Caught In Self-Bondage & Punished

My heart pounded in my chest as I sat cross-legged on my baby pink satin sheets in only my panties, the package sitting in front of me. Tearing it open eagerly, I lay the contents out, carelessly discarding the box somewhere on the floor.

I instinctively reached for the leather ball gag first. I held it in my hands for a moment, hesitating. I can't help but feel the heat building between my legs as I think about what I'm about to do. With trembling hands, I raised the gag to my mouth, wrapping it tightly around my head, and buckling it at the nape of my neck. The feeling of my mouth being forced open by the big ball fills me with a mix of excitement and anticipation. I make sure to buckle it as tight as possible, relishing the sharp bite of the leather marking my cheeks.

Next, I reach for the blindfold, slipping it over my head, and resting it over my eyes. The darkness envelopes me, like a hug. I reach my hands out, running them over the bed as I blindly search for the next part. A spark of energy flows through me as my hands hit the cold metal of the timer handcuffs. I am so excited that my hands shake as I sit on the bed, legs outstretched in front of me, and fiddle with the cuffs, getting them open and laying the metal over my ankle.

As I snap it shut, I can feel my wetness leak from my swollen pussy, staining my panties. What if someone knocks on the door? The thought of being caught in this position makes my pussy clench, pulling my thighs together almost magnetically, I grind my hips back and forth as I take the other side of the cuff and lock it around my other ankle.

As I massage my clit with the friction of my thighs, I struggle and pull against the cuffs on my ankles, feeling the cold sharp metal biting into my skin. The feeling of not being able to open my legs, not being able to speak, or see; is electric. My whole body responds to the sensations.

Feeling around blindly, my hand touches metal yet again. My second pair of handcuffs. I open the cuff and put my hands behind my back, placing it over my wrist. I pause.

Do it.

I stare into the darkness of my blindfold, holding the metal against my skin. Am I really about to do this? I've never done anything like this before... Just 30 minutes ago I was sitting on my doorstep eagerly awaiting the mailman, just after finishing my day of rushed work, making time for my plans this afternoon. My heart beats hard and fast against my chest as I battle my mind, pressing harder and harder.

It's okay, Margo. The cuffs are set to release in an hour. I don't need to worry about getting stuck or being caught. it's fine.

Finally, the pressure on the cuffs from my shaking hands reaches its limit, and the cuff snaps shut, locking into place inescapably. Adrenaline courses through me, urging me to snap the other side onto my free wrist quickly.

The moment the metallic snap echoes through the air, I freeze. There's no going back now; I am helpless. A shiver runs through me, sending chills down my spine. The weight of the cold metal presses heavily against the delicate flesh of my wrists and ankles, and I can feel its unyielding strength holding me captive.

At once, I'm consumed by a mix of apprehension and anticipation. A playful fear grips me tightly, threatening to suffocate me. I've surrendered my agency, and yet somehow, I feel more alive than ever before.

I lay there on my back, hands restrained tightly behind me, savoring the feeling of being totally helpless, and unable to escape my binds for the next hour. I spent quite some time pulling against the cuffs, testing the strength and getting hotter and hotter every time it denied me my freedom. No matter how hard I pulled, the pain of the metal digging into my flesh stopped me before I could even think about slipping them.

My ankles and wrists were red and raw, friction burns blooming around them. The pain as I struggled helplessly was white hot. Each twang of pain sent waves of pleasure all throughout my body. My tits were exposed, pushed proudly outwards by the force pulling my arms back.

Desperately humping the air wasn't cutting it now. I was so fucking horny. My panties were completely soaked through. I could feel my wetness dripping down my ass, surely making yet another wet spot as it pools in my panties. I don't know how much time had passed, all I knew was that I NEEDED that hour to be up soon, so that I can fuck myself silly.

Suddenly, the sound of the timer ending on the cuffs fills the room. Relief washes over me as I hear a clicking sound from both cuffs. The clicks stop, and the timer ends. I pull on the cuffs, expecting them to fall off after being released, but they don't. I pull on them hard, but they are just as inescapable as ever. Fuck. My eyes widen, and my breath quickens, catching in my throat as I desperately pull on the cuffs, feeling the metal nip and pull at my red raw skin. Why won't they come off?! The realization of being truly and utterly helpless, with no means of escape at all dawns on me. I'm stuck.

The sound of the front door slamming shut sends me into a frenzy. I thrash around, whimpering and groaning at the pain in my wrists and ankles, strings of drool start to flow from under my gag as I hyperventilate.

Holy fuck! fuck fuck fuck! My roommate can't see me like this! What have I done?!

I freeze, lying on my front as I hear muffled footsteps coming up the stairs, I try to scream through my gag in an attempt to tell him not to come in, but nothing more than drool and bubbles of saliva come out. Tears start to fall down my cheeks as the footsteps near the door.

The door creaks open, and footsteps slowly come inside. Why the fuck didn't I lock the door? I whimper and sob under my blindfold, laying there bound, almost naked, and helpless. I feel utterly humiliated as the silence deafens me. I can feel his presence in the room, standing and observing me.

Is he... Is he laughing?!

The sound of his chuckling makes me frown confusedly, wondering how he could possibly find this funny. I let out a mangled grunt, urging him firmly to release me from this predicament.

"You know, your Amazon account is connected to the downstairs Alexa, right? I can ask for your order summary at any time, darling."

My eyes widen at his words, my already racing heart battering my chest. I knew I should've disconnected my account from the Alexa! Stupid, stupid girl! I can hear the smirk on his face as he speaks. I know for a fact he's staring at my ass right now. I can't roll over to cover myself, he'd just stare at my tits! He's such a perv, he's probably loving this right now. I grunt again, this time louder and clearly frustrated.

"Poor baby. Are you stuck?" He patronizes. The feeling of fingertips running over my ass makes me struggle and pull against my restraints again, trying to get away from him. A sharp, painful sting assaults my ass cheek, sending a jolt through my body as his open hand slams against my skin. More tears spill over my cheeks as I whine into the gag.

"This is what happens when you buy cheap shit, Margo." He slaps my ass again, harder this time. The pain makes me cry out, but only more drool and garbled noise escape. "You're 3 weeks late on rent and you're out buying garbage. Did you not read the reviews? The cuffs are faulty. You are one stupid little slut arent you? "

I can't believe I did this to myself. I should never have bought all this shit!

As I shook my head and sobbed into my gag, he laughed cruelly, clearly enjoying my vulnerability. "You know you wanted this," he growled, aggressively grabbing my ass. "Admit it."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I shook my head vehemently. But deep down, I knew he was right. Part of me craved this treatment; part of me needed to feel subjugated and dominated. However, I didn't have a choice anymore, and that truth made me feel both terrified and extremely horny.

I try to roll away from him, turning over onto my back and thrashing around violently. The pain in my ankles and wrists is searing, causing me to moan and whimper as I struggle in front of him. I can feel his smug face watching me closely, watching as my tits bounce and jiggle with the desperate movements. I let out a frustrated garbled scream in an attempt to warn him yet again to let me out.

"Look at you." He growled as he tugged on my nipples. "You're a pathetic, wet little mess right now, aren't you?" I struggled against his grip on my sensitive nipples, quickly calming myself down as I learned not to pull, as he would not let go. He laughs evilly as he moves his hands down to my mound, lightly stroking the outside of my panties.

I groaned into the gag, the sensation of him touching me like this made me feel something. Something desperate and needy. My mind holds firm, resisting and struggling. But my body betrays me, throbbing and clenching involuntarily.

"You might as well give up. I know you want this, and you've just been such a good girl, getting yourself ready for me like this." He teases me, stroking his fingers over my clit through my panties. The feeling is incredible, I lift my hips up at him slightly, whimpering hopelessly.

What the fuck am I doing?

"Good girl. Accept it." His praise lulls the battle in my mind, like throwing a fire blanket over raging flames, extinguishing every last glimmer of light as he rubs me, pushing me closer and closer to losing control of my own mind.

Snapping out of my trance, I roll myself over onto my stomach again, protecting my exposed body from him. I knew deep down this wouldn't help. My suspicions are confirmed as I feel his hand slip down between my thighs, gripping the underside of my ass with his big, veiny hand. He fondles and massages my slick lips, the cold material of my wet panties rubbing against my sensitive flesh.

I listen as I hear him withdraw, opening my side table and rummaging through it. Fuck. That's where I keep all my toys. This is so humiliating, laying here helplessly as I listen to my roommate parse through all my sex toys, chuckling to himself intermittently. I hear him pull something out and shut the drawer.

Within seconds, he's back to towering over my body. I inhaled sharply as I feel him cut my panties, the material falling away from my hips effortlessly, exposing my bare ass to him. I resist the urge to struggle, feeling the sharp metal cuffs threatening to draw blood.

"3 weeks late on rent." He tuts at me condescendingly, I can hear him grinning maliciously as I wince and clench my jaw, biting into the gag. I was his plaything now, owned and controlled by his whims. There was nowhere for me to run or hide. "Don't you think such an infraction deserves punishment?" He places a finger lightly on my butthole, gently and slowly rubbing circles around it.

I shake my head violently, not attempting to hold back the tears of shame as they stream freely down my face. He grabs my hair viciously, ripping my head back hard. "No? You should be allowed to fuck us all out of our hard-earned money?" I whimper in response, silently begging for mercy. He shoves my face into the bed, adjusting his grip to rest his hand on the back of my neck, pressing lightly.

I lie there as he holds me down, rubbing my tight hole and pressing into it, more and more. No one has ever touched me like this before. Hell, no one has ever even seen my butthole before.

He pushed his finger into me, the feeling of being stretched and filled like this was so unfamiliar. My butthole burned as he pushed his finger in and out, fucking my ass slowly as I adjust around him. My cries and groans fell on deaf ears as he fucked me, teasing my hole with a second finger.

I felt so vulnerable and weak as he leaned over me, the pressure building inside me as he worked in a second finger. The lube from my pussy juice all but dried up now, creating a painful burning friction as he moved in and out. I screamed and yelped from under my gag, my protests muffled and distorted by the pools of saliva bubbling around the ball, falling in strings onto the bed, joining a rather large puddle of spit below me.

He quickens his pace, fingering my ass with two digits. I feel so open and exposed, unable to cover myself or resist the intrusion violating my most coveted hole. I clench my ass hard, trying desperately to deny him access.

"Baby... You're not stupid enough to think that would work, are you?." He withdrew his fingers and violently grabbed my hips, yanking me to the edge of the bed so that I was bent over it at the waist. My eyes widen in fear as I hear him unzip his pants, and smack my ass with his hard cock.

Oh my god, it's big as fuck.

Pulling against my restraints quickly reminds me that the pain is unbearable. He put his rough hands on the small of my back, gripping my waist as he rubs the length of his cock up and down my ass.

He pushes into me, the tip of his huge dick stretching my sore hole open even further. I yelp and lurch forward, but he leans over me with all his weight, holding me down and shoving his throbbing cock all the way into me. His balls slam against my pussy as he sinks into me as deep as he can, a low groan rumbling from his agape mouth.

He withdraws ever so slowly, so slowly it's uncomfortable. I whimper and groan in between sobs, feeling his fingers dig into my hips. With only a few seconds of emptiness, he slams back into my tight asshole again, making me cry out in pain... and pleasure?

His cock feels so fucking good.

No! This is so unnatural! It fucking hurts!

He slams into me again, and again, quickening his pace as he fucks my sensitive hole. He grabs a fistful of my hair, ripping my head back as he pumps me steadily. I can feel myself getting used to the friction inside me. It's so foreign, but the pressure of his cock slamming into me so deep presses hard against my empty pussy. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt before. I feel like I could cum.

No! You can't cum from this. That's so fucking embarrassing. Not only has your roommate caught you tying yourself up like a slut but then he will have made you cum without even touching your pussy?! Are you crazy?

The familiar feeling of needing to pee surprises me as I get closer and closer to orgasm. He can tell as I clench repeatedly around him, making him groan as he continues to drive himself into me again and again. Every muscle in my body tenses as I try with everything I have not to cum. Screaming from under my gag, my legs start to shake as he adjusts his position, slamming the tip of his cock against my g-spot. He fucks me so hard it almost feels like he's inside my pussy.

The clenching and throbbing send Damien over the edge. His steady thrusts turn into frantic pounds, surely bruising my insides. The pressure building in my lower abdomen finally releases, pure euphoria clouding my mind as I shake violently, my empty pussy pulsating as I reach the peak, I feel everything as he cums deep inside my ass, breathing heavily as he pushes his dick as deep as he can, planting his seed.

He slowly pulls. out of me, the loss of his cock almost making me moan in protest. I don't have to wait long before the familiar pressure resumes, pushing into my ass again. This time it's smooth and cold.

The object pops in suddenly, making me realize he's just put my buttplug inside me. "Now you be a good girl. Sit here with my cum up your ass, and think about your pathetic spending habits. I'll be back after the pub." He zips his jeans up, slapping the plug in my ass lightly.

I start to beg through my gag, helplessly and frantically pleading with him to release me now. The slap on the plug makes me clench, reminding me of my roommate's cum still sitting inside me.

I hear the door slam shut as he exits, leaving me there naked, plugged, and bound.

Oh god no please this can't be happening! How long will he be at the pub?...