Not quite self-service but still bondage

I spent yesterday with a close friend of mine who is into being the dominant one. She had me dressed up fully in cross-dressing attire, using water-filled balloons to give my chest some serious volume. After that, she put me in a maid’s uniform and set me to work both inside and outside her place. Fortunately, her neighborhood isn’t crowded with just a few neighbors nearby since it was around noon.

The toughest part was when she locked a slave collar onto me, attached to a 6 or 7-foot chain that she held firmly the entire time. Whenever I didn’t do something exactly right, she gave the chain a tug to grab my attention. And wouldn’t you know it, one of her neighbors happened to be moving house yesterday. I was out there cleaning lawn furniture and other items for about an hour and a half while movers and neighbors kept coming in and out, staring at me the whole time. At least I hope never to see them again.

Once I finished outside, she stripped me down to just my bra and panties, rubbed baby oil all over me, and hogtied me inside her bathtub. She told me I had 20 minutes to escape the tub or face punishment. Well, with how tightly bound and slicked up I was, there was no way out.

My friend kept her word. She took me downstairs where she tied my hands to a ceiling hook so that I stood upright for most of it. Then came the 25 plastic clothespins across my body—I actually had to count them as they were being applied. After that, she left me alone in there for anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour, and soon enough, my muscles started screaming.

She removed the pins using a riding crop (which I absolutely despise) before switching over to whipping me with a cat-o’-nine-tails style whip featuring several leather strands. She made me count out 50 strikes across my body. Although I was in quite a bit of pain, she knows how turned on it leaves me afterward. All the while, I kept thinking that once this ordeal ended, she would reward me with some fun.

But being the dom she is, after finishing up her work, all she did was tie my wrists to my ankles and leave me lying on the floor for several hours more. She went upstairs saying that if she felt my punishment had been sufficient, she might let me go eventually.

About halfway through this final phase, she came back down the stairs and informed me that part of my penalty meant I couldn’t receive any pleasure from her—I’d have to handle it myself. So I did just that in the best way possible and climaxed all over her floor. Despite us both having a good time, I had to head home afterward. When she saw what I’d done to her flooring (not sure exactly what she was expecting), she remarked that my next day off would be even tougher.

CAN’T WAIT FOR THE WEEKEND:D