I left home as I do any other morning, wrapped up in my thick black coat and scarf in a vain attempt to shield myself from the winter breeze. Hopping hastily into my car on the slippery drive I scurry off to work in the next town just a few miles away from here. I desperately blow into my hands trying to invite even the faintest warmth into my shivering fingers, cussing the weather and all the while disliking the fact I had to go to work in such abnormal temperatures. Little did I know what pleasures were in store for me by the end of the day and how blinding cold could turn into blazing heat in a matter of hours…

Firstly I should introduce myself. My name is Mike, I’m 26 years old and am of average build. I live in a fairly agricultural area of the UK, preferring the easy way of life as opposed to the hustle and bustle of the cities. I work weekend nights for a local taxi company while during the week I busy myself with general handyman work in my local village. You could say im a jack of all trades doing anything from putting up shelves to a spot of plumbing or even decorating. The bulk of my income comes from the weekend work as the town is generally busy up until the very early hours which provides me with more than adequate money to live on. The weekday job is just a little something to put away for a rainy day if you like.

It was Tuesday and today I had been asked to do a little decorating by Mrs Butcher, an old friend of the family. She had been our neighbour when I was living with my parents years ago and she had moved out of the town into another village to enjoy her retirement, having lost her husband the previous year. There wasn’t a great deal of work to be done and once I was finished the rest of the day would be mine to enjoy. I sanded, painted and wallpapered the lounge, as instructed, and began to tidy up my brushes and other tools and packed them into my car ready to leave. After collecting my fee from Mrs Butcher and ensuring her satisfaction with my work I made my way to the car. As I put on my seatbelt an alarm rang out loudly from my pocket and I discovered it was a reminder on my mobile phone. It read ‘Damien 27 today’ and I realised I had set all of my friend’s birthdays in my calendar so as to avoid the embarrassment of forgetting them during the year.

Damien was the boyfriend of Melissa, a friend of mine since high school, she works as a trainee vet at a local practice. We had always got on very well together and shared many a night over their place getting drunk and having a good time. Melissa and I had never dated although I always had a soft spot for her. I valued our friendship too much to ruin it over crazed lust. Damien on the other hand was a self employed DJ mainly being hired for parties and functions all over the area. The last time I had seen him he had told me he had got a gig at a large night club chain in a city about 2 hours away, which could lead to a regular, and very profitable job if he were to impress the bosses. The audition for the gig was in fact on his birthday which had not been ideal but such an offer was far too good to refuse birthday or not. As today was that day I knew he would be getting the van loaded with all his gear and getting away by the middle of the afternoon so as to miss the traffic and arrive early at the club to get setup ready to start that evening.

Being barely lunchtime, and only being a short drive away I decided to take a detour via their house and try to catch Damien before he left to say happy birthday. I arrived at their place to find Melissa’s car outside but the van had gone. Damien had obviously left earlier than I had anticipated. Not wanting to waste my trip over there I walked through the small iron gate around the side of the house to the back door - only strangers use the front door.

The back door was closed but unlocked so I let myself in as I had done a million times before taking my shoes off swiftly so as not to drag mud all along the hallway. There was no sign of Melissa. I then noticed a small pink piece of paper, in the shape of a heart, stuck to the wall cupboard in the kitchen which was addressed to Damien.

The note read “Happy Birthday Darling! I Hope you had a great day and haven’t missed me too much I took the liberty of wrapping your present up and its been waiting for you in the lounge all day! Unwrap it slowly! Love You! Melissa xxx”

I placed the note back on the cupboard and walked quietly through the hallway so as not to shock Melissa should I find her about the house. The hallway was narrow with three doors followed by the stairs at the far end. Walking past the doors to the downstairs bathroom and Damien’s study seeing them both unoccupied I head towards the stairs with the intention of calling out for Melissa hoping she would maybe be upstairs. As I turned to face the foot of the stairs I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. Jerking my head to the left sharply I almost fell back into the wall in utter amazement. I could not believe what I saw. Opposite me, through the lounge door, in the centre of the dimly lit room was a stained wooden coffee table. As beautiful as the table was, this was not what knocked me off my feet. Lying on top of the table was one of the most amazing sights a red-blooded male could ever wish to see. It was Melissa.

She was completely naked from head to foot, tied in a pretty strict-looking hogtie. The only material that covered any large area of skin was what looked like a black pair of tights securely wrapped twice over the top half of her face just above her nose. Her eyes were not visible so I assumed she could see nothing, also the tights covered both her ears so her hearing was probably reduced too. Taking stock of the vision before me I enter the room silently to assess the situation. Her delicate ankles were tied tightly with rope as were her knees. Her ankles were then cinched through the middle and pulled up so that her heels rested on her buttocks. Her wrists were encircled with heavy duty leather cuffs with shiny brass locks, which were locked with another padlock to a chain around her waist. Her ankle tie was also locked to this chain and it then appeared to go down tightly through her legs presumably to meet the other end of the waist chain in her front. Her big toes were tied neatly together with what looked like shoe laces, which were then cinched and the free end ran to a D ring at the back of her head. The D ring was attached to a red ball gag harness which had straps all around her head and also under her chin. This did an effective job of silencing her for the duration of her ordeal. Drool was escaping at the sides of her mouth splashing on the table as the large ball sat stubbornly behind her teeth preventing her from closing her lips.

As I scanned the room I noticed a large wooden chest laid out on the sofa. It was made of dark stained wood and had red fur lining on the inner side. In the chest were an array of objects one might find in the back room of most adult shops. There were clamps, chains, gags, dildos, plugs, vibrators, paddles and whips of all shapes and sizes. Being a bondage lover I knew what these things were and could not believe the size of her ‘collection.’

Inside the lid of the chest sat another note, which read “Yours to do with as you please Baby. Happy Birthday! P.S be sure to check out the remote controls on the table next to your present ”

Up until this point I had not startled Melissa and to my knowledge she didn’t even know I was in the room with her. I now faced a serious dilemma. Did I leave and pretend I had seen nothing or stick around and have some fun. On one hand I really didn’t want Melissa to know I had seen her, or worse that I had stuck around. But then she wouldn’t see me, would she?! Also I did not want Damien returning to find me taking advantage of his girl and beat the crap out of me! But he wouldn’t be back til late, would he?!

Finding the risk to be too great I headed for the back door quietly but hastily and placed my hand on the door handle when the phone rang… it rang off (as Melissa was ‘busy’) and a message was recorded on the answer machine. Quickly reducing the volume on the machine to minimum so as not to alert Melissa, I listened. It was Damien. It turned out that there were six DJ’s booked in for auditions that evening and he had drawn the final slot which would be a 2 hour set starting anytime between 11pm and 2am. This meant the earliest time Damien would be back would be 3am the following morning! That didn’t include de-rigging either and loading up the van to come home.

I hesitated at the door. My mind wandered from the fantasy of using Melissa all day long as I had always imagined, then back to the harsh reality of what could happen if Damien came back early or if I messed up and she found out it was me taking advantage of her and not her lover. Unfortunately for Melissa, this time lust won and I found this risk worth taking.

I found my hand wander from the door handle to the key which swung gently underneath. I turned the key and heard the lock click into position and I turned to begin my fun.

I entered the lounge to find Melissa exactly where she had been moments earlier. As if I was surprised. As I again scanned the room I saw a small envelope, which I had not previously spotted, sat next to Melissa’s bound body. Gently feeling the bulge in the envelope I realise it held the keys to her bondage. I picked up the envelope and placed it in my back pocket for safe keeping. I then reached to the other side of the table and picked up the two remote control units and sat down in the armchair and studied my prey. She was quite happy in her bondage although I questioned the strictness of the tie as she intended to be in it for many hours! This was bound to cause discomfort when she was untied later or especially when Damien came home to unwrap his present!

On the first remote control was just two buttons and a simple on/off switch which had an extra option that was a random setting. This remote was currently set to off as was the other remote which had the same setup. However there were 4 buttons on this controller. After consulting the nearby instructions I found one was the remote for a vibrating butt plug and the other a vibrating dildo with spinning beads in the shaft. Both were buried deep under Melissa’s crotch chain. I turned both devices to the ON setting.

This was it, the moment she would realise she was not alone and at the mercy of… WHO? Even she must know its still way to early for Damien to be back… I simultaneously press the buttons on the vibrators up to high and her body tenses for a few seconds in shock before she starts to moan and thrash around in desperation as the assault on her pussy and ass begins. My keen eye notices it build, her moans become louder, her breathing deeper and her movement more forceful. She has nowhere to go and she can do nothing but endure my torment. As she races towards her first orgasm of the afternoon, I quickly turn both plugs off denying her of relief. Her moans turn to tortured wailing, which I gracefully ignore.

I move to the box of toys and pick up two long leather belts. Wrapping one end around her bound legs I trail the other end around the base of the tabletop and secure her legs to the table. I repeat the process around her lower back so that it is arched further and her breasts and hard nipples are raised off the shiny tabletop. A moan escapes the rubber ball stuffed in her mouth and I grab my next implements from the chest. I attach the metal clover clamps to her firm nipples, this provokes a scream from behind the gag which is barely audible and is again ignored. Between the clamps is a thin chain which leads down the front of the table and loops back up about a foot off the floor. To this chain I tie 2 weights I had found in the chest and her nipples are pulled harshly downwards while the toe string keeps her head pulled back.

I then retire to the armchair once again to enjoy the show. Both vibrators are set to low now and the dildo’s beads are fired up. According to the manual this emulates being fucked without actually being fucked. The expression in her tightly strapped face changes again to one of concentration as she tries in vain to ignore the vibrators deep in her pussy and ass. She fails unsurprisingly and begins to thrash again as her orgasm builds quicker this time, the pain in her nipples becomes more like pleasure with every vibration, her whole body is taken over by the need to find relief. The desperate need to come. Sweat glistens on her skin in the soft light and I notice a little wetness on the table under her pussy all showing me I am doing very well at keeping her aroused. I slow the vibrators enough to suspend the torture just a few more moments until she reaches the point of no return. I instantly crank both vibes to maximum and pull down hard on the nipple chain causing a sharp intake of breath followed by an almighty muffled scream which seemed to last for several minutes. Her whole body shuddered violently as wave after thunderous wave of orgasm ripped through her body.

I let go of her nipple chain but left the vibrators on high as I walked over to the treasure chest once more retrieving another item I desired. Melissa was still riding the waves of her previous orgasm long after it had hit her. Moments later I returned to her side and turned the vibes to their random setting, This kept the speed at high but at random On/Off intervals. This would ensure her arousal would remain high but not let her come, unless it wanted her to, then she would have no choice. I loosened the belts holding her to the table then untied the toe string holding her head back and she moaned as her head was returned to its normal resting place for the first time in god knows how long. I remove the weights on her nipple chain then turned her over onto her back and retightened the belts so she is held down to the table once more with her head hanging back off the edge of the tabletop. In one swift motion I remove the straps to her gag and remove it. Allowing only a few seconds of jaw movement, although strangely silent, before I wedge in a ring gag to keep her mouth open. At this point she realised my intentions and began to protest but again, I ignored her. She didn’t have a choice she was mine to do with as I wanted and best of all she didn’t have a clue who I was! While she continued protesting I attached a cord to the back strap of the ring gag and tied the free end this time to the legs of the table and pulled her head back tight. This only increased her protests as she knew there was no getting away from what was coming next. I gave a sharp tug on her nipple chain just to reinforce my control over her bound body.

Now came my reward for looking after my slave so well. Her entertainment for the afternoon would come at a price, I decided. I walked round to where her head was and dropped my trousers to the floor, removing them as well as my boxer shorts before sinking to my knees in front of her. I presented my rock hard cock to her wide open lips and she instantly shook her head from side to side in an attempt to stop me getting in. It didn’t. A pull on her tortured nipples reminded her who was in charge and she returned her head nervously to its resting place. Once again I presented my cock to her lips, this time slapping it around her face for a while to add to her humiliation, before finally I forced the head of my cock in her mouth. I moved it in and out a few times to try to encourage her to play along but she didn’t until I heard the buzzing of the vibes in her increase. She began to writhe around as best she could and gradually got lost in the moment. She started to lick the head of my cock and I responded by presenting more of its length in between her parted lips. As she started to buck her hips again I began pumping the full length of my cock in and out of her mouth, my balls slapping against her nose with every stroke. My strokes began to get faster and more erratic as my cock almost made her gag with every thrust. Eventually I felt my orgasm build and I slammed my cock in as far as she could take it and I exploded into one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. My warm juices shot down her throat and all over her face whilst the at the same time the vibes inside her slammed into full speed and she quivered into her second orgasm of the afternoon. She led there shuddering in post orgasmic bliss as I withdrew to wipe the head of my cock on the inside of her open lips. The shimmer of the milky white fluid ran around her mouth before snaking down around her nose. I gathered up the running juices and wiped my finger on her lips once more so she could savour my flavour for a little more. Also this served the purpose of not getting the tights covered in sperm and giving away my being there when Damien found it. I hoped that by the end of the evening there would be no need for the ring gag for her to suck me off, at the moment she was likely to complain… I needed to fix that.

I got up from the floor and put my clothes back on for the time being. I walked to the kitchen to gather my thoughts and get myself a drink. After slurping on a glass of water I returned to the armchair in the living room to think for a minute. I thought of the many hours I had spent on the internet looking at photos and watching videos of women tied up in bondage and predicament situations. I had dreamt many times of what I would do in a situation such as this but I had to try very hard to remove the mental block I was having.

After much deliberation I decided on a plan of action. I stood up and undid the straps holding my captive to the coffee table, as well as the rope holding her head to the table legs. Removing the envelope from my pocket I found the key to the lock holding her ankles to the waist chain and removed it letting her legs stretch out straight. Leaving her there for a moment to wriggle a bit I went to the toybox. I pulled out a long rope and threw it over one of the varnished wooden beams that supported the ceiling. I tied this to the centre eyebolt of a three foot spreader bar and let it hang about 6 feet off the ground. In front of this setup I threw a matching rope over the next beam and let the two ends hang down. I walked over to the door and picked up the heavy doorstop which sat in the shape of a dog around 18 inches off the floor. I don’t know where this item came from but it was a very neatly crafted hollow shell that had been filled with concrete to increase the weight. I tied one end of the hanging rope a couple of times around the dog’s neck and sat it on top of a stool a few feet in front of the hanging spreader bar.

Now to prepare my slave for her new position. She had wriggled to the edge of the table but not gotten much further as I had guessed. I pulled out the ring gag she had been wearing and replaced it with a thick leather panel gag which had straps that once again went all round the head of the wearer, but also had a detachable blindfold. After tightening the straps securely I clipped the matching blindfold on further restricting the light from her view. Leaving the nipple clamps firmly in place I held her under the arms and pulled her to her feet. She wobbled slightly at first and I put my arms around her to steady her gently. I walked her over to the spreader bar and began to get her in position. I unlocked the padlock behind her back that held her wrist cuffs to the waist chain. I removed one wrist and relocked the padlock leaving one wrist free and one locked. I grabbed hold of the free wrist quickly and pulled it up to one end of the hanging bar and attached it to the eyebolt with another padlock. Repeating this procedure with the other wrist left her immobilized under the bar with her hands spread apart above her head. Not satisfied with the height I pulled on the cord hanging from the ceiling which lifted the bar up until she was on her tiptoes. I went to the toybox again and pulled out another spreader bar and tied her ankles to either end. The extra width of her ankles caused her to have to stretch her feet out like a ballerina to touch the floor. Perfect I thought.

I found the key to the waist chain and removed it temporarily to gain access to the plugs deep inside her. She moaned gingerly as I rubbed her clit a couple of times before removing the plug from her soaking pussy. This was the first time I had seen her pussy and I couldn’t help but admire it for a second. It was completely bare and her juices glistened in the soft light. I left the butt plug in for now then relocked the waist chain tightly leaving the excess chain hanging down her back between her legs. I retrieved the second end of the cord attached to the door stop. At the same time I grabbed the chain from between her legs, pulled it through, and after pulling most of the slack tied the cord to the end link of the chain. I adjusted the chain between her legs so it ran over the end of the butt plug in her asshole and up through the folds of her pussy lips before gliding straight over her swollen clit.

I stepped away for a moment and recovered the remotes to the but plug and dildo. I switched the plug to low before taping the dildo to the crotch chain about 4 inches from melissa’s clit and turning it also to low. Immediately melissa’s hips began to rock gently and a few moans escaped from behind the tight gag. Without warning I cranked the vibes up to maximum and kicked the stool from under the door stop causing it to drop a few inches. Melissa let out a yelp as the chain between her legs pulled taught and the swinging weight caused it to move ever so slightly back and forth until it stopped swinging. The weight just hung there suspended from melissa’s crotch chain. The butt plug was forced deep in her ass and her pussy was cut in half by the chain, with every movement her clit rubbed against the cold metal links. The vibrations travelled along the chain and teased her clit unavoidably. After a few moments watching her squirm I decided to change the vibe on the crotch chain for a stronger one as the batteries were running low. Returning to the toybox I rummaged around until my eyes met with the perfect item. The hitachi wand was burried deep in the box and I quickly pulled it out along with the long cable and plugged it into the mains. With more duct tape I secured the heavy duty vibrator to melissa’s crotch chain and turned it on to full power. Immediately melissa’s head flew back and she screamed into her gag. It wasn’t long before her hips bucked fast and she came time and time again unable to get away from the constant stimulation of the wand.

I have always loved watching videos of women tied up enduring forced orgasms and now I had my very own cum whore to play with for the day. I sat back in the chair watching melissa come uncontrollably time after time and thought about my next move. Although the chain did a very good job at carrying the vibrations from the wand, this was just a warm up. I wanted her to be forced to endure the full unrelenting stimulation of the wand. The tight crotch chain did serve a purpose however and that was to make her pussy and swollen clit VERY sensitive. I would take advantage of this shortly…

After about half an hour I picked up the stool and put the door stop back on it allowing melissa to wriggle her pussy free of the chain. I removed the vibe and unlocked the crotch chain leaving her naked body spread tight in front of me. I walked out into their garage and retrieved a metal microphone stand from Damien’s storage room. After removing the top piece of the stand it stood about 3 or 4 inches from melissa’s crotch level. Taking an 8 inch dildo from the toybox I grabbed the roll of duct tape and secured the dildo to the top of the stand. Next was the hitachi wand, which I taped to the stand next to the dildo. I picked up the stand and walked over to my slave who was awaiting my instruction. I placed the stand so that two of its legs went over the front of her ankle spreader and the other to the back. I placed my hand over her wet pussy and rubbed gently before wiping her juices on the huge dildo awaiting her. Without hesitation I lifted her body upwards and over the stand. I glided her down over the dildo and she gasped as its huge length invaded her tight pussy. My measurements were perfect and as her toes came to rest on the floor her clit was pushed down onto the head of the hitachi wand. I added the weights to her nipple clamps once more inviting a muffled groan from my gagged slave. Walking over to the plug socket I turned on the vibe once more and walked over to watch the final part of the show. Melissa’s body instantly went rigid and she strained on her tiptoes to climb off the invader but to no avail. There was nowhere for her to go and all she could do was endure the harsh vibrations of the wand on her sensitive clit.

I watched her for a while with my dick in hand. I watched as the strong vibrations turned to pleasurable waves of orgasm over and over. She jerked back and forth as each orgasm hit her causing the metal clamps on her poor nipples to swing. After she came down from each orgasm her pleasurable moans changed into painful screams as the vibrator worked hard on her clit causing her pain from over stimulation. The cycle continued for a long while, pleasure turned to pain then back to pleasure and orgasm once more.

When I thought she’d had enough I turned the vibe off and removed the stand leaving her hanging limp from the bar. After loosening the cord holding the bar up I dropped her down to her knees and pulled the bar up taught once more before tying it off. I removed the blindfold and gag hoping that the todays activities would make her think twice about screaming for help or even speaking out of turn. I was right, she remained completely silent and still as I removed my trousers and boxers once more. I presented my hard cock to her lips and without any hesitation took it deep into her mouth and began licking and sucking like I had never experienced. It didn’t take long before I shot my hot cum all over her face and down her throat. It was to this day the best blowjob I have ever had.

Afterwards I got dressed and cleaned myself up in the bathroom then made myself a cup of coffee before finally, a while after, returning to wipe the now dried up cum from Melissa’s face and lips. I then removed the painful clamps and placed them back in the chest along with the other items I had used. She remained speechless although ungagged until I replaced her original ball gag harness back on her head and returned her to the position in which I found her earlier in the day. I changed the batteries in the remotes and vibrators and switched them both to random again switching the speed to its lowest setting to prolong the battery life and her torment. I then gathered my things and left her to her own self-made torment shortly before 8pm leaving her ample time to recover and prepare for when the real birthday boy got home! I should imagine he will have a good night using his slave when he gets home! Little does he know I already have!

This encounter has never been mentioned since (for obvious embarrassing reasons) and Melissa will never know it was my cock she sucked dry that day. I am the only one who knows the truth and I plan to take it to my grave. If however should she decide to betray me in the future the video I took on my phone that day may come in handy for blackmail purposes but until that day it remains on my phone and Melissa and I remain friends…