Post Orgasm Torment Weekend Getaway – Part 3

Saturday Night to Monday Morning

I was pleased with myself that I had so quickly found a way to punish Tom. It wasn’t often that we had the opportunity for him to be tied up overnight. Basically, though, I had put him to bed with no supper. I don’t think he was expecting that I would re-tie him, let alone tying him up so early in the evening and leaving him there for the night. I knew he would love this, though. But it was a long time to go without food. More critically, it was a long time to go without bathroom access. I didn’t want to have to release him early or take him to the bathroom and re-tie him. I wanted him to feel what it would be like to be tied up from early evening all the way to the next morning – blindfolded so he didn’t know what time it was, gagged and helpless – but I also didn’t want him wetting the bed.

Then I remembered that some male chastity locks have removable catheters which could be slid into the hole of his penis to help facilitate urination. That wouldn’t help with the current situation, though, as he would still just wet the bed. Even with the waterproof sheets, I didn’t want him lying in a puddle of his own urine. I know some people are into that kind of thing, but not us. Then it occurred to me, what about the sort of catheters they use in the hospital for men? It’s just a catheter with a long tube and a bag on the end for collecting the urine. They make these for home use, don’t they?

Five minutes later I was in my car and on my way to the chain pharmacy. After some searching, I located a home catheterization kit for men. Eureka! I purchased the kit, and then stopped off at a local diner for some supper. I didn’t want to be cruel by bringing food into the room so that Tom could smell it. As you can probably tell, cruelty and pain are not part of our playbook.

I returned to the hotel after dinner. I probably had the most unusual Saturday evening of anyone. While ordinary people might be sitting with their significant others enjoying a nice meal or a movie, I was sitting on a hotel couch reading catheterization instructions printed on the sterile bag containing the catheter kit. Rereading the instructions several times, I repeated the mantra to myself “clean him off, use lubrication, and don’t force it in”.

Was he in for a surprise!

When I entered the bedroom, he probably though I was there to release him. I said nothing, though. I climbed onto the bed, unlocked and removed the cover from his chastity lock. I opened the sterile bag containing the catheterization kit and cleaned his penis with a sanitary wipe. Then I dripped a few drops of lubricant on the end and first few inches of the catheter. Holding his penis, I positioned the tip of the catheter, then gently pushed it in. Tom grunted alarmingly. “Don’t worry” I responded, “everything is going to be ok.” Once I had it all the way in, I ran the other end of the tube through the center hole of his chastity lock cover, then connected it to the collection bag and let the bag dangle over the edge of the bed. The tube was long enough that the bag was lying on its side on the bedroom floor. “I’ll have to remember not to step on that”, I whispered to myself. I then carefully ran the chastity lock cover along the tube until it reached his penis, and slowly pushed the cover into place. I locked it, and then spent a few minutes watching to make sure everything was ok.

“Sorry I had to bother you, but now you won’t have to hold it in!” I announced. Tom then started grunting and pulling. “Oh, you calm down now, or I’ll tighten down your arms and legs more and you’ll have to try to sleep like that”. He complied.

I waited a little longer, then asked “Just making sure, now. Are you ok?” He nodded affirmatively. “Excellent! OK, see you in the morning!” I said, gleefully, as I trotted out of the room and closed the door for the night. On the way out, though, I switched on the lantern and the webcam. I wanted to be able to keep an eye on him.

I thought if I could connect my tablet to the living room TV. It turned out to be a simple thing, and within a few minutes, Tom’s predicament was playing out on the large screen TV. Now it would be easy to keep an eye on him. His periodic pulls and thrusts told me he was having a good time, so I grabbed my book and put my feet up on the comfy couch for a relaxing evening.

It was 1 a.m. before I knew it. Time for sleep. Tom looked fine on the TV. In fact, it was too good an image to waste, so I again posted his live video feed on the web. I was sure that by now he would have a following, and who was I to deny his fans? Amused by my mischievousness and satisfied with my efforts to give Tom a really fun and adventurous BDSM weekend, I curled up on the couch with a blanket and quickly fell asleep.

The couch was very comfortable – too comfortable, in fact. I slept so well that I didn’t awaken until almost 11 a.m.! Tom had been tied up for a very long time. He looked ok on the TV, though. Then I realized that if I had asked him if it was ok to keep him tied up from 6 o’clock in the evening until 11 the next morning, he would have loved the idea. So I put myself at ease.

I put on my white mask and entered the bedroom. I approached Tom and sat on the side of the bed. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” I said, playfully. “What have you been up to, this morning?” I giggled. “I hope you’ve learned to behave yourself.” Incredibly, he shook his head no. “Oh really! Well, it’s my job to teach you a lesson, so I’m just going to do what I have to do, then!”

I unlocked his chastity device and slowly removed his catheter. He recoiled, as it probably stung a little. “Sorry about that, big guy. I’m sure that helped you overnight, but I don’t think you’re quite empty yet. Let’s make sure you’re empty, shall we?”

I decided not to mount him this time and have a repeat of what happened yesterday live on video. He was mischievous enough to try it again, and I wasn’t gonna let it happen. So I tightened his legs by pulling the nylon cords until I could get them as far aside as I could. Then I tightened his arms, telling him “Now you’re really going to be punished!” And I wasn’t kidding. It was my intention to give him the longest and most intense post orgasm torture he’d ever had. I wanted him to remember it forever. “Oh, you are in trouble now” I whispered in his ear. His erection was immense.

With lots of lube, I began stroking his cock, periodically teasing at the sweet spot on the underside of his penis just below the head. Each touch of the sweet spot produced a very satisfactory sounding moan from him. I was aiming for a prolonged edging session, where I slowly built him up and got him close to climax, then stopping for a minute and letting him come down from the edge before building him up again. Just as I think he’s getting ready, I stop touching his penis and instead move my fingers over so that I am rubbing his inner thighs, crotch, and balls. Sometimes I reach below his crotch with a well lubed finger, searching for and inserting it into his ass, which drives him wild.

After a few successful edges, it was time to bring him over the top. I began stroking with increased energy and rapidity, being sure that my stroking was hitting his sweet spot. His hips began lunging and his breathing grew deeper, and I knew I was getting close. I could tell that his ejaculation was mere seconds away.

I wanted to be particularly naughty this time. Oftentimes I will wait until ejaculation is over before beginning post orgasm torture. I have found, though, that post orgasm torture is more intense when I begin it right at the start of ejaculation. Tom needed punishing, and that is what he was gonna get! So, when I sensed that Tom was ready to explode, I encircled the base of his cock with one hand and gripped it firmly so that his erection would be maintained. Then, with the other hand, I encircled the head of his penis with the tips of my fingers. I use lots of lube, and a spinning motion that allows the fingertips to rub his sweet spot. My trick is that I do it continuously and steadily, but not too fast – this way it’s easy on me and I don’t tire out. It’s so easy to do, and this way I can go on for 10 or 15 minutes or more. It’s also super exciting! By tying him tightly with his legs spread as far as I can get them, he can not move at all. That makes it easy for me to concentrate on his torment and it keeps me safe from flailing limbs. He likes to be gagged, and I like to keep him that way so he can not try to talk his way out of it or try to guilt me into stopping.

As soon as I started my “technique”, Tom started moaning a surprised and frightened sound, knowing what was in store for him. Perfect. Very soon after, his orgasm came as he lunged and shook under the relentless and continuous overstimulation. His reaction was top of the line!

“So, about before” I said, casually, as I continued my work tormenting him, “I wonder if you have started to learn your lesson?” He was still in the early, super-sensitive stage of post orgasm torture, and he wasn’t capable of responding, with the sort of intense stimulation I was delivering.

“Remember, just use the safe word if you want me to stop, ok? I teased. No? Oh, that’s good, because we have a long way to go, and I want to make sure that you are completely empty!”

For several minutes I hummed playfully and bobbed my head as I continued rubbing his sweet spot with the tips of my fingers. It required little energy on my part, and I could easily go on like this for a long time. Any time I noticed Tom easing, I would turn up the intensity or change my angle a little bit until he was flailing and moaning again.

After several more minutes of this, I declared “You know, there is really nothing for us to talk about, here. I’m doing this for your own good and that’s all there is to it. I don’t think you’re anywhere close to having learned your lesson.”

“Mmmmmph!” was his reply, and I continued to tease my gagged and tormented hubby.

“No” I retorted, “I know you. You would want me to do the best job I can for you. I would do anything for you, and I know you would want me to continue with your lesson uninterrupted, so that’s what I’m going to do. Now, you quiet down and behave yourself or I’ll just leave you tied up after this!”

“Mmmmmph!”

I continued humming happily as I proceeded with Tom’s lesson, wondering how many internet viewers had tuned in and were enjoying this spectacle.

After a while, the hand that was holding the base of his cock was getting tired, and Tom was starting to go limp. It had been at least 10 minutes, maybe 15, of continuous torment. “There, I think you’re ready now”. I then turned to the webcam and said “Good morning, everyone! I hope you enjoyed the special therapy I just gave to my honey. He really needed it and I’m sure it helped him. I highly recommend it. See you next time!” With that, I switched off the webcam and began the cleanup process.

I was a little nervous about unlocking Tom. I know he liked me to be extra mischievous and naughty with him, and this time I had really gone the extra mile. But did I take it too far, keeping him tied up, blindfolded, gagged, and cock locked for 17 hours and then capping it off with intense post orgasm torture? Would he try to get even with me? One thing I had to make sure of was that he couldn’t leave the room, so I took all his clothes and locked them in the car while he was still tied up. He was very innovative, and if he was to get outside and realize where he was, he would quickly discover his way to that adult shop and who knows what he might come back with and what he might have in store for me then? Honestly, I was a little intrigued by the idea that he might try to get even with me, but I decided to play it safe for now.

While I was out hiding his clothes away, I ordered some room service for lunch, as I knew he would be starving.

I returned to the room and began unlocking Tom, saving the removal of his gag for last. I knew he would complain about why I took so long to unlock him. Sure enough, the moment I removed the gag, he barked “What took you so long?” Before I could answer, though, a knock at the door came.

“Oh, that’s room service. I got you a nice lunch. Let me go get it” I said nervously as I left the bedroom. Saved by the bell!

Tom quickly cleaned up and joined me in the kitchenette for lunch. He didn’t say much, but he gave me that mischievous, “oh, you’re going to get it” stare. I quickly looked away, pretending not to notice, but he could tell by my smile that I got the message.

After lunch, he looked up and asked me what the plans were for today. I had no idea. At that moment, I was mentally drained, having expended all my innovative energies on him for the last two days. He still didn’t know where we were, and I wanted to keep his curiosity going, so that meant staying in the hotel.

“I think we should take it easy today” I told him. “Wanna try the pool again?” I asked. Surprisingly, he wondered that was a good idea. “Well good” I said, “we can relax at the pool for a while, then maybe have dinner, grab a bottle of wine and watch a good movie!”

“Sounds good to me. Do I still have to wear that stupid bathing suit?” he asked.

“Yes you do!” I exclaimed.

Before heading to the pool, Tom would need a shower. I didn’t have the energy to join him in the shower. Instead, I picked up my book and headed for the couch. Within a few minutes, I fell asleep.

In the split second before I woke up, a jolt of adrenaline shot through me. “Oh no” I wondered, “I fell asleep and now Tom is going to get even with me!” I was sure I would discover myself tied to the bed with Tom standing by ready to tickle me relentlessly or something like that. But no. I awoke comfortably on the couch with Tom gently rubbing my shoulder to wake me.

“Do you still want to go to the pool?” he asked, standing there in his bathing suit. My heart immediately warmed.

“You are so sweet to wake me gently! Of course. Yes, let’s go to the pool. Give me a minute to get my swimsuit on.” My fatigue was replaced by feelings of adoration for my hubby. All I wanted was to be in his arms. I gave him a little kiss and trotted off to change into my swimsuit.

When we arrived at the pool, of course, there they were, the two mothers with their gaggle of kids, also joined by their husbands. This time, though, both mothers were in bikinis that weren’t much less revealing than mine. Neither of them looked askance at us, and the one whose eyes met mine yesterday did so again. She gave me a friendly smile. I think she and her friend were taking notes when they saw me with Tom yesterday.

Despite the miniature tidal waves being created by the kids in the pool, Tom and I were able to sit next to each other comfortably in the shallow end. He had his arm around me and I leaned my head on his shoulder. It was a perfect moment. I could just melt like this.

After a time, other people began arriving at the pool. It was getting a little loud and crowded, so Tom and I decided to head back to the room. It was almost dinnertime, anyway.

“Where are we, anyway?” he asked. “Why can’t we go out to eat?”

“Because we are in our secret place, where no one knows us and we can be free to do whatever we want as long as we stay here” I replied. It was true. We lived nearby, so no one we knew would actually be staying in this hotel. It was a perfect idea for an incognito getaway. Tom seemed satisfied with this answer, and he didn’t ask again. I think he realized how perfect this weekend was for him, and he knew enough to leave it alone. I was sure he’d love to do it again someday. Probably some time soon, like next week!

As planned, I ordered room service for dinner, and we ate in our suite. The little kitchenette was really nice and we didn’t mind eating there. I had brought a bottle of red and a bottle of white, as they say. I even remembered the bottle opener.

After dinner, I cuddled up next to Tom on the couch. I was feeling content and lovey. “I hope you enjoyed this little weekend getaway that I planned” I said looking up at Tom hopefully.

“You did a great job! This has been really fun. When you said you’re getting good at this, you weren’t kidding!”

“Thanks” I replied, smiling. I loved that he told me so. I had all the time been a little uncomfortable with BDSM and post orgasm torture, but now that I find out it better and see how much Tom enjoys it, I love doing it. To me, it seems so intense, though. I thought how he could enjoy it so much.

“I understand that you enjoy it, but I don’t understand how you enjoy it. It just seems so intense.”

“But that’s what makes it so exciting” he proclaimed. “It’s very much like being tickled. It feels good but it is also intense. Just the thought of being tied up and having that done to me is enough to drive me wild! It’s like an orgasm on steroids. Even though it’s intense it also feels great because it’s an orgasm, but one that lasts and lasts for as long as you tickle me. The only way you can get through it is to be tied up. It’s also great to be gagged so I can’t use the safe word or try to talk you out of it. It makes you helpless and your fate inevitable. I can’t tell you how exciting that is!”

I have to admit that I was intrigued, but I said nothing and just smiled, happy knowing that I was giving him what he wanted.

As we sat, snuggling and kissing, I was starting to feel frisky. “You know” I said, “I’m really the one who has been naughty this weekend. Maybe I need to be punished.” Now, I knew Tom would never subject me to post orgasm torture without my consent, but I was also no stranger to being “punished”. I had a pretty good idea about how he would punish me, and now I was dying for it.

“You have been bad” he replied, “and I can’t think of a better way to spend the evening than making sure you are adequately punished.”

“You have to catch me, first!” I replied, as I whapped him in the face with a pillow and ran, giggling, into the bedroom where I knew I would be trapped.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry” I squawked as he pounced upon me on the bed.

“You’re not sorry” he told me.

“That’s right I’m not sorry” I laughed in reply. “Now get down here and kiss me!”

After a minute of kissing, he reminded me “You’re still going to be punished!”

“What’s taking you so long?” I snapped back in my wiseass voice.

Tom is all the time gentle with me, even when I end up being tied up tightly. He makes sure that I am at least semi-comfortable. He also makes sure I “look great tied up”. It just so happened that I had white panties and a white exercise bra on, so I knew that Tom was gonna use all the white equipment on me. My suspicion was confirmed when he stepped behind me and put the white blindfold on me. He all the time blindfolds me first so I can not see what he’s doing or how he’s setting me up. I have to admit, it’s sort of exciting.

While I was still standing, he buckled the bondage mitten wrist restraints onto me, then attached them behind my back. Hmm, I wondered, as I was expecting to be tied spread eagle. Then the ankle restraints were buckled onto me. There I stood for a minute while he was fishing around for more supplies. Suddenly, he pinched my nose and as I opened my mouth in surprise, he popped the white ball gag in my mouth. That sneak.

He sat me onto the bed and laid me down on my stomach. He pulled my knees aside so that my legs were attached diagonally, and wrapped what seemed like a belt or strap between my ankles, so that my knees remained aside and at a diagonal. Uh oh. I knew what this meant. He was gonna hog tie me with my knees spread aside so I couldn’t roll over and evade his tickling. Yep. I was unsurprised when he connected my wrists to my ankles, pulling them together in a hog tie. He could be brutal at tickling the bottoms of my feet while I’m tied this way, and that’s what I was in for!