A Surprise Evening of Bondage and Discovery

It was the first Sunday of June in 2010. My girlfriend and I are both bisexual and enjoy a poly relationship, though it can be tricky since not everyone we date is quite as understanding as we’d like—men especially seem less so than women. We had just gotten a new female roommate (RM) about a week prior. She found a guy on Craigslist who wanted to hook up with the two of us, so naturally they met him at a Mexican restaurant up on “The Drag” (the stretch of Guadalupe Street most popular with UT students).

Since I was home alone, I decided to do some selfbondage and play a game I hadn’t tried with my GF since February. I tied myself inescapably until she and the RM returned to release me—or keep me bound if they chose. The surprise? They came back to find me helpless at their mercy.

My friend from San Antonio had given me a lovely emerald green gown with translucent sleeves and fancy beadwork, while each girl bought champagne-colored high heel sandals. I attached nylon ankle cuffs to a 36-inch (92cm) spreader bar; one cuff used an SRD (Special Ring Device). This was because I slid a T-pipe [9 by 5 inch (23 X 13cm)] over the end of a 36-inch (92cm) wooden dowel to hold a 7-inch (18cm) jel sleeve dildo. That “dick on a stick” (DOS) stood at 37 inches (94cm) total. Once inserted, I wouldn’t be able to reach either ankle cuff.

I dressed and assembled the rest of what I needed in the living room on a bookshelf shelf. A steel ring slid down to my penis base, followed by a plastic ring just behind the head. Both had a 1 & 1/4 inch (33mm) outside diameter and a 27mm inside diameter. Then I crammed a blue hand ball into my mouth using a head harness trainer to keep it in place, which also ensured my chestnut-colored bob wig wouldn’t shift no matter what.

I attached my right ankle to the spreader bar and cuffed my left ankle via the rope running through the SRD. A condom went over the jel-do shaft so I’d have less cleaning up later, along with extra lube. Slowly inserting the DOS halfway in, I worked it back and forth a few times. With the head still inside, I stuck the stick’s base into the bottom of the inverted T-pipe. As I moved the T-pipe toward the center of the spreader bar, the jel-do eased all the way in. Having that hard cock inside made me feel wonderfully feminine.

For good measure, I added clover clamps to my nipples, with chains hanging out from under the gown’s cleavage. Then came a nearly matching pair of green Playtex gloves reaching halfway up my elbows. Pulling the draw end of the SRD slowly brought my ankles 30 inches (76cm) apart—about as far as possible given the spreader bar behind them. At this point, escape was impossible since I couldn’t reach either ankle anymore. To be certain and complete my helplessness, I snapped black matte handcuffs on behind my back with keyholes facing up; their keys sat high on a shelf of the knick-knack stand by the front door.

The 3 & 1/2 inch (9cm) Lane Bryant heels were comfortable initially, but that comfort faded as my feet stayed spread. Before an hour passed, my calves began to ache, and I still had no idea how long it would be before the girls returned home.

Sitting was impossible, lying down risky without falling over—a fall in this position would obviously hurt. So I side-shuffled into the hall, bracing one foot against a wall while leaning my face against the opposite side for support.

My cell phone rang several times from the back bedroom; I could hear it but couldn’t answer even if I wanted to. Shortly after the last ring, they arrived home laughing and chatting outside our door as they searched for their keys. Scurrying into the middle of the living room facing forward, my GF cried “OMG” upon opening the door while the RM burst out laughing. She’d seen me in various fem attire before but never fully dolled up like this—decked out and bound tight.

The real surprise that evening was mine—and Hugh’s! Oh yes, they had been trying to call earlier so I knew they were bringing their dinner date home for some fun. Surprise!

Though none of us knew exactly what Hugh’s orientation was, I appeared passable enough for him to think “LoRee” (as introduced) was a crazy kinky female. LoRee’s surprise didn’t seem to bother him at all. My GF pinched my ear painfully and whispered loudly, “You’re going to pay for this embarrassment you little bitch.”

It seemed clear the three of them had been drinking—though how much remained unclear—and I began to worry.

GF turned to Hugh: “LoRee’s been a very naughty girl who needs punishment.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she asked, “Could you help us honey?” Shuddering at his lips curling into an evil grin, he replied, “Course I can baby, anything to help out two cuties like you.”

I was screwed.

Pushed off balance into Hugh’s arms while GF said, “Take care of her for a minute; we’ll be right back,” I wondered what drink fueled him because his breath stank. He groped my backside then kissed and sucked on my neck—a delightful sensation despite the stage being both humiliating and frighteningly strange to play with such an intoxicated stranger like this caused swelling so that rings dug into tender flesh as intended.

He stroked my hair while I physically quivered, saying softly: “Don’t worry none sweetie, we gonna take care of you.” Wincing at his words because he discovered the nipple clamp chain and slowly pulled down on it whilst kissing/sucking elsewhere… The girls barreled back in with more toys. RM located handcuff keys then swapped them for padded leather bondage mitts featuring locking straps.

GF took a couple minutes figuring things out before removing one ankle cuff plus taking off my DOS from the T-pipe—but leaving me ass-deep! My loose ankle got fastened again to spreader bar forcing knees down against couch heels. D-rings ends mitten hands locked around bars; DOS wedged beneath seat base.

A coarse line threaded loosely through ring near dick head before being pulled taut underneath tying off at DOS’s bottom resulting screams excruciating pain! Any trace manhood effectively hidden gorgeous emerald gown covers entire exposing shoulders downward entirely hairless save small pubic tuft natural A-cup breasts though beautiful beaded dress now covering whole head means seeing nothing happening around/before eyesight blocked completely.

Crying helplessly into gag feeling severe strain nipple clamp chain repeatedly pulled painfully taut trio alternate running Wertenburg Wheel across nipples scourg exposed chest abdomen stingy leather cat writhing thrashing crying unable escape torture seemed hours finally dress pulled back exposing head everyone naked meantime RM masturbating cock GF removing gag pulling away couch hungry aching whore mouth eagerly impaled throbbing cock gripping behind trying kill fucking throat deep hard meanwhile girl worked jel-do ass unsure ejaculated

I actually know I had a few intense orgasms, ones that haven’t happened in years. He pressed my head firmly against his pelvis while he finished inside my throat. It was almost enough to make me faint, but the feeling of his cum streaming down my esophagus was wonderfully painful.

Afterward, when he pulled his cock out, I sounded like an asthmatic mess, wheezing awkwardly. He then bent over, holding my face in both hands and gave me a deep, long, tender kiss. Heaven on earth. Goosebumps ran all over me, reaching down to my soul; it was such a surprise that caught me off guard. BLAM! Just like thunder, he slapped me hard across the face with his hand. My head spun from the heavy mix of embarrassment and emotional shock. The whole room erupted in laughter at my expense. I collapsed back into numbness. Lying there whimpering, soaking up the euphoria of total humiliation as the group walked down the hall toward the back bedroom. I stayed there for a long time, shaking and crying, listening to their pleasurable sounds drifting from afar.

My girlfriend returned after some time with some rope. She helped me onto my knees and wrapped more than a dozen tight coils around my body, binding my arms securely against my sides. She inserted the butt plug into me and reattached the head harness, swapping out the ball for a sock rolled up and soaked in urine. Hugh was going to stay over, she said, kissing my forehead gently. “Be a good girl now; maybe we’ll play with you again tomorrow morning. Good night, sweetheart.” She laid me on my stomach and left. I drifted off to sleep feeling more satisfied than I have in over ten years.