Now, I do notice the click. But hey, I’ve got her hand on my dick, and we’ve played this sort of thing before. I have a safeword, she has a safeword, and I don’t think it’s time for that sort of thing yet. So I go on kissing her, and she goes on threading the handcuffs through the back of the chair, and then she grabs my other hand and shoves it into the other cuff, so I’m firmly cuffed to the floor. And I’m thinking – I know it’s stupid, but I’m thinking, oh man, I am going to get seriously fucked here. And I’m incredibly excited. She only cuffs me if she’s really going to be driving me to my limits. I am almost jumping in the chair, I’m so ready for her.
She kisses me for a few more seconds, and then stands up. I give my hands a little tug – oh, yeah, I’m secure, and I wiggle a bit, just to show her I can. She grins at me, and then slowly turns and wiggles her butt at me. It’s pure torture. I try jumping the chair a bit closer, and she shakes her head at me. Screw you, she says. Laugh at me because of this? Well, I tell you what. I’m going up in that swing, and I’m going to fuck myself up there with this thing, and you’re just gonna watch. That’s it. Nothing more, loverboy. And you’re not even gonna be able to touch yourself now to get off. You’re just going to have to watch and watch and watch as I get off. Funny, huh?
Now, of course, what I really want her to do is sit on me, even with that damn strap-on, and ride me hard. Or kneel down in front of me and give me a blowjob. Or something. I want her hands all over me. Of course, I’m too dumb to say this. I just say, hey, don’t you think we should have a doctor check out that crazy glue?
Yeah, I mean, I thought it was a medically good idea too. She just turns and wiggles her butt at me. Oh, we can play doctor later, she says, as she saunters over to the swing.
I’m telling you, I forgot I was in that chair. I tried to get up and follow her, and of course I got slammed back down. I was a bit worried – usually I help get her into the thing, and I wasn’t sure she could do it herself with any safety, but I guess we’d been using it enough that she had no problems. She put herself in so that her breasts were hanging down, and as she got in, one little nipple popped out, looking unbelievably tasty. I started moving my chair forward again. I had to have that nipple.
As I did so, I noticed something about that strap-on. It was one of those double-ended ones, see, with a part that she could insert inside her. Now, given the way she had it glued to her, she couldn’t actually get it inside – not without getting a lot more limber, and she’s shaking her head at me even now for saying that. But what she could do, see, is rub the edge against her clit. In fact, she was already doing that naturally. I could tell, just from her expression. That wasn’t just turned on, that was totally stimulated. And, as she started to pull herself up, I could see, through the straps, that long black dildo working against her, and actually see how wet she was. So there she is, up there, suspended about six feet from the ceiling, and I’m there, moving my chair under her, begging her to come down a bit so I can at least get a taste of the nipple. She just smiles at me, and then manages to pull one hand down around to her clit. Let me tell you, I’ve been in that thing, and that’s a lot harder than it looks. She must have been getting really horny. So she reaches her hand down and over and grabs the dildo and begins moving it back and forth a little -
Are you OK?
OK. Just sounded like you were having breathing problems or something.
Yeah, I can go on.
So anyway, she reaches for the dildo, and she moves it a bit, but she’s forgotten something – the damn thing’s still glued on. OK, technically it’s only the straps, not the actual dildos, but they aren’t all that mobile at the moment. I can see it’s frustrating her. She gives up on the dildos, and instead, starts using her hand to start playing with her clit. I’m right under her, and I can tell you, it’s an incredible sight, watching her play with herself, watching her start to moan and wiggle, watching those lovely fingers move up and down, fast, slow, up, down – I’m literally going crazy. My dick’s so hard it’s actually purple.
God, honey, I moan. I don’t think I’m going to be able to take this any more, I say. You’re going to have to come down and suck me. I’m not even sure she hears me. She’s just there, taking care of herself, breaking hard, moving her fingers in and out of herself, starting with one finger, then two, slipping them in and out, hard, and then rubbing them against her clit. I can see that she’s making this one of her long sessions, drawing this out the way she likes to do when she’s torturing me, and God, it’s working. I want her, desperately. I mean, I’m literally bouncing in this chair, which is not really a good thing, because my wrists keep hitting the handcuffs, you know, so I finally force myself to stop bouncing, and just sit back and watch. It’s one beautiful sight, watching her up there, her eyes closed, her hand moving, her body continuing to move with her rhythm, swaying back and forth in the swing. And that’s when the problem starts.
Yeah, problem. This is why I’m on the phone, remember? Here’s the thing. As she’s touching herself, she starts to come. And I can tell that for her, this is going to be a big one. Maybe because of the pain from the strap-on; maybe because I’m down here, telling her how incredibly hot she is while she’s doing this, how much she’s torturing me, how much I want her to come down here and suck my balls off or ride me, do something with me, and I know – I just know – that she’s going to have to do this soon, because, I’m not kidding, there’s a good chance of me getting a heart attack watching this if I can’t touch myself and if she’s not touching me. I know this has to be making her more intense, because I can tell you, I’ve been watching her come for years now, and I know the major orgasms when I see them. This was one of them.
She came, hanging up there in the swing, and – I swear to God – her body actually started to shake while the orgasm was running through her. I mean she’s bucking up there, her hips gyrating as she comes, and she’s shaking hard enough that she actually flips over in the swing. Worse, she releases the rope that allows her to go up and down, so it goes flying - literally flying up and around and around and ends up circling her. I barely even notice. The sight of her breasts quivering during this – and then suddenly the sight of that hot ass flipping around so that its dangling down, right over me, where I could almost touch it if she was just a bit lower – well, let’s say that I was a bit distracted. All I could do was watch that ass as it continued to quiver above me, until finally it stopped moving, and she just hung above me, panting. I could just see her sex peeping through, and it was enough to make me almost come, right there.
And as she’s hanging there, she says, fuck. I think I’m stuck. And I’m looking up at her, still hard and say, what? And she says again, I think I’m stuck. So I look up at her.
Now, usually we follow the instructions, and leave that rope attached to the wall, so this sort of thing doesn’t happen, but this time, we’ve both been so involved in what’s been happening that we totally forget about this part. Which is a problem.
Christ, she repeats. Neil, I’m stuck.
And I’m like, what do you mean you’re stuck? And she says, well, I’m stuck.
And that’s when I notice it – the rope has twisted around her. And with each arm in a strap of the swing, and her torso supported by another strap, and her two legs caught in a strap – well, at this point, she’s not very mobile, especially since the rope that would give her more mobility is also wrapped around her. She can’t loosen herself, she can’t lower herself, she can’t even move me. She’s just hung there, suspended from the ceiling, with a strap-on superglued to her. And I’m here handcuffed to the chair, right below her, unable to move, looking up right at that incredible ass.