidly containing it facing straight downwards, smushed into his balls. He doesn't want to feel turned-on and aroused now, but he is. His member screams in throbbing pain and discomfort as he groans.

Kira nods approvingly, admiring her friend's work. "I'm gonna get going now, but Angela, dear, here's another roll of tape to use!" She hands it to her and gives her a nice kiss as he moans and tries to move in futility. "I'll be back in about 7 or 8 hours. And you're staying just like that, Mummy-boy! All night, in fact! No mercy! Ha-ha! Have fun, you two! Ciao!"

Out she goes as Angela bids her ciao and Kevin moans in his rubber cock-stuffed mouth. "All night like this???" he bemoans. He is sweating profusely and will certainly have to piss! Angela smiles a sadistic smile at him and sets about applying the third roll of duct-tape tightly all around him in her tight, thorough fashion. On the narrow bench, actually narrower than his shoulders, he is now wrapped and compressed into complete and utter immobility. She rips off the last piece to apply to his head, sighs happily and gets the scissors. She carefully snips at the layers of wrap and tape over the compressed cotton balls on his nipples, pulling them out of the small holes she has cut. His de-compressed nipples pop out as if to say, "Play with me now!"

She obligingly tweaks them with both hands, leaning over his head, compressing her large breasts on his face, half smothering him as he vocalizes in excitement and frustration. Her pinching becomes harder and harder as he begins to holler. Then she abruptly leaves and returns with a bunch of plastic high-pressure clothespins. He groans as she smilingly snaps a couple above his head before tightly clamping them deeply down on his red, protruding nipples. Then she clamps one on his nose, closing off his nostrils. As he struggles to breathe through the tight cock-panel gag, she attaches more to his ears, humming her happy little tune, clamping 4 on each ear. Then she clips 2 on each eyebrow, and at the corners of his eyes, pinching the skin out. Another goes between his brows at the top of the bridge of his nose. She pinches his cheeks hard and clamps 2 more on. He begins to holler in pain and distress as she sits there smiling at him. Then she gets up and pulls off her tight jeans and slowly removes her thong underwear, teasingly seductively, acting oblivious to his mounting distress.

She straddles his face, fingering her pussy and clitoris sensuously. She writhes and moans over him for awhile, driving him nuts as he struggles to get air, mmphing desperately in his complete helplessness and mummified immobility. Finally she snatches the clothespin off of his nose and he breathes hard and sighs in relief. She then clamps it and another one deeply inside his nostrils on the outside. As he hollers in pain, she lowers herself slowly onto the big rubber cock on his gag, slowly impaling herself on it. Then she slowly goes up and down on it, immersed in her pleasure and his pain and distress, moaning sexily, looking down upon him between her ample boobs as she tweaks her nipples hard. Gradually, her pace quickens as her arousal rises and her juices flow. His mind is going crazy with all this going on, unable to move an iota and his excited cock kept crushingly contained inside its steel prison.

She begins fucking his face in earnest, rising up on the big phallus and back down with increasing urgency. As he moans and hollers, so does she, squeezing her nipples hard between thumbs and middle fingers while scratching at her aroused nipples with her sharp, red forefinger nails. Now she is really fucking herself, coming down somewhat hard on his gagged mouth, taking in its full 7" length, working herself toward an orgasmic frenzy. Despite himself, he cannot help but get excited and is breathing and moaning hard also through his nose. His pain merges with her excitement and his trapped cock throbs madly. She puts a hand to her clit and makes high-pitched sighs that drive him nuts! As he watches her sexual ministrations at extreme close-up range, he imagines he is fucking her and abandons himself to the sexy scene. As she squeals and urgently works to get herself off, he imagines he is cumming inside her. She keeps it up and up, riding the cock-gag with abandon, orgasming multiple times, now slamming down upon his face with some force. He begins to worry about his jaw and teeth.

Finally her rhythmic riding motions abate, as her warm pussy juices leak out around the phallus, some getting into his nose! He tries to snort it out as she seems oblivious to him, now sitting on his face with a lot of weight, the gag cock fully inside her. She strokes and pinches her clit some more, and shudders, orgasming again. She looks down at him, drooling upon his face, moaning happily. It almost gets in his eye, but a sexier sight he has never witnessed. Slowly, shakily, she un-impales herself from the fat dildo gag, releasing more cum-juices onto his gag and face. He is so damn aroused and frustrated! Now, he feels the clothespins' pinching pain around his face and ears more keenly with his attention more focused on himself. She quickly plucks them off, eliciting pained yelps. She wipes his face and then flops down on the sofa, immersed in the orgasmic afterglow.

He is so damned turned-on, and so fucked! He struggles to move in complete, utter futility, grunting and moaning. She props her pretty head up on her hand. "Hey, Sweetie, thanks for the fuck! Was it as good for you as it was for me??" She smirks at him as he moans pathetically. "Oh, I forgot those clothespins on your nipples! But you're OK!" Moans. She gives him a wicked smile. "Oh, Kevin, the night is young! How's your cock doing? Not so great, huh? Poor baby. How'd you like some stimulation?? Be right back!" She goes into the bedroom and returns with a plug-in vibrator. He sees it from the corner of his eye, as he can't turn his head, and groans. She plugs it in and turns it on high-speed, pressing it onto the sealed-down chastity device. She gets a couple strips of duct-tape and tapes it down tightly on his crotch. She smiles as he makes frustrated sounds as he feels the powerful vibrations go into the stainless steel device and his cock through the plastic-wrap and duct-tape layers.

"Now, you're all set for awhile, Kevin!" she says cheerfully. "You be quiet while I go on the computer in the other room for awhile, OK, hon?" She gets roll-up earplugs and inserts them deeply into his ear canals, then a folded towel, placing it over his eyes. She carefully duct-tapes it into place around the bench, rendering him blind. Then she gets some electrical tape and wraps it around his panel gag and chin under the bench, sealing the wide cock-plug in even tighter. He moans dejectedly in his total helplessness as the vibrator relentlessly does its thing, making his cock want to burst out! He cannot even move his fingers, sheathed in the layers of stockings and tight tube-socks, compressed down so tightly in the wrap and tape. His feet and toes are wrapped and taped securely down and he cannot budge at all. His clamped nipples are burning. All his physiological energy is contained in the severe mummification, especially his sexual energy which courses through him in his impotent, immobilized bound state.

Time passes and he tries to relax, but it is extremely difficult in this state, with the vibrator stimulating his crushed, enclosed cock and his nipples on fire. A happy place in his sub-space is elusive. More saliva drips down his throat and he almost chokes on it. "I'm so fuckin' fucked with these bitches, I can't believe it!" he thinks. "When the hell's it MY turn ??" He breathes hard, restricted breaths and coughs, his lungs feeling tired and polluted. He strains his muscles only to feel the complete helplessness of his situation. More time passes and he feels some pre-cum seeping out of his trapped cock. At his deepest fantasy root, he does love this severe bondage, but cannot really relax into it in his agitated, painfully-stimulated state.

Finally Angela returns to the front-room. Smoking, of course, he notices straightaway. She snatches the tight clothespins off of his nipples and he yelps at the searing pain. She removes the tortuous vibrator. Then she sits on his stomach, straddling him, causing him breathing distress. Unconcerned, she is cutting away at his hidden cock, getting it extricated from the tight wraps. She cuts just enough to free it, but it is anything but free. She grabs his tube-encased cock and shakes it, his trapped balls moving in unison with it, and gets up. He'll take and appreciate any little relief he can get!

"Now, Mummy-man, you may have been wondering if you were just going to lie there all night and piss yourself eventually! No, we thought of that, of course!" He hears some fidgeting around and some plastic tearing. "Time to get you cathed and bagged to take care of that! Now be still, as if you have any choice, ha-ha! Relax, it's going in now." He braces for the urethral intrusion, figuring well, of course this would be on the agenda! Very carefully, she inserts the well-lubed end into his chastity device and slowly into his cock. It is a Robinson Plastic Urethral Catheter, a very simple device. She proceeds carefully with the slow, lubed insertion. He winces as it slowly snakes into the urethra of his semi-flaccid, trapped cock. It is a very strange, intrusive, stimulating feeling as it gets closer and closer to his bladder opening. He breathes nervously, moaning occasionally, but she seems to know what she's doing! He feels a little pressure, then the irritating pushing sensation stops, followed by the feeling of needing to piss. Indeed, he is pissing through the tube, as it has entered his bladder and it is seeping out into the hanging collection bag she has attached, all control over it lost to him.

"There, Kevin! The operation is a success! Nurse Angela knows what she's doing!" The piss continues, and he begins feeling aroused. His cock hardens in the tight device, but the urine flow is unimpeded. He feels relieved, but oddly stimulated, as his cock pulses around the piss-tube inside the small steel tube. "I see your cock is getting hard in there! A common side effect! Well, a little more excitement, then a change of head-restraint for you!" He hums excitedly at the prospect of getting the damn harness-gag off and the straps pressing into his head, which are giving him a headache. She cuts around his head to remove the wrap and tape holding it so well immobilized. Then she works the straps loose on the gag harness from around his head, prying the big cock-gag out of his mouth. He sighs and moans in relief, moving his sore jaw. She leaves the tight, taped-down cervical collar on.

"Angela", he croaks, "how abou-" She clamps her hand hard over his mouth, shushing him.

"No talking, Kevin!" she admonishes as he growls. "You have much better things to do with that mouth!" She grins at him and steps over him, straddling his head.

"But Angel-" He is cut short as she squats and plops her shaved crotch right down on his mouth! "Now, Kevin, be quiet and be a good boy! I hear you're a good pussy and clit-licker, so get to it!"

"Mmmmpphhh!!' She tilts her pelvis back, pressing her mons against his mouth and nose, partially smothering him. He's pleased to see she has washed up, and incredibly excited to have her pussy at his mouth. He begins tonguing her at her orifice as she keeps her pressure on him. He is being gagged by her pussy clamped down upon him! As he licks up toward her clit as she adjusts herself, her moans and her scent are turning him on. Now she is positioned for a good clit-licking, and he obliges her well. She moans and wriggles, getting very stimulated and excited.

"Yeah, boy, you got it...oh, yeahhh..." she says breathily. "Ooooohhh-now SUCK it while you lick it!!" He obligingly seals his puckered lips around her hard super-sensitized nub and expertly sucks as he licks it, driving her crazy. His catheterized, steel-encased cock throbs madly, maddeningly in its super-constricting confines. She breathes, sighs and moans heavily, cumming in a torrent on him, a real gusher, like piss coming out, hollering out in orgasmic bliss. She keeps the pressure on though, and he keeps it up, her hot juices running down his chin and cheeks. She screams and cums again and again as he continues with alacrity, trying to bust out of his super-tight mummification, accomplishing nothing.

Finally, she is sated, and slowly lifts her sex up off of his face, dripping all over it. He is so turned-on and excited and so frustrated! He moans in his total immobilization and now painfully-tight chastity device. She falls happily onto the sofa, sighing, as he tries to turn his head to her in the tight, high cervical collar, straining at his bonds, impossibly stuck. Her warm juices trickle and tickle as they run down off of his face. She is a thing of incredible beauty, his vision of a perfect woman. He tries to hump himself in the crushing layers of plastic-wrap and tape, seeping a little fluid from his trapped, sore cock. He sighs and moans in frustration.

She cocks her head on her hand, grinning at him. "Nice job, Kevin! I see why Kira thinks you're a keeper!"

"I'd love to show you more, Angela!" he says, nodding toward his cock.

"Yes, too bad about that! You do have a nice cock! Just the thought of it trapped in that little device makes me all tingly! He-hee!" She grabs a cloth and wipes her wet crotch, drawing her breath in sharply as it rubs her red, swollen, sensitive clit as he moans. "I'm under strict orders to keep conversation with you to a bare minimum, or to make it not possible!" she smirks.

"Huh. You do know that when I'm finally out of this, it's my turn on her! But my cock is killing me! She'll have to let it out!"

"Oh, does she?? I think she's going to keep you cock-locked for a good while, Kevin! But tell you what! You've been a very good boy, and if you continue to be, I may tell you where she keeps her steel chastity belt hidden! But you mustn't say I told you! I think turnabout is fair play, Kevin, so..." she smirks.

"Oh, yes, Angela! She needs a dose of her own medicine! Then we'll see how smug she acts!" He tries to move and wriggle, actually loving the tight mummification, but hating his cock bondage.

"Only fair, Kevin! The thought of you both locked in chastity with no way to get off is delicious! See, I'm not so bad!"

"No, Angela. You're quite fun and interesting, and sexy and gorgeous!"

"Thank-you, Kevin. All the boys say that, tee-hee! It's been nice having a little chat with you, but time to gag and wrap your head up! No complaints, or you'll never get to lock that chastity belt on her!"

He takes a deep breath. "OK, do what you must. Nice to pleasure you and talk to you, Angela!"

"Oh, the pleasure was all mine, Kevin!" she smiles. "I'll be right back with a wet cloth to wipe your face. You look so cute with my cum all over it, he-he!" She gets up with the cloth stuck between her thighs at her crotch, tweaking his nose as she leaves the room. He sighs at his impending doom in complete mummification bondage, but smiles, thinking of getting Kira into severe bondage and locking her chastity belt on her.

"The game is afoot!" he says to himself, smiling. His cock twinges again in the small steel tube and his balls feel caught in a vice-device. The catheter is an interesting feeling, not too bad, he thinks, except for the continual feeling of needing to piss. The piss-bag fills some more.

Angela returns with a warm washcloth and tenderly wipes his face. "Wow, I sure came a lot, ha-ha!" She finishes and before he can say anything, she plants her lips on his in a passionate, sensual kiss, flicking her tongue at his. She sighs and moans sexily, eliciting the same response from him. Their tongues intermingle as they rub their lips together, she occasionally backing off to lick at his lips and darting tongue. She maneuvers herself onto him, mounting him in a sexual fashion, pressing her vulva down on his steel cock. She moans and writhes as they kiss with intensity, making humping motions on him, driving him insane. He tries to hump her back with al his might, moaning deeply.

She increases her rhythmic intensity, causing him to yelp as she smushes his cock down hard. She keeps it up and up, as if they are having sex. He is crazy with desire and frustration as his trapped hard cock throbs and pulses madly. She runs her fingers through his hair, playing it up, and removes his earplugs. Then she licks at his ear aggressively as he vocalizes in mad excitement and frustration.

"Too bad your cock's trapped in that thing, Kevin" she whispers between licks. "It would be in me right now, big boy." He moans loudly. "It would be all up in my moist, hot, tight pussy, getting closer, closer...uuhhhh..." She increases her pelvic action, simulating intercourse, delighting in his wickedly enforced impotence. Her soft, sexy voice in his ear makes him go crazy as he hollers.

"Yeah, boy, your big cock would feel soooo good in me" she rasps, "so gooood...you'd be about to get off..." He yells and tries with all his might to break out of his severe bondage, wanting to take her-but even if he could break out, his steel-encased locked cock would have no satisfaction. Her hair on his face, her perfume, her soft voice, her licking, her rhythmic humping, have the desired effect and he hollers/growls in total sexual frustration. She raises her head to stare into his desperate, yearning eyes, smiling sadistically at him, still grinding on him and his painfully throbbing cock. What a tormentor!

"But maybe some other time, sexy." she says. "Not another word out of you, now, Kevin." she says firmly, softly. "Keep quiet while I gag and wrap you, and we'll have our bargain, OK?"

He gives a big sigh. "Mm-hmmm."

"That's a good boy." She slowly dismounts him and grabs the nearly 2" diameter black flanged piece of PVC pipe/tubing ready to be put into his mouth. She smiles, rotating it in her fingers above his head as he groans. "Open wide now!" she says sweetly. He opens, and she inserts it in against his teeth, pushing the ¾" long piece in firmly, up to the flange. He sighs and breathes heavily, knowing his jaw may remain locked in place like this for a number of hours. It is not too uncomfortable. "Perfect fit!" she grins. She gets a soft padded blindfold and carefully places it on him. No light penetrates at all. She retrieves the pair of high-density sound-blocking earplugs, rolling each up tightly between her thumb and finger, inserting them deeply into his ear canals. As they expand, he is quite deafened.

"Sub-space, here I come!" he thinks. His heart pounds and his cock throbs as she begins plastic-wrapping his head down carefully and meticulously, covering it completely, over his nose and around the PVC gag and his mouth. Then she applies electrical tape up around the gag and over the top to restrict his air a bit, and down around his mouth and the bench, being careful not to pull it too tightly. Then the duct-tape application begins, applied with a moderate pressure, around and around his head, immobilizing it firmly, but not too tightly, and down upon the already-taped cervical-collar. She tears off strips to make it a complete and total seal of his head, smoothing each piece down carefully and neatly. His nose and nostrils are completely covered and sealed, so only mouth breathing is allowed. She finishes and admires her handiwork.

She looks at his stainless steel-covered cock and decides it should be wrapped-down tightly again. First she pats it as he vocalizes incoherently, before tightly wrapping the plastic pallet-wrap around his crotch and the bench, followed by tight, solid overlapping duct-tape layers, leaving only the catheter tube visible. He moans as it pulses, protesting the renewed constriction. His immobilization is complete, total and utter. From head-to-toes, he can move nothing. He feels the heat, the sweat and the overwhelming rigidity of this absolute mummification. His breathing rate and heart-rate speed up. He is completely resigned to his severely immobilized plight.

She lights a cigarette, making sure to blow the smoke his way. He coughs, moans and wheezes. She watches him for awhile to make sure he's breathing OK and not exhibiting any signs of undue distress. "OK, Kevin, that's a wrap! You are just a silver, cocooned, inanimate, pissing object now!" She raises her voice so that he may hear her through the occluding earplugs. "The night is still young, but what a long one it will be for you! It will be up to Kira when you get out! She won't be back for hours yet, but she plans to leave you there for the night!" Predictable moans. "You have no choice but to deal with it, tough as that may be! I'm going on the computer now! You need to stay quiet, in order to keep our little secret deal! You just relax, and I'll see you in a while! I'll check your piss-bag later on and let you in on where that chastity device of hers is! You will tell her you were just rummaging around out of curiosity while you have her tied-up, and found it! If I hear otherwise, you'll be in for a world of trouble!"

She gets dressed and leaves for the bedroom as he sighs and flexes some muscles, marveling at how tightly, completely immobilized he is! He strains against it before working to relax himself by degrees, getting ready for the difficult long night ahead. He hopes his jaw and teeth won't get too sore from the wide PVC piece wedged and taped into his mouth. She hasn't left much of a hole with the tape on the top of it, restricting his mouth-only breathing enough to make his ordeal a little more arduous. "This bitch is so thorough, and wicked!" he thinks. "First she wraps and tapes me up so fuckin' tight, fucks my cock gag and comes on my face, makes me lick and suck her off, spewing cum on my face again, then kisses and licks me passionately, teasing the shit out of me and pretending to fuck me! Now this damn gag and wrapping! My poor damn cock! And that hot scene earlier with those two! Those wicked bitches! This fuckin' game is SO ON!! Fuck with my dick, bitch?? Oh, wait 'til I lock that thing on YOU, Kira!!" He stews in his tight cocoon, making his vengeance plans for her.

The hours slowly pass in his crushing cocoon, as more piss fills the bag through his catheter. He occasionally relaxes sufficiently to semi-doze, jolting awake before he can actually fall asleep. His every thought and attempt at movement is completely contained and thwarted. His caged cock periodically swells up in its tight sheath and his smushed balls bother him. One time it swells up maddeningly throbbingly hard for an extended period of time in its tight confines and becomes quite painful. For nearly an hour, it does not subside, feeling trapped in a tight, unrelenting tourniquet. He tries to think of other things, but he becomes very concerned about it and quietly moans periodically. Finally, the engorgement abates, to his huge relief. He tries not to think about the time. His lungs, sinuses and throat are irritated from all the smoke. He is feeling hot and stiff and uncomfortable now, as Angela walks into the room. She covers his taped gag with her hand to make her presence known. He is amused, but she keeps her palm tightly pressed down on it until he feels the desperate need to breathe. Finally she takes it off, cackling.

"Hey, your piss-bag is OK for now, mummy-man! Enjoying yourself?" He recovers his breath and moans. "OK, she'll be home in about an hour!" She crouches down by his duct-taped, stuck head. "Her chastity belt is in the bedroom closet, hanging up above the door inside in a black bag, where you probably wouldn't think to look. It has attachments, too! You may or may not want to put the vagina plug in! She's worn it before for a day with the big dildo up her cunt, and it drives her nuts! Every move and step she makes, she feels it rubbing inside her, making her horny as heck! She was in a sexual melt-down one night after wearing it to the club, running around serving and schmoozing with the guys! I made her wear the butt-plug attachment too that whole day and night, after I gave her a good enema, of course! It drove her crazy! Or, you could just lock her up without the pussy insert, so she's denied all sexual release possibilities, like she's done to you! And remember, no letting on I gave you this information!"

He makes an affirming noise through the short tube-piece embedded in his mouth. "I see you like the idea, Kevin! It'll serve her right, of course! Tit-for-tat, and all that! Oh, I see hot, frustrating scenarios ahead for you two! And I'll be back after you've had your fun with her, to have MY fun with the both of you! He-hee!! Oh, what a Sunday it will be! You'd better get some sleep tonight later while you can, boy! Well, I'm tired! Before I go, I'll leave you with a little going away present! He-he! Have a good night!"

She gets the Hitachi vibrator and places the head down on his trapped and wrapped cock, and duct-tapes it down tightly on him. He moans miserably as she turns it on to the high-speed setting, sending strong vibrations down through the wrap and device to his cock and balls. "Oh, we can't forget about those nipples, either!" She clamps the tight clothespins back onto his protruding nipples. "There you go! Enjoy! Ciao!" He groans as he hears her slamming the front door. The vibrations transmit right through his cock and balls, causing unavoidable excitement and arousal.

"Here we go again!" he thinks, and hollers in abject frustration. "She'd BETTER be home within an hour! My cock and nipples will be KILLING me!! Being left alone again in severe bondage! AAARRRGH!!!" He flexes and strains against the super-tight, multi-layered mummification. His efforts are so well contained and his immobilization so complete, nothing visible happens. He waits and waits, anguishing in the rising nipple pain and cock pain. This scenario affects him deeply inside at his masochistic core, exciting and arousing him. Coupled with the strong vibrations assaulting his trapped, crushed, throbbing member, it drives him into a hyper-excited sexual bondage state. Pre-cum seeps from his catheterized cock and he begins to wonder if he can get off. He strains to move his pelvis but the best he can do is flex his butt and sphincter muscles.

He works himself into a frenzy, desperately wanting to get off with every fiber of his being. He strains and tries for a long time, but without direct frictional stimulation on his imprisoned penis, his trigger does not release. He finally gives up with a frustrated holler. Panting, moaning and wheezing, he feels exhausted from his futile exertions. Some saliva gets into his windpipe, setting off a choking/coughing spasm. Water runs out of his blinded eyes and he is panicked. He catches his breath in short order, survival reflexes kicking in, and works to clear his passage. He hollers and groans loudly.

Angela has been enjoying watching him get all worked up since she slammed the door, making him think he was alone, sitting in the chair by the door, until he began choking. She didn't want to have to cut him out for an emergency, and was very relieved that he recovered quickly. He moans and clears his throat occasionally, eventually getting more relaxed. Eventually, his sore cock relaxes a bit, the excitement of the vibrator and the situation wearing off somewhat. He is living another bondage fantasy dream extreme, but he knows well that with extended durations in severe bondage, the dream transforms into a nightmare. He sighs as his clamped tits burn.

Angela eventually quietly slithers over to the couch to lie down. She is dozing as Kira comes in. Kira has been appraised of her friend's little game, and does not let on that she is there. Kevin hollers out a greeting to her as she comes over. She flicks at the clothespins, receiving a yelp. "Hi, Kevin, been having a fun night??" The sexy tormentors exchange smirks. "Oh, so nicely wrapped and gagged! I'm sure you can't fuckin' move! I'm sure Angela treated you very well, and you treated her well!" She winks at Angela. "I had a great night, made so much in tips! I'm gonna buy some new toys and gear now! Oh, this corset is killing me, but I made a killing wearing it, ha-ha! I'm wiped-out! Partly thanks to you keeping me awake last night with your insistent cock! Hence, your extra punishment time you deserve so much! Let's see, it's only been about 8 hours now, only about half the time you'll have to stay there, boy!" Loud protesting moans. "And you'd better be quiet tonight! Don't be waking me up! You'll finally get your turn at me tomorrow! I'm sure you're thinking a lot about that! How is that nice little cock, huh?? Like that catheter?? Had enough of that vibrator??"

"Uh-huh!!"

"OK, off with that, don't want it over-heating! And off with these clothespins!" she says as she snatches them off. He hollers in searing pain. "In case you had any notions of finding your chastity key, or trying to torture its whereabouts out of me, FORGET ABOUT IT, Kevin! It's not even here! It's in a VERY safe place elsewhere!" He growls and she yawns. "I'm off to bed now, boy! Sleep TIGHT!! HA-HA!!" She motions for Angela to join her in the bedroom as he sighs at her humor. They traipse into the bedroom to undress/decompress and lie down for a nice little intimate session before falling into a contented, exhausted sleep, with Angela spooning Kira from behind, her big strap-on still partially inserted in her friend's happy, leaky pussy.

In the living room Kevin tries to get calmed and relaxed to serve out his lengthy sentence. The consolation for enduring this severe mummification ordeal will be at hand tomorrow he thinks, when at last he can get his hands on her, but 8 more hours stuck like this??? He knows it will test him to his outer-most limits! He's already well-past his former mummified record duration from his old girlfriend. He feels hot, and nervous energy builds up in him. He strains and flexes to dissipate the built-up energy coursing through him, unable to move an iota. His saliva is drying up, so maybe he'll be able to get a little sleep here and there, he thinks, without having to deal with the saliva running down his throat. All and all, his locked-open jaw and mouth doesn't feel that bad.

Gradually he relaxes over the next couple hours, but unconsciousness eludes him. "Damn, am I fucked!!" he grouses. "Fuckin' bitch, leavin' me here overnight like this! This is insane! Now my cock's hard again! This fuckin' device! I'll get her little cunt all locked up in her device! She won't get out 'til I get out!!..." Eventually tiredness and exhaustion overcomes him and he does drift off for brief periods over the next few hours. He wakes up repeatedly with starts, when his mind and body are jolted again and again with the reality of his tightly-enforced motionless entombment. Then he wakes up for an extended period, feeling discomforts, stiffness and nervousness. His body wants out, his mind is overloaded with this incredible enforced immobilized and sensory-deprived duration. Now it is like torture. He moans quietly in his misery, lest he should wake her and incur further wrath. His mouth is dry and he has a headache. His lower back is sore. He is hot. His cock springs back to life in its tight steel tourniquet, staying throbbingly hard for an extended period. He is ready to go insane. The hours slowly, tortuously pass. "Oh, payback will be a bitch, bitch!!" he promises.


Part 5 (added: 2015/03/27)

He lay there half-dozing in exhaustion in his severe overnight mummification, his lower back aching, along with a dull headache, his pulse pounding in his earplugged, wrapped-down head. He sighs and groans in his super-tight, rigid immobility, having had way more than enough of this. She has forced him way beyond what he could reasonably endure physiologically, if he were to have any say over it, and this has gone into the realm of serious torture. His cock and balls are trapped in the small, tight tubular stainless steel chastity device and crushed down by the tight wrap and tape. He has thought all night about getting her locked into her chastity device that the devious Angela had told him about. Suddenly his small breathing hole through the duct-tape over his hard round 2" PVC gag is covered and he vocalizes in surprise and also relief that this hellish ordeal is nearing the end at last.

"Good morning, Mummy-man!" says Kira cheerfully. "I trust you've not slept well??" She keeps her hand on his air opening as he moans and tenses. Finally, she removes her hand and he takes an urgent breath, full of cigarette smoke blown from her mouth! He coughs and tries to cut the breath short, but she is blowing a steady stream of it directly into the breathing hole. He has to breathe it in and goes into a coughing/choking fit.

"Time for your morning smoke, hon!" she hollers, and takes another drag, exhaling at his tube. He hollers and chokes in protest but she just cackles sadistically. Now Angela gets in on the act, blowing her smoke at him with her hand on his forehead, as he realizes that she is there. He shakes and strains and coughs in misery, but strangely enough, his cock is getting quite hard in its tight sheath. They watch him for a little while, giving him a break, before Kira decides to stick her cigarette right in the small duct-tape hole, causing a spasmodic choking fit in the non-smoker. His nose is completely covered-up, so this is his worse-case scenario. She lets him take a couple "tokes" before removing it, enjoying his severe coughing distress and hollering.

"Just getting your day off to the right start, Kevin!" she smirks. "Nearly 16 hours like that! You were a good, quiet boy! I had a good sleep! You've paid your penance now, so I'll let you out!" She snips around his catheterized, chastitized cock carefully while "nurse" Angela disconnects the urine tube to the full piss-bag, quickly putting the stopper into his cath-tube to prevent any leakage. He moans and coughs while she pats his trapped cock, saying "MY cock, MY cock!" He knows he's in the hands of a dangerous woman, but she has cast a spell on him. He'd love to fuck the shit out of her right now. But now, he can't even fuck!

She cuts along the edge of the narrow padded body-bench through the tight, thick layers of stretch-wrap and duct-tape as he eagerly looks forward to his release. His joints and back are sore from the long immobilization and it will take him awhile to get moving. Finally they peel it all off of him and he sighs in huge relief, beginning to bend his arms and legs. Kira removes his gag-piece and he works his sore jaw. He tries to sit up, but can't without aid. Angela grabs his sock-sheathed hands and slowly helps him into a sitting position, his lower back killing him. He feels light-headed and high from the ordeal and from the smoke inhalation. What a sight to wake up to he marvels, as he admires her beautiful face and big boobs as he sits up. She is wearing only her black thong undies. A naked Kira undoes his high neck-collar and he slowly moves his head back and forth and up and down.

"Thirsty, dear?" asks Kira sweetly. He nods. "Hungry?"

"Oh yeah" he croaks, and coughs. "Are you trying to kill me with that damn smoke??"

They just smile at him and Angela grabs the piss bag to get rid of it and to go get some water for him. Instinctively his hand goes to his encased cock and he paws at it through the layers of stockings and tube-socks, feeling no sensation but a hardening within the tight tube. He notices the capped-off invasive catheter hanging out from the opening of it. He moans.

"We'll get that catheter out sometime later, dear" she says sweetly. "I like how that tube looks there, just the right diameter for the piss-hole! And that device stays on, of course!" A low growl. Angela puts a large cup of water in his sock-encased mitts and he drinks greedily, dribbling some on himself. He is done in short order and burps. Kira takes the cup and he holds out his arms expectantly for her to peel off the socks & stockings. Her response is to smile and grab a roll of duct-tape. "Oh, no, sweetie. Put your hands and arms together!"

"Kira, this isn't nec--"

"Oh yes it is necessary, Kevin!" she hollers sternly, her demeanor changing in an instant. Angela grabs his arms to put them together and he sighs resignedly as Kira begins tightly winding the silver tape around his wrists. Up his forearms she goes, smoothly and tautly overlapping the tape, crushing his elbows together and finishing over half-way up his biceps to the tops of the tube-socks as a smile creeps onto her face. She tears the tape off with a flourish and tears off strips to fill in the gap between his upper arms, smoothing it down firmly front-to-back as he moans at her thoroughness. She then tightly, solidly winds the tape around his hands and goes back up over his wrists and forearms again, smoothing it all down meticulously. She smooths down strips to cover the fingertips up too. His pulsing hands and arms have become one, entirely encased in tight duct-tape. He sighs and his cock gets painfully hard in its steel prison, keeping it in its strict downward-angled grip against his ballsack.

"Let me help you up and get to the potty now!" she smiles, slowly pulling him up by his wrists as he groans in pain, and guides him toward the bathroom unsteadily, his joints stiff and sore and his head spinning in a nicotine haze. He plops down on the toilet carefully and feels a burning sensation in his bladder and penis. She reaches down and removes the stopper from the catheter, releasing a quick, hot spurt of piss.

"Do your business now, and then into the shower! And while you're sitting there..." she says as she runs into the living room, "...you're gonna have a smoke!", as she returns with her menthol cigarettes and lighter.

"No, please, Kira--" he says, but she pulls one out with a stern, admonishing look.

"Look, Kevin, you have no choice!" she hollers as she pushes it toward his reluctant, clamped mouth. Her beautiful blue eyes are ablaze with resolute stubborn determination. She stares him down as he groans, coughs and parts his lips to accept the hated cigarette. He's never done this before! He presses the filter between his lips as she flicks the lighter, lighting it with a smirk of triumph.

"Now, smoke it! I mean, REALLY smoke it, boy!" He can't believe he's doing this as he sucks on it and inhales the noxious smoke into his tired, burning lungs, coughing and choking immediately on it, wanting to spit the damn cigarette out of his mouth. "Don't drop it, Kevin! If you do, you'll be really sorry!" He coughs, grimaces and nods, expelling the offending smoke through his nose and mouth as she watches, smiling triumphantly. "Smoke it good! Inhale! You're a smoker now, my dear!" He takes another forced toke and inhales, with the predictable results.

She shuts the bathroom door opposite the toilet and he sees himself sitting there in the mirror helplessly armbound with the disgusting cigarette in his mouth, smoke around his head, coughing and wheezing. His mouth is dry and tastes like an ashtray, his throat, lungs and sinuses are irritated, his eyes are watering, his hair is a mess and he feels nauseous. He's never felt so defeated, controlled, humiliated, miserable and disgusted.

"Now look at yourself smoking. I think it's so sexy!" she giggles. He shakes his head and moans miserably in disbelief and revulsion at the mirrored image in front of him. She lights one herself and begins brushing her thick black hair at the medicine cabinet mirror, leaving it stuck in her mouth. She looks at him in the mirror and winks. The small bathroom quickly fills up with smoke, and he has a bowel movement, adding to his nausea. His intubated urethra burns.

He coughs, keeping a good lip-grip on the cigarette, his head spinning, watching her in her naked, tattooed, sexy splendor. He'd like to grab her perfect round ass and fuck the shit out of her from behind. "I'm so fucked!" he thinks. "Every which way!" His imprisoned, locked cock is painfully throbbing in its tight, cruelly short stainless-steel prison and his scrotum burns at the base in the squeeze of the super-tight steel cock-ring. He moans as smoke gets into his eyes and nose, and coughs as he breathes more in. He finishes his crap and more piss dribbles out of the cath-tube.

"Kira, can I have another drink of water?" he croaks.

"Well, finish that smoke, and I'll give you a drink, dear." she says sweetly. "Smoke it good! Feel that high!" She watches as he reluctantly takes more drags, inhaling, wheezing and coughing. He feels high as a kite, like he's stoned out of his gourd. He has to acknowledge that this part of it isn't all that bad, but he knows the insidious addictive allure of nicotine and tobacco, which is why he's stayed away from it, along with not wanting to do harm to his lungs. His besieged, polluted lungs were really protesting now!

The tiny room is sickeningly dense with smoke. "Kira, could you turn on the exhaust fan, please?" he begs.

"No, sorry, darling" she smirks, inhaling deeply and blowing smoke at him. "Now finish up your cigarette, dear. Finished with your stinky business there?"

"Yeah" he coughs.

She sticks her cigarette back in her mouth and pours warm water into a squirt-bottle. "Bend forward." She squirts it down his ass-crack, emptying the bottle to clean him off.

"What a sight" he thinks in dismay, regarding himself in the long mirror on the door, through the smoky haze, his sock-sheathed arms and hands tightly crushed together, hanging uselessly between his legs in silver solid duct-tape, leaning forward on the toilet, the disgusting half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, hair all disheveled, his steel-entrapped catheterized cock pressed under the toilet seat, while she in her nude glory is bent over, squirting water on his ass. Again, he wanted to drop the damn cigarette. He coughed.

"We'll finish our smokes now, then jump into the shower with Angela" she smiled. She watches as he takes another puff, coughing and feeling about ready to faint and puke. The beautiful, voluptuous Angela came in, smoking, of course, and smiled at them. She removed her skimpy thong underwear and turned on the shower. His cigarette is finally smoked about down to the filter and Kira took it from his mouth, dropping it into the toilet along with hers. Angela followed suit, and they both pulled him up. He felt so weak and light-headed that he could barely stand.

They cap off the catheter and help him step into the hot shower, following him into the tub, pulling the shower curtain. It felt great, as the hot water pelted upon him, running off of his head, shoulders and tape-sealed arms. He turned around and Kira took his place under the shower-head as his uni-arms poked at Angela. She smiled and grabbed his wrists, putting his sealed, smoothly-taped hands between her moistened, wet crotch that she had splashed water onto. She rubbed against them rhythmically, keeping a tight grip on his wrists. She sighed and smiled big at him, in rising excitement. Kira turned around and grabbed him around his waist, squeezing him tightly as she made humping motions against his rear. He was very turned-on, ready to fuck, but helpless to do anything about it with the infernal device rendering him impotent and in extreme discomfort. Angela made a wonderful sound as his hands rubbed her to climax as she ground down upon them, and she shuddered. She grinned and pivoted around him into the water spray, as Kira moved to take her place. Now it was her turn. She rubbed upon his taped hands urgently while Angela pinched his nipples, gripping his wrists firmly, against her soapy wet pussy, sighing, cooing and getting off in very short order.

Of course this was driving him nuts. In his tired, nicotine haze, he wondered briefly if this was a crazy dream, or a nightmare. Here he was in the shower with two of the hottest bitches he had ever seen, getting them off, while all he got was hot, frustrated and soapy,

as they lathered and washed him, alternately getting soaped and rinsed-off. Kira shut off the shower and they dried him off in the tub, taking care to linger at his trapped, helplessly throbbing steel-shrouded cock and trapped balls, flicking the catheter and making him crazy. She smiled sadistically at him. They were enjoying his frustration and torment immensely.

Kira dried off as Angels did, and she grabbed his chastitized cock, shaking it vigorously. "MINE, Kevin, mine!" she grinned. "Now, let's go eat!" He was too tired and frustrated to think of anything to say. The truth rang in her words though, and he was feeling more and more helplessly in her control. His would-be raging erection was completely contained and nullified by the device painfully constricting him. He moaned miserably.

Off to the kitchen they went, Kira leading him by his useless taped-up arms, to eat the cooled-off scrambled eggs and sausage patties Angela had prepared earlier. He was starving and quiet and ravenous as they fed him and gave him sips of coffee and juice. This enforced captivity was really fucking with his head. He was starting to think he liked it. Well, certain aspects of it. He was a hardcore bondage freak, and she had promised to let him have his turn with her today. This little smoky bitch was some kind of a witch, he thought, along with her incredibly sexy friend.

He thought of getting back at Kira in many devious ways, especially getting her locked into her own chastity device that Angela had confidentially told him about, using that as leverage to get himself unlocked from his perhaps. He thought that more than anything right now, though, he needed sleep after breakfast, as he had barely dozed-off overnight a few times for very short periods in his severe mummification. "If this damn nicotine high wears off", he thought. He thought about his cellphone. Maybe his brother or someone had tried to get in touch with him. Kira gave him another sip of coffee and Angela finished, saying it was time for her to get ready to dress and get going soon.

"Hey, dear", he said to Kira, accenting the "dear" in a sarcastic tone, "where's my cellphone?"

"I'll get it, dear" she cooed in kind. "I had shut it off last night." She came back and turned it on for him, lighting a cigarette.

"Uh, when are you gonna free my arms, honey??" he asked, in mock sweetness.

"Oh, when I feel like it, sweetness" she said, blowing smoke at him, keeping the game up. The phone came on, and buzzed, signifying a message or messages. "Looks like a couple of text messages, dear." She pressed the messaging keys. "Let's see..."

"Let me see, Kira" he said impatiently.

She closed the hinged phone and shoved it over to him. "OK, open it, punch the keys and see."

He looked at the closed phone, at his completely useless tightly taped-together hands, and at her helplessly. She smirked.

"Well, Kevin??" She sipped her coffee with her cigarette in hand, coyly watching him. Staring into those beautiful, playful, smoky blue eyes, her long dark eyelashes batting at her long black bangs, he was entranced. He smirked and nodded for her to take the phone back.

She smiled, reached over, took it and opened it again, hitting the keys. "Who's Bob?"

"My brother. What's he say?"

" 'Hey, bro, what it is?' Then, 'Where you at??' Cool. What you say, Bro? What it is, man?? Haha!"

"Tell him I've been abducted by a crazy, sexy control-freak lady."

"OK." She smiled and hit the buttons on the keyboard pad. She typed out the message, but seemed to be elaborating, with the length of time she took, and the amount of beeps emitting from the keypad. She was smirking, and took another long drag. Finally she finished and sent the text.

"What all did you text him??"

"Oh, that you've been abducted by a super-sexy, gorgeous, amazing woman and that you're having the weekend of your life, 'Bro'!" she smiled.

"Well, Kira, no denying that!" he chuckled. "What about the 'control-freak' part?"

"ME???" she said in mock indignation. They laughed. "And I said you may not be at your place for a few days, as you're so crazy about me and shackin' up, and you may be pretty incommunicado."

"You did??"

"Yes. Seein' as you're on unemployment, I don't see as you have anywhere else more important to be, my dear!" she grinned, raising her eyebrows beneath her bangs.

He sighed, and coughed. "Oh, Kira..."

"Oh, Kevin." she interrupted. "I'm keepin' you here for awhile, to get you properly trained! You're mine, and so's your cock! Hehe! And I've got your car here, and you have no pets to feed. I'm trainin' you, boy! YOUR SEXY ASS IS MINE!"

"But Kira, I'll have to--"

"You'll have to NOTHIN', Kevin!!" she hollered. "What did I say about resistance?!?"

"Uh, that it's futile, but--"

"BUT NOTHIN'!!!" She slapped the table hard and jumped up out of her chair, almost knocking it over and took a hard drag, spewing smoke at him, that crazy look in her eyes. "Not another word now about it!!! Don't get me goin' or you'll be real sorry!!" Angela came out, half-dressed, to make sure everything was all right.

"Oh shit, here we go again..." he thought. He was in no position to argue or do anything about it for now, and sure didn't want to get her going, with her temper and temperament. "OK DEAR," he hollered, "OK!"

She went behind his chair, nodding to Angela, and locked her arms around his neck, squeezing a little too tightly, making him nervous. She bit his ear a little bit too hard and he winced. He raised his bound arms up under the table, but could do nothing. Then she began licking inside of his ear, soon probing into his ear canal, driving him nuts, as she kept the tight grip-lock on his neck, her cigarette smoke going into his face. "You be a good boy," she whispered/hissed into his wet ear "and I'll be nice. You be nice and cooperative and agreeable, and I'll keep my end of the bargain up today for you to have your turn with me later, as promised. And you'd better not hurt me or try ANYTHING funny, Kevin. You'd just better not, because besides Angela, I have some pretty rough friends you wouldn't wanna have to get acquainted with..." She squeezed his neck harder for emphasis and he could feel his throat constricting and face turning red.

He murmured in agreement through clenched teeth, and she gradually lightened up the choke-hold. Angela went back to getting dressed. She let go and came to his side, taking a deep drag and spewing the smoke in his face. A sudden big smile lit up her face. "Let's have no further misunderstandings, dear", she said calmly, her whole demeanor changed. "Stay right there, I'll be back in a minute. Hold my cigarette for me." She stuck it between his reluctant lips and he moaned and coughed. Her words resonated in his head to not try anything funny as he thought about getting her locked-up in her "hidden" chastity device that Angela had told him about overnight. He shuddered as smoke went up his nose and his eyes watered.

He heard them talking in back and in a couple minutes she returned with Angela. She was wearing the stainless steel chastity device! He looked at her in shock, then at the smirking Angela, who gave him a sly wink. The bitch had betrayed him! He almost dropped the burned-down butt in his mouth and choked a bit as he inhaled sharply.

"Angela thought that it was only fair that I be locked up too for our playtime. So we're both screwed, Kevin. But you more-so than me, because Angie-baby was considerate enough to insert a big nubby dildo in my pussy that presses on my clitty too and feels delicious!" She and Angela smiled at each other. Kira emphasized her point by lowering herself and grinding her hips sexually, smiling at Kevin.

She kept it up as Angela said "That's right, Kevin, fair is fair, but more fair for her, hehe!" Kevin was pissed that she had taken his get-even plan away from him, after she had given it to him last night! He was going to lock her up in the device himself, denying her stimulation and tease the hell out of her. Angela could see how incensed he was and gave him a sadistic chuckle. This evil pair was driving him nuts! Kira was grinding determinedly, pressing her fingers on the tight crotch-plate, cooing in her arousal, staring at Kevin as he turned red and spat out the burned-out cigarette. She just kept up her gyrations, moaning louder in sexual arousal until she climaxed, shuddering and dropping to her knees. Her show excited him and his trapped cathed cock, in spite of himself.

Angela grinned. She sternly warned him not to hurt Kira or do anything stupid or he'd be in big trouble from their mutual friends, as well as staying locked in chastity for the foreseeable future, reminding him the keys were not there, but in a very safe place off-premises. She snatched up his cell phone in dramatic fashion and put it in her purse. "I have Kira's phone too, so you can't call anyone. The computer is off and without the password you have no internet access. Now this is serious, Kevin. You be good and don't try anything funny like running off. You and her are a very good match and have many fun times ahead. She is very fond of you, and I of her. She's my girl, so don't hurt her - too much -haha!"

Kira went over to Kevin and began stroking his hair and beard. "Yes, Kevin, I am very fond of you" she cooed. "You are a fun and sexy boy. I do love your cock but you must learn patience, discipline and restraint now for a while, locked up in your device. It is ultimately for your own good. You will see. I want-" He began to interrupt but she shushed him loudly. "I want your love and service and devotion. Yes, love, Kevin. We are really two of a kind and it is fate or kismet that we met! You will want me and want to please me more and more as the weeks go by with your cock locked-"

"As weeks go by?!? Kira, I-"

"SHUSH!! You'll also learn not to interrupt me when I'm talking! Yes, with your cock locked up, you will think more about pleasing me, and less about just pleasing and pleasuring yourself selfishly, like all men do. You'll see. You'll be re-conditioned to think of me ahead of your selfish wants and desires. You'll be horny all the time, and your release will depend on how good a chastity boy you are being in service to me. And you'll thank me. This is all new and very sudden for you, I know."

She slithered onto his lap, moving his tightly-bound arms aside and caressing his cheek. "I'm doing this because I really want this to work, honey. I need commitment from you. Dedication. Devotion. Consideration. Love. I want to be your Goddess, to be worshipped. And you'll get lots of bondage!" Her big blue eyes shone with such love, radiance and earnestness, boring into him with such intensity as to touch his very soul and set his heart aflutter. His mind was a whirlwind of mixed thoughts and emotions as he stared into the entrancing eyes of the most beautiful, sexy woman he had ever met. And the craziest. And the most fun and interesting. And the most controlling and demanding.

His heart was pounding and his cock stirred in its tight steel prison. She had certainly cast a spell on him, and he wondered if she was a witch. He thought of what he could be getting himself in for. He thought of his poor cock being locked up most of the time for long periods, what it would do to him-He thought of her smoking and all the damn smoke-He thought of her abrupt mood swings-He thought of the great bondage-and the torture-- He thought he was going crazy as he stared into her beautiful, pleading, piercing eyes-just staring as she waited for his answer. How could he say no to her? How could he say yes? His cock was throbbing.

He finally cleared his dry throat, and said "Oh, Kira. What you do to me..." She stared at him expectantly, her eyes wide. "How can I..." Those eyes... "You are casting a spell on me. You are some kind of witch." Her expression softened and her eyes gleamed. "How the fuck could I say no to you?? For better or worse--" He smiled in resignation at her. She beamed and threw her arms around his neck, with his arms crushed helplessly together. How appropriate, he thought. He had crossed into the insanity zone, he knew.

"Oh Kevin!" she gushed. "I just knew you had to be mine! All mine!!" She hugged him tightly, rocking back and forth. Yeah, my cock too, he thought sardonically. Angela was smiling. He felt like a fly caught in a spider web. He felt happy and confused. He realized what a masochist he really was. "I love you Kevin!" She looked so happy and beautiful. He knew he had to say it.

"I love you too Kira." She kissed him hard, with heavy passion, her tongue darting hard inside his mouth. He returned the passion and they kissed for a long time, her hands messing his hair. He wanted to return the embrace. He wanted to fuck her. He tried to move his crushed-together arms and hands and his tumescent, catheterized cock wanted to burst its tight, painful stainless steel confines. He moaned in lust and frustration. She moaned happily back.

"Well, OK, lovebirds!" said Angela. "I'm so happy for you! She hugged and kissed Kira and hugged Kevin. "I've gotta go! Have fun! See you later!" They bid her adieu and off she went. Kira put her forehead on his and crossed her arms behind his head, staring into his eyes with a sweet, sexy smile. She patted the cruel device that agonizingly contained his throbbing manhood, knowing he wanted to fuck her desperately. The shiny steel pulsed with his lustful urgency. He groaned in need.

"My cock", she said. He looked at her pleadingly. She smiled and kissed him on the forehead. "You'll see, sweetie. This is for your own good-and ours. You will become so devoted, attentive and obedient to me. Your reward will be getting lots of bondage, and putting me in bondage sometimes! The hard part will be you getting all excited, stuck in that little chastity device. But everything will be leading up to the big reward when I finally unlock you and allow you to cum! It will be so hot! You'll be so horny, so willing to do anything to please me and make me happy..." She smiled at him. There was a strange kind of logic to what she was saying. His other pulsing head was not in agreement. His brain was going through convulsions right now, reeling with thoughts of what was to come with her: Obedience? How long will she keep me in lock-up? When will it ever end? Will I only be able to cum like every month or two? How can I and my libido handle it? What about all her smoke and forced smoking? What about my sanity? He felt tired, conflicted and exhausted, but nonetheless excited too.

"I guess we're both crazy enough to make this work, Kira." He said. "You've definitely got a hold on me, in more ways than one!" He gestured with his bound arms and looked at his cock. She smiled happily.

"Yes, Kevin. I've got you by the balls! Teehee! You're all mine! And I'm yours! Now, whose cock is that??" She smirked impishly at him.

"Uh, yours, dear", he said reluctantly, having to acknowledge the fact now. She beamed and gave him a hug. He loved to see her happy, but at what expense to him, and oh, how quickly she could change! He saw the trap he was in, having been lured into her lair and into her game. But now it was more than a game. It was very real and serious.

"You know, I do love your cock, dear, er, my cock," she said, giggling. "I like how you fuck me. You can still fuck me a lot though, Kevin, with my favorite big strap-on cock strapped on you above the device!" He made a disapproving moan. "You can fuck the shit out of me for a long time and stay hard all the time! Haha! It will be so hot!! It's all about pleasuring me now, and discipline, denial and simmering horniness for you. Your pleasure will come in due time, honey." She smiled broadly.

He sighed. She was clearly in control of him and loving it. This was like a fantasy he'd had for a long time, to have a hot woman put him in bondage and dominate him, but he never bargained for such a control-freak, schizoid woman as this.

"It will be, uh, interesting, Kira. Can you give me any idea of how long you might keep me locked up, if you don't mind my asking?" He shifted uncomfortably in the chair. So did she on his lap, in her tight stainless steel chastity belt.

"You can ask this one time, Kevin, and one time only. The answer is as long as it takes, as long as I deem necessary and appropriate." He gulped. "You have to go through a conditioning and acceptance process. I will tell you now though that if you are a good chastity lover boy, we're looking at a month in lock-up for phase one." She said matter-of-factly. "Phase two, who knows? Phase three??..." She shrugged and gestured with her hand.

He swallowed hard again, nodding slowly. "I see..."

"You will see, it is really for your own good! And the good of our relationship! Oh, Kevin, this will be wonderful!" She hugged him again. "And lots of bondage for you! Your fantasy!" Not exactly, he thought.

"Mmmm, whatever you say, dear."

"That's what I want to hear, dear!" Another big hug.

His tightly taped together arms and hands were throbbing, and his cock. "Could you please cut my arms loose now, dear?" This 'dear' thing was making him nauseous.

"Since you ask so nicely, dear...no! I told you I'd do it when I felt like it. Not when you feel like it."

God, such a control freak, he thought. "About this darn catheter--"

"Oh my god, Angela was supposed to remove it!"

"Well, it's pretty simple. You put the syringe into the stem and suck out the water to the balloon holding it in my bladder, and then you slowly pull it out."

"Never messed with one, but guess I could do that. Have you seen the syringe?"

"No. Let's look."

Across town, Angela was smiling as she drove off for the day, with the catheter syringe in her purse. They would have to get the empty piss collection bag that she had draped on the bathroom tub and hook him up to it until she returned later in the evening, rather than keeping the stopper plug in the catheter. She kept smiling about having the key to Kira's chastity belt in her purse also. Kira didn't know that she was going to be locked in the tight uncomfortable device for a few days. And she smiled about foiling Kevin's plan that she had given him to put Kira in the device, sans dildo, of course, to tease and deny her orgasms in bondage. The look on his face was priceless when they came out and he saw her locked in it, and that she could still achieve orgasms. She chuckled. She was very happy that Kevin had fallen into Kira's trap and was now locked up and committed to her best friend. And she had their cellphones to keep them incommunicado. Although Kira could still e-mail her if necessary. A very good day, she thought.