"Bend over."
As ever Her voice brooked no argument. Teetering precariously in the 6 inch heels She had locked to my ankles earlier and feeling very self conscious as the tiny rubber skirt of the maid's outfit rose up, exposing my rear I did my best to obey. The spreader fastened between my thighs made it more difficult, forcing my ankles about 18 inches apart while the cuffs & chain holding my wrists kept them uselessly no more that a foot in front of me - fine for ironing, not so good for bending.
With difficulty I managed to bend over the ironing board, backside exposed and the elastic straps of my suspender belt pulling tight against the flesh of my thighs. My face flushed with a mixture of anticipation and embarrassment as She ran Her hand gently over each naked buttock, remarking on just how vulnerable I was and reminding me of just why I was in this position in the first place. It was, as it usually is, my own fault. I'd stupidly made some throwaway comment about a news article I'd read discussing how restrictive Woman's fashion can be in daily life. She of course seized on it... "If you think it's easy, let's see how you cope"... and so I found myself a week later, in heels, stockings, tiny dress and quite completely reformed!
"So... how have you found your week in woman's clothing? Changed your tune yet?"
I nodded and agreed instantly, and it was true. It did make me feel vulnerable... and the heels... oh god, the heels. Never again would I complain when a Woman needed to rest Her feet!
"Good.. but we're not done yet. You see, the clothing is just part of the problem. You men seem to think we exist to please you. You toy with us. You make us squirm, writhe and moan. You tease us, torment us and force our bodies to respond, over and over. Yet you.. you just please yourself, roll over and go to sleep. Not tonight. Tonight you are going to learn just what it's like to experience forced orgasms, to have control of your body torn away and be turned into a helpless puppet, dancing on the end of someone else's' string."
I opened my mouth to reply, only for Her to stuff it full of a foul-tasting rubber gag.
"No. You get no say tonight. You'll have no more voice than we do. You can say no, I'll understand you despite the gag, but if you do there will be no sex for the next 6 months. And I mean none. That chastity device between your legs will stay there, 24/7 for the next 6 months solid. No masturbation. No teasing. No orgasm. NOTHING."
With that I felt Her slide the plug deep into me. It hurt as it stretched me and I found myself wondering if that's what She felt when I entered Her. The burning, the stretching, the pain... and the pleasure as the muscles relaxed allowing the plug to violate me, almost welcoming the penetration and the tingling burst of pleasure it brought. My mind was spinning...
She jerked the chain holding my wrists, pulling me upright.
"To the table. Quickly."
I tried to move as quickly as I could be the heels and spreader made any movement awkward. I took a step, stopped, and almost collapsed in shock as the plug moved inside me. I could feel it, wriggling, pressing, poking with every movement. Sensations exploding inside my body and in my brain that I'd never felt before. Her crop exploded off the back of my thighs, painfully reminding me to hurry up. I struggled over to the sturdy table, dismayed to find She had already rigged it.
Chains hung from the four legs and a rubber-covered cushion sat in the middle. She unlocked the chain from my wrists and removed the spreader from my thighs, briefly allowing my legs to close and some respite for my agonised calf's.
"Undress. Everything. And quickly."
Hastily I complied, rubber dress, heels, stockings, suspender belt all fell to the floor and were quickly put into the box under the table. I was naked, save for the plug in my backside and the gag between my lips.
"Up on the table. Back on the cushion, so your hips are raised."
I did exactly as She said, thinking as I did so of just how often I'd put Her in the same position on the bed. It wasn't till She began securing my arms and legs that I realized just how helpless, how vulnerable, now naked She must have felt tied on that bed, exposed to my every whim. She must have seen it in my eyes because She smiled as she tightened the last chain, pulling me taught and completely immobilizing me.
"Yes... you're staring to see now. But you know what's next..."
My world went dark, then silent as She slipped the blindfold and earmuffs onto my head. Panic filled me. I couldn't move, speak hear or see. I was helpless, naked and exposed to anything... then a bust of pain hit me like a truck.
The plug was pulled out.
Seconds later I felt something else moving, wriggling, pressing inside me. It began to curl slowly back and forth, pressing and stroking. My hips started to jerk and wriggle involuntarily. My breathing became fast, heavy, ragged. In minutes my muscles were twitching, I was gasping and moaning.. totally helpless as I lost control over my body. I thrashed against the chains, moaning incoherently into the gag but She wouldn't stop. She just kept on stroking, pressing, teasing and forcing me to respond. I tried and tried to stop it but I couldn't. It was reflexive, involuntary... orgasmic.
Orgasmic. The truth exploded in my mind like a bomb. This is what forced orgasms feel like. Tears were running down my cheeks behind the blindfold. Sweat glistened all over my writhing body. My mind was flooded with endorphins, foggy, lost, unable to focus. And still the orgasms came.
One after another they beat on my like waves on the shore. Grinding my resistance down into sand and washing it away. I stopped fighting without even knowing it. My mind surrendered to the humiliation and loss of control. I began to beg... to mutter, to curse as each wave of pleasure battered me.
It felt like an eternity... but it stopped. Slowly reality returned. I felt Her tongue on my nipples. He teeth. Her hands releasing the gag. Her body tight against mine. Her tongue penetrating my mouth. Her cock penetrating my ass.
I scarcely realized it at first it was so subtle. So gentle. So normal. She began to thrust. I began to moan and lift my hips to meet Her. I wanted Her, deep inside me. I wanted to be taken, used, fucked.
"Fuck me please.. fuck me hard"
I heard the words, my voice...
She smiled....
