Author's Note: This is my very first story. Please let me know if you liked and want me to post more.

Chapter 1 (added: )

Nervous, excited, embarrassed, cheerful, horny; a turmoil of feelings, like thousands of butterflies in my stomach. I look in a large mirror in front of me and what I see is a 18 year old college student with a petite body, pale skin, blue eyes, a long blond hair tied in a ponytail and only wearing panties.

"What is she doing?" you may ask. Well, I'm waiting to be harshly and cruelly hogtied, probably even teased and humiliated...but don't worry! It isn't against my will. In fact, it took a long time to persuade my "torturer" to fulfill my desires, who is none other than my own mother.

About us; my mother is divorced, we live alone together in the same house, she writes adult books as a profession and hobby. My father, who is one of those rich and busy kind of people, helps me pay for my studies. We live a happy and simple life...well, perhaps not so ordinary anymore. Since I found out that my mother have a secret naughty hobby, one which aroused my curiosity about the most devious subjects, my life is much more interesting now.

As you can imagine, there is a story to be told, but at this moment my mother is coming...

Mother: "I'm ready, are you sure about this?"

Me: "Yes! Please mom, give me a hard challenge and follow the rules we agreed."

She puts copious amounts of black nylon rope on the bed and thoughtfully says: "Hummm...as you don't have much experience yet, it would be better to give you some slack."

Me: "Mom!! You promised not to go easy on me!"

She: "Ok, alright, but I dont want to hear complaints after. Turn around and kneel down next your bed with your arms behind your back."

With my heart racing already, I kneeled with my breasts resting on the bed. My mom hugs both my elbows with one arm while ties above them with several turns of rope and says: "It's nice that you are quite flexible, but unfortunately that means I can make this even more harsh and challenging for you."

Doing my best to hide the happiness in my voice, I say: "Don't worry, this also means that I can get loose easily."

She says "We'll see" while cinching the ropes tightly. She also guides the rope under my armpit, in front of my shoulders and behind my neck, and does the same on the other side, finally tying the end of the rope in the center of my elbows. All this seems to pull up my bindings above my elbows even more. Although its tight and restrictive, I don't feel any immediate pain or discomfort and the rope feels gentle and soft on my skin.

With another several turns of rope, she ties my wrists, wrapping them tight, pulling the end of the rope upwards, parallel to my arms and finally tying it above my shoulders. She says with a dominant voice: "Open your mouth." As I open my mouth as wide as I can, she shoves a big pair of folded socks inside. A cloth strap soon follows holding everything in. She loops the strap tighty around my head knotting it twice behind my head and effectively cleave-gagging me.

My mouth feels completely full, but given its soft content, I can still almost close it if I bite hard enough, but as soon as let it go, it expands and completely filled my mouth again. Wanting to test the effectiveness of my gag, I try to say something, but only a few muffled sounds escape.

"Are you testing your gag or trying to say something, little girl? It's too late to give up now." She gives me a hard slap in my butt and says: "Stand up and go in front of the mirror, I want to show you something." With my heart racing, I did my best to hide my trembling legs and went in front of the mirror as instructed.

"Turn your back towards the mirror and look back over your shoulder." After I did. "Do you see the several coils of rope on your wrists and above your elbows? This allows the rope pressure to be better distributed over a larger area on your skin, reducing rope marks and increasing the comfort while allowing it to be tighter and secure."

I nodded.

"All ropes should be tight enough to be possible to slip a finger under it, so it will not cut off circulation or hurt you if you struggle. Did you see this rope which goes behind you neck?" She asks while sliding a finger along it. "It ensures that your elbow ties stay fixed and can't slide down if you struggle, so you will have to find another way...But of course, don't let this stop you from trying. After all, this makes it more fun, right?"

"Another thing you should always be aware of is where you knot the ends of the rope. If you want to make it hard to get out of, these should be as far as possible from the hands. Usually knotting these on the inside facing away from the hands is hard enough, but as you wanted a real challenge, these are now placed all the way up you forearms. So good luck with that too. Any questions for now?"

I reply frustrated: "Hm ghn nht fpmhg!!" (I can not talk!!)

She laughs and says: "Just kidding, I just wanted to see your reaction. As I will demonstrate now, ropes don't have the sole purpose of binding, there are also aesthetic and teasing factors. Now turn around and face the mirror."

I turn around as she grabs a very long rope and coils it up above my breasts. "What I'm doing now it's usually called a chest harness", she says while finishes the upper part and begins to coil below my breasts. "It doesn't necessarily need to restrain the arms and can be tied directly on the body. Of course, you 'don't-go-easy-on-me little girl' will earn the strict version." I'm surprised when my arms are suddenly pinned very tight against my back. She probably cinched the loops between my chest and my arms.

"Ah! Do you want to see? Turn around and look over your shoulders again." And then: "Look, we cinch the rope down here and then bring the rope upwards all the way behind your neck, then down again and knot it in the center of your back, fixing everything together tightly, and finally we knot the end of the rope in your shoulder ties. This last one isn't really necessary, but it works more like a backup to prevent you from sliding the ropes down, and overlapping all of the ending knots in the same place makes it even harder to undo them. Not that I really think that you'll reach it anyways."

"Now the fun part." She grabs another rope and makes an intricate noose linking the rope above and below my breasts, right in the middle between them, twisting it a few times, and guiding each end of the rope towards each side above my shoulders. "See what happens when I pull this back here". She pulls it hard, and my boobs are cruelly squeezed.

"MHMM!!" I tried to scream. She lets the rope go and it slowly loosens.

"Don't waste your breath yet, you will need it. Well, as I said earlier, aesthetics and teasing. Also observe how this bra makes your small breasts look bigger, see?" From then on it's quite impossible to hide my emotions, my own view in the mirror is enough to make me blush. All I can do is shamefully nod.

"No need to be embarrassed. Wasn't it you who insisted on being made completely helpless and exposed? Now you will have to endure it." I noded again. "Speaking of that, I know very well why you're wearing still panties. Do you really think I wouldn't find out? Given what happened the last time, was pretty obvious that you would want to try it."

What's she talking about, you may ask? Well, long story short: last time, I caught my mother using a wireless bullet vibrator. First I found the controller and immediately got intrigued by the amount of options and, given the situation, it became impossible for her to hide what was happening. Then after that, she let me borrow it.

"Don't worry, I won't spoil your fun, but I don't think you'll really be able to reach the controller. So, where did you hide it?" Looking down in shame, I pointed with my foot in the direction under the bed. As she grabbed it, she also found and picked up a slave collar hidden in the same place and put them on the bed.

The collar is made of black leather, thick and padded on the inside, 2 inches wide, with a lockable buckle in the back and three D rings, one each side and one in the front, as well as a big O ring linked in the front. It's restrictive but very comfortable to wear.

She grabs more rope and begins to coil it up around my waist, and says: "There is another way to keep it inside, and then you can have your perfect exposed fantasy." With the rope end in the front, she suddenly lowers my panties and guides the rope under my crotch and to the back of my waist. Then to the front and to the back a second time, keeping the rope tight and making me bite down hard on my gag.

After that, she pulls the rope ending upwards, passing beneath all the other bindings and leaning their entire length close to my body, only to find the loose end of my breast harness (the ropes squeezing my breasts). The loose end acts as an anchor point and then the rope goes down to my waist, and upwards again.

"Okay, do as I say; push your chest forward and lift your ass." As she helps me: "Yes, like that, now hold this posture." Then she pulls the cord tight and finishes knoting it in the middle of my shoulders. "There is it. Did you like your new rope underwear?" I reply shaking my head. "Too bad, because it won't come off any time soon. I didn't tie this tight enough to cause you constant discomfort, but be aware, if you struggle too hard, you will have a surprise."

Then she forces me to look at the mirror: "Well, since you brought up the idea...", she says while buckling the leather collar around my neck. "Here." She takes a break for me to admire my reflection. "Is this exposed enough for how you insisted so much for me to do?"

Barely able to control my breathing and taking deep breaths, I nod.

"Lie on the ground now, let me finish your so asked 'challeging hogtie'". She helps me lie on my belly on the carpeted ground, and begins to loop rope around my thighs above my knees, cinching tight between them and knoting the rope end somewhere behind my back. "Almost there, hold it tightly." I answer her bad joke with an annoyed moan while giggling to myself.

At last, she does the same thing to my ankles, pulling the rope end upwards all the way to the back of my chest harness and leaving it there unknotted. I feel her pulling another piece of rope from my wrists down to between my thighs, then up all the way to the loose end linked to my feet.

"It's a shame that you can't see it, so let me explain: what I did was tie you in a way that pulls your wrists down and your ankles up, allowing a very tight yet considerably comfortable hogtie. Firstly, as your wrists are not tied directly to your ankles, is possibly to arch you to the point of one surpass the other. Secondly, as your feet are not tied in any way to your elbows but to your rope harness involving your whole upper body, the rope tension is distributed on a much larger area, decreasing the discomfort, since the elbow binding already exerts enough tension alone, thus allowing you to remain tied for much longer. And finally, using this rope pulley system, it allows me to adjust the severity of your hogtie very easily. I will demonstrate."

After explaining, she pulls the rope really hard, making my hogtie punitively tight; my feet are pulled all the way to the small of my back past my hands, and my upper torso arches backwards, lifting my breasts from the ground. On top of that, the crotch rope is now agonizingly tight and my rope bra squeezes my boobs mercilessly. "Any questions?"

I shake my head frantically: "NM! NM! NM!", pleading for her loosen it.

"Fine.", she says while letting the rope go. "As you can see, this can be very tough, even for someone as flexible as you. So, since I don't intend to untie you any time soon, I'll give you a chance to get used to it. Let's not overdo it ... for now." She gently presses my foot down, and slightly tightens the hogtie just enough to eliminate the slack all the way to my wrists, and then she knots it up in my back. "Note that the rope pulley isn't fixed, so if you pull your hands or your feet, the rope will still get tighter."

"One last detail." She holds my big toes together and ties them with some soft shoelaces, then doing the same to my thumbs. "I don't believe you will untie, not to say even reach, any knot with your hands or feet, but in any case you want this really hard right? So here is your hogtie challenge! According to what we agreed, unless you were in real pain, you will be kept naked, bound and gagged until you get out by yourself or until I can no longer watch over you. Just don't hope that this last case will happen any time soon. Good luck! And now for your additional entertainment and distraction, let's see..."

She takes the vibrator controller and is surprised after seeing how it is configured. "Pay attention little girl, because I'll ask only once: are you sure you want this configuration? Did you really try it before?" She holds the controller right in front of my face.

In fact, I had played a lot with it, testing all its many types of vibrations and timings, which ranges from divine pleasure to hellish torture. However, due to my petite body, it feels really big inside me; this, combined with its great power, prevented me from trying the higher intensity levels. For this occasion I chose a particularly devious mode: pulse vibrations with long intervals that would prevent me from climaxing, but always keeping me on the very edge. For the intensity, which ranges from 1 to 10, the maximum I could endure before chickening out, and only for a few moments, was 7. But this made me think: would I be able to withstand more if I had no choice?

"Pulse vibration, long intervals, intensity 8? Is this right? Are you really sure?"

I took a deep breath, gathering every ounce of courage that I had left, and nodded.

"If I thought you didn't stand a chance before, well..."

She turns it on and the first pulse hits me like a truck: "MMHH!!", making me regret my decision immediately.

"I'll be watching you from the bed while finishing my book. Enjoy your fun...or should I say torment."

That's it! I'm finally strictly helpless and exposed as I had dreamed. With the intention of savoring the moment, I tried to relax and calm down my breathing and heartbeat..."MMHH!!", this vibrator definitely isn't helping. Then I tested my bonds: not painfully tight but very restrictive nevertheless. If I stayed still, then the ropes will behave kindly; if I struggled hard, then they will quickly punish me... "MMHH!!", damn this vibrator!

Only 10 minutes passed before I already needed an orgasm badly..."MMHH!!", I tried to find a way to stimulate myself enough to push me over the edge but to no avail. My hands are tightly restrained and can't reach where I need to..."MMHH!!" Humping on my crotch rope hinders me more than it helps, because it also pushes my vibrator further in, making its torture even more intense. I can't even rub myself on some object because I can barely move..."MMHH!!"

The sexual frustration gets the better of me and makes me struggle hard and irrationally, and the ropes don't forgive. My hogtie gets tighter, arching my back and pulling my arms and legs as far as they can possibly go. My breasts are cruelly crushed by the ropes. My crotch rope feels like it's about to slice my body in half, and it presses the vibrator ever further into my body..."MMHH!!!!" Even the clinking noise from the O ring in front of my collar seems to be mocking me, constantly reminding me of my helpless situation.

After a while, which seems like an eternity, I hear my mother say "That's it!" as she gets up from the bed. "I'm done. Hold on."

Thank you god! I lift my head and look at her with a expression of relief.

She approaches me with something in her hands hands and says, "I'm tired of your moans." Then she loops a roll of bandages around my head and over my mouth , making it very snug and smooth, and holding it with tape.

The realization of what just happened made me widen my eyes in disbelief..."mmhh!?!?".

She says: "Much better."

I look at her with teary puppy eyes.

"What? Did you really think that I was already going to help get you out so soon? Sorry little girl, but you still have a long time ahead. Only half an hour has passed, and I can watch you all night, or even until tomorrow if I want to. So, unless you want to keep suffering, I suggest you stop panicking and actually try to get out. And don't forget that it was you who asked for this, insistently."

Trying to calm down again, I stay still for moment and begin to think.."mmhh!!" god dammit vibrator! Well, it's obvious I won't get out just struggling, I need to undo some knots, should be something that I can reach. There must be! Let me remember; my shoulders or wrists? Nah. My chest harness? Crotch rope? Neither. Ankles or thighs? I don't know! "mmhh!!!"

Being overstimulated for so long, now makes me uncontrollably hyperventilate and my body trembling. Oh god! ... WAIT!!! Wait!! wait! I-don't-know could be a good thing, I didn't see the last ones because I was already on the floor. Maybe, just maybe, they can be reach, but I need to see in the mirror to know.

So I started my torturous endeavour, humping forward towards the mirror. Using only my arms and feet as leverage proved to be useless; only the strongest efforts and struggles did any difference, and even then my progress was painfully slow. "mmhh!!!" The demon inside me was torturing me with its strong vibrations all the time without mercy, forcing me to make some breaks from time to time, making it all the more time consuming.

My overstimulated body pleaded for a climax; my trembling got worse, my muscles spasm uncontrollably, and tears ran down my face. "mmhh!!!!" After a tortuous long time later I managed to get close to the mirror, hours after my devious challenge started. My enormous efforts were rewarded with the reflection of a miserable little girl, sobbing and trembling in her ruthless bondage, shamefully naked and wearing a humiliating slave collar, a reminder that this is what I have been dreaming for a long time. "mmhh!!!!"

Having seen the front of my body, I strain once again, turning my back towards the mirror and, with great difficulty, I look over my shoulder while holding my body on my side. With my eyes, I follow the entire length of rope tied along my ankles, up and down, up and down, and finally knotted up against my chest and hopelessly out of reach. "mmhh!!!!" Damn it! I'd wasted so much energy. Am I doomed to suffer all night? I closed my eyes and cried for a little while...

Wait!! What about my leg bindings? I glance over my shoulder one last time, looking for the rope tied on my thighs, which goes from the cinch between them to.. somewhere that I can't see because my hands are blocking my vision. "mmmhh!!!!!" Casting my hands aside with difficulty, I finally find the other end of the rope; it's knotted in the rope around my waist in the back. This could be a way! If only I could reach it with my hands, escape would be hard but not impossible.

A few tries later, it becomes evident that to be able to reach this knot, I must pull my hands upwards as hard as I can, moving them a little to the side due to my elbows being tied tightly together, and cross my wrists, allowing me to barely be able to reach it with my fingers. The only problem with this plan is that I'll make my hogtie extremely tight once more. Would my body withstand one more time?

"Mmmhh!!!!!"

Without thinking, I pull on the ropes around my arms with all the strength I have left and keep pulling more and more; the vicious ropes squeeze and torture my whole body once again. Acting on pure adrenaline now, I desperately try to untie the knot. When I reached at the extreme limit of how much I could pull my hands, I was finally able to touch the knot with my index and middle fingers, but not anything else because my thumbs were tied tightly together. "Mmmhh!!!!!" This last pulse was so intense that it felt like my heart skipped a beat.

Scratching at the knot in panic, I prayed for God; please untie!! Please!!! And for first time today my prayers were answered: the knot loosened, and I immediately lowered my hands hoping my hogtie would loosen. The ropes took an agonizingly long time to return to their original positions.

"Mmmhh!!!!!"

I can't think straight anymore. Now with the rope cinching between my thighs a little more loose, I clench my legs and rub my knees on each other, hoping the rope would get even more loose. If I succeed in this task, the hogtie would be considerably loose too, since to the rope linked to my wrists go between my thighs as well.

However, this last move proved to be my undoing; with the abrupt movements of my legs the crotch rope stimulation was too much for my already overstimulated and tortured body. One more pulse: "Mmmhh!!!!!" and I passed out.


The Nightmare

Everything is blurry. Where am I? I try to move and notice I'm still naked, bound and gagged, except I'm no longer hogtied. With a bit of balance and skill, I slowly get up. Recovering from the dizziness in my head and standing now, I focus my vision.

It seems I'm alone in the middle of a long corridor with many closed doors.

Wait... I recognize this place; this is my college! Am I dreaming?

Then I realize my precarious situation;

Oh my God! What if someone see me like this? This is a nightmare!

With my feet tied tight together and my arms pinned behind my back, my only option to move is by small jumps; then I begin jumping to the corridor end. My breathing start to quicken and my heart races. Each jump makes the rings in my slave collar clink.

Please! Don't let anyone see me!

The corridor and doors seems to repeat endless. Now I believe I hear some voices and doors being open. Panicking, I jump each time faster. The sound of voices increasingly loud, I close my eyes and jump even faster. Faster and faster, then I inevitably tripped...

Falling in a soft surface, I open my eyes;

Is this a bed? Where am I now?

Focusing my vision once again I recognize; this is my bedroom. I sigh in relief, and realize a person is approaching.

She says: "Well, well, what we have here? Aren't you a helpless little girl?"

I look at her and I don't identify, as her face is blurry; she looks a lot like me, the same size, same height, same haircut..same voice?? The only difference I noticed she is brunette while I'm blonde.

Fighting my embarrassment I ask: "Dh Hm gnhw nhh?" (Do I know you?)

She seems to understand me perfectly and reply: "Philosophical dilemmas aside, let's just say I know you very well."

Then I begged her: "Plmhfm, hmlp mm hht!" (Please, let me out!)

She laughs: "Hahahaha.. and why would I? Besides, aren't you enjoying it?"

I answer shaking my head in denial.

Then she abruptly throws her above me in the bed, pressing her soft body against mine and whispering in my ear: "You can't lie to me." She gently caresses my legs: "I know very well that deep inside you are savoring every second of it, aren't you?"

I close my eyes while she is now caressing my arms. "Even a short time ago, don't you love the fearful feeling of being caught?" She caresses my torso next. "So helpless and vulnerable. And also, so excited and horny, right?" Lastly resting her hands on my face. "In fact, I'm gonna help you, keeping you ri-go-rou-sly bound and gagged. How about that?"

"Plmhfm!" I begged again.

"Think about it: this is all a dream without any real consequences. You can try all your wildest fantasies. What do you think?" Smiling evilly she continues: "Of course, I'll have my fun too ... at your expense."

I'm completely lost in my thoughts. Then she says: "Looks like my time is almost over. Just a small piece of advice: the only kindness that will do for you; this fantasies may not be real, but the emotions are; therefore be prepared. Alright?"

"Are you alright? Hey, are you awake? Hey!"

What is happening now? Am I still dreaming? Sensing my surroundings the first I notice is how sore my muscles are, particularly my arms and back are throbbing and tingling now. I slowly focus my eyes ... I'm no longer on the floor. This voice ... I know it, it's my mother! I feel my gag been undone.

She says: "Spit it out."

Not gagged anymore I reply with a sleepy voice: "I'm ok."

She says: "Are you feeling any pain or numbness? How are you elbows or shoulders?"

Very slowly, I try to feel my body, and it seems I'm still bound like in my dreams; my arms still pinned behind my back, tied at the shoulders and wrists, still wearing my collar and rope underwear, the vibrator still inside but turned off, with my ankles tied. I try to move around a little and quickly realize now with my exhausted body how the ropes seems tighter than ever, It's very hard to budge even if just a little, my tingling elbow can no longer shift around anymore. Although feeling distressed and very helpless, there is no immediate sharp pain. Don't wanting to alarm my mother I reply: "I'm ok, It's very hard to move but maybe I'm just tired. Where am I?"

She says: "In your bed, I carried you here after you pass out. It's normal to feel tired after so much struggling, rest a little and you will be fine. You still have plenty of time to try getting out, but I will leave you in the bed now. You gave some ideas and I have work to do, I'll be watching you from the writing desk."

What kind of work she mean? I know she wrote some books in the past, which she said that I'm still a little too young to read. Besides, how is she so good at tying people anyway? I'm not an expert, but she's clearly experienced with that, even the way she acts and speaks make me feel uneasy. I guess I'll have to find out later.

Curious, I ask: "Did I escape the hogtie by myself?"

She reply: "Technically not, although you made some little progress. I must say you really impressed me, not only you undid a knot, but also almost freed your thighs. Very well done."

With my last dream still echoing in my mind, I imagine if I was still hogtied, if with only the ropes I already have now I feel so hopeless, how agonizingly distressful would it be? Daydreaming a little, I bite my lips with this thought echoing in mind ... how would it be? ... how would it be?

Nothing thinking straight I say: "Mom .... It's not fair!"

She reply: "What?"

Me: "You didn't follow as we agreed! You shouldn't help me getting out before the time! After all that serious talk! I guess it was just small talk in the end."

She says in a threateningly tone: "Be very careful with what you say. What are you planning to little one?"

Me: "Nothing, I just think it's fair to say that if I didn't escape my hogtie, I still should be in one, right? I'm pretty sure I didn't undo my gag either."

She: "Very well, and what about the thighs binding then? I can't put it back loose the way it was."

I must be mad, after all I went through, my muscles are very sore and I can barely move! In spite of that I'm getting very excited to get even more. My heart accelerates, is too late to regret now.

I reply hiding my excitement: "Well... in this case I think you can tie it tightly again, after all I didn't untie it completely."

She: "Don't-go-easy, right?"

I reply with a wide grin on my face: "Exactly!"

She says: "In this case, let me teach you a few more, hold on a little." Then she leaves the room and comes back after a while, carrying a few things. She approaches my face holding something that looks like a big black ball with a lot of straps. Wait, I've already seen it and asked my mother in the past, she said it's some kind of gag. It looks very sturdy, the straps are made from solid leather, maybe two inches wide, there are reinforced metal rings linking the thick straps and also huge reinforced buckles. The outrageously enormous black ball doesn't look like something that would fit inside someone's mouth, let alone someone as petite as me. It's definitely not just for show and looks very expensive. I asked my mother to try it on me before, but she just laughed.

"Here, I have something special for you, something that you asked me before. It may be a little too big for you, but it is rubber so it bends, not so much though." She holds my nose and gently but firmly pulls my head backwards with one hand and squeezes the big rubber ball inside my mouth with another.

Without option, I was forced to open my mouth.

"Open up!" she says while harshly pushes the gag inside my mouth, I opened it as far as I could, she keeps pressing and squeezing the rubber ball with great strain until it finally popped in behind my teeth. It feels huge! Would be difficulty to push it out by myself even as it is now. Then she moves my hair out of the way before she begins to buckle the straps around my head.

She buckles the first strap behind my head and then the one which goes all the way up to my forehead and over it, almost obstructing my vision and buckling it tight behind my head carefully making sure my hair doesn't catch in the buckle. She says: "This is called a ballgag, a harness ballgag to be precise. Can you spit it out?"

I try to push the gag out of my mouth, but it's really hard.

"Take your chin in and push forward!"

I did my best and was able to push it just a very little bit out, and it quickly went inside again a few seconds later. Then she grabs my hair and pushes my head downwards, re-buckling the first strap even tighter than before.

She says while firmly pulls my head back: "A characteristic about ballgag is if you tilt your head back it will go deeper inside your mouth. Like that."

The way that she forcibly does these things to me makes my heartbeat faster, the exhilarating fear of total loss of control is so exciting that is embarrassing to admit. I blush as my head is pulled backwards, the huge ballgag digging deeper inside my mouth, entirely muffling my moans. I close my eyes and try to understand why it feels so good to be dominated like that. I fully trust my mother, knowing she would never hurt me and always protect... Don't wanting to recognize my own submissiveness I struggle and moan: "Mmhh!!" until she let me go.

She says: "Ok, now bite hard." As I did she grabs the strap under my chin. "Harder!" Bitting it with all my strength, she buckles the strap tightly. "There you go. What do you think?"

I try to speak: "Hmt fmmlf vmrn fmghrm."

She says: "See, It's very effective and it really highlight your helplessly. On top of that, it has a few D rings which can be used to further restraint you." She pauses for a moment and checks all the straps, making sure that I can breath normally and my hair doesn't get trapped, even gently swiping it from my forehead. Then she tightly retied my legs, this time not only above my knees but below too. The hogtie soon follows, pretty much the same way as before. While she nonchalant and ruthless binds my body, I tested my ballgag; trying to push it out, which now proved to be completely impossible, the only thing I could achieve was start to drool. Embarrassed, I try to hide it, sucking on the gag to stop the drooling, but this also proved to be not possible due to the gag being so tightly around my head that even the straps dig on my skin. My mother notices that and laughing she wipes my lips, the humiliation make me flush my cheeks.

When I thought she had finish, she suddenly shoves one pillow below my folded legs and another one below my chin, then she slowly begins to pulls my hogtie increasingly tighter, gently pressing my small back between the two pillows, before long the ropes punishes my body even more! I frozen in place, trying to calm down and get used to the throbbing pain that now inflicted to practically all the muscles on my body.

She says: "Try to struggle a little."

I don't want to, but at this point it's better to do as she says. My arms and shoulders are very sore, tingling twice more than before, the insanely tight ropes make sure that they stay completely still. The same thing happens to my legs, which now are folded behind and completely useless, on top of that they are pulling on my back, making me arch my chest in a very strict and harsh position. My hands and feet are tied very tight together and severe stretched to opposite directions, leaving no slack at all. The only things I can move, besides my head, are my fingers, although not easily, since even my thumbs and big toes are tightly tied.

Meanwhile she adjusts my ropes here and there, making my hogtie even more strict. Once more my rope underwear becomes very noticeable. She keeps pulling my hogtie tighter and tighter, until my feet goes beyond and over my hands.

"Just for you to know, I changed place the knots that you've reached last time, so have fun finding them again."

I replied with a annoyed moan, which sounded more like a helpless cry: "Mmhh!"

She says: "Now try to move again, pulling your hands like you did before."

I can't, my hogtie is already super tight and I'm still a little tired, I reply shaking my head: "Nh!"

Then she gives me a hard slap in my butt and says: "Do it!"

With no choice, I tried to my move my hands up to my waist with all the strength I have left, and the very little that I reach was enough to make my hogtie painfully tight. My muscles instantly reacts and start to tremble and my breathing quickens again. Once more my whole body gets punished by rope, my boobs unmercifully squeezed and my crotch grievously teased again. Pain and pleasure mix in my brain, each one hitting me with such intensity that It's hard to think clearly, I can no longer decide if I hate or love this. I let my hands down again, stretching as much as possible to relieve my torment, but the hogtie keep its agonizing tight state, holding me in this turmoil of sensations.

So I had a shocking realization; it was retied in this cruel position! My hogtie is so tight, that my breasts and knees wouldn't even touch the bed if not the pillows supporting them.

"Is this good enough for you?"

I hopelessly shake my head, but even this proved to be hard.

She: "Is this a yes?"

I beg once more: "NHH!!"

She: "No? Maybe a little more loosen?"

With tears in my eyes, I give her my best puppy face. Please loosen it now! I can't bear this much longer. Please!!

She says: "Well.." and after a pause and some rope work: "Too bad."

So I had another shocking realization when I saw my mother leaving the bed, one which I could hardly believe; SHE IS ACTUALLY LEAVING ME LIKE THIS!!

In panic, I scream for attention: "MMHH!! MMHH!! MMHHH!!!"

Already half the way to the writing desk, she comes back and says: "What's the problem little girl? Why are you already panicking? Stay calm now and listen; I wouldn't put you in any position that would hurt you, so do your best to endure it. And if you keep doing unnecessarily noises, I will have to punish you." Then she goes away.

This is a nightmare, I can't stand this not even one more minute, let alone the whole night!

She took way too seriously my earlier statement about my flexibility, now the ropes are so absurdly

tight that it surpassed the point where I just can't move at all and reached where I'm in excruciating agony! My back arched to the limit, my joints aching, even my legs are tingling and going numb like my arms now. This isn't a challenge anymore, I'll never be able to escape, this is pure punishment. My mother must be teaching me lesson due to the way which I spoke with her before.

Yet, despite all the suffering, deep inside I feel a heat building up, my heart is beating so fast that seems it will get out of my chest. Moreover the adrenaline of my utterly helpless situation in addition with the intense stimulation on my crotch makes me feel like I never felt before. It's like an itch that I can't scratch and I'm getting more and more desperate to.

I close my eyes and try to control my breath, after I calm down a bit I begin to think; maybe this is just my super sensitive body overreacting. No.. it's way harder than before, I can't even pull my hands to my waist anymore.. perhaps it's because I'm more tired now.. are these pillows helping to keep me stuck in place? Probably.. well at least they are comfortable.. the whole bed is definitely more comfortable... the soft surface feels so good on my skin....

Because I was so sore and tired, I tried to rest for a little while, which proved to be no easy task being in such torment. The cruel rope unmercifully binds and tortures my body nonstop. The very little rest I got It's is barely enough to make possible to struggle more, not that it would help me. My only chance to get out of this hell is convincing my mother to help me. This is a very bad idea, given what happened last time I tried to manipulate her, but it's the only one I have. Perhaps I should only stay still suffering in silence and hope for her to get bored, which not gonna happen any time soon. She talked very seriously about leave me like this all night if I don't do anything. Given up to despair, I decide to take the risk, besides, my situation can't be worse than what already is ...Then I start to make a lot of gag noises: "Hmn mhm, Hm nmmd h lnttlm hmlp. Mhm! Hrm nhh thmrm? Mhm! Mhm!!!"

My mother comes to my rescue and says: "Do you want something?"

I did my very best to nod, struggling hard in my bindings.

She says: "Moan once to say yes and twice to say no."

Then I replied: "Mmh!"

She: "Right. Are you in pain?"

Me: "Mmh! Mmh!"

She: "Did you give up?"

I hesitated for a moment and then: "Mmh! Mmh!"

She giggles a little and says: "What is it then? Are you bored? Do you want a little help?"

Me excited: "MMH!!"

She: "Ok, ok, let's see."

She goes away and comes back dragging the big mirror close to the bed and near my face. For the first time I see me wearing the harness ballgag and it really stands out, looks like something which only a slave girl would wear, this simple thought made me blush from embarrassment.

She: "There. I hope it helps."

Me: "Mmh!! Mmh!!"

She: "No? Too bad, but don't worry, you still have a loooong time ahead to try." She gets closer and starts to talk in a scary and very dominant tone: "Now for you punishment..."

Me: "Mmh?!?"

"What? Do you think I was not serious? That it was, as you said, small talk?" Increasingly frightening she says: "It's time to teach you a lesson."

I feel a chill on my spine, well, a few bandages over my ballgag won't make a difference, that was what I thought.. she kneels down on the bed next to me, removing the pillow under my legs and replaces it with her lap. She gives me a hard slap on my butt, I groan in surprise and pain, then another one, and another and so on.

Oh my God! I'm actually receiving a spanking!!

I tried in vain to ask her to stop but all I could do was to endure my punishment, whenever I open my eyes I'm forced to look to my pitiless and shameful reflection, with each slap my body bounces and the O ring of my collar clinks. My struggles are completely useless, if I try to protect my poor butt with my arms or legs, she just shoves them aside and then hits me even harder! I never felt so defenseless in all my life.

After a while, what seems like an eternity, she stopped and left me sobbing in my restraints, I can't even caress my poor butt to ease the burning sensation!

When I thought It was over, she grabs a string and connects it to my still tightly tied big toes, guiding it below my waist rope and while firmly pressing my feet toward my ass and over my arms, she hardly pulls the string upwards. Then she loops it somewhere behind my back and to D ring on top my head harness, which I didn't know was there until now. Finally she loops the string to my back again and gives another hard pull, which abruptly tilted my head back, pushing the ballgag deeper inside my mouth. I immediately react, closing my eyes letting out a very muffled scream: "mmhh!!!"

Another pull and then she ties the string between my elbows, locking me in this agonizingly strict position! Refusing to believe what just happened, I try to move my head forwards again, doing my best to hump my sore body and to no avail, the tight straps of my gag in combination with the string tied to my elbows defeated me entirely, holding me severely in place. My hopeless endeavor only accomplish to make me drool profusely, this time I can't even hide it.

She watched the whole scene and laughs, mocking me. Lying on the bed right next to me she says:

"As you can realize, this string will keep your head looking forward, so no more peeks behind your back. I guess the mirror won't help you after all..."

Forced to look forwards, I see her reflex on the mirror next to me, and how she watches me very closely ... This is mortifying! Drool runs from my lips, dripping on my bed. I close my eyes blushing in shame.

She whispers on my ear: "Well, now do you believe that I keep my promises?"

I meekly reply: "mmh."

Talking very dominant again: "So you can believe when I say that if you want to get out any time soon it's better you do something, otherwise you will be stuck like this for a looooong time."

She stands up and says: "Now, about your boredom.."

Then, when I thought nothing else could surprise me anymore, suddenly the vibrator turned on with all its power: "mmhh!!!!"

She goes away saying: "Good luck!"

This last touch was to much too me, I begin to struggle desperately, never in my life I felt a urge so strong; I need a orgasm! Very very badly! With all the strength I have left I wiggle and shake my body.

"mmhh!!!!" Moving my hands seems now to be entirely impossible, I can't reach anything, I can't move my body, I can't even look in another direction than my miserable reflection!

So vulnerable... so abused... ... and still loving every second of it!

"mmhh!!!!!" Acting purely on instinct, I fight fiercely against my ropes for several minutes, maybe even hours, but all my struggles proved to be futile. My whole body is now drenched in sweat, drooling a lot, even 'down there' seems to be dripping heavily. It's feels like my restraints are mocking me: 'You will never get out little slave! You will be my helpless little thing for the rest of your life.'

It's unimaginable, my petite body so tightly tied and abused, my sore muscles in agonizing pain, now even my jaw and neck aching because of this atrocious gag stuck deep inside my mouth, muffling my every scream, strictly holding my head and forcing me to watch drool uncontrollably ... "mmhh!!!!!" The vibrator is the most tantalizing thing of them all, my body is so sensitive right now that its powerful vibrations make me violently clench all my muscles, a constant reminder of how I hopelessly need an orgasm. I'll go insane being stuck like this for all night ... so tired, so desperate, being teased and denied for hours and hours ....

Not able to think straight any more, I just keep struggling out of desperation, then flashbacks from my nightmare cross my mind:

"...aren't you enjoying it?"

No! This is too much.

"..deep inside you are savoring every second of it, aren't you?"

No! This isn't truth! It can not be!!

"mmhh!!!!!!" The frustration took the best of me, making me fight my ropes hopelessly and mindless;

struggling ... wiggling ...

doesn't matter how hard I try, the ropes don't budge even a little bit, keeping their excruciating tight embrace ...

all my muscles in pain, I close my eyes and tears run on my face ...

shaking my head, trying to dislodge my gag ...

the huge rubber ballgag deep inside my mouth doesn't move, the tight straps digs on my skin ...

teasing and maddening short vibrations makes my heart goes crazy ...

so much frustation and despair that I can barely think straight anymore ...

chaotic breathing ... almost fainting again ...

I don't know how much time I spent fighting my ropes and denying my inner thoughts but at some point I was able to create enough momentum to swing my body until I rolled over to one side, out of the pillows. Now stuck on my side, I try once again to control my breathing...

"mmhh!!!!!!" Curse you vibrator! Almost giving up, I move my fingers desperately trying to reach any knot, but it seems despite how hard I stretch, how hard I contort my whole body, I can only touch the rope. My mother really makes sure that every knot is completely out of reach and far away from my hands. That's it, despite all my efforts, not a single rope got loose, or even moved a little bit out of place, I'm still entirely helpless; nude, bound, gagged, humiliated, teased madly and with absolutely no chance of escape, and worst of all; this is exactly what I wanted!

Completely motionless, I try to bear the idea of be stuck in this agony all night, which may as well feels like forever. I open my eyes, look at the mirror and contemplate my helpless little reflection for awhile, which is no easy task because now my vision is blurry and partially blocked by my gag harness, no mentioning my head strictly tied to my feet. Even this little piece of string is highly annoying, it emphasizes how uncomfortable my feet are, with my big toes tightly tied and my feet being forcibly stretched, pressing hard against my arms. Any attempt to change that only causes my head to be pulled backwards even more and, reciprocally, if I try to rest my head it torture my feet.

"mmhh!!!!!!" The vibrations are still hellish strong. I glimpse my mother sitting at the desk in the back of the room, typing on her laptop and completely ignoring me. I keep looking at my surroundings in the mirror until I notice something on the bed next to me, it's looks like a small box thing, what is this? ... Is this ... a controller? Oh god!! Is this the vibrator's controller?!? But even if it is, how can I reach it?

Unlike before, now doesn't matter how much I struggle, I can't move even one millimeter, not that I have any remaining strength to do it also. I was somewhat lucky to roll to this side, the controller is near my hands, but given my current situation, It could as well be on the moon and it would be the same difficulty to reach it.

"mmhh!!!!!!" Once more my poor body is tortured by the unforgiven vibrations. No! This is too frustrating! I'm doomed to be stuck in this ruthless bondage, but at very least I need to turn off this cursed vibrator!!

I have an idea to pull the blanket covering the bed with my fingers, hoping the controller would move in my direction, this plan however proved to be impossible, since my hands and thumbs are still tightly tied together and securely stuck between my butt cheeks with my feet pressing hard over them. Arching my body backwards and trying to move my hands is out of question because my hogtie is super tight. I can barely touch the cover and only with a few fingers but this isn't enough to have a grip to move it.

"mmhh!!!!!!!!" Please god, I never wanted anything so much in my life as I want an orgasm now! I would trade my life for it!

Then, veeeeery slowly I was able to pull the blanket under me with my feet, which requires me to push my head backwards hard, due to the string linking my head to my big toes, so I can have enough room to move my feet, and even so, just a few inches. I proceed with this agonizing task for quite a long time. Taking some breaks to recover from this painful position, the ballgag digging deeper inside my mouth each time. I am using all my willpower to not engage in frenzied struggle again every time the vibrator tortures me. Little by little the controller comes in my direction...

This took so long that I space out a little. Half unconscious I begin to daydream and hear voices inside my head:

"Why are you are so desperate little girl? You seem to be having so much fun. What's the problem?"

No! This is ... too much.

"Again with this denial? We have already agreed that this is what you always wanted. So tell me, what do you really wish?"

I wish to ... I wish... I... with all my heart I wish for an orgasm!!

"Very well then. Just this once."

Then I abruptly awake from my daydream with the sensation of something poking my feet. Oh God!! Did I make it? I dragged enough blanket for the controller reach me.

Containing my excitement, I carefully kick the controller to my hands, this was a little tricky, but I cannot make any mistakes now! With a little skill and luck, it landed exactly in the range of my fingers. It's now or never! After a deep breath I pressed a random button...

The short pulse vibrations stopped...

just to be replaced for a strong and continuous one! This immediately induced me in a convulsing orgasm. It is so insanely intense that I immediately lost the control of my body and mind. Never in my life I felt such overwhelming pleasure, if it was not for the ropes keeping me in place I would have gone through the roof. It seems like someone took my previous plead to trade my life for it serious, because I think I won't survive this.

"Are you ok?"

I slowly regain my senses...

"Are you awake?" my mom says.

It Looks like I'm not tied up anymore, I'm face down lying on the bed with my arms free and on my sides. There is a lot of loose ropes around my body, I think I could move freely now ... If I had any energy left, but I don't have enough to even nod my head. It feels like all my bones disintegrated and I would never be able to move again.

I can reply only with a very small moan: "mmhh". I'm totally exhausted. She is massaging my back, what a wonderful feeling!! She gently presses her hands into my stiff shoulders, running her thumb up against my neck and slowly sliding down to my back efficiently easing all the pain ...

"I hope you're satisfied." She says while continues the massage.

I didn't react, and didn't need to, It was extremely obvious due to the big smile behind my gag, my mother notices this and giggles.


Chapter 2 (added: 2017/01/29)

Mother: "I'll be back on monday. If you have any problem call me."

Daughter: "Ok mom."

Mother: "Don't do anything irresponsible!"

Daughter: "Yes, yes."

Mother: "Take care my dear."

Daughter: "Bye mom!"

I bid farewell to my mother and close the door. That's it! I though. I have all the weekend to myself! Holding my excitement, I give my body a nice stretch,I am already smiling just thinking about my plans; my current passion and obsession. I feel the butterflies in my stomach, I love this tension, I'm already trembling with anticipation!

This weekend is a perfect occasion, I just finished my final exams at the college and started my vacation, my online order has just arrived, and I'm really in the mood to do something very exciting!! On top of that, coincidentally my mother will be spending the weekend away from home! Almost too much perfect if you asked me, but I'll never let this chance pass.

Actually my mother has been very understanding about my 'new hobbie'. She opposed it a little at the beginning, but after some time and a talk, she finally consented; teaching me everything about, actually it seems that she also love the subject. She gave me a few 'toys' and even tied me up! Although sometimes, she gets serious and acts in a very wicked way, making my predicament really intense, as if she were having lots of fun watching me suffer. I don't know if I love or hate these moments, but today this doesn't matter, today is my day alone, today I'm the one in control!

I finished all my preparations: eat something light, drink some water, go to the bathroom, take a nice and relaxing shower... I'm ready! I go to my bedroom, put all my kinky stuff on my bed and start to undress. Now, completely naked, I go in front of my large mirror. Just thinking about the times that I looked into this mirror all tied up and helpless make me blush.

Better stop daydreaming. Ok, first package: my new black rubber catsuit! It was very expensive, I had to use all my savings to get this one, It's custom sized for me; full body, socks and gloves attached and with a double zipper on the back. I received the order at the beginning of the week and have been anxiously waiting for this day to try it on. I am very excited! I take it out of the box and place it on top of my body, looking in the mirror. It seems a little too small to my size ... Maybe it will stretch? I hope so, although it also seems very thick. Searching the box I found a small user guide. Let's see:

'Thank for purchase bla bla bla...' Ok,on to the next page: 'How to get it on...' Right, after reading the instructions I found I should get some baby powder to help slide into it. In the last page it explained how to make it shine, it seems like I should also get some latex polish spray. This is not so simple as I thought ... whatever, I have plenty of time.

As I leave my bedroom searching for the items, I shivers a little after a gentle breeze reaches my naked body, I blushed thinking how kinky is to walking around like this. Hopefully soon enough I will get very insulated (giggles). I easily found the baby powder in the bathroom, but the polish spray I have no idea. Maybe my mother will have it in her bedroom? I really shouldn't be searching in there, if she detects that I was snooping in her stuff she'll get very mad. I still remember the spanking she gave me last time, I was so helpless, gagged and hogtied tightly, she hit my butt more times that I could count and left me there, with a fierce burning in my ass, and not able to even caress it to easy the sensation. Maybe she does it again or maybe even worse ... Feeling chills down my spine, I shake off these thoughts. Today is a special day! I'll just take great care so that she doesn't find out.

I went to my mother's bedroom and carefully opened her wardrobe, after a quick look, a thing immediately caught my attention; a black and long leather thing hanging right in the middle. It looks very suspicious, taking into account where it is and how much it stands out in front of everything else. Unable to resist, I took it out and examined. It looks like a weird leather bag with strings and straps ... wait a moment, I know what is it, it's a armbinder! Since I saw some pictures on the internet, I have gotten curious. I even asked my mother about it, she could have said she have one! It looks very sturdy, made of thick black leather, it has thick straps 2" wide, a metal ring attached to its tip, large reinforced buckles, and even the laces looks tough and strong. Where the hell did she get this stuff? No mention, it seems very expensive. I searched for a label or something but found none. Are this custom made? For sure my mother have some contacts that I don't, I'll try to ask her about that later. It's a shame but I don't think I'll be able to put it on by myself ... What a pity, now I really want to try it, and it would even match the color of my outfit. I will take it with me anyway.

Finally, searching near my mother's shoes, I found the polish spray. It's my lucky day! I quickly go back to my room and put all the items on my bed. Ok, second package: an electric shock massager. I saw this one on sale online and I got really curious since it was a special offer, I thought: Why not? It just arrived this morning. Inside there are eight adhesive pads, a central unit controller and a lot of cables. "Dammit!" The user manual is written in chinese, as well as the several buttons in the controller. Well, let's just put the power cells in and hope for the best. Four AAA power cells ... ok, done.

Since I won't be able to try the massager after putting on my catsuit, I think I should start with this one. Looking at the manual again, I found many pictures showing where to stick the pads, there are many examples, for men and women, the last one is for women and has some red letters below it. Is this perhaps a warning? Well, just because this caught my attention, I will choose it. Then I started to place the eight pads, one in each of my nipples, one below each of my armpits, one in each of my sides near my waist line, and one in each of my inner thighs by my groin near my crotch. I am Thinking better, these are some very sensitives spots! Maybe I should choose something else, I tried to gently take it off but the adhesive is really strong, it won't come off easily. Fuck it. Let it be.

I connected the cables in each pad and to the controller and hit the first button, a red led turns on and nothing more happens. Why doesn't it work? I pressed another button and now the led blinks. Then I feel a very weak tingling sensation. After further examination I found two buttons on the side with +/- symbols. I pressed the + button many times and I finally start to feel pulsing shocks, still very weak. If I stay completely motionless it intensifies the sensation, even making me jump a little and gasp in surprise, but whenever I move It's almost imperceptible. This was disappointing. I guess I can't expect much from a cheap chinese product. Maybe it's because I'm tough girl, given what my mother already made me go through, this is nothing (giggles).

Next is the catsuit. Following the instructions, I lay some baby power powder on my legs. Then I let out an involuntary moan due to the weak electric shocks. I probably need a gag. Then I reach my toybox and pull out a harness ballgag, which was used last time. My mother 'kindly' give it to me, although she didn't bother to remove it first, leaving it tightly strapped on my mouth. I don't really like it, it's too big and too rough, but it's really effective and I'm starting to get used to it.

I put the gag on my bed and disconnected the cables on the massager controller. Let's finish the catsuit first. I unzip the catsuit all the way from the nape of the neck to the lower back and insert my legs. The rubber is very tight and grips a lot to my skin, the powder really helps, but still it is a hard struggle. I push and forced my legs inside with great effort. I knew the catsuit seems undersized, but somehow my endeavor is working. I am Sweating a lot,so I use even more powder.

After quite some time I got my legs inside. I keep struggling until I pull the catsuit all the way to my waist. Phew! So It really stretches a little after all, although it feels really really tight and snug. Its contouring to my every curve and compressing my legs and butt very hard, like a second skin actually. Then I open the the second zipper on my crotch, guiding all the cables connected to the adhesive pads downwards through there. Now it's time to pull the catsuit all the way up.

This is really exhausting, the catsuit isn't only absurdly tight, but also thick, making it increasingly hard to move around, the thick material over my fingers doesn't help. Much struggle, powder and a few curses later, I'm almost done. I take some moments to catch my breath. Now I simply need to pull the zip from my lower back to my nape. More easy to say than to do actually. No matter how much i try as hard as i pull, I can't get it past my mid back! The catsuit it's too tight and I can't close it with my hand holding the zipper from above my shoulder. At this point I won't give up, I just need to find something to pull the zipper up.

Some thinking later, I found a way; there is a plastic hook behind the door to hang clothes, it's too thick to clasp directly to the zipper, but after I attached a keyring to the zipper, it seems possible. After many failed attempts I finally hooked the ring, then approaching carefully my arms together behind my back, pushing my chest forward and arching my back, I slowly crouch, pulling the zipper up. Is really hard! The catsuit is too small and too tight, the zipper looks like it's stuck. I arch my back as much as I can, nearly touching my elbows together until, after great effort, it finally went all the way up. Phew! Good thing I'm flexible.

The catsuit feels absurdly tight, compressing my chest and squeezing my breasts. I also notice how restrictive it is, due to its thickness, it's harder to move around, or even folding my fingers, making simple tasks like holding things and manipulating stuff very challenging. I barely can have good grip on the zipper on my nape the catsuit gloves are so thick! At least I'm very glad that I was able to wear it, given how expensive the catsuit was. Now I'm just a little worried about how I'll get out of it later, after so much exercise I'm already sweating a lot and the rubber feels like it's glued to my skin! Not mentioning, I'm not so sure I can work the hook the inverse way. Well, no sense in worrying about this now, let's just enjoy it for the time being.

Although very tight, the catsuit is also very erotic, like a jealous lover who hugs you constantly. The squeak sound it makes as you move around, the strong smell, the heat building up inside, It's very intense. Now it's time to put the spray in action; I grabbed the can and started to polish my second skin thoroughly. A little flannel, some rubbing, more polish spray and voila! I looked at the mirror in shock; I must be the sexiest thing ever! I'm mesmerized from my own reflection. My every feminine curve is perfectly exposed and sharpened, I might as well remain naked and my body would be equally revealing.

I have sure, even if my mother saw me like that, she would be jealous. Thinking about that, I do a imposing pose in front the mirror and say: "Mom I think it's about time we change the things around here! From now on, when we are alone, you should call me mistress." (giggles) "And must obey all my wishes, tying me up tightly whenever I want." Wait, wait, wait ... that last part sounded a little weird ... Damn! Even when I try to pose like a dom ... Well, I guess I will have time to practice later.

There is something missing .. Oh, of course! I need some high heels. I think I saw some good ones earlier. I went back to my mother's wardrobe and look for her shoes. After carefully open some boxes, I found a nice black 4" high strappy stiletto heels. That would be perfect! I took the shoes out returned the box back, just to remember exactly the place where it was, but as I did that, I bumped into something. It looks like there is another box very deep inside the wardrobe. Not containing my curiosity, I kneeled and entered inside the wardrobe, retrieving the box from further back.

Actually it is a large box, with a small one on top. I took a rest to recover my breath, as it's really harder to move around in this thick and tight catsuit. Then I opened the big box first; What a hell! It's a boot with the highest heel I saw in my life. It's like six or seven inches! It's in a way that the foot will keep 'on point' position perfectly like a ballerina. It's made in black leather, knees high and looks very expensive. I can't fool myself, I want to try these boots! I sat on the edge of the bed, and begin to put them on.

It took a lot of time and strength to do up the laces, they are long and very sturdy. Catching my breath again, I stand up, supporting my body with my hands on the bed. I fight to keep my balance, but it's very hard, stumbling a little, I notice how it's a bit easier to stand on my left boot, which I put first and laced tighter. I see, the support comes from the whole boot, not just the tip. Then I did both laces again, this time as tight as I can. Finally, with confidence, I stand up again and was able to stay standing up. I guess my ballet lessons as a child were useful for something after all. I walked around for awhile, to practice, and surprise myself of how quick I was able to get used to it. It's still very hard and forces me to walk very slowly, but it's stable.

Coming back to my bedroom, I used some leather polish on the ballet boots to make them shine prettily. I looked at the mirror and concluded I'm even more stunning! Although these boots don't look like something a dom would wear, they really restrict my movements and slow me down. Well, whatever.

I went to my mother's bedroom again, having fun trying to walk around. I'm so luck I have the same foot size of my mother, today is indeed my luck day! Now about the small box: What is this?! For sure isn't a shoe. There are so much over packaging and plastics inside, looks like something really special. After digging all over that stuff I stared in disbelieve with my mouth wide open about what I found; It's like a rubber panty, but with a dildo and a buttplug inside! And not small ones! The buttplug also has a long inflate pump attached.

Shocked, I thoroughly examined the item for awhile ... thinking ... I shouldn't, this is too much, my mother will kill me if she discovers, or worse ... no no no ... What hell am I thinking?! Trying to calm down I sat on the bed.

I'm a grown woman, I can handle it! ... probably ... maybe? Lost in thoughts I lay on the bed. I have already experienced this size before, though never in my rear and absolutely not a same time! Maybe I can detach it? Examining it further I conclude this last idea was not possible, if I want to try it , I must do it entirely!

For God's sake! Let's keep it simple, do I have time to put it back the way it was? Yes! Will I be able to sleep in peace if simply put it back now? No! And above all: Do I want it to do it? I stand up and say: "Fuck Yes!!"

All questions answered, now it's a matter of how to do it. For sure I will need some lube. Then I went to grab some. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I insert my pointy boots through the leg holes of this obscene underwear, bringing it halfway to my thighs. Oh God! I'm really nervous. This tension is killing me already. With my crotch zipper opened, I push the cables aside and pour copious amounts of lube on both plugs. Not that the front one needs any lube at this point really. I lay in my bed and gently begin to bring them home. Then I notice how small and snug the rubber panty is, I'm forced to tug hard to get it past my thighs.

When the front dildo tip penetrated me I let out a loud moan, I quickly react covering my mouth with my hand. Then the buttplug tip starts to get in but it was too big and I was much too tense, clenching my sphincter tightly, so it got stuck and started to hurt as I pushed it in. I stopped and pulled everything out. I'm panting heavily. Calm down and breath, calm down and breath ... After resting a little, and more calming breaths, I said: "Ok let's do this."

I stand up, with the underwear on my thighs. "I'll need both my hands for this." I grabbed the harness ballgag on my bed and start to put it on. I squeeze the huge rubber ball, opening my mouth as far as I can and pushing it inside. After struggling for awhile, it finally goes in behind my teeth. I hate how huge it feels inside my mouth, but at least it's very effective muffling my voice. Then I buckle all the straps; behind my head, over my forehead and below my chin, the way my mother taught me. The thick and wide straps are a total overkill for a little girl like me, but I can't leave them hanging, at least I don't need to make them much too tight.

Lastly, still standing, I leaned forward with one hand on my bed and the other pushing the plugs in, this time buttplug first. Relaxing as much as I can, I give a gentle but very firm thrust! I keep pushing it in hard and steady. My body reacted again, clenching tightly, but this time I was faster and had already passed the wider part of the plug, so I just keep pushing ... The front dildo soon follows. The rubber panty waist line is very snug and forces me to use both my hands and all my strength to get it over my hips, tugging very hard, until it abruptly went upwards, snapping in place very tightly.

"MMMMHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The huge plugs were bluntly shoved inside me to the last millimeter. A turmoil of very intense sensations assaults my lower body, I panic a little and involuntarily tried to pull the panty down, but I couldn't even get a grip, it was so tight. I rest both hands on my bed, to help my weak knees and endure it for awhile, my body is trembling and panting a lot.

After some brief moments, I try to stand only with my two legs again, still trembling a little, I slowly walk towards the mirror. With each step, the plugs shift inside me, teasing me immensely. I look down and notice how my crotch is perfectly smooth, none would imagine what devils it holds inside, I mean, if not for the long pump attached to my rear. Feeling a little silly with this kinky tail behind me I wiggled my butt a little, regretting immediately, as this transmitted the movement to the plug inside me. Further examining the pump, I notice a small metal thing on its tip, like a valve or something. I guess now it's too late to test, since I don't want to risk make the plug any bigger than already is.

I never felt my girly parts so full in all my life, the plugs really seems huge inside my petite body, it's very erotic but a little too much to intense, I guess I'll have plenty of time to get use to it. The rubber panty is so clingy and and tight, that I can't even slid a finder under it, the thick catsuit gloves doesn't help either, making me thinking if I'll be able to get it out. Just the thought of been stuck with these and need help to get out make me shiver.

Ok, now the electric massager. With all the wires coming out from my rear it's just a matter of connecting them to the controller again. After doing so, I hit power on again: "Mhhhhh!!" The first shock caught me in surprise, my sweaty and compressed skin intensified the feeling, especially the pads near my groin; the shock makes my lower muscles contract, emphasizing the presence of the two intruders inside my body. I'm glad the shocks aren't that strong after all, so it's still tolerable.

With the controller hanging by the cables, now I should find something to fixed it to. A belt maybe? A pity I don't have any. Since I went this far already... Then I went to my mother's bedroom again. This time the travel took twice as long, the boots and plugs combo make it really hard to walk! Not mentioning the constant electric shocks which are starting to get really annoying whenever I pause to catch my breath.

Arriving there, I look in the wardrobe again. Fascinated by the things which my mother hides in her wardrobe, I start to thoroughly search around ... then I found something very interesting: a underbust corset! Made of black leather, it has six metal eyelets on the front and strong laces in the back. Examining it further I notice It also has rigid steel plates inside and many flexible steel bones all around the corset. It definitely doesn't look like it would be just for show. Well, maybe I can use it to hold the controller between the laces behind my back.

With the laces already knotted, I just need to open the front eyelets and close them again with the corset around my body. I immediately realized how rigid and strict the corset is as soon as I tried to clasp the eyelets again, I have to hold my breath and suck my tummy in. Not a particularly hard task, although all my active tormentors still don't helped it. After some struggling I finally was able to put the corset on and secure the controller behind me. I have not even tightened the laces, the corset already feels really restricting, it's harder to breath and I can't bend or move my abdomen freely anymore.

One last travel back to my room, a long and agonizing one. Then another look at the mirror: Yep, I'm even more stunning than ever. The corset draw in my waist and flatten my tummy, on top of that, there is a 'push up' effect on my breasts, making them look bigger. With all this teasing so far, my nipples have gotten very hard, which increased the shocks sensations on them substantially.

Sadly my dominatrix visual is all gone. Especially because of my ballgag, this big rubber ball stuck inside my mouth really stands out. I hate have to agree with my mother with that. But wait, I have an ace up my sleeve, a gift which came with the catsuit; a matching rubber hood, gwendoline style! Made of the same material of the catsuit, it covers my head except my nose and eyes, it has a hole for the hair and a zipper in the back.

I pick the hood up and fix my hair in a ponytail. Guiding the hair through the hole, I tug the hood down encasing my head. Like all the rubber gear so far, it's tight and snug. After smoothing all its surface, I closed the zipper in the back, which pressed the hood very tightly around my head and further pushed my gag in. Now, my whole body is encased by black rubber, only my nose and eyes are visible. Looking at the mirror I concluded that it didn't hide the ballgag pretty well, the wide harness strap on the sides of my nose and on my forehead are still visible, as well as a pretty obvious round protrusion on my mouth. I also notice that my hearing is muffled now.

After all this ordeal I finally lay on my bed, groping all of my body and slowly savoring every sensation, as I have plenty of time, actually all the weekend, just to myself. I realize how harder is to feel the touch now, given the catsuit thickness, and also how the plugs and electric shocks are getting very noticeable and distracting.

Thinking about my previous adventures, I start to daydream: Imagine if my mother caught me now like this and decide to teach me a lesson ... she could make me suffer all the weekend ... Imagine if her hogtie me and spanked again ... mimicking my dream I lay on my stomach, folding my arms and legs behind my back. She would say: ' think this is not tight enough, let me fix this.' And then she would cruelly tighten my hogtie and even tie my head too. I grab my ankles with my hands, pulling hard, until the heels pressed on my butt, and tilting my head back. Yes, yes! I would cry and beg, but only a meak sound would escape my gag. She would speak mocking me about how miserable I look. She would say: 'Let me fix that too.' And then she would put a blindfold on me. Leaving me there completely helpless.

I keep fantasizing for a while, I close my eyes and struggle to escape my imaginary hogtie, heat building up inside me, my heartbeat getting faster. Until I bumped in something on the bed, it's the armbinder that I bought previously, I had forgotten about it. 'That's it! This should be enough.' Then I begin to figure out a way of wear it myself.

Inserting the right arm inside the armbinder, I use my left hand to bring the wide strap over my right shoulder. The armbinder feels a little loose, so I removed it and buckled the straps a few notches tighter. Now it feels really tight, I can make my right arm very secure behind my back, without the help from my other arm it seems impossible to get it out of the armbinder. Then I try to insert my left arm too, which proved to be very hard, I wiggle my whole upper body finding the best position to force my other arm inside. The rigid corset doesn't help. Maybe I should loosen the laces a little first? Bending my arms perpendicularly, I was able to insert my left arm halfway. That's it, I'm almost there! I keep pushing ... struggling ... wiggling ... until it finally went in.

Panting heavily, I take a little pause to rest. The corset and gag combination make hard to breath. Standing up and looking at the mirror I notice how now I'm forced to keep a very restrict posture; The ballet boots forces me to keep my legs wide open to maintain balance, the corset immobilizes my torso, the armbinder forces my elbows together behind my back, pushing my chest forwards, and the harness ballgag completely fills my mouth, preventing me from speak. Even with the left strap of the armbinder hanging loose, my arms feel completely trapped behind my back, just moving them around a little and I already can tell for sure that releasing them won't be easy at all. I blush in shame looking at my reflection, I appear to be a kinky rubber bondage doll, a very helpless one!

I begin to daydream; my mother would keep like this all the time ... I would be forced to always walks in these humiliating boots, wearing black rubber from head to toe, fully plugged and constantly being shocked, the teasing would drive me insane ... whenever I protest, she would gag me and bind my arms with the armbinder ... it would be very tight ... I would scream and struggle but would be useless ... she laughs at my frustrated attempts ... she puts a humiliating collar on me, snapping a leash after that ... then leading me around the house.

A little pain and discomfort interrupts my fantasy. With my shoulders being pulled backwards, the shocks below my armpits also become very noticeable. In fact, now with my body whole restrained, all the electric shocks became very tortuous, so I decided to turn it off. As the armbinder left strap is still loose, I just need to pull my left arm out again. What I suspected to be very hard, proved to be truly impossible, the rubber catsuit created too much friction inside the armbinder, both seems glued together, doesn't matter how much I struggle I can't get my arm out! I struggle hopeless ... "Dhmnnt!!" (Damn it!!) Just thinking about be really stuck like this makes my heart beats very fast ...

Calm down!

Catching my breath, I decide to endure my torture and enjoy my helpless for a while. To distract my mind from the annoying shocks, I begin to walk around and continue daydreaming; I would be a bondage slave, forever bound and gagged, my punishment would be sexually frustrated, madly teased all the time, and never allowed to achieve climax. I would cry ... struggle ... but my tormentors would never have mercy, they would punish me even more ... Following my dreams I struggle in my restraints: "Hm Bmg nhh! Lmt mm hht! Lmt mm hht!" (II Beg you! Let me out! Let me out!)

I close my eyes and walk around struggling to get out ... the plugs inside my teasing me badly ...

fighting to keep balance ... my shoulders start to throb and my hands going numb

my ankles aches ... my breath each time harder ...

the electric shocks torturing me nonstop ... I scream in my gag:

"Plmhfm lm mm gh! Plmhfm!!" (Please let me go! Please!!)

Feeling a big orgasm coming I keep struggling, violently shaking my body and wiggling my arms around ...

until the armbinder slip away and lands on the floor, releasing my arms. The surprise breaks my trance, making me open my eyes and killing my dream. Shit! Shit! I was soo close!! I pickup the armbinder and went to my bedroom again.

Extremely frustrated because what happened earlier I have an idea; maybe I can pull the armbinder strap over my shoulder using a string, so I grabbed a cord and tied it to the strap, doing a noose on the other end. Then I opened my toybox and pick up a blindfold; made of black leather, heavy padded on inside and with a 3" wide and very strong elastic band on the back.

Not thinking straight, I quickly put the blindfold on my forehead and go to the hook behind the door. Inserting my right arm inside of the armbinder, I place the right strap over my shoulder using my left hand again, then I fasten the string tied to the left strap to the hook and slide the blindfold over my eyes. The blindfold is very clinging and effective, I can't see a single beam of light.

Struggling a lot to get both my arms inside again, I wiggle and push until I succeed. Now I carefully squat, stretching the strap tied to the string and try to get it over my left shoulder. Twisting my whole body, I struggle to get the strap in place, but it's very hard, I can't see and it seems too tight, maybe I should loosen it a little first? No! I'll do it! Still driven by my previous frustration I didn't give up and keep trying, pushing both my arms down with all my strength. The plastic hook produces some cracking noises but I ignore them and keep going ... It's working! The strap is almost there! Now my arms are very deep inside in the armbinder and my elbows are close to each other. Almost there! As soon as the strap slid tightly in place, the plastic hook breaks and flies away.

Shit! Shit! Shit! I frozen in place thinking about what I just did. Briefly testing my armbinder and I already know that I won't be able to get out just struggling this time, it's really tight! This wasn't a good idea at all, what was I thinking? I'm really helpless right now, and alone! If it was already very hard to get out before, now it must be impossible! Slowly standing up, I'm already as horny as before the armbinder dropped away. Then I walked around again, this time in fact blind. My fear give me a adrenaline surge and I panicked.

This time I don't even need to imagine things, my situation is distressing enough: I'm full covered in rubber, wearing stumbling high heels, plugged, tightly bound and gagged, completely blind, I can't even hear well and the continuous shocks on my sensitives spots are more uncomfortable than ever. Oh god! What I got into? Now I don't even know where I'm walking to! Is this the kitchen or the living room?

Not able to containing my panic anymore, I let it all out: "Hmmmmlp!!!" (Heeeelp!!!)

Struggling with all my heart, I keep screaming: "Plmhfm hmlp!!!" (Please help!!!)

My arms quickly going numb ...

I lost control over my breathing again, my heart beating fast ...

the plugs teasing me madly ...

with my knees trembling and my ankles aching, I barely can walk ...

struggling, kicking, shaking my body, I did everything, but despite all my efforts, not a single thing would loosen out of place ...

I really did a very good job binding myself this time. I imagine i would be stuck like this for all the weekend, walking around helpless, until my mother comes back on monday ... Would I be able to sleep? Or drink something?! I'll probably go crazy! These thoughts only helped to increase my panic even more. Not capable of walk anymore, I kneel on a carpeted floor, where I continue my ordeal. I keep struggling hopelessly, my body begging for release in more than one way: "Hmmmmlp!!!" (Heeeelp!!!)

Then when I was too exhausted to go on, something happened ... I somehow hit the shock controller and I think something clicked in place ... Almost as an act of revenge, because of how I called it 'a cheap chinese product' earlier, now the pulse shocks are unbearably strong!!!

My nipples, my armpits, my sides, my groin, everything is in a hellish pain. My muscles spasm uncontrollably.

"MMMMHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

If I was not gagged this time, I have sure even my mother would hear my screams.

I hopelessly and mindless try to reach the controller somehow. Oh God! Please make it stop!!

When I thought that nothing wrong could happen anymore, one of my struggles bumped on the pump, inflating the butt plug ...

"MMMMHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

I can't even think clearly anymore ...

After who knows how much time, I was able to displace the controller from my back, throwing it away, and when it hit the floor, the devilish thing turned off. Soon after, I collapsed on the floor and passed out.

Nightmare

Where am I? Everything is dark ... and hot ... and tight ...

I'm laying on the floor, entirely exhausted, I can't move a single muscle ...

What is this sound? A voice? I don't have sure, my hearing is still muffled, I think someone trying to speak to me ...

"Are you ok? Hey! Are you listening to me?"

I reply with a weak moan: "mhuu."

The voice: "You are still alive I see. Wait a moment."

Then the unknown person removed my blindfold. It took me a few seconds to get used to the lighting to be able to see again..

The voice: "There. Can you see me?"

Focusing on the person I immediately recognized her: She is the tormentor of my dreams, my brunette doppelganger.

She: "Hi there little bondage girl! How are you?"

She is wearing the same black rubber catsuit and the black 4" high heels pump that I first found in my mother's wardrobe.

She: "Do you like how I look?"

She strikes a pose, arching her back and bringing her hands up to her beautiful dark hair. Oh my, she is gorgeous! Like a perfect dominatrix!

She: "Oh, thank you my dear."

It's like she can read my thoughts.

She: "Here, let me return your kindness."

She gently removes my armbinder, kneels above me and gives me a nice massage on my back. This feels sooooo good! Even though this is a dream, it seems so real! She keep going, massaging my arms and legs.

She: "Are you feeling better bondage girl?"

I reply with another weak moan: "mhuu."

She: "Now, let's start our fun shall we?"

Me: "Mhhu??"

She: "Come on! Seeing you struggling in panic back there, screaming hopeless in your gag, entirely helpless, gave me so many fun ideas."

my eyes widen in fear.

She: "How about this one: you are trying to go back home, but you are stuck wearing this outrageous gear, then you have to carefully make your way during the night, hiding from all the people on street. Almost there a hooker caughts you and decides to teach you a lesson ..."

I shake my head: "Nhh!"

She: "No? Ok, then how about this one: your friends takes you to a strip club, arriving there they decide to do a little prank, they force you to wear this gear and leave you there. You helpless walk around asking for help but people mistake you with a planned show. You call a lot of attention, then the others strippers get very jealous and ..."

Again I shake my head: "Nhh! Nhh!!"

She says angry: "What's the problem bondage girl?! You are starting to piss me off!"

Not this time! I'm to tired to be her bondage toy, I decided to fight back. Then I shout: "Nhh hrm nht rmhl! Nh mhttmr whht nhh dh th mm, whnt bm rmhl!" (You are not real! No matter what you do to me, won't be real!)

She slowly approached my ear and speaks with very serious tone: "So, is that how it is?"

I shivered and immediately regret what I just did.

She: "I'm not real, huh?" She grabbed my arms and pinned them together behind my back. I still don't have the strength to move or prevent anything.

She: "Doesn't matter what I do, won't be real." My arms are shoved inside the armbinder.

She gets really close to my ear and speaks quietly: "Let's see if this is real enough for you."

I'm really scared now. She continues to work on the armbinder; this time the straps don't go straight over my shoulder in each side, they are crossed in front of my chest and buckled to the opposite side on my back. Then she loosens the laces, my heart racing. What is she doing now? Then she gives a hard tug upwards. My hands go really deep inside the armbinder now, pressing tightly together palm to palm, my fingers tips touching, not able to separate my wrists even a fraction of inch apart. A couple of tugs more and then she tightened the laces again, this time much more tight than before, each lace is pulled multiple times until there is not a single millimeter gap.

When my elbows touch together I cry out: "MMhhh!!"

She: "Hold your breath, we are far from finish."

Then she finish the laces with a overcomplicated knot in the end. She slides her fingers under each strap, adjusting their position, thoroughly removing any slack and re-buckling them absurdly tight, to the point they would hurt my skin if not the catsuit.

She: "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back."

I don't even need to try to move my arms to know how cruelly tight the armbinder is now and, when I thought It couldn't get any worse, my tormentor comes back bringing two thick leather belts; they are short but 3" wide and very sturdy, the belts are double perforated and the buckles have double pins.

"Actually, these comes together with the armbinder. See, there are a couple of anchors to fixing them in position." She says while guides the belts through the loops, one belt on my wrists and another above my elbows.

"There are impossible to wear without external help, luck for you I can help you with that." She pulls the belt on my wrists very hard, the leather squeaks, then she buckles it very tight!

Now I can't move my hands apart even a millimeter inside the armbinder. Even if both shoulder straps were released, I probably still wouldn't be able to get my hands out!

She grabs the belt above my shoulder and says: "This one can be a little uncomfortable."

Me: "Nh! fthp!!" (No! Stop!!)

She ignores me and pulls the belt very hard again.

I scream in pain: "MMMHHHhhhmmmm!!!"

She buckles it agonizing tight and says: "So, not real enough?"

I hate to admit, but in fact, the feeling is perfectly real, can not be denied.

"Still feeling brave." She says laughing, while picks up the shock controller from the ground.

my eyes go wide in fear.

She: "I'm waiting your answer."

Almost in tears I try to encourage myself, I cannot give up now, I must not!

The sound of the battery being put back in place make my heartbeat goes crazy.

She gets really close and whispers in my ear: "Last chance."

Oh God!

She: "Well, was ..."

Me: "Hmm fhrrn! Hmm fhrrn! Plmhfm, fhrgnvm mm!" (I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please, forgive me!)

She: "Then about what you said to me earlier... "

Me: "Hm whf lnnng! Thnf fmmlf prmttn rmhl! Nhh hrm prmttn fghrn rmhl!" (I was lying! This feels pretty real! You are pretty scary real!)

She says in a playful voice: "Ok, but I still don't know if I should forgive you ... You really deserve a punishment."

Me: "Plmhfm! Hm bmg nhh! Hm dh hnnthnng." (Please! I beg you! I will do anything.)

She: "Anything you say? Hummm..." She walk around in circles thinking.

I stay motionless and completely defeated.

She approaches me again and says: "How about that: the next time after you reach climax, do a favor for us both and don't accept any easy way out. No matter how exhausted you are, I want you to try to get out yourself. Can you do that?"

Without option, I agree nodding my head.

She ask in a serious tone: "Do you promise?"

Me: "Hm prhmnfm." (I promise.)

"Right!" She disconnects all the cables of the shock controller and pets my head smiling. Then she puts the blindfold back on me and whisper in my ear: "This feels very exciting, doesn't It?"

She left me and I slowly lose my consciousness...

I slowly regain my senses ...

It seems like I'm still bound the way i was before I pass out, except that the armbinder feels like it's way more tighter than before ... it's just like she left me in my dreams!! How can this be?! With my elbows brutally squeezed together behind my back, my shoulders ache in pain, my hands and arms are completely numb, and I can barely move them now! I can't talk, I can't see, I'm screwed!

Calm down! Calm down ... There is no sense to panic now, better I start to plan my way out of this mess. The first step is to get up on my knees, which is not easy task without the support of my arms, I can only fold my legs, swing my body and hope for the best.

"MMHHhhmm!!"

After my first abrupt movement I was forced to remember something: the huge and inflated buttplug stuck on my rear. This will be even more hard than I thought ... Many struggles and moans later I was able to get on my knees. I'm already panting and very horny again. Damn! This is not the time girl!

The second step is to stand up, another hard task, almost impossible to do only by myself, I need to find something to help. Walking around on my knees for awhile I bumped on a big padded thing, most likely the sofa. So I'm in the living room after all.

I have to support my body on the sofa while I move my legs to a squat position. After a few minutes I was almost there, but sadly, the ballet boots, the armbinder, the blindfold, everything, worked against me and I slipped back to my knees, slamming my butt and disturbing the inflated plug inside.

"MMMMHHhhmmmm!!!"

I have sure now, it isn't my imagination, the armbinder is in fact tighter than before, not only my hands are pressed very tightly together deep inside the armbinder, but I can even feel the shoulder straps crossed in front of my chest and the extra belts holding my wrists and upper arms tight together! Who did this? Is he or she still inside the house?!

Don't panic! I should stay calm to have a better chance to escape. I can't do anything about the armbinder now, but maybe I can do something about the blindfold. I start to rub my head on the sofa, hoping for the blindfold to slide off. Several minutes later and no success, its elastic band is really strong ... What was I thinking when I decided to wear it?!

Several minutes more and i was able to slide it like half inch up. Yes, almost there, I already can see some light ... But a few seconds later, it abruptly went back to its initial place. Due all my time wasted, I surrendered to my frustration, hopeless swinging my numb arms and shaking my body:

"Fhgg! Fhgg! Fhgg!" (Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!)

Then I have an impression like someone is watching me, laughing about my predicament. I suddenly frozen in place, trying to hear my surroundings, my skin tight hood and heavy panting not helping. That's it, I need to get out my bondage soon!

With renewed motivation, I threw my body over the couch and quickly moved my legs to a squat position, but this time I was able to get a stable balance on these accursed heels. Now it's all or nothing. After a deep breath, I stretch my legs and stand upright. It took a couple of short wiggling steps, but I was able to promptly regain my balance. However I had another impression, this time like someone ran to catch me. What if someone it's really inside the house watching me? I shake off these frighten thoughts.

The third step is to remove my bindings. Right, now how the heck I gonna do that?! Even If I hadn't broke the hook, I wouldn't be able to undo the armbinder anyway, not after it got this absurdly tight only God knows how. Not capable to do anything else, I start to walk around, again completely helpless.

Imagine If I don't get out my bondage, If I stay stuck in this rubber prison, bound and gagged, blind and teased, until my mother comes back on monday! Not able to know how much time has passed, doomed to walk hopeless and sexually frustrated ...

Without the annoying shocks and with the inflated plug, the teasing is very intense. Walking makes the plugs shake and shift inside me, this combined with the adrenaline from my distressful situation is driving me insane. The heat building up inside my body is overwhelming ...it is hard to think clearly.

I can't surrender now, I need to stay focus! After several minutes thinking, walking, trampling on things and hopeless struggling I arrive where I think my bedroom is, at least there is a soft object bumping on my knees which seems like a bed. I space out a little and, opening my legs wide, I mindless hump my crotch on the bed corner, seeking the release from my burning need ...

Suddenly, I was able to break my trance: 'No! This won't help, I need to get out first!' I throw my body over the bed and try to calm down. I need to think, should be something I can do; must be! I slowly slide my body out of the bed, taking caution to not disturb my plugs again and kneeling on the floor. I try to remove the blindfold using my legs, rubbing my head between my knees, but I quickly realize it's impossible, I can't bend my abdomen due to the steel boned corset. 'Please God! Let me at least remove my blindfold!'

With no choices, I rub my face on the bed cover, trying to displace the blindfold once more. Even after several minutes, with no success, the elastic band is too strong! Not giving up this time I have a idea, maybe if I try to rub the side of my head instead. Then, I finally got lucky and was able to slid the blindfold a little, unblocking one eye.

After a brief moment to adjust my sight, the first thing I see is ...

my mother ... sat on my bed ... arms crossed and looking daggers at me. I froze in place shocked.

She: "Well, well. What we have here if not a crazy little bondage girl."

Completely embarrassed I didn't react.

She say madly: "Daughter, do you have any idea of how dangerous this can be? How many things can go wrong? What would you do if you got hurt and stuck and couldn't call for help!?!"

I bow my head in shame.

She took a deep breath and says in a more calm tone: "Look, I knew you would try self bondage sooner or later, so I made up this weekend trip just to give you the opportunity and prevent something bad happening. I'm not mad at you. I went through a similar situation in the past, when I was your age, and I wish I had a mother so understanding back there as I'm trying to be. Now look into my eyes."

She approaches me and completely removed my blindfold. Still embarrassed I raised my head and looked at her.

She: "Didn't I teach you everything about being tied up? Even unwillingly, you insisted so much didn't I help you with your fantasies? Or, how you called it, your tied up games?"

I slowly nod.

She: "Then I ask you back, to trust me and never do something like this again. Speak to me and I promise I'll help you with your games and make them so intense and so humiliating that you will even regret it, but never do this alone again. Ok?"

Shocked by the mother's proposal and blushed with shame, I look directly into her eyes and nod.

She: "You really like this, don't you?" (deep sigh) "Right, we have a deal. Now tell me; what the heck happened?! When I came back home I saw you collapsed on the floor!"

Me: "Thnf mlmgtrng mhffhgmr hlmhft fhhgg mm th dmhth!!" (This electric massager almost shock me to death!) I forgot that unlike in my dreams, people don't understand you very well when you have a big rubber ball stuck in your mouth.

She: "I don't know what you are saying, but I guess it's about this ..." She shows the shock controller on her hand.

I nod again.

She: "Isn't this from the package that just arrived this morning? Did you even test it throughout before geting bound?"

I shake my head in shame.

She: "Oh my god daughter you are hopeless! Is this chinese manual from it right? I bet you choose to stick the pads like in this last page right?"

I nod twice.

She: "I must confess, you impressed me in more ways than one. Now stand up ..."

Then she helps me to get up. I promptly turn my back to her undo my armbinder, which she replies: "What? I won't remove anything from you. Now follow me."

I gasped due to her last statement and then walked in her direction.

She: "Very impressive, you walk very well with these boots. I was worried when I first saw you trying to walk, but you actually did it splendidly. Luck for you I guess, because you will keep wearing them for quite awhile."

I give her a surprise look.

She: "Don't be surprise bondage girl, I wouldn't pass up this opportunity to teach you a lesson, besides, you still need be punished due to going through my things without permission. Now look at the mirror."

I face my shameful black rubber reflection.

She: "Do you like the armbinder? It's perfect to keep the hands of curious and naughty girls like you secure behind them, given what you did in my bedroom today, you can expect have to wear it many times from now on."

I struggle stubbornly and wiggle my arms to show her my discontent, but she just keep watching smiling.

She: "I took the liberty of adjust the armbinder for you. Do you see the straps crossed in your chest? Now you can't cheat sliding them out of your shoulders, and unless you figure a way to unbuckle them, you can struggle to all your heart's content, sure that the armbinder won't come off." She turns me around in front of the mirror, pointing to each strap in my back while she explain: "In fact, even if you manage to unbuckle them somehow, you will also have to do something about these belts over your wrists and above your elbows."

Me: "Thnf Hmf thh tnght!!" (This is too tight!!)

She: "Actually you did a pretty well job dressing yourself. Everything is perfectly sized for you, and you even give it some shine and polish, boots included. Just a few details are off, but thankfully I can help you with that. Lean on the bed for a moment."

As I did, she begins to tighten my corset ... very harshly! I moaned in protest:

Me: "Fthp! Plmhfm!" (Stop! Please!)

She ignores me and says: "Exhale all the air from your lungs and suck your belly in!"

When I thought it was not possible, she keep tightening the corset until it got cruelly tight.

She: "It isn't totally closed yet, but you have to get used to it first. There, don't deep breath now, only quick small ones. Look at the mirror again."

After she helped me to stand up again, I immediately notice how my predicament got even more hellish. I can't even breath normally now! Although I must admit, I look stunning! The corset draws a perfect hourglass waist. I guess she was serious about teaching me a lesson.

She: "Now about this ... " She began to pulls the tip of my armbinder upwards.

I'm forced to separate my legs to keep the balance while I drop my chest forwards and expose my ass. She keeps pulling up and holds it there, locking me in a strict strappado position.

I protest moaning and struggling but it seems like she doesn't care, then she says:

"You not only found my most scary sex toy, you also had the courage to try it. Daughter, you really are a sexual deviant." Then she grabs the pump attached to my buttplug and ask:

"Did you?" She opens the release valve and drops her jaw when she hears the air escape.

I enjoy the little sensation of relief.

Shocked she says: "Oh my ... I simply don't know what to say ..."

I try to justify myself: "Nh! Nh! Whf hn hggndmnt! Hggndmnt!" (No! No! Was an accident! Accident!)

She: "Well, I won't spoil your fun."

Me: "Nhh!!!"

Then she closed the valve and pressed the pump ... not an accidentally half press like before ... a full and intentional hard one!

As the buttplug bluntly inflated inside me, my over teased body almost reach a climax right there. The overwhelming feeling forced me to cry out:

"MHHhhmmmmmmmm!!"

She: "It seems that you like it, maybe another hard squeeze?"

Panting heavily and still not recovered from the last assault, it took some time to process her absurd proposal, and when I finally did, was to late to protest:

"MHHHHMMMMMMMM!!!"

She: "There you go. I hope this is what you want, because it'll keep company with you for a long time."

I doubled my struggles and protest moans, but she keep holding me in this cruel strappado position for awhile. With my muscles cramping, I start to beg:

"Plmhfm lmt mm gh! Plmhfm!" (Please let me go! Please!)

Then she pulls the armbinder tip upwards even more! Until I stop struggling and she hold me for several more minutes until she finally releases me.

As soon as I stood straight up I feel the ludicrously huge and over inflated plug inside my ass.

She: "Now before I let you go. Let me teach something." Then she unzip my hood.

I enjoy the refreshing breeze hitting my sweaty face. My mother picks up a rag and wipes the excessive spit dripping from my gag, saying:

"Nice, looks like you learned how to wear the harness ballgag, although it's not properly tightened." She says running her finger under the straps. "Let's fixed that, shall we?"

Me: "Nhh!"

She un-buckles the strap over my forehead and says: "The blindfold comes first, close your eyes." She slides the blindfold snug in place and then buckle the strap tightly over it. Pushing my head forwards, she also tighten the main gag strap behind my head, pushing the rubber ball deeper inside my mouth and saying: "Bite hard." Finally she tighten the strap under my chin.

She: "See how the harness gag holds your blindfold tightly in place now? And when I say 'see'... I mean ... not."

I reply her pun with a annoyed moan: "mmhh!"

Then she put on my hood and zip it tight again. Once more I'm stuck in my dark and hot rubber prison.. She says: "And this way the hood also covers the blindfold elastic band, so will be even harder to get it out like you did before. Cool isn't it?"

Another moan, now a very helpless one: "mmhh!!" Followed by a hopeless struggle.

She laughs and says: "What is this metal ring attached to your catsuit zipper? ... Oh! I see. You used it to close it. Clever girl! Wait, this gave me a ideia, what if we ..."

Me: "mhh??"

She: "It worked! I connected the ring to the zipper in your hood. Now both zippers are secure linked together and will be even harder for you remove anything."

I struggle again, twice the hopelessness: "mmhh!!"

She: "Wait!! One last thing, don't go anywhere!" Then she walked away.

I froze in place in fear, What more could she do to me? I'm completely helpless already!

She comes back and says: "Here, something to hide this metal ring and give you the perfect look. Raise your chin."

I feel something big around my neck ... Is this a collar? But is so tall...

She: "Just raise a little more, that's it. Now let's buckle it nice and firm in place ... Perfect! How do you feel? Can you move your neck?"

It feels really restrictive! Now I cannot even shake my head to answer: "Nhh!"

She: "This one is called a posture collar. As the name implies, it forces you to keep your posture all the time. It is way more strict than the collar which you normally use, it's perfect to teach some discipline to naughty girls like you, so expect to have to wear it often from now on. It's a shame you can't see, let me describe it: It's made of rigid black leather, 4" tall and with thick leather padding on the edges, so it'll hold your little neck secure in place. There is a big sturdy metal O ring attached on the front, perfect to leash you, and a nice reinforced double pin buckle on the back, which can even be padlocked! But don't worry, I won't lock you ... at least not for now."

Now when struggling my head moves in conjunction with my whole body; I feel like a rubber doll.

She: "I will keep one eye at you and leave you like this until later to night. Good luck trying to get out!"

Then she walks away, leaving me there, shocked in disbelief.

Me: "mhm!" (Mom!)

Nobody answers. I slowly walk towards the door, calling for help: "mhm!! ... mhm!!"

This is no joke! She really left me! I hopelessly swing my arms and shake my body once more. It's useless, I'm more severely bound than ever, I can't remove anything, not even my blindfold this time, I don't even need to try to know. This punishment is absurd, there is no way I will get out by myself! There is no point struggle, my best bet is to find my mom and beg for mercy.

As I walk around calling my mother, I'm teased by the plugs more than ever. The huge and over inflated buttplug shifts and presses against the dildo inside me. I am constantly reminded of my sexual frustration. Heavy panting, I have trouble controlling my breathing because of the corset, forcing me to take short breaks to rest.

After what seemed like several hours, I'm still stuck in my rubber imprisonment, isolated from the outside world and teased to the point of losing my mind, every small movement torturous and painful, my body screams for release. I called, shouted, begged but no one answered. I'm doing my very best to restrain my panic, I won't give her the satisfaction to see me struggling in despair!

Tired from walking, I decide to sit for awhile. Passing through a corridor I finally hear a faint voice:

"Oh! Are you there, come here for a moment."

Following the voice, I go to what I think is my mother's bedroom, she says: "I see you are not making much progress, I guess you need some motivation. Maybe I found something to help you."

I sit on the edge of the bed and keep listen.

She: "I found this website and looks like there is a translated version of this electric massager user guide of yours and apparently it has a lot of cool functions which we can try." Then she approaches me a grabs the dangling cables on my back.

I struggle in protest: "Nhh!!"

She: "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you. Ok, let's make sure to properly connect everything ... Done. Turned on! This is intensity 2 of 7. How does it feels?"

This is like the first time I try it, I replied with a annoyed moan: "mmhh."

She: "Ok, intensity 4. And now?"

Now it's very noticeable but not unbearable like after I accidentally hit the controller earlier. My reaction is a little involuntary small jump with each pulse: "mmhh!! ... mmhh!! ..."

She: "We can also change the frequency. How about longer intervals ... better?"

Now it's only one pulse each 10 seconds, it's way more tolerable.

She: "What if we crank up to intensity 6 ..."

I wide my eyes, waiting in fear for next pulse. It hit me very hard, I struggled and scream in pain: "MMHH!!!"

She: "Too high? Ok. Back to 4."

I sigh in relief.

She: "Now let's change functions, there is one which sounds cool. How about "auto mode"?"

The pulses start very weak and with very long intervals, then they slowly get stronger and faster, more and more, until it reaches like it was before, which it's very annoying, but it didn't stop there! It keeps getting more intense and each time with shorter intervals!

They are now very noticeable, I panic: "thrn imt hff!!" (Turn it off!)

My pleas were ignored, the shocks get insanely intense! I struggle and scream: "Fthp!!" (Stop!!)

Without mercy, they get as intense as they can be, shocking me continuously nonstop! My whole body in hellish pain: "MMMMHHhhmmmm!!!"

I struggle mindless with all my strength, but my restraints defeats me easily, holding me secure in place ...

Then it very quickly slow down, going back to how it was at the beginning, restarting the cycle again. It's like ride a roller coaster, a very agonizing one!

She: "It seems you liked this one! Do you want to stick with it?"

I tried to shake my head, but the posture collar didn't let me: "Nhhh!!"

She: "I didn't get it. Do you want to change?"

Again, I can't even nod: "Mhhh!!"

She: "If you want to communi ... wait, let me answer the phone. Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back."

Then she shoved the controller between my forearms inside the armbinder and walked away.

I froze in panic. This can't be happening, she really left me stuck in this torment! I lay on the bed, hoping for her quick return, but even after several minutes, she didn't! I finally broke; crying and struggling frenetically:

"Plmhfm!! Mhgm Hmt fthp!! (Please!! Make it stop!!)

I can't endure this anymore. The shocks on my lower body force me to squeeze my muscles, making my plugs very noticeable. Oh God! It's getting faster again! Please no more! The peak is pure hell:

"MMMMHHhhmmmm!!!"

I'm so hot and sweaty that my catsuit feels like it's glued to my skin. Panting heavily, the ultra tight corset squeezes me mercilessly, making my lungs burn when I try to breath. I was almost fainting again when she finally comes back.

She: "I'm back, sorry I took so long. Hey! You shouldn't be resting, you're supposed to escape your restraints. Did you forgot? Let's get you on your feet again ..."

She grabs me and forces me to stand up. My legs are trembling and my knees very weak, she keeps holding me, otherwise I would fall, and says: "What's the problem bondage girl? Why can't you get steady on your legs?"

Me: "thm fhhggf, thmn hrm th ..." (The shocks, they are too ...) I wasn't able to even finish my gagged talk because the shocks started to speed up again. I struggle hopelessly, with my mother still holding me, and cry out: "MMMMHHhhmmmm!!!"

She: "I didn't understand, but I guess it's about the shocks right? You don't like them?"

Doing my very best to try to control myself, I try to answer her: "Nnhh!!"

She: "No? That's the idea you know, so you have a strong motivation to try to get out."

Me: "Plmhfm!!" (Please!!)

She: "Well, I guess there is no sense if you can't even stand. Hold on."

Then she finally turn the blasted thing off. Thank you God! She slowly released me until she has sure I can stay up on my own.

She: "Better now?"

Me: "mhn."

She: "I have an idea. Why don't we look for a nice massage setting to help you to relax? Let's see."

There is no way something nice will ever happen if I let her turn on this cursed shock massager again, to prevent that, I hopelessly try to running away, although I can't even see where I'm going!

She: "Where are you going bondage girl? Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to walk around in your lovely ballet heels, I'll even let you use them daily. Now come here."

Despite my efforts, she quickly catched up to me, making me feel pathetic.

She: "This one is perfect, it's called "numbing" mode. Should be nice, what do you think?"

Suddenly I feel a tickling sensation, like dozens of very weaks shocks within a short time, then a pause for 10 seconds. It tickles my skin, it's way better in comparison with everything else so far.

She: "Is this one ok? Or should we try another one?"

Would be better to have no shocks at all, but fearing for the worst I agreed: "mhh."

She: "It's settled then. Only one detail: I decreased it to intensity 2. Let's set it back to intensity 4 again."

Now the itching is very noticeable, forcing me to hopeless try to rub my skin to ease the sensation. My immediate response was a moan, which involuntary sounded very sexual: "mhmmmmmmmmm..."

She: "By your reaction I believe that you liked it very much."

I try to reply: "Nh whnt ..." (No, wait ...) but the tickling cut my answer short.

She: "Now, remember that you have to try to get out. If I get you lazing again I'll punish you." Then she shoved the controller inside my armbinder and walked away.

Once again she left me entirely helpless, with my arms harshly bound together behind my back, a huge gag shoved inside my mouth, inescapably blindfolded, my movements severely restricted due to my ruthless corset and posture collar and not mentioning the large plugs teasing me incessantly. Will this nightmare ever end?

The tickling took me by surprise again: "Mhmmmmmmmmm."

I irrationally try to scratch my body using my hands, but they stay secure bound behind my back. This is no good, the itch is becoming unbearable! This is so frustrating!! I struggle mindless trying to get my hands free but I should know better by now that is entirely impossible.

Me: "fhhhhgg!"

This is slowly becoming even worse than before, I need to find a way to scratch quickly or I'll go insane! I walk around in despair trying to find something that could help me, anything! I found the doorframe and begin to hopelessly rub my body against it.

I keep pressing and rubbing my body, trying to ease the sensation ...

Below my armpits, it's so hard to scratch there, I need to wiggle my arms and tilt my whole body ...

my sides, shielded behind the corset and impossible to scratch ...

my poor breasts, itching like crazy, rubbing them also tease me immensely ...

and finally my crotch, I am sure if I dare to scratch there, it'll be my end ...

I continue to walk, trying to ignore the tingling. It's hard to tell if I'm really awake or not, with all my senses being restrict for so long, I'm losing connection with the reality. The only thing I know for sure by now is I'll never be able to escape my restraints. Unless someone else helps me, I'm doomed to be stuck in my little rubber prison forever. The huge and overtightened ballgag always remembering me how I can't even call for help.

I'm broken and entirely helpless ...

every little movement, even breath, is an agonizing torture ...

my body teased and denied beyond my sanity ...

my sexual frustration reached a level where I can't think anything else besides fulfill my burning desire.

I stumble on a large and soft object, what seems like the sofa, then again I mindless rub my body trying to relieve the tickling torture. The sexual tension is too much to handle, I keep pressing and rubbing my whole body frenetically. I keep stimulating my whole body, moaning sexually with each scratch.

That's it, nothing else matters now. I carefully sit on the soda with its padded arm between my legs and begin to rub my crotch: "mhmmmmm ... mhmmmmm ... mhmmmmm ..."

The sexual stimulation is overwhelming, I gonna reach an orgasm very soon ...

Voice: "What?! You are not even trying to escape, as well as doing depraved things shamelessly! So this how it is huh? Daughter, if you're trying to be a bad girl just to see what happens, you did it anyway!"

She forcibly catches me from the sofa and lay me on the carpeted floor. No! No! No!! I was soooo close!

She: "I found something to keep you in line. Have you ever seen cargo belts? Their advantage over traditional belts is they don't have fixed notches, so they can get as tight as you can pull, like this ..."

I feel something being looped around my thighs and then abruptly becoming super tight! Crushing my legs tight together.

She: "See? It's perfect to keep the legs of naughty girls like you closed tightly." She keeps adding more and more belts around my legs; around my ankles, shanks, below and above my knees and another around my thighs (near my groin), making sure every belt being tightened to the limit.

I protest struggling and trying to get away, although it's useless, my legs are tightly fused together now, the only thing I can do is drag my body on the floor.

She: "Don't waste your breath, isn't over yet. You won't be satisfied if you don't get a nice and very tight hogtie, right?"

Me: "Nhh!!!"

She: "First I do a nice and tight rope loop around your waist ... the rope end in the front goes between your legs like that ... and connects to the metal ring on the tip of the armbinder on your back ... then to your front between your legs again ... linking to the waist rope ... and finally to your back again. Now the fun part."

All of a sudden, my arms are harshly pulled, lifting my chest from the floor, and the crotch rope gets absurdly tight, pushing the plugs deeper inside me. The shock make me scream: "MMMMHHhhmmmm!!!"

She: "I know the corset doesn't help but try to arch your back as best as you can."

Me: "NHHH!!!" I struggle to prevent that, but it's inevitable, with one hand she grabs my arms and pulls them, painfully arching my back as far as it can go, and with another she pulls rope to keep me in this agonizing position, the crotch rope almost cutting me in half, then she folds my legs, pressing them hard over the armbinder, the heels digging on my butt, and finishes tying the rope between my ankles, making it super tight!

She: "There you go, the way you like. Now about your punishment ..."

I frozen in place. Oh god, what can she still do with me?

She shoves my body aside and whispers in my ear with a scary voice: "Now you'll see what happens with naughty little girls."

My heart beating like crazy, then I feel the tickling shocks getting much more intense!

"PLMHFM NH!!!" (Please no!!!) Anything but that!!

She changed the intervals from pulses to a continuous one and abruptly increased the intensity!

Me: "NNNHHHHH!!!!" My body feels like dozens of hands are tickling me all over nonstop!

She shoves the controller inside the armbinder again and says: "Now listen, If you behave like a good girl this time, no struggling and staying very quiet, I may help you in a few hours, otherwise you'll stay like this for a loooong time ... Ah! Almost forgot, be careful with your struggles because the buttplug pump got trapped between your legs, and trust me when I say you won't want it to get inflated even more. Good luck!" She walks away and leaves me more helpless than ever.

The tickling is maddening! This is pure hell!! My body spasms uncontrollably ...

Entirely broken and defeated, I cry out for mercy: "MHGM HT FTHP!! PLMHFM!!!!" (MAKE IT STOP!! PLEASE!!!!)

my mind refuses to accept she will leave me like this for hours ... just a few seconds and I'm almost fainting, my heart racing so fast that seems it gonna get out of my chest ...

my body aches due to the strict hogtie, although the pain is surpassed not only by the maddening tickling but also by my sexual frustration ... being teased and denied for long ...

all my struggles are in vain, I can't do absolutely anything, I'm completely stuck on my side and can't even rub my body on the floor to relieve the sensation ...

in panic, I keep fighting against my hogtie, tightening the crotch rope and making my situation even worse...

When I thought nothing worse could happen anymore, while I wiggled my legs, trying to move around, I felt something being squeezed, then the buttplug got really huge inside me!! I scream once more:

"MMMMMMHHHHH!!!!!!"

Maybe I should follow my mother orders and stay still like a good girl ... with no energy left to struggle or even think straight anymore, I stopped moving ...

trembling and sobbing, the tickling continues without mercy ...

I lost track of time ... the feeling of the cold air on my naked skin, or being capable of move freely, is a distance memory in the past ...

Voice: "How are you doing? Are you behaving yourself?"

I reply with a weak moan: "mmhh."

She: "I guess you learned you lesson."

Me: "mmhh!"

She: "Too bad you misbehaved again, struggling so much and doing a lot of noise, otherwise I would untie you already. I guess you really want to be left like this for waaaay longer."

I moan in despair: "NHHH! PLMHFM!!" (NO! PLEASE!!)

She: "What's the problem? You have already stay hogtied longer before. Are your shoulders in too much pain?"

I hesitate for a second, then I did my best to shake my head: "Nhh."

She: "Are you having difficult to breath?"

Shaking my head again: "Nhh."

She: "So what? Don't tell me you are craving to finish what you was doing on the sofa's arm."

I nod as best as I can: "Mmh!!"

She: (deep sigh) "The things you makes me do ... Alright. There is something you probably missed earlier when you unpacked the small box with the rubber panty, actually there is a ... well, you'll get it, hold on."

Me: "Hmm?"

She gently pats my head and whispers in my ear: "There is only one intensity, and it's probably too much for a little girl like you, but do your best to endure it, ok?"

Then, all at once, the plugs starts to violently vibrate deep inside me, with such intensity that is beyond anything I ever felt before, my sensitive body, tickled and teased for so long, is instantly launched in a convulsing and mind numbing orgasm ....

The sensation is outrageously overwhelming ...

I lost control over my mind and body ...

waves of intense pleasure hits me nonstop ...

my orgasm is so absurdly strong that I wonder If I'll be able to survive ...

I slowly regain my senses, It feels like I'm laying on the floor. I can't see, but I can move my arms and legs freely. It seems like the armbinder and belts are gone. Oh God, stretching my arms and legs feels so good! Resting a little, I stay lying down for awhile.

I'm still covered in rubber from toes to head, gagged and blindfolded, at least the shocks and vibrations stopped, although I can feel the plugs still deep inside me. Bringing my hands to my neck, I can feel the tall and rigid collar on my neck and, in fact, there is a big O ring attached on the front. Touching my face I can feel the huge and round rubber ballgag pushed deep inside my mouth, as well the wide leather blindfold over my eyes, they aren't going anywhere unless I remove the tight hood first.

I keep slowly exploring my body with my hands, massaging my poor breasts and others tortured places. Feeling a lot better, I decide to stand up. Although I still wearing these cursed ballet boots, it's a lot easier to get up when you can use your arms.

Standing up now, I'm forced to remember the huge and over inflated buttplug stuck in my rear. I grab the pump and try to release the air but to no avail, I don't know how it works, I just hope I'll succeed after being able to see, otherwise will be very humiliating to ask my mother for help me, she probably will just laugh and leave me to figure it out myself, just like she did when I asked her to help me get out of the ballgag harness the first time.

My senses being restrict for so long is very disorienting, but at least now I can enjoy my limited freedom, since I don't even have any imminent urge, or anything actively torturing me. I stretch my arms again, feeling really invigorated. Bringing my hands to my nape, I can feel a large buckle on the back of the posture collar, now will be just a matter of be able to unbuckle it. Hesitating for a moment, I heard my mother's voice:

"Hi there little bondage girl, how are you doing, still having fun? Do you need anything?"

Thinking a little, I remembered about my last nightmare and how it would disappointed easy to escape my bondage now. Then, more like a desire deep inside me, and not just a promise that I did, I decided to keep the things interesting for a little more ...

She: "What's the problem little one?"

Reluctantly, I turned my back to her, pressing my arms together behind my back. She immediately understood what I wanted.

She begins her dominant acting and says in a very serious tone: "Are you really sure about that?"

Holding my breath, I keep my arms in position.

She laughs and says: "Very well then, hold still."

I feel the my arms being shoved inside the armbinder once more. I stay in place, trying very hard to not chicken out now. She nonchalantly tugs the armbinder upwards very hard, until my arms reach very deep inside, with my hands forced tightly together and my fingertips pressed to one another once again. Then she does the wide shoulder straps, pulling them extremely tight, the leather cracks with the tension, my heart skip a beat. Finally she buckles it as tight as she can, the straps digs into my skin.

She: "This should be easy enough for you to be able to get out."

In fact, the straps aren't crossed over my chest this time, neither there are any extra belts, nevertheless the armbinder feels super tight, much more than I did it myself before, and even that time I wasn't able to escape. I know my mother's tricks by now, she says it's easy because she loves see me getting very frustrated trying to get out and failing. Is the string tied to the left strap still there? I can't even tell.

She: "There you go bondage girl, your hands are safe and secure behind your back once more."

Briefly wiggling my arms and testing the armbinder, I already can tell it'll be very hard to get out without help, most like simply impossible, at least it isn't as painful as before, my elbows aren't pressed together this time.

Suddenly, I hear a loud click and feel a weight on the back of my neck.

She says: "Since you seem to like your bondage so much, I hope you also like to be stuck in it."

She padlocked it! I struggle and wiggle my arms to show my dissatisfaction, I have sure she choosed a extra heavy padlock, just to don't let me forget its presence.

She laughs and says: "Behave yourself little bondage girl and maybe I will tell you where the key is."

Even if she tells me now, I can't even use the key with my arms tightly bound behind my back! Entirely defeated I follow her orders and stop struggling.

She: "Good girl. I am gonna watch a movie now, you can join me if you want to."

Following her voice, I found the sofa and I carefully sit beside her. Not able to see or hear very well, I leaned my body over her. She adjusts herself to accommodate me comfortably and gently caress my head. Being restrict and lonely for so long, I enjoy her gesture very much. Feeling protected and safe in her embrace, I decided to stay still for the time being.

She: "You gave me some ideas bondage girl, there are few items I want you to try on."

I reply with a stubborn moan: "Hhhm!" She laughs a little.

When she stopped move her hand, I pressed my face against it, she understood and gently resumes her caress. Alright, since she is being so nice to me I'll let her do what she wants ... only this one time.

She: "I hope you have not planned anything else to do on your vacation, because I have this funny feeling you won't go anywhere any time soon."

I'm glad that my hood is covering my mouth this time, so she can't see the big smile on my face ...