Please Come Back! (MF, SB, Voyeur, Dis, NC long)

It might be a few days before I can record the audio for this story, so I thought I’d share it here in text form.

I’m not an author by trade, so please forgive any spelling or grammar errors you spot.

However, I do ask that you don’t re-post this piece without getting explicit written consent from both Anna and myself. Since I believe in the vision and the people here;), I’ve granted full rights for its use to this site, but it is my story.

Without further Ado: Story Codes: M/f, SB, NC(?), Voyeur, Dis (Discovery - a new code I just made up:Þ) PLEASE COME BACK! By: TopBond (magiksreal(a t)) For: the

She took her frozen rope and second ice block out of the freezer. She had already measured the length multiple times and knew that the central ice block would take about 45 minutes to melt, especially since she’d turned down the heat in her home.

She ran a key along the short end of the rope and tied it to a ceiling hook. Then, she stripped into her punishment outfit: a PVC body-suit with completely exposed breasts and a crotchless design.

Next, she walked over to the punishment bench made by a friend. It resembled a saw-horse. She could bend lengthwise over it so that her breasts hung free while her legs spread apart, allowing the cool room air to caress her womanhood.

She set up the second ice block in the corner and ran another rope over the pulley, attaching her handcuffs to it before securing them to a post sticking out of her bondage equipment.

Then she took her release string and wove it between the fingers of her left hand so there was no chance of losing it during her session.

Bending forward, she let her breasts fall ahead and attached a nipple clamp to each one. To enhance her fantasy, she bought ones with heavy chains running from them. The clamps themselves weren’t very hard, but she needed to pull up until one fell off before freeing herself. It was her special form of torture: the constant swinging chain tugging on her nipples, followed by having to stand up to free herself.

She put on her blindfold next. Previously, some light sneaked through, so to fix this, she first taped soft gauze loosely over her closed eyes and then donned the blindfold, tying it just tight enough not to fall off during struggles. She followed with a large ring-gag… having worked up to a size larger than many women could accommodate, she was slightly proud of it.

To complete her sensory deprivation, she put on her Panasonic RP-HT355 headphones playing soft music.

Reaching back, she pulled the handcuffs off the post and affixed her left wrist into one cuff. She then attached the second cuff to her right wrist and immediately felt her arms being pulled up.

As the ice melted, the weight decreased; in truth, she could easily handle this light load, but the immediate pull combined with her feeling of helplessness caused her pussy to leak with renewed vigor. I know this because I watched her do it.

I first saw her forays into self-bondage a year ago. My wife had just left me (taking everything except her dog), so I was out back letting him relieve himself when, through the cracks in our 8-foot privacy fence, I noticed a light turn on. Then I saw what looked like a woman in tight self-bondage struggling with something. She lifted herself up and then the light went off.

I stood there for ten more minutes watching that light blink on and off… entranced by her humiliation. Though I wish I could claim greater restraint, I couldn’t help but masturbate while watching.

After a time, I began working on the fence itself. Finding loose boards in the corner near the bushes, I removed two from my side and hinged them together. This allowed me to open them like doors so I could enter her yard for closer observation.

I watched her for over a year until finally tonight when I just couldn’t hold back anymore. Watching through the window as she tied herself up, I masturbated to orgasm seeing her bend over and leave her dripping pussy on display… When she put on the headphones, I knew that night was the one.

I let myself into her garage; luckily no dog! The backyard door was open, so with any luck, the interior home door would be too. My luck held as I opened it and entered. Her home was modestly decorated but tastefully done. Carpeted floors muffled my approach toward the stereo. I turned up the volume a few notches to give her a hint that someone was watching.

I saw her freeze in her bonds for a moment, blushing all over as she began moving around more. Walking behind her, I realized she was severely dehydrated; the pussy juice leaking from her could water a small garden!

Unable to resist further, with the musky scent of pussy surrounding me and after over a year of this torture, I had to taste it. Placing a finger below her pussy, I dabbed my fingertip in the wetness on the bench. Bringing it to my lips… the only word for describing that flavor right then was honeysuckle.

I went around to the anchor point she’d set up in the ceiling; the block of ice had nearly melted and her freedom was a scant few inches away. I reached up and cut the rope with scissors found nearby. She felt the lack of weight and froze again. Watching, I saw her open her palm—apparently used to the ice falling off early. However, when no key came forth, she tugged at the rope which I held in my hand.

I let her tug a few times and then finally tugged back! Her body stiffened while I watched her inner conflict. Was someone there? It wasn’t possible! The rope was probably stuck together because the ice melted too early! But how did it tug back?

While watching this, I stripped off my clothes. I don’t have a world-record cock or anything, but 9 inches in length and 1½ in girth feels more than adequate if used properly. At that moment, my cock was stretching as though it would never get pussy again… which, when caught, probably wouldn’t happen… but damn this was worth it!

I walked to the ice-weight pulling her hands up and cut that rope free too, then pulled it back to a marble butcher’s block tying it to her leg. I tried moving it; it weighed about 250 pounds. I ensured enough slack so it wouldn’t hurt but also prevented her from standing!

I couldn’t hold off any longer; my cock threatened to explode, so I placed its head at the entrance of her mouth. This girl had a pretty severe ring gag in place, and I would JUST fit if I tried—and I wasn’t about to miss anything this woman offered. And I pushed my cock into her mouth. The feeling as she thrashed around trying to expel me with her tongue was too much. Ashamedly admitting it, I lost control after only five minutes of this and had the best orgasm of my life.

I expected her to spit it out onto the floor but didn’t miss her tentatively licking the ring. Was she licking her lips or tasting my cum? Then I looked at her nipples… she was into some kinky stuff—perhaps I should indulge her while waiting for another round.

Starting with caressing her body, I touched every inch of skin on her; by the time I returned to her pussy, she had very few secrets left.

I gave her a single swat on the rear… and noticed her pussy begin to leak.

Now I really started spanking her, with each blow her skin flushing deeper. By the time I was done, her pussy was absolutely dripping from excitement.

Kneeling down, I began licking up what I could find, even drifting over to give her a proper rim-job at her backside. Just as I thought she was on the verge of climaxing, I stopped.

Standing up, I looked at how this affected my cock. Positioning the tip right at her entrance, I pushed in slightly—only about an inch deep—but trying to push her over the edge, which she clearly knew! After a few minutes of this, I felt her lurch back once to take more of me.

Then I saw her body shudder.

I could tell she was wrestling with herself. Was she enjoying it?

Nearing the half-hour mark, she started thrusting backward actively and finally, I heard the first sound of the evening escape her lips… it almost sounded like “Please!”

I couldn’t hold back any longer; after all, a gentleman should always try to oblige his host!

I gave her the most severe fucking of my life. I wasn’t acting human anymore; I was an animal rutting with a bitch in heat, and neither of us complained. It felt like one continuous orgasm that seemed endless.

Her fists clenched as her body shook, her pussy clamping down on my cock and sending me into my own climax—a strength mere words can hardly describe.

I woke up sitting upright a few minutes later. Apparently, my orgasm was so intense I had passed out!

Looking up at her, I saw she was completely unconscious too.

Worried for her safety, I immediately checked her vitals: breathing and heart pumping… like me, she had just fainted.

I dressed quickly and decided that no matter the jail time it might bring, it was worth it. I placed the key into her pussy with the ring hanging out; it was tight enough to hold yet close enough for her to reach—I couldn’t think of another way to let her free herself.

Slipping out through the entrance I came in from, I dreamt about it over and over again.

Three days later, I remained a free man but went crazy waiting for something to happen.

Then that night, finally, something did.

I was letting the dog out when I saw her light turn on once more. She was tied to the window in a spread-eagle position and riding a wooden pony. There was some red stuff on her stomach.

I couldn’t resist… I had to see her again.

Letting myself into her backyard, I crept closer until I could read the words clearly. The inscription on her stomach read: “Please come back” What happened next is a story for another time… Feedback is appreciated