tricked into bondage. then the fun begins

Like an idiot I put in the ring gag, buckled and locked it, cuffed my ankles to the bottom of my chair, and finally cuffed my hands in front of me. I was facetiming him, letting him watch me gag and cuff myself. I'd already put on mom's bra, panties and pantyhose for him. I'd brushed my hair and put on her red 'fuck me' lipstick. He sent me $100 on my PayPal account. It should have been OK. He said he lived in Boston. I was in Seattle. It was fun. The bondage gear he mailed me was expensive. I'd never be able to buy it myself. The ring gag had a complicated lock that uses a key to be removed. And of course, the cuffs did too. The keys were locked in a small metal box with a code to open it. He gave me the code before I started. It worked, so I proceeded.

Having my ankles and wrists locked together was naughty. I liked it. I've tied myself up before, but these were much more professional. I felt like a hepless captive. I was getting hard. I heard myself cry out a loud 'Ahhh!' when the ring forced my mouth all the way open. Buckling the wide shiny leather strap behind my head pulled it all the way in. My jaw was sore immediatly. I tried to remove it right away. But the lock in the buckle had clicked closed, and there I was. With my hands cuffed, I really couldn't reach back to fumble with it anyway. I was looking for the metal box.

He asked me if I was thinking about his long, hard cock slipping through the ring and into my deep, wet waiting mouth. I typed in I wasn't. And shook my head. More. 'Ahhhh... ahhhhh.'

The code wasn't working. I tried and tried. I typed him my frustration. I asked him to repeat it, even though I'd written it down. He just laughed. He pointed his laptop at his crotch. He was naked, and hard. "Just think about how good this going to taste, sweetie."

I heard my back door open. I jumped. Loooking at my computer screen I saw the inside of my house. He was here! He was in. He was coming into my room!

He was a bit fatter and hairier than he had told me. He just said hello, and put a black nylon bag over my head. "Let's go."

I heard the clicking of the cuffs. I was hoping he was letting me go. Silly me. He used them to secure my hands behind my back. I was shackled from the ankles and could barely walk. He took me through the house, outside and into a SUV or a van. Pushed me down on the floor and used some long straps to secure me there. All I could do was say 'Ahhhhh!' We drove away.

He asked if I wanted the gag out. I quickly nodded. He unlocked it and pulled it out. Drooling and gasping, I said "Oh my God. Thank you." I looked around. I was sitting in a stark bedroom. It was dark and cold. Like it was in a basement. He said if I was a good girl, he wouldn't have to put it back in. I said OK. But my hands were still cuffed behind me. My ankles shackled together. He stood me up and pushed me against the wall. It was hard and cold. His hands were on my chest. He started kissing me. I tried to resist. He kept pushing, and kissing, and groping me. I was struggling. But he had me. I was tired, and my mouth was sore from the gag. I gave in and let him roll his tongue asround in my drooling mouth.

He was pulling at moms bra straps and playing with her panties. Grabbing my ass. He felt me up over the bra, under the bra, pinching and squeezing my fat little boy boobs. Then he slipped his hand under the front of the panties, taking my cock and balls in his hand. I pulled against the cuffs. It was a crazy sensation being bound, kissed like a girl, and molested. The bra straps were tight. Pinching my skin. The panties were pulled up between my ass cheeks. He was rubbing, and squeezing. Kissing and squeezing. Kissing... rubbing.... I was getting hard.

I'd had a couple of girls try to give me a blow job. neither were really very willing, or good at it. But this guy couldn't get enough. He sucked and sucked and sucked. When I was about to come, he shoved a finger all the way up my ass. It held me from coming for a minute longer. Then I exploded with the mightiest orgasm ever. I'd never felt anythig like it. And I've jerked off a lot. I wasn't sure if it was his expert sucking, his fat funger probing inside, being dressed like a girl, bound and helpless. Or all of them. But it was great. He let me blow in his mouth, then all over his face. He was looking up at me, mouth and face filled and covered in fresh cum.

His hand was wrapped around his cock. He had just blown a load too. He pulled me down on my knees telling me I was to suck him until he comes again. "It might take hours" he warned me.

He video taped me sucking his cock. He had a camera in his hand the whole time. He had asked me to pose, still in the bra and pantyhose. He had removed the cuffs but collared and tethered me to the headboard. For the duration of my time trying to get him off again, I was able to look around the room a bit more. There was a sex bench in the middle of the room. Black leather bench with leather cuffs and straps hanging from it everywhere. And a series of rings bolted to the wall. More cuffs and belts. If I wasn't scared shitless already, I was now.

By the time he finally came again I was almost use to the taste of his cock and last time's come. He told me to shower, shave what little body hair I had, and put on the clothes he had there for me. He went upstaird to shower. Leaving me locked in the basement sex room. There was a complete maid's outfit for me. Dress, corset, lace gloves and black thigh high stockings with garters. And black leather hand and ankle cuffs. Anotherr collar. And a red rubber ball gag.

He came back down as I was finishing dressing. He inspected me. More pictures. He was wearing black boxers. He was fat. Hairy. I didn't like what I saw. But of course, it didn't matter. He inspected the cuffs for fit. he told me to wait to gag myself. I wasn't going to anyway. He took me to the bed and laid me down. "I was going to gag you and fuck you for the rest of the day. But I liked our cock sucking so much, I've decided to do that more insted." He got on me and we began to 69. He held me down.

His cock was fat and choking me. He rolled us over with me on top. He spread my legs and pushed his face in my ass. My black lace panties had holes in all the wrong places. His tongue was licking my hole. I tried focusing on his cock. But I couldn't. He was jerking me off while fucking ass hole with his long, wet probing tongue. I was holding his cock, gasping for breath, but I wasn't sucking it. He didn't seem to mind. He was really working me over back there. I came all over his chest.