Stephanie's Submission

Part 7 – Hogtied

By Rilawild

Thursday and Friday followed a similar pattern to Wednesday. Stephanie was awoken each morning by a masturbation session. Then naked, she would make breakfast for the two of them. She still felt self-conscious to be walking around his house in the nude and especially when she was doing mundane activities like brewing coffee and making toast.

Once breakfast was over, Jim would pick out her clothes for the day but she would only be allowed to dress just before he drove her to work.

During the day, Stephanie spent her time intensely aroused but didn’t give in and masturbate. She even found herself working harder than usual in order to try and keep her mind off her burning pussy.

After work, Jim picked her up and when they reached his house she would strip naked again. Their evenings were spent with Stephanie alternating between finding herself being aroused, practising fellatio and performing submissive acts for him, most of which had some portion filmed as he continued to add footage to her tape. Finally she’d be put in the familiar bondage on her bed, where once more Jim would work her to a frenzy before leaving her to try to get to sleep.

By Saturday morning, Stephanie could see the light at the end of the tunnel and was sure that she’d succeed with their bet and would get the incriminating tape. She’d woken before Jim came to unbind her, perhaps it was her excitement at finally being allowed to orgasm, or maybe Jim was having a lay-in. There was no clock so she didn’t know what time it was.

Even though Jim hadn’t woken her using caresses, her labia were wet and swollen. She needed to be touched. She needed to cum, but there was no chance of that until she was untied.

‘Oh sir, you’ve got to let me cum when you touch me this morning. I’ve made it to Saturday and kept to our agreement, I’ve shown control, haven’t I?’

She thought through everything that she could say to Jim, every argument she could present, to be allowed her much needed orgasm. As she contemplated she tried to squeeze her legs together, she needed to get some relief, but her bound ankles wouldn’t budge – Jim had known what he was doing when he fastened her here.

Stephanie’s mind continued to swim and she only succeeding in fuelling her excitement. She found her thoughts returning to the last few days and she laughed to herself when she thought of her naivety. It had taken her until Thursday to realise that Jim hadn’t been to the restaurant all week.

“Sir, may I ask a question?” She’d been nervous. She’d bared her soul to him but she knew little about his life. “When do you work at the restaurant?”

She’d been wondering why he wasn’t away working each evening. Part of her wanted him to have resigned or to have been sacked so that she could spend time with him each evening; another part of her fearing that he was perhaps just on vacation and would return to work the next week, ending their game; yet another part thought that she ought to be returning to her old life or at least slowing down the roller-coaster ride of this new exciting one and that Jim working each evening might allow that.

He’d just laughed at first and reached out to caress her naked breast, lightly tweaking her sensitive nipple.

“Oh you lovely little sub, I can just see the conflict in your eyes.”

Stephanie hadn’t realised that she was that obvious, that the quiver in her voice would give away so much.

“Don’t worry, I have plenty of time for you and your lessons.” Jim had reached up and tickled her behind her ear. “I don’t work in the restaurant. On the contrary, I own it. I was filling in the night you played your naughty little game ’cause of staff illness.”

After that he’d tested how she was coming (or not as the case may be) along with her control lessons. When he’d used a vibrator to expertly tease her, he’d told her how pleased he was with her, that she was making excellent progress and that just a few days earlier she wouldn’t have been able hold out this long. Stephanie’s brow had furrowed and her face screwed up, she couldn’t have answered him because her teeth were gritted through her concentration.

Afterwards, he’d told her she had done so well that she’d earned some clothes for Friday evening. Her heart had leapt, and she’d been embarrassed to realise that it wasn’t that she’d be clothed, no it was his praise that had brought the warm feeling to her belly.

She’d been so happy that she hadn’t thought twice about obeying when he’d begun to put her through her position exercises again, only this time in front of the camera.

Stephanie remembered how she hadn’t complained the next morning when the skirt he’d given her was shorter than she’d ever worn to work before, and the blouse was a sexy thin one she normally only wore on nights out. She hadn’t complained because she’d remembered his promise that she’d get to wear them that evening as well.

She’d felt self conscious at work. The skirt was way too short to wear without the confidence that panties brought and the blouse was much too thin to wear without a bra. In fact she’d bought it precisely because it was thin and slightly sheer; it would show off a hint of her lacy bras and camisoles, it gave her a thrill to know that everyone could admire her lingerie. Without a bra though, she’d known that her dark and hard nipples were visible. The only comments she’d had though from her colleagues were compliments that she looked very nice and questions about whether she had a new boyfriend that she was dressing up to impress.

Embarrassed as she’d felt to be wearing those clothes to work, she’d known that other women there often wore more revealing or tighter clothes.

Her hopes had been dashed when they got back after work on Friday and he’d told her to strip as usual.

“But sir,” she’d stammered. “You promised me clothes this evening,” she’d questioned even as she’d removed her blouse.

“Now now,” he admonished, “you didn’t really think you’d be wearing your frumpy work clothes did you? No, I have something much more sexy for you.”

Jim had led her into the living room and presented her with a collection of silky and lacy material and a pair of, what looked to her, very high heels. When she’d sorted through the clothes her heart had fallen as she’d realised that it only consisted of what looked like a corset and accessories. This was confirmed as he’d helped her to dress.

The corset hadn’t been so much to shrink her waist; it simply accentuated her naked breasts and highlighted that she wore no panties, especially when her pubic triangle had been framed by suspenders and stockings. Stephanie had found it extremely difficult to stand in the five inch heels he’d buckled onto her feet. A pair of lace gloves had encased her hands and forearms. Finally he’d placed a black velvet choker around her neck.

“Well don’t you look lovely?” He’d admired her as she stood there.

Stephanie had thought it was embarrassing to be naked in front of a dressed man, but it had been worse to be only wearing that skimpy lingerie. She’d felt more exposed than when she had been naked. Her pussy and breasts were completely uncovered and she’d known that they would draw anyone’s attention, that her ‘clothes’ had just made their nakedness more obvious.

Then he’d introduced her to the hogtie.

She had been a little anxious when he’d produced the ball-gag. She’d seen gags before, but had never worn one. He’d coaxed her to accept it, telling her how beautiful gagged women looked, and how wonderful it would be for her to wear it for him. All the while he’d stroked her exposed pussy – she was so used to him touching her by then that she didn’t think twice about opening her legs to allow him access. Eventually he’d brought the red ball up to her lips. Then with a practised ease he’d applied a little extra pressure to her clitoris and as she’d gasped he’d gently pulled down on her chin with his other hand had pushed the ball into her mouth. Stephanie’s eyes had widened and she’d stared at Jim but hadn’t baulked. Her jaw had opened wide and the shiny red ball had slipped behind her teeth; the strain in her jaw had lessened slightly as she’d been able to close her mouth around the ball. He’d pulled the straps behind her head and had fastened the gag in place.

Then he’d helped her to her feet. Stephanie had been still uncomfortable in the heels and had needed his assistance to stand and get her legs far enough apart to please him.

Jim had taken a length of rope, doubled it and wrapped it around her waist over the corset. He’d threaded the ends through the loop in the centre, pulled the rope tight around her waist and had allowed the ends to hang down in front of her. Stephanie had felt nervous as he’d guided her to lay down on her front on top of the low coffee-table. He’d taken the ends of the rope and pulled them up snugly against her bare vagina, spreading her labia to allow the lines to lay in her furrow. She’d been able to feel the ends being threaded behind her waist rope.

Stephanie had read about crotch ropes but had never worn one before then and she’d felt both very excited and very nervous about her position.

“Give me your hands,” Jim had said. Stephanie, having had an idea what was coming, did as she’d been told. He’d taken each wrist in turn and buckled on her cuffs. Then he’d clipped the cuffs together behind her back.

He’d followed this by fastening another pair of cuffs to her ankles and then connecting them too.

Stephanie had been a little concerned as she’d felt a pull on the crotch rope as he’d done something with the ends of the rope and her wrist cuffs. He’d fussed at her bound wrists and then at her connected feet. Then with a pull she’d felt a tug on both her wrists and ankles and more importantly to her she’d felt the rope squeeze tightly against her pussy.

Stephanie had grunted into her gag as Jim had used the length of rope to draw her ankles up towards her wrists. She’d felt her freedom of movement begin to be restricted more and more as her body had begun to arch. Her shoulders had begun to ache and she’d known that they’d be screaming at her for release soon afterwards. Her knees had bent more and she’d thought she couldn’t take any more, but another tug and her body had obeyed. Jim hadn’t finished there though; her hands and feet had got another four inches closer together before he’d tied off the rope.

She’d been glad that the rope at her crotch must have been tied off at her wrists because as he’d tugged, the pressure on her cunt hadn’t cut her in two – though as her body arched and her hands were drawn up away from her bottom the crotch rope had dug in and rubbed more and more. Stephanie had felt the rope sliding against her wet flesh and to her shame she’d known that she’d been trying to buck against her bounds to get more friction against the rope.

Jim had then moved onto her long hair. He’d put it into a ponytail and Stephanie had felt him plaiting her hair. She’d only realised that he’d plaited a cord into her hair when he’d pulled on it, lifting her head. He’d fastened it off at her wrists leaving her with her head pulled back painfully.

Stephanie had though that her bondage was complete, after all what else could he have done she’d thought to herself. She’d been wrong of course and in a few moment she’d felt him fastening cuffs just below her knees and then push her knees apart. Finally he’d attached a bar between the cuffs that had stopped her from closing her knees.

Her muscles had begun to ache as she’d lain bound and gagged on the table. Jim, as she’d dreaded but expected, had picked up the video camera and begun to film her in her humiliating and helpless position. Her body had been bent into a painful bow. Her hair had forced her to look ahead and meant that she’d been unable to hide her gagged face from Jim’s view as he’d brought the camera in for a close-up.

As he’d stepped around her, Stephanie had known that her widespread legs meant that her open pussy was only covered by the thin rope and that her crotch had been visibly wet. Even worse, she’d known that she’d been enjoying it far too much. Whilst she hadn’t had any ability to move her body, there’d been just enough flex in her hands and feet that allowed her to stretch and rhythmically pull on the crotch rope. Stephanie had known that it would be obvious to Jim and anyone who watched the tape that she’d been trying to masturbate herself in her bondage.

Stephanie remembered how she’d been desperate to cum at that moment and if only there’d been just a little more slack she was sure that she’d have been able to bring herself off.

The ache throughout her body had quickly become an insistent pain and she’d realised that she’d been screwing her eyes closed when she’d felt Jim unfastening her gag.

“Good girl, now let me just take out this nasty gag,” he’d said

Pain had stabbed through her jaw as he’d helped her open it just a little wider to allow him to extract the ball. Stephanie had tried to say “Thank you”, but what had come out was unintelligible.

Jim had stroked her face for a few moments and had looked deeply into her eyes.

“You look so beautiful, bound in your sexy lingerie, that I need some relief. I’d fuck you if I thought that you’d be able to hold off from cumming, but I know that you couldn’t right now, could you?” Stephanie had tried to wiggle her head in answer. “No you couldn’t. And I did promise that I wouldn’t make you cum, didn’t I?” He’d then reached under her to caress her breasts. Her bent position meant that her chest had been lifted slightly from the table giving him access to her tits.

“So, what are we to do?” He’d asked the question, even though both of them had known the answer. “I know, we could see how your blow-job technique is coming along.” He’d said it as if it were a sudden revelation, that the possibility had only just occurred to him. Stephanie had realised though that he must have been thinking about it all that evening and that was why she had been bound on the coffee table and not the floor.

Jim had positioned himself in-front of her and with practised ease he’d slipped his cock into her mouth.

“Now then slut, show me how much you appreciate me giving you these lessons. Show me how much you’ve learned.”

And Stephanie had done so. She’d put everything she had into pleasing him with her mouth and tongue. He had had to do a lot of the work though since she couldn’t move her head much. He’s stroked his cock in and out of her mouth as she’d worked it with her tongue and lips. His hands gently caressed her hair and taut shoulders.

“You’ve been practising overcoming your gag reflex. Lets see how far you’ve come.” With that he had pushed himself towards the back of her mouth with a deeper stroke than he’d done so far. With her head pulled back her throat had been more in line with her mouth. Jim had pushed a little harder and then Stephanie had found herself trying to swallow to avoid gagging. Suddenly the head of his cock had entered her throat.

“Excellent!” Jim had shouted with pleasure and triumph. Stephanie had been amazed that she’d done it and had felt a glow of pride suffuse her. He’d begun to fuck her face and Stephanie had taken it in her stride. He’d managed to push his cock into her throat a few more times. On the final time he’d instructed her to try to swallow again and as she had, her throat muscles massaged his penis and he had been able to hold back no longer. He’d spurted his cum directly into her throat. As he’d softened she’d licked and gently sucked him to get the last few drops of cum.

“Very good. I am very pleased with you.” Jim had lightly patted her face and hair and smiled down at her as she’d looked up at him.

He’d then undone the hogtie and had allowed her to relax her strained muscles. He’d kept her hands fastened behind her though. She’d been desperate to cum and as much as her pussy throbbed her insistence Stephanie had been glad that she hadn’t been able to touch herself. She’d not wanted to lose their bet at the last minute, especially after everything she’d been through.

So she’d remained kneeling besides him for the rest of that evening. And now here she was laying bound in her bed waiting for him to come, release her and at last let her have her long denied orgasm.