A Randy Retirement Pt. 25: Katie

"Randy, what kind of kinky shit is this?" she asked but before she could continue, he put a red ball-gag in front of her face from behind.

"Open."

There was the slightest of hesitation before Katie complied and he stuffed her mouth with the ball, trapping her studded tongue to the bottom of her mouth as he pulled the leather straps tight and buckled them behind her head. Katie's hands came up and she traced her fingers over her stretched lips and back along the strap.

"Don't be thinking about taking it out now," he said sternly, and her hands dropped to her lap.

Next, he worked a wide leather strap under each of Katie's thighs and pulled them tight to the back of the chair and secured them to the point where the seat of the chair met the back and the rear legs.

Randy came around to face her, kneeling on the floor between her spread legs and showed her the Hitachi. He laid the high-powered vibrator on the seat and pushed it toward her as Katie watched, moaning. Using his fingers, Randy opened her pussy lips and positioned the bulb in such a manner that she would not be able to get away from it, the piercing laying on top of the bulb. Then switched it to high before he used duct tape to secure it firmly to the seat. Nothing happened.

"That ought to be sufficient," he remarked as he stood and watched her hands reach out to him. "Yeah, time to do something about these," and she looked down at the Hitachi and tried to question him. "Oh, that? Don't worry babe, I haven't plugged it in yet," he said as he walked behind her.

Katie was desperately trying to ask him what he was up to, but with the red ball filling her mouth, her words were useless.

Into the solid back of the chair, that was higher than Katie's head, Randy had drilled a hole approximately two inches in diameter. Its purpose he was about to utilize. Taking an inch wide, long leather strap like one from a horse bridle, he spoke as he worked.

"This part is entirely your option Katie," and he wondered what her eyes looked like as the leather passed before them before disappearing and landing at her throat. "It will be connected to your hands. If you want to do a little breath play, all you have to do is let your hands drop. You'll control how hard it pulls and for how long."

With that, he strung the loose ends of the strap through the hole in the chair back and worked each of her wrists behind the chair until her fists almost touched, securing each with an end of the leather strap. He had gently pulled her hands up to the bottom of her shoulder blades, stressing her shoulders just enough to give her a little predicament to deal with as she orgasmed.

When he was finished, Randy noticed that Katie was testing out the limits of her moment and how much the strap would constrict her airway as he once again came around to face her.

The multi-shaded, chestnut brown hair had grown wild, strands of it in her face as she looked up at him.

"Are you already wet?" he asked as he moved the hair out of her face.

Katie shook her head vigorously until she realized that the effort moved her hands and pulled her head back into the chair by way of her throat.

"Good. I thought I'd give you a reminder of what you have been missing. The DVD of us fucking from last year will play on these screens from every angle that I have. I'm going to let you watch it for about an hour. I sincerely hope that you enjoy yourself," and with that he clicked the mouse and there she was sucking his cock in the darkness of night under the gazebo on the first night they'd met.

Suddenly her loins were afire as the Hitachi came to life, filling the room with buzzing as the bulb vibrated the wood of the chair in addition to her clit hood piercing. The vibrant sounds coming from the wood and metal formed a background beat to Katie's own contribution to the growing symphony.

She moaned loudly and her head was pulled back into the chair again when she forgot the role her hands played in her bondage.

Randy had left, but then again, he hadn't as she could plainly see his huge dick now disappearing again and again into her pussy on the large flat screens in front of her. She was straddling him as he sat in a chair, very much like the one she sat in now, and fucking herself with his cock as she faced him.

Katie recognized the look on her face, knew it was the look of a woman in search of an orgasm and she grunted into the rubber ball as the first twitch in her pussy came with that same recognition.

She tried to move her hips, but they were bound too tight and along with that fact came the realization that she was lowering her hands. The leather band was tightening slowly around her throat as she saw herself riding Randy's cock more steadily on the screen.

The normal little sounds she would make as she fucked, though scarce, began to come now, muted by the gag. Even so, she continued to emit them, the need deep inside her growing more insistent.

When she came, her body struggled to contain itself as her legs tried to close and her hands bobbled, cutting off her air. That only magnified her orgasm and Katie groaned loudly.

Despite her own noise, for a moment, she thought she heard someone else cumming and wondered if Randy was fucking another woman behind her as they watched her struggle.

Finally, she remembered to lift her hands, the burning in her shoulders returning as she tried to recover while the buzzing of the vibrator was still going full song. It was then that she realized that the images on the screens before her also had sound. The other woman cumming that she had heard had been herself, over a year ago.

Minutes later she was orgasming again, testing the bonds that held her as she dealt with the erotic feeling of bliss that permeated her body while at a loss for oxygen. In the throes of her ecstasy, she smelled cigarette smoke and knew then that Randy was somewhere behind her, watching as she moaned like a bitch in heat.

The smell faded away, but this time, Katie did not notice. She was focused on the scene playing out on the pool deck and Randy pile-driving into her pussy. Her orgasm was right there, in the video and reality, but she couldn't quite get to it in the present.

The screens changed and now she was on the bed, her ass hiked up by pillows and Randy was plundering her asshole. Again, she tried to will herself to cum and again it was right there, but still out of reach. Her arms had grown tired from the strain and lowered, the leather tightening around her throat. As the air to her body reduced even more, it sent Katie over the edge and she finally orgasmed again, for a third time.

*

Randy had busied himself cleaning up from lunch, but had left the door to the playroom locked open so that he could hear. As the minutes had ticked away, his cock had grown hard and was anxious to be released.

"Patience you one-eyed fucker," he said aloud, looking down at his crotch and then he laughed at the silliness of talking to his own penis like it was a living, breathing entity. At that moment he heard Katie growl so loudly through her gag that his cock twitched. "Well, damn, maybe you do have a life of your own."

As the end of the allotted hour approached, Randy took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and made his way to the playroom. He was greeted by more of Katie's trademark grunts as she was apparently nearing another climax.

From behind he saw how tense the muscles in her arms and lower legs were as the grunting continued. The sounds she made seemed strangely more pronounced now than they had earlier. Then he noticed that Katie's hands were lowered, the leather strap taut as it ran up from her wrists, through the hole in the chair back and, as he knew, around her throat. He watched her hands search for a landing spot and her legs try to squeeze the sides of the chair and then realized that she had been choking herself for almost a full minute. That was the outer limit of time Randy would close his hand around a woman's throat and he began to grow concerned as Katie showed no sign of relenting.

He dropped the bottle and made to move toward her to make sure she could breathe when suddenly a long, low animalistic growl came, and she raised her hands for air. Randy swore the chair moved as she bucked and continued to clearly growl out her orgasm.

He was at her side and looked down. From each corner of her mouth, tracing back toward her ears were black stains where the wet dye from the leather strap had leached onto her skin. On the floor were the two halves of the red ball that had been in her mouth. At some point, Katie had bitten the ball-gag in two, her saliva wetting the leather that remained.

Presently, her tongue piercing was trapped by the strap that still bisected her mouth, her tongue black with the same stain as her cheeks.

Randy clicked off the video and then released her wrists from the leather, pulling it through the hole and free from the front as she eyed him and panted for air. He released the now ball-less leather strap in her mouth and watched her work her jaws and tongue in freedom as he undid the straps at her hips and finally the rope from her ankles.

She still had not spoken as he retrieved the water he had dropped and handed her the opened bottle while he bent to scoop up the ruined ballgag.

"Sorry," she whispered, "it got so intense I did it before I even realized what had happened."

Randy was smiling. "It's not a problem. How many did you have?"

"Five." she said hoarsely. "And each one was more intense than the last. I never got off like that before, except with you."

"So, you liked it?"

"Yeah, but I still like your cock better," she told him, her panting for air having slowed.

"I'll write that down. Ready for a shower? We're gonna have to do some scrubbing on that face of yours."

"In a bit, let me drink some more water, I'm a little light-headed," and after she had taken another swallow it dawned on her what he had just said. "What's wrong with my face?"

"I can't describe it and do justice," he said, choking back a laugh. "It's best if you see it in a mirror."

Randy pulled her to her feet and supported her as they made their way to the shower. When he stopped her at the sink, Katie placed both hands on the vanity and leaned over, her nipples turning out, as she looked into the mirror.

"Oh gawd," she exclaimed as Randy could hold back his laughter no longer. "What the hell is it?"

Still laughing, he told her, "It's the dye from the leather strap. When you bit the ball in half your saliva made it leach. I guess I need to find some better quality stuff. Stick your tongue out and take a look."

She did. "Well fuck. Dammit!" and she turned her head to look closer at her cheek before asking, "Do you have a toothbrush that you aren't attached to? I don't think it's gonna be any good when I finish with it."

"Top drawer on the right, but let's shower and clean that face first," and without a word she turned slowly toward him as he held the shower door open.

Randy cleaned her face for her as Katie stood with one hand on the wall steadying herself, her eyes on the cock between his legs that was standing at attention.

"There, good as new and lovely as ever," he said as he wiped one last smug from the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you," she told him while he turned and threw the washcloth to the other end of the large stall. "You know, you haven't been in my ass yet."

When Randy's head came back around, he found the hand that had been steadying her was now fingering the anal enema attachment.

"Well, we can certainly fix that," he replied. "But you're gonna do it and I'm gonna watch."

Katie removed the attachment from its holder and began to stare at him as he reached up and turned the control to activate it. She turned her ass to him, but her eyes stayed on his as she placed one foot atop the tiled seat and moved the nozzle toward her bunghole.

It was an erotic show that she put on and Randy found that his hand had moved to his cock and was slowly stroking it while Katie played with the curved barbell at her clit and fucked her ass with the 1" wide attachment long after the water had run clear.

He only took his eyes from her to look up and turn off the water to the nozzle. Without a word, she placed the nozzle in its receptacle and put both feet on the tiled floor, her ass pointed his way. Katie spread her legs wide and bent at the waist, her back parallel to the floor, as she grabbed the shower knobs and held on tight, the cascading water bouncing off her strong back.

Stepping toward the issue at hand, Randy laid his cock on top of her crack, and rubbed it back and forth as he reached forward and tweaked the out-turned nipples of her dangling breasts.

She turned her head back to him at a severe angle and growled, "No foreplay, just fuck my ass!"

Without acknowledgment, he brought his hands back to her ass cheeks, spreading them so wide that Katie thought for a second that he was going to split her, and then his cock did as he pushed past her anal ring without taking it easy.

Her head turned up into the gushing jets of water and she howled, gripping the shower knobs tighter. The howl was unusual for her, but she settled quickly into her trademark grunts and moans as the sex was slow, but steady. Randy went unrelentingly balls deep into her asshole, but at half his normal stroke rate, until the motion brought forth a wet 'slap ... slap' sound that kept time with his strokes.

"Ehh!"

The low grunting started as her body went off in search of an orgasm, holding her breath again. The faces she made during sex were amazing, a mix of pain and pleasure, desperation and desire. Randy was fascinated by them and how she remained almost completely quiet while her ass fucked him back.

"Ehh!"

She was holding on now to the metal piping that the shower head could be slid up and down on; holding on for dear life as he could see white at her knuckles.

"Did I ever tell you that I love your shower?" she murmured.

"No," Randy growled.

"Ahhh! ... Ehhhhhh!!!!!" Katie placed her cheek against the wall of the shower and came, her anal ring squeezing shut on Randy's cock and pulling the cum from it mere moments later. He had to grab his dick and forcefully pull it out of her ass with a wet 'PLOP" as it shot off all over her back, the hot water immediately washing his sperm away.

In time she straightened and turned, her hands on his shoulders as she kissed him, the metal ball tangling with his tongue.

Randy reached behind her body and shut off the water, then opened the door, and grabbed two plush towels from the rack. He handed over one to Katie and began to dry himself with the other, stepping outside as he finished.

When she exited, he pointed to the vanity, "Remember, top right drawer for the toothbrush. Just toss it when you're finished." Then he spanked her hard on her round ass, "and we're going out, so be quick about it."

Katie had jumped and hollered "Owwllll!!!" giving him the evil eye. "Get out, so I can!" and Randy heard her cackle as he went into the bedroom.

As they dressed Katie launched into conversation, "You know I watch porn, right?"

"Well no, not really, but it doesn't surprise me."

"Well, I do. They have these guys with some really big cocks in the porno flicks and they all, even the black ones, for the most part ... they never look like they are really hard. By that I mean rock hard. I mean they are huge cocks, like yours," and she held up her hands about a foot wide, "but they never look like they are as hard as steel; like yours always seems to be when we fuck."

"Well, I do have some chemical help at times."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But you would think those guys would take those little blue pills for the movies too."

"I'm sure a lot of them do."

"I don't know, I seen alotta limp dicks. Maybe you're right though and I need to do more research. It's just something I noticed that I thought I'd share."

He put his forehead to hers and kissed her on the nose, "Is this a big issue for you?"

She grasped his semi-hard penis, "Their dicks when they fuck are like yours is right now. Your dick when you fuck is so stiff you could hang a twelve-pound chain from it, and it still wouldn't droop. Hell naw, it ain't no problem," and she kissed him lustily on the mouth, twirling her tongue inside his as the metal ball did its little dance.

He pulled away and cleared his throat. "Ahem, we need to ... ah, get dressed. I have somewhere I want to take you and if we continue down this path, we'll never get out of this house. Besides, I think you've been doing too much research."

She punched him lightly on the shoulder and went to her bag. Randy watched her naked ass as she bent over and then noticed that she pulled out a black tank top that highlighted her arm muscles. She was just before pulling up a matching black thong when he called to her.

"Hold up a sec." He came behind her as she was bent with both hands on the waistband of the thong, one foot in and one foot out.

Holding a black buttplug in front of her face, he commanded, "Get it good and wet," and she looked at him with a mix of apprehension, loathing, and prurience before opening her mouth and sucking the black silicone inside. Randy twirled it in her mouth, coating it with her saliva and then pulled it out. He held his hand to her lips then, "Spit," and she did, twice into his hand.

"Leave the thong where it is and put both hands on the dresser."

Katie put the foot that was out into the thong, leaving it around her ankles, and complied, feeling him roughly apply her own spit to her asshole. She could not widen her legs due to the thong and then she felt the intruder as it began its unstoppable ascent up into her anus. It did not take much effort due to the leftover gape from the shower. Within moments, Randy had it seated five inches deep in her ass and she sighed as she felt it. It was conical-shaped, and the widest part was two inches in diameter, roughly the same as his cock. Her ass swallowed the wide part and then closed behind it, cinching on the one-inch-wide shaft at the bottom that led to a round, jeweled retainer.

Randy pulled up her thong and straightened it on her hips, making sure it was properly seated between her legs, then he rubbed the plug in her ass as he closed his other hand around her throat.

"That's to make sure you think about my cock in your ass every moment this afternoon until it's actually there again," and then he kissed her roughly in the same manner as she had just kissed him.

Katie gave him a 'fuck you' smirk and moved to complete her wardrobe, but stopped after two steps and turned to look at him.

"What the fuck? What did you put in me?"

Randy winked at her, "It's weighted. Every time you take a step, the weight inside will move around, reminding you that your ass is plugged."

"Oooo, you fucker," she shook her head and smiled erotically at him. She pulled the same khaki shorts on from yesterday and finished with strapped sandals. Randy wore chinos and a polo shirt with Docksiders, and they climbed into the Lincoln and were off to a little sub shop in Corolla for lunch.

She ordered a beer and kept her Wayfarer sunglasses on the entire time, but Randy could tell by the smug smile that she kept sending his way that she was enjoying herself, even as she kept readjusting her ass in the seat, as if it did not sit right.

*

He took her first to the Currituck Lighthouse, just about ten minutes south on the sound side. It was built with over a million red bricks, and they climbed the 220 steps to the top. Currently run by a foundation, it was still a working lighthouse and he told her if she went outside his front door at night, she could see it in action.