Post Orgasm Torment Weekend Pt. 01

Post Orgasm Torment Weekend Getaway - Part 1

My girlfriends are always rattling on about their husbands' long hours and stressful jobs. Well, my husband Tom is no exception. For too long, now, he comes home to me each weeknight stressed and spent, unable to do much for himself, let alone me. I thought he could use some stress relief, his favorite kind of stress relief. As is so often the case, we'd been so busy that we hadn't made any plans for the weekend. I didn't want to waste a perfectly good summer weekend, so I made the plans for us.

You see, since I first met him, I knew that Tom was into BDSM and the like. Though he would occasionally tie me up, he much preferred the role of sub. He especially loved being tied up tightly and gagged, and tormented in various ways. At first, I wasn't into that kind of thing, but Tom really enjoys it. So I've learned to find ways to meet his needs while also having my own needs met. Over time, I've learned to have fun with it, and now I look forward to our periodic escapades. I've actually gotten good at the domme role, and it's fun for both of us. This would be a wonderful time to put my acquired skills to the test.

In the summer when everyone heads to the beaches and mountains, parks and resorts, the local hotels here in the suburbs that cater to business travelers sit mostly empty. Some are very nice, with suites that have separate living rooms and kitchenettes, swimming pools, exercise rooms, and good restaurants. So I went online, and very quickly found a perfect suite at a great price at the hotel by the motorway on the other side of town. Perfect! We would have privacy, peace and quiet, with no one to call or bother us. So I booked the room for Friday night and all the way through to Monday morning.

It was time to indulge. First, I called Tom and told him to take Monday off. "Why?" he asked. "No questions", I replied. I'm sure he understood that I had something in mind. He would be happy to have an extra day off, anyway. "We're going away for the weekend. We'll leave on Friday after supper", I said. "Where?" he asked. "No questions!" I replied. "Don't worry. I'll take care of everything, including the packing". He accepted my plan, then got busy again and didn't think much about it.

After our phone call, I headed out shopping. For me, I purchased a book I had long had my eye on but never bought, not wanting to splurge on something I didn't have time for. But it was time to splurge now. The shop also had a lovely set of pastel colored pencils that I bought, along with a sketch pad. I love to draw, and it would be wonderful to have some uninterrupted creative time. On the way home I stopped off for some bath beads and a few good bottles of wine. I didn't need to pick anything up for Tom. We already had everything he would need.

I assembled a small kit for him. It included some "slave outfits" for him to wear - tight little bikinis and thongs, plus a speedo for him to wear to the pool. That's all the clothing he would need, and that's all I was packing. An under bed restraint set, blindfold, gags, e-stim thingies, and other odds and ends rounded out his kit. I also threw in a camera and a webcam. We were going to have some fun, indeed!

I couldn't stop thinking about Friday, but Tom wasn't thinking about it. I was pleased with my plans, knowing we would both have a good time, each in our own way. Tom was just busy as usual. Soon, I would be giving him something else to think about. Something much better.

When Friday morning came, I stopped him before he got in the shower. "After your shower I want you to come see me before you get dressed". He knew not to ask questions, and appeared before me 20 minutes later wearing only a towel. "I want you to put this on!" I handed him a little, stainless steel chastity lock. He said nothing, and had to fight his instant arousal to get the thing on. After locking it, I quickly grabbed the key. "OK, off to work with you!" and, off he went. Now I was sure he would be wishing the work day would pass quickly.

Having a pretty good idea about what I had in mind for him, he made sure not to work late. When he arrived home, I already had everything packed and ready to go. "I've already laid out your clothes. Go put them on." On the bed I left for him a rather plain set of T shirt and shorts, but hidden underneath he would be wearing a colorful little thong bikini underwear. Pretty soon, that's all he would be wearing. In the meantime, I ordered some takeout so we could have a quick meal before getting on the road. I didn't want to have to fuss, later, finding a place for dinner. Maybe we'd eat out tomorrow night, but for tonight I had other plans.

After dinner, we prepared to leave on our adventure. Tom asked "Where are we going?" "Don't you worry about that. I'll drive" I replied. Again, he knew to comply. When we got in the car, I handed Tom a "special" pair of sunglasses. On the outside, they looked like regular, wraparound sunglasses, but the insides of the lenses were sanded almost like frosted glass, making it impossible to see more than a few feet in front of him. They were, in effect, a blindfold that enabled you to see where you were walking but that was all. Discrete, but effective. "Put these on and don't ask questions", I commanded.

Even though the hotel was only 5 minutes from home, I got on the highway and drove around for over an hour. I didn't want Tom to know where we were going. This would keep him off balance and very excited. He truly had no idea where we were going, and he couldn't see anything. Were we going to the mountains? The beach? The airport? He would never find out exactly where we went.

When we arrived at the hotel, I parked in a quiet corner of the parking lot where no one was around. Then I produced a pair of handcuffs. I had to check in and pick up the room key, and I didn't want Tom removing his blindfold sunglasses and seeing where we were. I wanted him to think we were over an hour from home at some distant, unknown place, and not just 5 minutes down the road. "Put your hands behind your back" I instructed. After locking him, I left the car to go check in. "I'll be right back. Don't try to remove those glasses or you'll ruin everything". I was exaggerating, of course, but his excitement was palpable. I was back in a few minutes, and drove us over to our room. I removed his handcuffs discretely and gently led him over to our weekend suite.

Upon arriving at our room, I closed the curtains, including the blackout curtains, so that we would have complete privacy, and so that Tom wouldn't know where we were. I also removed all the hotel papers, menus and things that identified the hotel. We had four rooms, the bedroom, bathroom, kitchenette, and living room. It was perfect. I sat Tom on a chair and instructed him to leave his sunglasses on while I unpacked and prepared.

My evening would be spent quietly in the hotel lounge with a cup of tea, some sweets, and my new book. Tom's evening would be quite different. I replaced his sunglasses with a locking blindfold, which he would be wearing continuously until tomorrow. He looked so cute and vulnerable in his blindfold that I sat on his lap, and running my fingers through his hair, I kissed him intensely. While kissing, I moved his hand into my panties and motioned him onward. My orgasm came with my arms wrapped around him and our tongues intertwined. I'm sure he was really feeling the constraints of his chastity lock now.

I was quite satisfied so far, and now it was his turn to get his kind of attention. So, I got his "toys" together. I arranged nylon straps under the bed so I could tie him spread eagle style. I covered the bed with a shiny red "sex blanket" that was impenetrable to liquids. These sheets are great for sexy photos and video, and they keep the underlying bedding clean and dry, so we could have all the fun we wanted and not have to worry. I had him remove his outer clothes so that all he was wearing was his thong bikini, then I laid him on the bed and strapped down his arms and legs, tightening each one little by little until he was very tight and totally immobile, but not so tight that he lost any circulation. I test tickled him to make sure nothing was loose.

Satisfied that he was safely and securely fastened, I put a gag harness on him. The gag has a plug that fills his mouth and a panel that covers his lips, so he can't form any words. Ball gags are not as effective and they can hurt to wear after a while, so we prefer the panel-type gag. He wouldn't be able to say anything. Effectively gagged, he was now ready.

He needed to be worn down a little, so I spent a few long minutes tickling the bottoms of his feet. I then took a bottle of baby oil and began rubbing the oil over his entire body. While doing so, I told him my plans. "You will be my slave for the weekend. I'm going to leave you here for a few hours while I go do some reading. When I get back, well, you know what's going to happen." I said as I rubbed him with oil. "In the meantime, though, I'm going to take some pictures of you, and set up the webcam so I can keep an eye on you and post live video of your predicament online. Don't worry. No one will recognize that it's you. Let's see how many likes you can get!" Surprised and concerned about the webcam, he tried to talk through his gag, unsuccessfully. "Quiet, you!" I said. I knew he could hear the camera sounds as I clicked away, taking several photos at various angles.

Then I decided to tease him. "If at any point you want me to stop, you must use the safe word. Today's safe word will be 'crabcake'", I teased, giggling, knowing there would be no way for him to pronounce a safe word like that through his gag. He loved this kind of teasing, and so did I.

I positioned a portable adjustable lamp with a bright red spotlight so that it shined on him, and shut off all the other lights so that Tom's predicament was the only thing in view - a bright, red bondage scene surrounded by darkness, the perfect ambience. "I hope room service doesn't show up and find you like this while I'm gone! OK. See you later!" I let him hear the ding of the webcam turning on before I put earplugs in his ears. Now he wouldn't know when I (or anyone else for that matter) was coming or going. I knew this would be a thrill for him. I left the room, locking the door behind me and placing the "do not disturb" sign on the doorknob. He was right where he wanted to be, and so would I in a few minutes.

At the lounge, I ordered myself a cup of jasmine tea and delightful petit fours that looked as good as they tasted. I found a comfortable chair, and set myself up with my book, tea and snack for a relaxing evening. I switched on my tablet and connected to the webcam so I could keep an eye on Tom, being careful so no one else could see my screen. But the lounge was almost empty, so no worries there. Then I posted his live video feed online. It being a Friday evening, he quickly got several watchers. Satisfied with my work, I put my feet up and delved into my book.

The book I was reading was a horror sci-fi of all things! A couple of hours in, when the storyline took an unexpected romantic turn, it turned me on and got me thinking about Tom, so I thought I would have some fun. I quietly snuck back into the room, carefully positioning myself so I would be off camera. Then out of nowhere, I began to intensely tickle his feet. He didn't hear me coming and hadn't expected this, and strained under my tickling. His struggling turned me on even more, so I zoomed the webcam on his blindfolded and gagged face, then I repositioned myself so his strapped-down hand touched my uncovered crotch, being careful to stay off camera. He understood what he was supposed to do, and within a few minutes, I'd had my second orgasm of the day. This was turning out to be a fun evening, indeed.

After I cleaned up, I had a little more fun with Tom. First, I turned off the air conditioning, letting the room get warm. "Oh, let's cool you off" I proclaimed, "let's get those hot underwear off you." With a pair of scissors, I cut away Tom's little thong underwear, revealing his little chastity lock. He told me it's an awesome feeling getting aroused while wearing one, and I could tell he was enjoying the attention. As he lay their glistening in a combination of baby oil and sweat, I re-oiled his entire glistening, tightly bound body. I could tell he was ready to explode. I zoomed out the webcam to again to reveal the full view of Tom tied spread eagle, but now cock locked with his bikini removed. This generated several likes from women and men alike. Our portable flashlight has a strobe light built in, so I retrieved it and activated the strobe, animating the webcam view quite a bit. Tom really looked hot! He was going to be very popular tonight. Then, as quietly as I came into the room, I left it, returning to my book in the lounge, nicely satisfied and having given Tom something new to think about.

It was a hot evening in more ways than one, so in a fit of continuing self-indulgence, I ordered myself a scoop of vanilla ice cream, justifying that I would need some energy for later. It hit the spot. As the evening turned to night, I decided that it was time. Tom's occasional twitches and struggles on the webcam revealed that he was still enjoying himself. He appeared ready for what I had in store.

I returned to the room as quietly as I had done before. Wanting to stay off camera, I re-zoomed the webcam to show only his tightly gagged and blindfolded face. Tom first noticed my presence when I reached down to unlock his chastity cage and remove the cover, revealing his aroused cock. He was certainly ready. I reached over and removed his earplugs. "We're going to play a game" I said, speaking in a soft but commanding voice, "a classic, post-orgasm torture challenge. I'm going to try to bring you to orgasm, and you must try to resist. If you fail, and you're going to fail, then you will be punished with the most intense post orgasm torture I can deliver. I won't go easy on you, and it won't be over quickly! On top of that, if I think that you came too soon, I will start the torture as soon as you orgasm! We'll be doing this over and over again all weekend long, so we'd better get started!"

After hours of being tied tightly, tickled, and oiled, he was quite ready and his orgasm came quickly. So, as promised, I went right to work, over-stimulating his head as soon as his orgasm began. "Oh, that was far too soon!" I proclaimed. He writhed and buckled as I began my dirty work. "Mmmmmph!" he cried. "Oh, too bad for you! We've only just begun." "Mmmmmph!" With one arm under his leg, my arms encircled the leg with my hands centered at his crotch. There was no way he could get me off him. "Mmmmmph!" "Oh, come on! You love this." "Mmmmmph!" "Sorry, but this is what you wanted, so I have to do it. You asked for this. You wanted it, and I'm glad you're tied up, because now I can really give it to you like you wanted!" "Mmmmmph!"

"I love it when you struggle to talk through your gag" I laughed. "If it's too much, just use the safe word!" I chuckled. "Mmmmmph" was his reply. "Sorry, I didn't understand that. Oh, poor baby, you're in trouble! You know, I'm getting good at this!" "Mmmmmph!" "Oh, this is so much fun! It's always the best when you're gagged for this. Now I can just keep going just like you wanted! Nothing can stop me!"

Tormenting him, seeing him writhe in the fits and spells of this prolonged, hyper-intense orgasm was so exciting that it almost made me cum. I was really getting into this, and I started to understand why Tom loved this. Of all the different ways of lovemaking, for us, this is the most exciting and intense.

After a couple of minutes, he was still very sensitive, and I kept at it. "Here's the deal. I want you to agree to wear a speedo to the pool with me tomorrow." Then I turned up the post orgasm torment, and so did his flailing and tugging. "Mmmmmph!" "Oh you poor thing! I will ask you again in about a minute. When I do, all you have to do is nod your head in agreement." "Mmmmmph!"

After a short while, I asked again "Do you agree? He nodded yes. "Well that's better, but you took too long to respond, so we're going to continue this for a while!" "Mmmmmph!" " "You haven't used the safe word, so I'll just keep going like you wanted!" "Mmmmmph!" "Oh, you poor thing. I can't wait to see you in your Speedo tomorrow!" "Mmmmmph!"

After about 10 minutes of the most intense post orgasm torture I could muster, I finished working on Tom and cleaned myself up. I returned with a wet cloth and cleaned him while he was still tied up. "You'll be needing this" I said, as I replaced the cover on his chastity lock, leaving it locked on him for the night. Then I switched off the webcam. "I'm taking your gag off, but you are not allowed to say anything. The only thing you are allowed to do with your mouth is kiss me. And I'm not unlocking the blindfold. It stays on!" With that, I unlocked his hands and feet, took him to the bathroom, and gave him some water before going off to sleep.

"I give you permission to answer one question: How was that? I asked. "Awesome" he responded. Then I pulled his head towards mine and French kissed him until he almost passed out. I had to stop, because I was getting aroused yet again, but I was tired. "Good night, love."

We were both spent, and slept well. I didn't tell him that he got the most views on the website that night. Wait until he found out what I had in store for him tomorrow.