If Found...

Claire faced forward and knew Rick was inches away.

"Think you can behave yourself while I get some work done?"

"MMPH!" Claire gave a clear plea for clemency.

"Tell you what," Rick said cryptically, "I'll get you off to a good start."

Bewildered, Claire sensed Rick moving behind her. Placing a hand on her spreader bar, Rick pressed it lightly. Claire's eyes widened beneath the blindfold as her body swung irresistibly forward. He kept pushing. Claire squealed impotently as she glided further and further forward, tightening the clamps ferociously as the spring reacted. Rick kept pushing, driving her further and further into the air until at last, he let go. Claire's body swung backward on the pendulum of her ropes. When she passed her original position and kept going, the spring tugged on her crotchrope instead of her clamps, and Claire discovered a whole new torment. Moaning pitifully, Claire swung back and forth, the tension switching between her nipples and pussy. Claire wrenched in frustration but that only made her sway longer and in unpredictable directions, which of course just made her toys twist and jerk. She could add momentum but was powerless to stop. The spring would take care of it, though. Eventually.

Rick was already gone. She wouldn't notice for minutes. The bullet buzzed away happily.

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Rick spent about two hours outside. By then the heat of the day was in full swing. That may not seem like much in September but it feels much different from a sun-drenched roof. Rick climbed down the ladder, his shirt slung over his shoulder, and reasoned that a cool basement would feel pretty good right about now.

Claire seemed very glad to hear him coming back down the steps, though less so when it became apparent that he was in no hurry to release her. Instead, he quickly discovered something that Claire had earnestly hoped would go unnoticed.

"I think your little friend ran out of juice," Rick said, tracing a finger along her crotchrope. "Let me fix that for you."

"MMMmmMMPH!" Claire shook her head urgently as Rick replaced the batteries in the control box. The bullet immediately sprang back to life and Claire couldn't help herself. She moaned almost continuously, but the bullet just wasn't powerful enough and she knew it. Instead of satisfying her, all it did was remind Claire how badly she needed orgasm. Of course, Rick thought that was its best quality.

He sat down before her, setting a glass of water on the floor. Her nostrils filled with the scent of his sweat as she tried to adjust to the insurgent buzzing between her legs. For a time he simply watched her. It was immediately clear that Claire was trying very hard to grind her hips without disturbing her sore chest, with minimal success. Rick placed a hand playfully on the center of Claire's gag and gave her a nudge. Claire groaned resentfully as she began to sway again.

"You've been trying to get yourself off, haven't you?" Rick asked without any regard for her plight. "You should probably be honest. I can always get back to work."

Claire reluctantly gave a slight nod, the best she could do at the moment.

"Any luck?"

Claire shook her head slightly, with obvious exasperation.

"Glad to hear it, though I like that you're trying," Rick smiled. "So, are you enjoying those fun little clamps?"

"MMPH!" Claire writhed indignantly. Her immediate regret that she'd moved at all gave her answer some gravity.

"I have a theory about that, actually," Rick said airily. "Because you laid them out for me to find, alongside all your other toys. Seems like you wanted me to use them."

Claire didn't seem to share his interpretation. "Oh, I don't think you like the sensation," he carried on, "but when you're tied up and can't take them off no matter how much you want to—that makes you helpless. And that really...really turns you on. Doesn't it?"

Rick held her chin in his hand. "I could take them off right now," he offered, "but just admit one thing: that you'd be just a little bit disappointed if I did."

Claire moaned, desperate for a change of subject. Rick reached beneath her and placed his fingers on the clips, poised to grant Claire the relief she craved.

"Right?"

Claire groaned heavily, but nodded. Rick grinned. "And that's why they're getting left right where they are."

"MmmmMMMH!" Claire immediately cried out. But instead of giving her what she asked for, Rick moved behind her and gripped the spreader bar again. She implored him to stop every way she could think of, but still found herself gliding forward. The clamps constricted savagely as he pushed, causing Claire to bite down on her gag. She gasped when he let go, and as she tumbled back and the tension mounted on her raw clit, Claire very nearly climaxed. Painful or not, this made her hotter and wetter than the Amazon, and her only real regret was that each successive swing gave her slightly less stimulation and not the little more she needed to achieve release.

She could also tell that Rick was getting flustered too. Teasing and tormenting her like this made Rick hard as hell, and he didn't give her a moment's reprieve. He began circling the bound woman with hungry eyes, running his hands along her body while she swayed. For a moment he stood directly behind her. She wished he would just mount her, fuck her hard right then and there. Instead he gripped her leg, bringing her to a merciful halt, and walked back around to her front.

"I believe your note said something about using you..." Rick muttered as he unzipped his fly. Though still blindfolded, Claire felt his stiff cock brush her cheek lightly. She moaned longingly, and Rick began to unbuckle her gag. When the ball finally parted her lips, she used her newfound freedom to lick her lips hungrily.

"Please..." was all she managed before he entered her. She bore down on him eagerly, tongue dancing over the shaft as she moaned her assent. Rick had been working all morning. He needed a shower. But the animal taste only fueled Claire's lust. This—all of this—was exactly her fantasy. To be tightly bound, made helpless to his whims, to take pleasure in giving herself over to another. His thrusts and gasps of pleasure weren't using her. They freed her to express the raw pleasure she'd been feeling for hours. If she'd wanted him to ask, and not just take whatever he wanted from her, she'd have never written that note. Her mind filled with possibilities for how she wanted to finish her sentence. Please use me. Please let me. Please fuck me. Please don't let me go.

She sucked on him passionately for as long as she could but Rick, after hours of watching this bound goddess, couldn't contain himself forever. Thrusting intently in and out of her, Rick's own moans soon filled the room, and he erupted into her. Claire purred contently, happy to give pleasure for once and not just receive it. She kept her lips pursed as she slid his cock out of her mouth, relishing his taste. She swallowed, wishing she could see his satisfied face. Measured gasps escaped her slightly parted lips. She was his, truly his, and it felt incredible.

She opened her jaw readily when the gag reappeared. She had nothing she wanted to say. She wanted only to struggle, and moan, and writhe, and somehow knew that he would divine her wish without words. He buckled it as tightly as before and Claire tried to guess what might be in store next. She quickly found out: his hand appeared between her legs. Surgical fingers held her lips apart and she detected a new, rapid sound. A large vibrator, one of her best, pressed into her, resting against the knot on her clit. Within seconds Claire's already horny body had her crying out in abject pleasure. She sank back into her fantasy as the helpless, reluctant plaything until, at long last, he sent her tumbling over the blissful edge.

Claire's mind went blank and she seized in her restraints. Carnal moans echoed off the walls as the vibrator sent Claire spinning again and again. All her struggling, all the discomfort, all the teasing instantly became worth it. The ecstasy wrapped around her like a warm blanket. Nothing else mattered.

She had no idea how long he kept her in that heaven, but it felt like an eternity. When he eventually he stopped, Claire writhed on, noticing only when the fading sound of footfalls transformed her back from goddess to toy.

"Mmm. Mmmmm...MMMMMMPH!" she cried. She didn't want it to end. He was leaving her again. Still bound, still clamped, still with a crotchrope and bullet teasing her raw pussy. Still helpless. The thought had her trying to cum again within minutes.

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Rick wasn't going back to work. He just needed to set up Claire's coming adventures. Of course, she didn't need to know that. It only took him about thirty minutes but when he returned to the basement, Claire acted like he'd been gone for years.

They both seemed to agree that enough was enough, so he removed the clamps first. Not that the shock of bloodflow returning to her nipples didn't elicit a painful cry. Setting the chain down, Rick massaged Claire's breasts for several minutes while she recovered.

He took his time detaching Claire from the ceiling, mindful of her sore muscles and tender skin. He removed everything except her gag and blindfold, holding her close while she stretched and flexed for the first time in hours.

"You were wonderful," Rick whispered into her mollified ear, "but I'm not through with you yet."

Claire mewed softly for him, both hesitant and feisty at the thought that more remained in store. She let him guide her back upstairs and into the living room. The sun pouring in from the window warmed her skin. Rick led her back to the center of the room and locked her hands back into the handcuffs she'd used before. Lifting her arms, he used an extra padlock to secure the cuffs to the rope still hanging from the banister. Before she knew it, the ankle cuffs and spreader bar returned as well, and she stood before him exactly as she had that morning. Claire couldn't help but tremble.

Rick visited the toy collection on the coffee table and returned. Claire felt something long and smooth graze her skin, and she realized it came from her collection of dildos. She gasped uncertainly.

"I wanted to give you a little break...so to speak," Rick said slyly, "but I want it to be a little fun, too." Lubricating the phallus, he lowered the toy between Claire's legs and pressed it, gently but firmly, into her pussy. She inhaled sharply as inch after inch slid into her. Once it was in Rick let go for a moment. Claire instinctively tightened her pelvic muscles, worrying that it might slide right out of her again. Swiftly, she felt a thick strap pass around her waist, which she realized was a chastity belt. Rick fed a second strap between her legs and pulled it taut, holding the dildo within head and sealing her pussy off from the world. Claire wondered wildly who Rick was trying to keep out, but only he seemed privy to his plans.

The belt's buckle allowed it to be locked, and as soon as Rick finished adjusting it he fitted not one but two padlocks onto the belt. Holding Claire from behind, Rick ran his hand over the belt and nudged the thick phallus knowingly into her. Claire enjoyed the feeling of it grinding within her.

"Having a good day?" Rick asked. Claire mumbled her assent. "I'm glad, because after your break I'm thinking you need to be tied up tight again. Something nice and strict that's going to have you begging to cum."

This sounded promising, though still a little frightening. Claire shuddered in her bonds as Rick continued running his hands all over her. As good as it felt to be strictly bound, Claire wasn't sure she could take much more.

"But I'm going to let you get yourself off the hook this time. I need to work some more and while I'm gone you'll have the opportunity to show me whether you want to spend the rest of your day bound and denied orgasm, or doing something a little less taxing. If you'd rather I play nice with you, just take that toy of yours out of your pussy before I come back."

Claire groaned apprehensively. She couldn't do much of anything at present, let along budge her new toy.

"Don't worry, I'll give you a fighting chance." With a jingle, Rick lifted a string with twenty or thirty keys threaded onto it, clipping it to the rope by Claire's hands.

"One of those will unlock the padlock," Rick explained. "The cuffs stay on no matter what, however."

Claire wouldn't have expected any less. Rick disappeared around a corner, returning with a folding card table that he set up right in front of Claire. She jumped as she felt its edge brush against her hips, and again at the sudden sound of many more keys being spilled onto it before her. So that's what it was for.

"These other keys are for the two locks on your chastity belt," Rick went on. "Once you get your hands free, look for them on the table. If you unlock your belt I'll take you upstairs and make love to you into the night. No more toys, just me," Claire cherished the thought. "But if you'd rather be tightly bound for hours and be a toy yourself, leave those keys right where they are. It's up to you."

With that, Rick left. Claire heard him walking all over the house and then out to the roof. Moments later the thuds of his nail gun could be heard overhead.

Claire didn't need long to decide what she wanted. She loved being his to play with but he seemed to be hinting that she'd spend the rest of the day very uncomfortable and very much without release. If she could spend the rest of the day in his loving arms instead, she would in a heartbeat. Her fingers grabbed at the keys dangling above her, isolated one, and spent several minutes trying to test it on her handcuffs before she remembered that she had to use it on the padlock. No luck. Grunting and straining, Claire fought the toying distractions of the dildo and chose another key. After a few more tries she realized she needed to be more methodical or she'd end up blindly picking the same keys over and over. Carefully she felt her way to the end of last key on one side of the string, tried it, and started to work her way down the line.

She had no idea how much time was passing, but then Rick came back for a moment to make sure she was alright.

"Still locked up there? Better hope you find the keys to your belt quickly." Then he left. He was no help at all.

Her hands began to tingle from being held above her so long, but five or six tries later she felt the padlock click and come loose! Claire squealed with excitement as her hands, though still cuffed, lowered at last. Technically Claire could move around now. She wasn't tied to anything, but walking in a spreader bar was difficult and besides, her only hope of reprieve was here. As the bloodflow returned to her fingers, Claire whisked her hands over the sea of keys before her. They all felt the same in the darkness.

Claire wasted a moment or two rubbing her hands over the leather chastity belt, shifting the dildo pleasurably around, but then realized she needed to concentrate. Rick surely wouldn't like her playing with herself and if the basement was any indicator, she did not want him tying her up vindictively.

Like before, Claire knew she needed to be methodical if she was going to be able to sift through these keys, so she hastily tried to push them off to one side so she could put all the rejects on the other side of the table. Keeping fingers on the table to feel where she was, Claire set to business. Try a key on each lock on the chastity belt, and when it didn't work set it off to her right. Try another, try another. Rick was hammering away above her, and the sounds reminded her constantly that he'd eventually return. She had to find the right keys or face a strange new challenge.

Try another, and another, but still no luck. Claire felt the reject pile, guess there were maybe forty keys there, and wondered where the hell Rick had found all these. Feeling the other side, though, Claire estimated she was more than halfway through trying them all. Only so many possibilities left...

"Well, you're making progress!" she'd been so busy she hadn't heard Rick come back.

"I must say I expected you to try a little harder than this," he said with a hint of disappointment. He ignored the fact that Claire kept frantically trying keys. "I guess you're not that interested after all. I'll have to make sure I do a very thorough job tying you, since you seem to want it so badly."

Claire groaned anxiously, but nearly shrieked when she heard Rick take a handful of keys—keys she still needed to try—and let them tumble all over the table, bouncing everywhere.

"Just came to tell you that I'm halfway done with the roof. I need to pack up some things but in a few minutes I'll come back and get you all set up for a nice, stimulating afternoon while I finish the rest."

Rick left Claire to fret. Her system ruined, she grabbed a key at random which, miraculously, opened one of the locks! Claire nearly screamed in relief, but there was still another lock to go. She began trying a key, then chucking it onto the floor when it didn't open the lock. She cursed herself for not thinking of that earlier. A useless key was a useless key.

She kept trying up until the moment Rick grabbed her wrists and pulled her away from the table. The dildo was still locked inside her. Claire was visibly distraught. Rick had built up the anticipation so much that she now dreaded the specter that awaited her. Yet, just like she'd asked, she was helpless to resist.

Due to her blindfold, she didn't see that Rick pulled the final key to her belt from his pocket, instead of the table. Rick tied Claire's wrists behind her back, as well as her ankles. She found herself heaved over his sweaty shoulder. Gruffly, Rick carried her upstairs, and then to the attic.

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The house had two stories and a narrow staircase leading to the attic. It was a little stuffy up there but a small window shed light on the steep slopes of the ceiling. It had an actual floor instead of just crossbeams, and Claire used it for long-term storage.

Rick had cleared some space in the attic's center, where he'd laid a large square of what looked like plywood. A silver eyebolt had been screwed into each of its outer edges and in the middle lay a blanket and a large, rounded object with padding, like a saddle.

"I decided to rummage through the rest of your trunk. See what you didn't want me to know about today. I knew the minute I saw your Sybian that I had to put it to use," Rick announced as he carried Claire into the room. At its mention, Claire immediately moaned in earnest protest. The Sybian was a sex toy, and a potent one at that. Atop the black saddle was a long rubber pad with a ridged ball perched on top. Those connected to powerful motors inside the device that could vibrate at thousands of RPMs. There was simply no resisting it.

Rick didn't waste any time. Untying her ankles, he set Claire down into a kneeling position on the floor and maneuvered her to straddle the Sybian. Claire's temporary enjoyment as he spread lube over her pussy preoccupied her until he lowered her slowly onto the ball atop the device. Claire came to rest on the rubber pad of the device, groaning as Rick used ropes to tie each of her ankles to its respective thigh, keeping her fully seated atop the Sybian. Ever the perfectionist, he tied an additional rope around Claire's waist and then to the eyebolt behind her, preventing her from trying to use her knees as leverage.

Rick turned his attention next to her chest and used a single, very long rope. Placing the center behind Claire's neck, he fed each strand down over her shoulders, behind her back, back up the other shoulder, around her neck, and finally down between her breasts. From there he crossed the ropes and began wrapping them around her torso both above and below her chest, each successive coil squeezing Claire's helpless globes a little more. After crossing the cords between her breasts in a distinctive X-shape, Rick finally knotted the harness at her front and tied the remaining ends to the eyebolt just in front of her. Drawing it forced her to lean forward, the ropes further squeezing her chest, and he tied it off. Claire whimpered slightly, knowing that this leaning position would soon be difficult to maintain, but Rick was just getting started.