I (F) Masturbated in My Sisters Wedding Dress – Part 5

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Before you read this, you might want to read the other four parts in this ongoing saga, you can discover them pinned at the top of my user account. They get rather long, but I think they’re worth sticking it out for the pay off at the end.

Sunday afternoons are when my family’s religion usually insists we all gather at church and remember that God is great and stuff. Personally, I like to take this moment to offer myself to a different sort of god…a more hedonistic one.

This idea came to me while heading home from a slightly boozy brunch with my mother. An hour of hearing her blather on about her friends is enough for my brain to slip into that freewheeling innovative head space that produces all the best ideas.

I had seen a gif a few days earlier of a woman tied to a chair, arms above her head, her legs spread high and wide. She’s wearing a balaclava, bra and heels. A man is holding a vibrator to her clit and a fucking machine is steadily and consistently fucking her while he repeatedly spanks her. Looking back at it now, its a little rough for my tastes, but the position she is in still appeals to me.

I was intent on recreating it, I had already formulated a rough plan of how I could get myself there by using a magnetic lock to hold the rope in place and an additional piece of rope to use to pull my legs wide. Once the lock releases the ropes will drop and I will be freed.

I’m pondering it thoroughly on the uber ride home, I’m certain it will work and I am excited to give it a try. I guess being a little tipsy helps. At this point, the wedding dress hadn’t even entered my mind.

I tip out the required rope and toys onto the dining table and pull a large, high back chair into the middle of the room. I prepare the ropes, loosely hanging them over the top and arms of the chair and do a little test run to make sure I can pull the rope that will tie my wrists up and over the back of the chair, before slipping my hands into a slip knot and letting it all pull itself tight. I spend a little while working on the knots and rope lengths to get everything just right. It seems like it might just work!

Riding on a wave of excitement, I make my way to the spare room where I keep my more…personal things. I pull open a drawer, searching for something incredible to wear. It’s then that I see my sisters wedding lingerie, neatly folded in the corner. Its been 6 months since I last wore the entire wedding outfit….should I?

I often discover that if you are asking yourself a question, the answer is yes.

I take the thong and suspender belt and lay them on the bed, then a pair of white stockings. I pull out my favourite white heels, Miss Benin from Christian Louboutin and place those on the floor by the bed. I add long white, satin gloves to the pile and begin to undress, wiggling out of my tight fitting jeans, tucking my thumbs into my thong so it goes down at the same time. I pull off my top and kick the pile of clothes to one side.

By this point, I am pretty excited and keen to get going. But delayed gratification makes everything better, so I am in no rush. I perch on the edge of the bed and take each stocking, sliding them up my long, smooth legs. They’re white, plain at the top and have the obligatory seam that runs down the back of the leg.

While I am sitting, I slide my feet into the heels, tucking the strap around the back of my foot before standing up. I adore these heels, they make me feel so tall, adding 6 inches to my 5’4″ and making my legs and arse look amazing.

Next comes the suspender belt. I wrap it around my waist before attaching the straps to the tops of the stockings. The straps pull tight against my arse and thighs. They serve the purpose of keeping the stockings up, but the way the straps act as a frame for my arse and pussy is the best bit of suspenders by far!

Once content that the suspender straps are perfectly fastened, I take the delicate little thong and step into it, before sliding it up my legs. the thin back slides between my pert arse cheeks. The crotch slowly turning transparent as it settles against my wet pussy lips. I turn to admire myself in the floor to ceiling mirrors that cover the wall at one end of the room.

I look good, better than naked, but nowhere near where I want to be just yet, although that doesn’t stop me striking a few poses, just to admire myself for a few minutes.

Eventually boring of staring at myself, I rummage through a box of things and pull out by biggest, heaviest butt plug. Its shiny stainless steel with a pink heart in the base. Its not gigantic, but it certainly feels gigantic once its deep inside my tight little arse. I bend forward, leaning on the bed, I squirt a little lube on the plug and take a deep breath. I press the cold metal against my tight hole, I gasp, I usually take a moment to warm it up a little in my hand.

I press gently, but with increasing pressure, waiting for that magical moment where my arsehole relaxes and it slowly slides inside. Only, with this plug, it takes a little encouragement, I give it a firm push as the widest part tries to make its way inside me. It makes me gasp and I get goosebumps every single time. I close my eyes, biting my lip as I get used to feeling of the large piece of metal inside me.

Once I get my mind back straight, I take the short walk across my apartment to the master bedroom, where my makeup table awaits. I pull my hair up into a messy bun, if I was going out, I would take the time to perfectly position each strand. Instead, I take my tiara, lifting it down from the top of my mirror and nestle it perfectly on the top of my head. Then comes the makeup, heavy, dark eyes, long false lashes, nude coloured lips and lots of foundation, for that flawless look. Its like photoshop for my face.

Feeling like a princess, but looking more like a porn star, I head back to discover the final pieces of the outfit. The butt plug tugs perfectly at my arse as I walk, trying to dislodge itself with each and every step, exacerbated by the high heels as I strut across the wooden floors. Of course, I give it that perfect model walk, one foot slightly in front of the other, long strides, making sure I look as sexy as feasible.

There are three things left that I need. First off, I grab the remote control vibrator that’s sat waiting in its charging dock. I turn it on and check its connected to the remote, then slide the thong apart and slip it inside me. I am so wet by this point that it slips right in. I leave the vibration turned off for now.

Next, my sisters perfect dress. I admire it for a moment. Running my perfectly manicured fingers over the satin bodice, imaging how it will feel against my skin in just a few moments time. I lift it down from the hanger, it’s heavy and a little awkward, but I don’t waste any time. I step into it and pull it upwards, wrapping it around my breasts as I reach back and tug the enclosed zipper upwards. It takes a moment to fight the single tiny button at the top of the zip into place.

Without looking towards the mirror, I take the final element, those long satin gloves and slide them up my arms, it makes it feel like my upper body is wrapped in satin. The lining of the dress, the material of the gloves all caressing my skin at the same time.

I turn to face the mirror and the lingerie wearing slut has transformed into the perfect princess, only this one has a dripping wet pussy. I admire myself for a moment, turning this way and that, biting my lip, open mouth…all the instagram model poses.

Really though, its time to concentrate on the more interesting part of the afternoon. I grab a few more things from my box of toys and head back to the dining room. Moving is a little more awkward while wearing a wedding dress and 6 inch platform heels, but I manage. I put my phone on charge, I wont be using that for a while, flip open my laptop and message my best friend to let her know what I am up to, or at least a small part of it. If she hasn’t heard from me in one hour, she is instructed to come and rescue me from the self bondage I am about to attempt. I don’t wait for her to reply.

Nervous and excited, I turn on the magnetic lock, setting the timer for one hour. I take a seat and loop the prepared ropes around my ankles and pull them up to my knees. I Wilde down so my arse is in the edge of the seat, grab the rope that hangs over the back of the chair with one hand. I take the remote from the vibrator and set it to the same ramping pattern I had used before. I moan as the vibrations hit me, flooding my clit and pussy with incredible pleasure, before vanishing into nothing. I reach out and grab the ball gag I brought from the box of toys and fasten it into my mouth.

Finally, I pull on the rope above my head, it pulls my legs up and aside, leaving me feeling a little exposed, although the wedding dress covers a lot. I slip my hands through the double loop I had tied and then push down with my legs pulling it tight around my wrists.

Part of me is incredibly excited that this actually worked. An increasingly large part of me is kinda terrified that I now have to endure this for a whole hour. Maybe if I wriggled enough, I could tip the chair and try to discover some way out…but that would be nowhere near as much fun.

I try to get comfortable, but as i do the vibrator ramps up again, sending waves of pleasure thundering through my body, making me moan around the gag and tense against the ropes. If I relax my legs, their weight pulls my arms up. If I try to pull myself up with my hands, I spread my legs uncomfortably wide…its perfect, blissful torture.

I close my eyes, relax and enjoy the sensations. The dress, the lingerie, the rope around my satin gloved wrists. The quiet. The vibrator starts to slowly come to life and the quiet disappears as I begin to moan once more, the sound of throbbing away inside my soaking wet pussy sounds like a broken motorboat engine.

Saliva, accumulating in my mouth, starts to run down my chin and drip onto my breasts. I am slouched in such a way that it immediately runs down between them, makings it’s way towards my stomach. I realise I cannot see a clock, the timer for the lock is behind me. I could have been here 5 minutes, or 55 minutes. I have no idea. I suddenly forget that I care as the vibrator springs to life again.

This is where I get a surprise. Moaning away as the vibrator peaks, I fail to hear my apartment door open. My friend, Kate, unable to withstand the temptation of my earlier message has let herself in. Of course she has a key, otherwise it would have been pointless messaging her in the first place.

She told me afterwards that she stood behind me, watching me for a little while. Hearing my moans escalate as the underpowered, but nonetheless thrilling vibrator ramped up and dropped off again and again, driving me insane with pleasure.

Eventually she moves into my view, scaring me at first, I hadn’t heard her at all and I was completely unaware she was there. She stands there, hands on her hips, watching me, not saying a word. Then eventually “Oh, Abby!” If I was more conscious, I might have asked her what that meant.

She approaches me slowly, running her fingers over my arms, then caressing my cheek. “What shall we do with you? Do I leave you to suffer? Or put you out of your misery?” I look up at her with pleading eyes, her touch is so soft and delicate, I want more of it.

She moves from beside me, to standing in front of me, between my spread legs. A wicked smile crosses her face and she squats down in front of me, taking the dress in her hands and pushing it up to obscure my view. I feel her hands on my legs, caressing them as she moves them towards my pussy. Her fingers gliding slowly over my stocking clad thighs.

She doesn’t hesitate, two of her fingers slide inside me along side the toy, only to grasp it and pull it out. I hear it hit the floor with a damp thud.

I let out a dissatisfied groan, attempting to express my feelings around the gag. In response and to my absolute shock, Kate buries her face into my soaking wet pussy and hungrily seeks out my clit. Two fingers are pushed back inside me, slowly and arrhythmically fucking me as lips and tongue seek out that little pleasure button. She knows EXACTLY how to get me off and wastes no time doing it.

She sucks my clit into her mouth, caressing it very gently with her tongue as she alternates between hard and soft sucking. Needless to say, I am losing my fucking mind. I’m moaning and groaning, straining at the ropes as my body writhes in pleasure. Apparently I did a very good job of tying myself up.

She knows exactly where to take this now, her spare hand rests on my pubic bone and pulls everything upwards. Her mouth sucks in exactly the same way, never changing. Sucking harder, flicking my clit, sucking more gently, barely touching my clit with her tongue. Over and over, up and down. Then her fingers inside me curl gently and begin to move back and forth, more in time with the actions of her mouth.

That’s all it takes to make me explode, to send a mighty orgasm crashing through my body. I let out a wailing whimper, increasing in pitch until only dogs are aware of my intense pleasure. My pussy floods, gushing on her face, but she doesn’t let up. It feels like an eternity, but sadly it was not. Eventually the pleasure slowly starts to fade and Kate starts to slow down her movements until she comes to a stop.

She plants a few soft kisses on my thigh before emerging from under the mass of material. I am breathless, my heart is pounding and I’m breathing hard as the last few waves of orgasm gradually fade away, leaving me with tired muscles, covered in my own drool and pussy juice.

She slips the gag out of my mouth, as I go to speak, she pushes the same two fingers that were inside me into my mouth. The taste of my own pussy immediately fills my senses. She drags them back out, wiping them on my cheek before sliding the gag back in as I begin to protest. She takes the vibrator and after fiddling with the remote a little, slips it back inside me.

“Now, I think the slutty bride deserves an extra half an hour in her favourite position. Remember to let me know when you finally get out.” With that, she vanishes behind the chair and resets the timer on the lock before showing herself out.

I have no idea how long is left. Did she reset it to an hour? did she add hour to the remaining time? All I can do is sit there, feeling my drool slowly work its way down my stomach, soaking into the dress. My arms and legs are slowly starting to ache from being stuck in quite an awkward position.

It takes me a moment to realise that the vibrator is set to a totally random pattern. Flitting from square wave, to sine wave, ramping up and then ramping down, bursts of high power and low power. Over and over again it changes, surprising me every single time. Eventually I orgasm again and again after that, the final one is a real screamer, its almost forced out of me as the vibrator starts to drive me insane with the sensory overload its providing. All the while I can smell and taste my pussy, drool dripping from my chin and running down inside the dress.

Shortly after the third orgasm, I hear the sound of the lock releasing behind me, with a loud thud as its two parts hit the floor and the ropes fall slack. I wasn’t fully prepared for how ruined my legs would be and I slid to the floor somewhat ungracefully before pulling the vibrator from my abused pussy.

I lay there for a moment, eager life back into my limbs, but also just enjoying the blissful, tired state I am in after three rather intense and wonderful orgasms. I reach up and unfasten the gag, stretching my jaw a little to ease its aches.

Eventually I get back to my feet, a little unsteady in the ridiculous heels. The butt plug still buried in my arse is keeping me turned on, despite having had three orgasms in the last couple of hours.

I grab my laptop and message Kate, thanking her for her help. I think for a moment and follow it up with “Perhaps we should do it again some time?” knowing that she will say yes.

I spend the next hour or so making lunch, swanning around my apartment in my sisters wedding dress, covered in drool and pussy juice. The butt plug keeping me constantly horny, the dress making it too hard to touch myself. Finally, eventually, I give in.

I make my way to my bedroom and discover my favourite suction cup dildo. I plant it firmly on the floor and squat over it. I admire the perfect princess in the mirror before me, for a moment, then lower myself onto the dildo. I’m so wet, it slides right in.

It takes a few little thrusts up and down, but I quickly get it balls deep inside me, enjoying the feeling of both my holes being completely filled with toys. I begin to ride, my hands on the floor in front of me as I jack my hips up and down. After two thrusts I’m shaking, by the third, I can barely control myself and the fourth one blows my mind. I orgasm again.

It’s quiet, I just kneel there, holding my body in place, the two toys filling me and my sisters wedding dress caressing my skin all over. its utterly overwhelming and I very quickly pull myself off the dildo and tug the plug out of my arse, leaving myself lying on the floor once more, gasping for breath.

At this point, I feel well and truly satisfied, I take off the dress and lingerie and run myself a hot bath. I lounge there for a couple of hours, letting my muscles recover and reliving it all in my mind. Then I begin planning the next time…

NSFW: yes


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