I looked up from my afternoon coffee at the clock. I still had plenty of time. My morning was full of preparations for today. The kids were bundled off to Grandma’s house. The dishes were done. The house cleaned. The weekly shopping completed. I was ready. Or was I? As I savored the nice cup of coffee I wasn’t so sure. I was still having second thoughts. My tummy was full of butterflies. I guess I could at all times call it off. But should I?

I got up and rinsed my cup and put it away. I went to my bathroom to begin the tub filling and went to my master closet to undress. I took off my sweater and pants and hung them up. My comfortable Hanes cotton panty and bra set went in the hamper. I added bath oil beads to the hot water and slid into the full size tub of luxurious bubbles. I was enjoying soaking in the warm water, but I also kept half an eye on the clock. I carefully shaved. I started on my upper body making sure I was smooth and then did my legs. I was extra careful not to nick myself. The little disposable shaver was now broken in enough to do my most personal areas. I carefully removed the few sparse hairs on my mons and then my lips. I did my perineum and then my anus. I rolled to the side and massaged soap into my sphincter and anal cavity, rinsing carefully. I was at all times somewhat surprised at how much I enjoyed this part of personal grooming and thought why I didn’t do it more often.

I pulled the drain and got out to a nice soft fluffy towel. I was all scrubbed pink and it felt so good. Most of my earlier anxiety had abated. I sat at my makeup table, nude, and did my makeup. I was careful not to overdo my eyes. No one would see them anyway. I was letting my hair dry naturally. As I did so, I brushed it out and used my hair dryer to speed things along. I put my hair up in a simple French braid so it would stay out of the way.

Entering my walk-in closet, I noticed I still had over an hour. I still had plenty of time. I got my little step stool out and reached to the high dark part of my shelves and got out the box. It was an old suitcase and very durable but it had been “the box” for as long as we had it. I put the box on the floor and felt a rush of both anticipation and apprehension course through me. I sat on the floor in my tidy master closet and opened the box. I made my selections carefully. First came the main items. I chose a large, realistic cock. It was attached to a large set of balls. Next came a medium sized vibrating dildo and a very powerful little silver bullet. I took them to my bathroom and filled a sink. The toys went in for a nice hot bath of their own. It not only assured me of their cleanliness but also warmed them to the touch. The next item was the collar. I choose a wide padded collar with a sturdy closure and solid ring attached. I selected two sets the matching cuffs, followed by a nylon strap with a sliding buckle, and two black silk scarves. Then came a long strong leather shoelace. I also chose a set of Chinese nipple clamps. As I got them out of the box, I shuddered with anticipation and fear. The last item was still new. I hadn’t used it yet. It was a thick sturdy steel and leather ring gag. The ring was gonna be difficult to get in my mouth. I placed my little treasure trove on the edge of the massive master bed and went to dress.

Part of this ritual is the cloths. They weren’t necessary. Being nude was probably easier and more practical. But wearing slutty lingerie added to the allure. It made me that much more humiliated and in turn, horny. A waist cinching Basque forced my breasts up and put them on display. It also framed my heart shaped ass and gave me something to attach my stockings to. Next were fine gossamer silk stockings, pulled all the way to my thighs and attached. Then a pair of ankle strap black spike heels. They strapped on tight, which was essential. A quick dusting of perfume and I was ready.

I checked the clock. I patted my toys dry and arranged them for use. Time was getting shorter. It felt funny to be walking through my house dressed like a slut. The sound of my stiletto heels clicking down my hallway was spooky. I reached the front door and unlocked it. I opened it and let it swing open about 3 inches. I couldn’t shake the fear of my next door neighbor, or the paperboy might be pushing the door open and finding me like this. I hurried back to my bedroom. Our head board is gigantic. The bed is a full king size, and for my little adventure, I had stripped off the bedspread and pillows. The headboard was Cherry wood framing an intricate wrought iron sculpture. The tendrils sweeping away from the center out and to the corners in full strong steel loops. When we got it, my loving husband had mounted it firmly to the wall so as we made love, or even slept, it wouldn’t bang the wall.

I sat on the edge of the bed and strapped my wrist and elbow cuffs on. I then buckled up my collar just tight enough to make it hard to turn my head. I crawled to the center of the bed with my pile of goodies with me. I carefully applied the nipple clamps to my tender nipples. The pain was mild but I knew it would get worse. The two little clamps were attached together by an intricate steel chain that hung in a loop down my tummy. I took the nylon belt and slipped it thru my elbow loops and wrist loops leaving plenty of slack for now. I took my toys and lovingly tied them to the center of the medallion on my headboard. I used the leather shoe lace and made sure they were fastened tight. The cock was lower with the balls on it’s base hanging underneath. I couldn’t help but caress it as it stood straight out majestically. Next came that nasty vibrating dildo. It was much less flexible and looked menacing. After it was secured the tips were about an inch aside and the cock was 2 inches longer. I carefully fastened the silver bullet unto the base of the gorgeous black cock so it hung on the scrotum and rested on the balls. I reached to my bedside table and got out a tube of my favorite scented, flavored lube. I lubed both the cock and dildo liberally and couldn’t withstand the urge to force the massive cock down my throat at least once.

I deep throated my latex companion for a few seconds with that nasty dildo bumping the bridge of my nose and poking me in the eye. The feeling was very erotic. My nipples were engorging and the clamps made me aware of their presence. I looked at the time. I needed to hurry. I turned around in a kneeling position and slipped a silk scarf through the back strap of my stiletto on my right foot. I took the scarf and knotted it. I slipped the knot into a cross of steel on the swirling members of the head board. My right foot was secure. I had to lie down and scissor over to do the same with my left foot. I rolled flat on my tummy with my legs spread far enough to feel the stretch in my inner thighs. I pushed up to my knees. As I got to my knees, I could feel my little friends poking me. I pushed all the way up and arched my back as the head of the cock hit me in the crack of my ass. I opened my mouth as far as I could and worked the padded ring of the ring gag into my mouth. For a minute I was afraid it wouldn’t fit. I slipped the sleep mask down over my eyes and everything became black. I knew the time was near now and had to finish. I reached behind me and found my wonderful cock. It slipped easily into my dripping pussy. I eased back until the un-giving tip of the vibrator came in contact with my tiny pink pucker. I suffered a moment of anxiety. Would I be split and unable to escape? Would it get lodged and require a trip to the emergency room? I forged ahead and pushed back. The cock was stuffed yet further into my waiting pussy and the vibrating dildo pierced my sphincter. I had to stop and relax. I reached blindly for the controls I had hung over the top rail and started my vibrator and the silver bullet. The feeling in my ass was wonderful. The vibration numbed the pain sensors and it allowed me to slip it most of the way in. I was already close to orgasm, and still, I wasn’t ready. I quickly grabbed the loose end of the nylon loop that went from my collar to the head board and through my elbow and wrist cuffs. I held the buckle in one hand and with the other began taking out the slack. As the strap tightened, I had to arch my back further and further to reach the buckle. My head was held high and back and my wrists were being raised slowly up toward the top of the bed frame. At the same time my elbows were being drawn closer and closer together. As I ran out of room, I was forced to impale myself further down my vibrating intruders. It was exquisite torture. I finally lost my grip on the buckle and fell forward. My head was pulled back hard. My wrists pulled up sharply. My elbows slammed together. The cock and vibrator forced into me completely. I was again approaching orgasm. I could feel the nipple chain dangle beneath me pulling my tits straight down. If I could only get the last inch into my pussy that wonderful bullet would sit right on my clit. I never wanted anything more in my life. But I couldn’t do it. I was truly bound. There was no escape.

Again the apprehension started. What if he didn’t come? What if someone else came in and found me. As a hung there by my wrists and throat, I heard movement. I was beginning to drool down my chin. Not your prettiest sight but I had no choice. The ring gag held my mouth open to the world. I felt the bed move. I could smell him. Was it a stranger? Someone I didn’t know? Would he leave me like this after he finished with me?

I could sense him right in front of me. I felt pressure on my nipple chain. He must have put a foot through the loop. My breasts were pulled down hard by the nipples. I tried to scream but could only gurgle. He slipped three fingers deep in my mouth. I could feel his breath on my face. The bed shifted and his fingers disappeared. I felt him gather my braid in his hand to use as a handle. Something smooth and spongy entered my mouth. It flattened my tongue. I felt him tighten on my hair and then he began thrusting himself down my throat. I could hear someone grunting and squealing and realized it was me. The unknown man fucked my mouth hard. He forced the last inch of cock into my pussy. The silver bullet now rested directly on my clit.

The feeling of fullness and surrender was over powering. I shook through a gigantic orgasm just to feel myself create to another. The man was getting insistent and powerful. My throat was stretched just as tight as my ass and pussy. With every stroke his pubic bone plowed into my nose and his balls slapped my chin. With every stroke I was hammered back into my toys as far as I could go. With every stroke more pressure was put on my clit by the vibrating silver bullet. I shuddered through another gigantic orgasm. The man abruptly pulled out and he tilted my head back as far as he could and shot hot cum all over my face and hair. I was close to blacking out from lack of air and was gulping breath as fast as I could. The man must have punched the buckle because a quickly collapsed on my stomach and the toys being ripped out of my pussy and ass set off yet another orgasm.

I lay and recovered for several minutes. And then began the task of untying myself. I carefully repeated the steps backward and soon found myself standing nude in my bathroom with a sink full of toys rinsing to be put away. I again looked at the clock. I had time for a quick shower before I started dinner. But I had to hurry. My husband would be home any minute.