Part 3
*CLANG*
“Mmm…mmmph mmm uh!”
My eyes snapped open as the sounds just outside my box woke me from my uncomfortable slumber. I’m not sure how long we’d been in the truck before I fell asleep, but every bump in the road had become a symphony of torment as the cardboard pressed into my skin, each jostle sending waves of discomfort through my bound body during our journey.
Eventually, somehow, someway I’d managed to drift off into a fitful sleep, my body begging for a reprieve from the constant barrage of sensations. The steady rhythm of the truck’s engine had become a lullaby, and the coldness of the cardboard a strange sort of comfort. But now, as the truck stood still, silent save for the jostling going on mere feet away, I came to and tried my best to maneuver myself into a position to get a look through one of the small air holes that pierced the cardboard.
By the time I had managed to wriggle into a position to get a good look through one of the air holes, all that greeted me was an open truck door and the darkened space where Jessica’s box had been. My heart skipped a beat, the realization hitting me like a cold shower. Panic set in, and I desperately tried to muffle my cries with a whine that was barely audible even to me. Where had he taken her? What was happening? The questions raced through my mind as I frantically searched for any clue.
Five, maybe ten, minutes passed by before the deliveryman’s shadowy figure filled the doorframe again. He stepped into the truck, the light from the open door cutting through the darkness and illuminating the grin on his face as he looked down at my box. My heart raced, hoping that maybe this time he’d let me out, but all he did was grab the two duffel bags from the floor. I watched with a mix of disappointment and trepidation as he swung them over his shoulders and climbed out of the truck before walking back into the darkness.
With nothing but the steady chirp of a cricket off in the distance to keep me company, I focused on the sound of my own breathing, trying to calm the storm of worry brewing in my chest. The leather bit into my skin as I squirmed in the cardboard cocoon, the stickiness of the cum and sweat that coated my body only serving to remind me of the evening’s events. I took a deep breath, willing my racing heart to slow down, and focused on the feeling of the cool night air seeping through the box.
*Crunch, crunch, crunch*
The sound of gravel beneath the deliveryman’s boots echoed in the night and I felt a surge of hope as his shadow once again filled the doorframe of the truck. With a grunt, he grabbed the sides of my box and hoisted it out of the truck, the sudden movement sending a jolt of pain through my cramped limbs. The night air was cool against my skin as it seeped in through the holes in the cardboard.
As we moved, a dim light appeared in the distance, my heart skipped a beat. The deliveryman’s footsteps grew quieter, and the crunch of gravel under his boots was replaced by the sound of grass and dirt. The light grew stronger, and I could make out the shape of a barn in the distance. It was an old structure, but looked in good condition, with a large wooden door that was slightly ajar, allowing a warm, yellow glow to spill out into the night. Through the tiny peepholes in my cardboard tomb, I caught glimpses of the barn’s interior, revealing a space that was both rustic and surprisingly clean.
The deliveryman's boots echoed off the walls as he carried me through the barn’s main corridor, the scent of hay and earth mixing with the concoction of scents already permeating the inside of my box. I could feel his muscles flexing with each step, the warmth of his body seeping through the cardboard. He was taking his time, almost as if he was savoring the moment, and the anticipation was making me dizzy. Each hallway we passed had sturdy wooden doors, but they remained closed, keeping their secrets from me. I wondered if Jessica had been taken to one of those rooms, if she was okay, and if she was as scared as I was.
Finally, we stopped in front of a door that was slightly ajar, allowing a sliver of light to spill out into the corridor. The deliveryman nudged it open with his foot, revealing a stunning sight that made my heart race. The room looked like a set from a BDSM movie, dimly lit by flickering candles, with ropes and chains hanging from the beams above. And in the center of it all, perched on a stool, was Jessica.
My surprise was palpable as I took in her attire. While she hadn’t been wearing much when the deliveryman had packed her inside the box, her clothing was definitely more…enhanced. It was obvious to me now what was in those duffel bags he had brought along. The deliveryman must have raided my closet and filled them with my kinkiest outfits and toys. The sight of Jessica in my lingerie was surreal, but it also brought a twisted smile to my face.
She looked like a bound and helpless version of a cherry lollipop, with her hair cascading down her back like a dark waterfall. The deliveryman had done a number on her, dressing her in my favorite cherry red lace halter that barely contained her ample breasts, a matching red thong that left nothing to the imagination, and fishnet stockings that clung to her legs like a lover’s embrace. The strappy red heeled sandals she wore were my favorite pair of sandals, the ones that made me feel powerful and sexy every time I wore them. But on Jessica, they looked sinful and forbidden.
My heart raced, wondering if the deliveryman was going to dress me up as well, and what kind of scene he had planned for us. As he approached Jessica, my breath grew shallower, my chest rising and falling in anticipation. He set me down gently on the floor, the cardboard scraping against the cold, hard ground. The sound of the tape being ripped away from the box was like a gunshot in the quiet space, making me flinch. The flaps of the box were peeled back, and I blinked against the sudden influx of light, my eyes adjusting to the flickering candlelight.
To my surprise the room was quite warm, unlike the cool night air outside. I had little time to process this before I was pulled from the box. The deliveryman's hands were rough yet gentle as they untangled me from the cardboard prison. My legs were wobbly from being in the fetal position for so long, and I leaned heavily against him for support. He took his time unbuckling each of the many leather cuffs that had been digging into my skin, the warm air caressing the marks left by the cuffs.
However to my dismay rather than unbuckle the ball-gag still in my mouth, he merely moved on to spinning me around and unclipped my bra. It fell unceremoniously to the floor, my breasts bouncing slightly from the movement. He then knelt and began to remove my soaked thong, his eyes never leaving his work as he pulled it down my legs. The warm air of the barn hit my bare pussy, making me shiver. He tossed it aside with a grin, as if he enjoyed watching my body react to his touch.
Two strong hands then pushed me forward, guiding me onto a stool that was an identical twin to the one Jessica was on. My knees gave out, making it impossible for me to resist as he bent me over the seat. I gripped the legs of the chair as I felt one of my ankles being wrenched back like I was a horse being fit for a new shoe.
Quickly each of my beautiful and expensive heels were removed one by one, his hands caressing my ankles as he worked, his eyes never leaving my trembling body. I watched as he set the stilettos aside with care, as if they were precious gems rather than simply a means to keep me bound. My heart was racing, my pulse pounding in my ears as the deliveryman then slid each of my stockings off with the grace of a surgeon, revealing my bare legs.
Before I could even begin to process what was happening, I felt something cold and heavy being placed around my neck. A jolt of fear shot through me as the deliveryman tightened a thick, black leather collar into place, the metal buckle clicking shut with a finality that sent a shiver down my spine. The collar was so snug that it was almost like a vice, cutting off my air for a brief, terrifying second before it settled and it left just enough room for me to breathe.
“Stand up, darlin’,” came the deliveryman’s gruff voice, his hands on my waist as he helped me to my feet. The collar felt strange, it was thicker and heavier than any I’d worn before. I pushed off the stool, my legs still wobbly, and felt the leather of the collar tighten slightly as he hooked a finger through its d-ring before I was tugged towards a set of wooden beams that hung from the barn’s ceiling.
With a gentle touch, he pulled my arms up over my head, the leather biting into my wrists as he secured each one into the waiting cuffs. The leather buckles locked in place around my skin, and I felt a strange sense of relief as the weight of my body was taken off my legs. The cuffs were lined with something soft, but the metal was unyielding, holding me firmly in place.
The deliveryman then turned and walked over to the wall where one of the duffel bags lay open. His hand rummaged through the contents, pulling out a leather corset with bones that looked like they could bend steel. He approached me with a predatory grace, the corset draped over his arm like a trophy. The sight of it sent a jolt of excitement through me, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper of anticipation around the gag.
He wrapped the corset around my waist, the cool leather feeling almost like a caress against my bare skin. He took his time, clicking shut each of the three silver buckles with a precision that was almost intimate, as if he was putting the final touch on a masterpiece. Then he began to lace it up, pulling tight with each inhale of my breath. It began getting harder and harder to breathe, the corset constricting my chest with a force that was both terrifying and thrilling. My eyes watered with the effort, but the pain was a sweet symphony, a reminder of the power exchange that was happening here.
After the last lace was finally tied, he quickly walked back to the duffel bag and came back with a pair of black fishnet stockings and a garter belt. His eyes never left my face, watching my reaction to his choice as if it was the most important thing in the world. The stockings felt like spider webs against my skin, delicate yet strong as he rolled them up my legs, the garter belt following close behind, securing them in place. The way the fishnet hugged my legs made me feel like a sexual creature, a creature of the night, and the leather and metal of the corset only served to enhance that feeling.
But it was when he walked back to the duffel bag and rummaged through it once more, that my heart truly skipped a beat. Instead of returning with the expected pair of panties, his hand emerged with my prized black leather, 6-inch pleaser mules. The sight of those towering heels had always filled me with a strange mix of fear and desire. They were not just shoes; they were a declaration of power, a symbol of my deepest, darkest fantasies.
They were the ultimate fuck-me shoes, and now they were in the hands of a man who had already proven his dominance over me. My legs quivered with anticipation as he bent down and carefully slid the left mule onto my foot, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the power play. The cool leather sent a shiver up my spine, and I could feel my pussy clench around the emptiness that was left there. He worked the shoe onto my foot, adjusting the strap with a precision that spoke of experience. He then proceeded to the right, taking his sweet time, his eyes never leaving his task as he worked.
Finally, with both shoes securely in place, he stepped back and took in the sight of Jessica and me, bound and dressed in our skimpy attire. His eyes roamed over us, the hunger in them clear, his gaze lingering on my legs, which now seemed to go on forever thanks to the towering heels. I felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what was to come, my body begging to be used, to be played with, to be dominated.
The deliveryman then did something unexpected, something that took my breath away. He pulled my large, heavy fur blanket from my living room out from the second duffel bag. The fur looked so out of place in the roughness of the barn, a decadent island in a sea of wood and stone. He laid it out carefully on the cold, hard ground, and did something that really got my juices flowing as he began setting up a tripod.
I felt my knees buckle slightly at the sight of the tripod and the camera attached to it. The deliveryman noticed my reaction and chuckled, the sound echoing around the barn. He approached me, his eyes dark with desire and amusement. He unbuckled the gag and slipped it off, tossing it aside. The sudden freedom to breathe and speak was a relief, but when I tried to speak, all that came out was a hoarse whisper.
“Thirsty?” The deliveryman’s question was rhetorical as he pulled a bottle of water from the pocket of his dark jeans, twisting the cap off and bringing it to my lips. I nodded eagerly, the gag having left me parched. He tilted the bottle, letting the cool liquid cascade into my mouth. I gulped it down greedily, the water soothing my dry throat and giving me a brief moment to regain my composure.
But as the last droplet fell and he pulled the bottle away, he pulled out an odd looking ring gag with four straps instead of the usual two. My eyes went wide with curiosity, and a thrill shot through me as he held up the contraption, the leather gleaming in the light. “Open up,” he said with a smirk, and I obeyed without thought, my mouth parting like a door to a forbidden chamber.
Hard metal pressed against my teeth and gums, the unyielding presence of the ring gag filling my mouth as the deliveryman secured the buckles behind my head. The two additional straps dangled before my eyes, their purpose a mystery that sent a thrill of anticipation down my spine. I could feel my pulse quicken, the adrenaline mixing with the coolness of the metal.
A truly odd part of the gag was a secondary ring that protruded slightly from the main one, nestled a centimeter outside of the ring tucked behind my teeth. I had little time to ponder the contraption before the deliveryman reached up and unhooked my wrists from the leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling. The sudden release had me stumbling, my legs unused to supporting my weight after being held in such a vulnerable position for so long.
Strong arms guided me from where I’d been hanging, the sudden release of tension making me feel weightless. My legs trembled as I took tentative steps, the towering heels adding an extra layer of difficulty to my already unsteady gait. The fur rug felt heavenly against my bare skin as I was lowered down onto it, the deliveryman’s hands were firm yet tender as he positioned me on my stomach, my wrists were guided behind my back and secured together with soft black cords of rope that had been tucked into the deliveryman’s back pockets.
More rope followed.
He took his time, looping ropes around my ankles, cinching them tight, the fibers biting slightly into my skin. Each wrap was deliberate, the tension increasing with every pass until my legs were bound in a tight, neat, immobile bundle. He then moved to my knees, securing them in place with the same meticulous care, the roughness of his hands warm against my skin. With every knot he tied, I could feel my heart rate spike, the anticipation of what was to come making it hard to breathe. I loved being bound hard and tight nearly as much as being manhandled and used.
Next came my elbows, the new position forcing my breasts to press into the fur of the rug, the softness of the material offering some small comfort as the rope dug into the sensitive flesh of my underarms. He pulled each loop tighter, creating a neat X across my back, the tension in the ropes increasing with each pass. The feeling of being bound grew stronger, my body feeling more and more like a canvas for his artistic vision.
Just when I thought I couldn’t be bound any tighter, the deliveryman continued his meticulous craft. I was sat up just so more rope could be snaked around my chest and arms, first below my breasts, then above, framing them like a macabre lingerie set. The tension grew as he wrapped more around my torso, pulling my breasts together and cinching them tight, the fibers biting into my skin. Each pass was tighter than the last, my breaths becoming more ragged as the ropes dug in, creating an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain.
He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, “You’re doing so well.” His words filled me with a strange mix of pride and fear, the thrill of pushing my boundaries making me wetter than I’d ever been. Then to my delight and horror, I felt his hands pressing into my back, his arms snaking around my front, and his fingers grazed over the cups of my corset. He gripped my breasts, his rough hands squeezing and kneading them like they were dough in his powerful grasp.
I moaned around the ring gag, my eyes started to wander around the dimly lit room, not focusing on anything in particular until they locked with Jessica’s. She was watching me intently, her own ball-gag still in place, but her eyes were wide with something akin to envy. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her breasts straining against the red lace of her top. Her legs were rubbing together slightly, the friction of her thighs creating a delicious sound that was almost imperceptible over the sound of our heavy breathing and the occasional creak of the barn.
Noticing my line of sight, the deliveryman chuckled darkly, his eyes flicking over to Jessica. “Feeling lonely?” he mused, Jessica didn’t hesitate to nod frantically, her eyes pleading with him. He stood, leaving me bound on the fur rug, and walked over to her, the sound of his boots echoing in the vast space. He unclipped her gag, tossing it aside as if it were a piece of trash.
“Come on new girl, let’s get you ready to play,” the deliveryman said, his voice thick with lust as he pulled Jessica off the chair. She stumbled in her own towering heels, but he caught her before she could fall, his hands firm and sure on her shoulders. He guided her over to the fur rug, positioning her on her belly before heading off to most likely retrieve some more rope.
Jessica’s eyes were wide with excitement and a hint of fear. She looked back at me, her gaze searching for reassurance, but all I could offer her was a nod. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort, the red cords of the rope that bound her wrists tightening with every inhale.
“Is he always so intense?” Jessica’s voice was shaky as she whispered to me once the deliveryman had left us to fetch more ropes. “I mean back at your house for a moment there I really thought that he had forced himself on you.”
I rolled my eyes, Jessica really thought that the deliveryman was role-playing. She must have taken my eye roll as a yes because she visibly swallowed and nodded. Just then, the deliveryman returned, his arms filled with bundles of red rope, the exact shade that matched Jessica’s lingerie. He approached her, a smirk playing on his lips, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.
For the next ten minutes I watched in fascination as the deliveryman worked his magic on Jessica, tying her in a mirror image of how he had bound me. Her eyes grew wide with fear and excitement, her breath hitching in her throat with every loop of the rope that was wrapped around her body. The way her skin reddened with the pressure, the way her breasts bounced as she struggled slightly against her constraints, it was a sight to behold.
The deliveryman worked with a focused intensity, his eyes never leaving Jessica’s body. He was a master craftsman, each knot and loop perfectly placed to accentuate her curves and leave her utterly helpless before him. Finally, once he’d finished he positioned her so that our heads lay side by side while our bodies were stretched out in opposite directions along the fur rug. The contrast between Jessica’s red-laced restraints and my own black ones was stark and erotic.
With a twisted smile, he took the two leather straps that dangled from my ring gag and brought them to Jessica’s head. He forced her lips to part, guiding the secondary ring of the gag to hers along with my head, and tightened the leather until our mouths were pressed firmly together. I could feel her breath on my tongue, the metal of the ring cold against my teeth, as we were bound in a silent, intimate embrace.
Jessica’s eyes searched mine, a mix of terror and excitement reflecting in her pupils. She was a captive audience to my own bound state, her curiosity piqued by the man who had so easily claimed us both. And without a word, she immediately embraced this new torture, sticking her tongue into my mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
Her warm, wet muscle danced with mine, a silent declaration of her willingness to participate in this twisted game. The taste of her was faintly minty, a contrast to the metallic flavor of the gag that filled my mouth. I was surprised by the intimacy of the act, our tongues tangling together as if we were long-lost lovers reunited. The ring gag kept us connected, allowing us only shallow breaths through our noses as we kissed, our saliva mingling in a wet, sloppy mess.
So caught up in this new revelation I didn’t notice the deliveryman had moved until I felt the tug at my ankles. He had taken a short rope and connected it to the cinch around my ankles and began to pull, stretching my legs out behind me. The pain was immediate, my muscles protesting the new position, but I was too lost in the moment to care. He was going to tie me in a hogtie, a move that was both incredibly restrictive and incredibly erotic, I’d always loved the position. In it I could struggle as hard as I want, my every movement delicious as I strained against the ropes.
It wasn't long before both Jessica and I were fully immersed in our new positions, our bound bodies a testament to the deliveryman’s skill. He worked quickly, his movements sure and precise as he connected the ropes attached to my ankles to the loops at the small of my back. My legs were stretched taut, forcing my ass to lift in the air. The discomfort grew with each pull of the rope, but the way my muscles strained only served to increase my arousal.
Then, without warning, a buzzing began. It was a low, steady hum that seemed to vibrate through the very air around me. My eyes shot open, and I saw the deliveryman standing over us, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he held up two powerful, black, vibrating wands. The sight of them made my stomach clench with excitement. Unable to twist my head very far I lost sight of the wands as he bent down to place one of them underneath Jessica’s body, nestling it between her legs. She let out a muffled moan, and her body tensed.
The second wand he brought closer to my own bound form, the buzzing growing louder as he lifted my hips with ease. My body tensed as I felt the coolness of the wand press against my clit as he lowered me back down, the vibrations immediately setting my nerves alight. Then he was gone, leaving us both in the throes of our bondage, our muffled moans and gasps the only sounds in the large candlelit room.
Jessica and I were soon both lost in our own worlds of sensation, bound so closely together, we couldn’t help but be acutely aware of each other’s reactions. I began to rock my hips back and forth, grinding down onto the vibrator with a need that was almost feral. The fur of the rug was soft beneath me, but the ropes held firm, creating a delicious friction against my skin as I moved. Jessica’s tongue delved deeper into my mouth, her own moans vibrating down my throat, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to crescendo with every pulse of the wand.
Jessica’s moans grew more insistent as the vibrator beneath her did its work, her body squirming against the fur rug, her breasts bouncing with every thrust of her hips. I watched, my eyes locked on hers, as she succumbed to the pleasure, her pupils dilating until her eyes were almost black. The sound of the vibrators was a constant thrum in the air, a reminder of the intense sensations we were sharing. I felt a strange kinship with her, bound together as we were in this twisted dance of submission.
The deliveryman paced around us, his eyes glinting with a hunger that was audible. He was watching us both intently, his hand stroking his cock through his pants as we writhed in our restraints. I could feel the heat from Jessica’s body, the sweat on her skin mixing with mine, the fur rug sticking to my back as I moved with the vibrations. Despite the discomfort of the ropes and the ache in my jaw from the ring gag, the pleasure was overwhelming.
Unfortunately given the way our mouths were connected by the ring gag, twisting our heads to follow the deliveryman’s movements was a futile effort. The metal ring kept us locked in a constant, intimate kiss, our gazes only able to flicker in the general vicinity of his shadowy form as he moved around the room. The leather straps that held the ring in place were tight, allowing for only the slightest of movements. The lack of control, the inability to communicate, it was a strange sort of hell that I found myself oddly enjoying.
But all thoughts of discomfort disappeared as the vibrations grew more intense, the deliveryman increasing the speed of the wand via a remote control he held in his hand. My eyes rolled back in my head, my moans muffled by Jessica’s tongue as the pleasure built to a crescendo. My body tensed, every muscle tightening as an orgasm approached. It hit me like a freight train, a wave of pure ecstasy that had me arching my back and grinding down onto the wand with all my might.
Jessica’s response was instantaneous, her body mirroring my own as she too climaxed. Our moans grew louder, the leather straps of the gag stretching as our jaws as we fought for control in a twisted sort of game of tug of war. Our heads moved back and forth in silent, frantic motions, our breaths mingling in ragged gasps around the cold metal. The ropes that bound us both grew damp with our combined sweat, sticking to our skin and making the restraints even more uncomfortable.
“Beautiful,” the deliveryman murmured, watching our bodies contort in a silent symphony of pleasure. He took a step closer, his eyes raking over us with a possessive hunger. “Are you two enjoying your little bondage playdate?”
We couldn’t answer, of course, not with our mouths bound so tightly together by the ring gag. Our only response was to whine and moan into each other’s mouths, the leather straps stretching with our desperate attempts to breathe and express our pleasure. He took his time walking around us, savoring every second of our bound forms, our breasts heaving with every gasp for air.
“Good, because I’m going to leave you two like this for a few hours. Oh, and because I’m such a nice guy I’ll set the wands to change patterns every five minutes,” the deliveryman said with a chuckle, the sound of his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “It’s going to be a long night, so be sure to enjoy each other’s company.”
“A couple hours!?” I mumble yelled into Jessica’s mouth, my voice muffled by the ring gag. Panic began to set in as the deliveryman’s words sank in. He just chuckled and gave my ass a playful slap before walking away, his footsteps fading as the barn door slammed shut.
Jessica mumbled into my mouth something that sounded suspiciously like ‘hey come on this ain’t so bad’ her words sending vibrations down the metal ring, and into my skull. I rolled my eyes again, though she couldn’t see it, and pulled against the ropes. The fur beneath us was sticking to our skin, a warm cocoon of sorts.
The first hour was a blur of sensations. The vibrating wands didn’t let up, switching patterns every five minutes as promised. It was a relentless assault on our senses, a symphony of pleasure that left us both panting and squirming on the rug. I’d lost track of time, the only indication of its passing was the increasing ache in my jaw and the sticky warmth between my legs. The vibrations grew more intense, each pulse sending waves of pleasure crashing through us.
The second hour was when things really started to get interesting. By that point, Jessica and I had grown accustomed to the ring gag, our tongues playing together in a silent dance of submission. We’d found a rhythm, a way to breathe and moan that was almost harmonious. Our eyes never left each other’s, the only means of communication beyond the difficult to translate mumbles we shared.
With each pattern change, our bodies responded differently. Sometimes it was a sharp intake of breath, a gasp or a moan. Other times it was a shiver, or a jerk of the hips. And always, it was the look in the other’s eyes that told us what the other was feeling. Jessica’s pupils would dilate, her eyes rolling back slightly when the vibrations hit just right, and I would feel a corresponding pulse between my own legs. We were bound not just by rope and metal, but by the shared experience of pleasure and pain.
But as the second hour came to a close, the batteries in the wands finally succumbed to the relentless onslaught of pleasure, their buzzing fading into a mournful whine before dying out completely. The sudden cessation of the vibrations left us both trembling in the aftermath, our bodies still bound and our senses on high alert. The silence was almost deafening, the only sounds in the room were our muffled groans of disappointment and the steady thud of our racing hearts.
After being thrown off the cliff into a pool of ecstasy in a seemingly endless cycle of pleasure, the sudden silence was like a cold slap in the face. For thirty minutes, Jessica and I lay there, bound and gagged, our bodies trembling from the aftershocks of our shared climaxes. The fur rug beneath us was soaked with our sweat and desire, and without the constant distraction of the vibrators, the growing ache in my neck from the ring gag became more apparent with every second that ticked by.
Finally the sound of footsteps approached, the deliveryman’s boots echoing through the barn’s rafters. Jessica’s and my eyes met again, a silent exchange of relief and dread. He walked back into the room, his eyes scanning our bound forms with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. The silence had been almost unbearable, a real contrast to the overwhelming symphony of sensation we’d experienced with the vibrators.
“Sounds like you two exhausted your little toys,” the deliveryman’s voice cut through the heavy silence like a knife. “Well ladies it’s close to 1:00 in the morning so I’ll allow you two another hour of play, but then it’s off to bed.” He knelt between us, a hint of sadism in his tone.
We moaned as the wands were simultaneously pulled from our slickness, the sudden absence of their bulbous still forms leaving me feeling oddly empty. The deliveryman stood over us, his eyes gleaming with the same excitement that had been present since he first set eyes on us. He took in our bound forms, a smug smile playing on his lips as he noted the way our bodies were contorted from the relentless pleasure.
“Well, with your toys dead I think we need to change things up a bit,” the deliveryman said, his voice filled with a dark excitement that sent shivers down my spine. He walked off, and the sound of his boots grew fainter as he moved away from us. Jessica and I could only watch each other, our eyes wide with anticipation as we listened to the jingle of metal. We had no idea what he had in store for us next, but the thrill of the unknown was part of the allure.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my hip, rolling me onto my side. The pressure on the ropes was intense, my body protesting the movement after being in the same position for so long. Then, a cold, silicone phallus was slid into my pussy, sending a jolt of surprise and pleasure through me. The deliveryman worked quickly, wrapping a piece of leather around my waist and buckling it tightly into place, securing the phallus inside me. I squirmed, feeling incredibly filled and exposed, my breath hitching in my throat.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the deliveryman manhandle Jessica’s bound body until she was lying on her side, facing me, just as he had found me earlier in the night when he’d first arrived at my house. A jolt of realization shot through me as I took in the sight of the contraption he’d just secured around my waist. It was a double-sided strap-on, with a dildo for Jessica and a plug for me. The realization of what was about to happen made my heart race and my stomach flip.
With a cruel twist of his wrist, the deliveryman slid Jessica’s thong to the side, exposing her already soaking wet pussy. She whimpered against the ring gag, her eyes wide and pleading as he positioned the dildo at her entrance. He took his time, teasing her with the head of the toy, making her squirm and beg for more. Finally with a smirk, he pushed it in, the slickness of her arousal allowing it to glide in with ease. Jessica’s eyes rolled back, and she let out a muffled scream that was only amplified by the ring gag.
Once Jessica was fully impaled on the strap-on, the deliveryman took a short rope and connected it to the ropes that bound her knees, then looped it around my own. He pulled tight, ensuring our knees were connected, and we were both utterly incapable of breaking free from each other. This new link was both thrilling and terrifying. The feeling of being so utterly at his mercy, my body connected to Jessica’s, was a level of vulnerability I had never experienced before.
The sensation of being intertwined with Jessica like this was ten times that of having our previous crotchropes connected. The slightest twitch from either of us sent waves of pleasure through the other. That said the ache in my neck was now beginning to drown out some of that pleasure. As if sensing this, the deliveryman reached down and loosened the straps holding our heads together, allowing us to breathe properly again…for a moment at least.
Tilting Jessica’s head to the angle mine had been in, he re-buckled the gag back into her mouth, joining our mouths in a kiss once again. I felt a wave of relief as the pressure on my neck eased slightly, the ability to take a deeper breath filling me with a strange sort of comfort. The new angle eased the stress on my neck muscles, but the ring gag still held me in a vice-like grip, reminding me that true freedom was still out of reach.
“Alright you two, you can now relax or keep playing with each other as you wish,” the deliveryman said, his voice a low purr that sent a shiver down my spine. "I'm going to go get ‘our’ sleeping accommodations ready.” With a wink, he disappeared once more leaving us to our fate.
Slumping my head against the rug, I took a deeper inhale of relief. The sudden pressure on my neck had dissipated, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to bask in the slight reprieve. But Jessica, it seemed, wasn’t quite as eager for respite as I was. Her body began to shift, her hips moving almost imperceptibly at first before she pulled back and impaled herself onto the strap-on.
The phallus buried Inside her eliciting a guttural groan from her, the vibrations from her side sending ripples of pleasure through the one lodged within me. I moaned in surprise, my body was worn out, but my arousal hadn’t waned. Her movements grew more bold, her hips bucking against mine in a silent plea for more. The deliveryman had left us in a state of constant need, a delicious torment that neither of us could escape from.
Given I was wearing the strap-on I knew I had more power in this particular moment. So fighting through my exhaustion I began to meet Jessica’s thrusts with my own, the feeling of her body against mine, the way her breasts pressed into mine as we moved together, it was intoxicating. It took awhile to find the right rhythm, but when we did it was like we were one being, our moans and gasps matching in intensity.
Given that the plug inside of me was shorter than the dildo in Jessica, I had to work extra hard to achieve the sensation she was getting from each thrust. But as our bodies synced together, I felt a renewed energy surge through me. Our breaths grew ragged, muffled by the ring gag, but our eyes remained locked, the only real form of communication we had left.
Our tongues danced together once more, tasting the sweetness of each other’s desperation and need, as our hips moved in an erotic dance dictated by the merciless bondage. The fur of the rug felt like it was alive beneath us, our bodies sliding and sticking with each thrust. The pressure from the plug was intense, and every movement sent waves of pleasure rippling through my body. The ache in my jaw was a constant reminder of our predicament, but it only served to fuel my arousal.
Time passed in a haze of pleasure and pain, our bodies moving together in a silent dance as we worked together to achieve the ultimate release. Jessica’s hips slammed into mine with increasing urgency, the leather straps of the strap-on slapping against my skin with each movement. The pressure on the plug inside of me grew more intense, my body tightening around it as I neared my own climax.
Then…it happened, the crescendo we’d been building towards. Ten minutes of unbridled passion, our bodies bound and yet moving together in perfect harmony, our muffled moans the only soundtrack to our silent symphony. The pressure in my abdomen grew, my muscles tightening around the plug, and with one final, desperate thrust, I felt Jessica’s body spasm around the dildo. Our eyes met in a silent scream of pleasure, our bodies locked in a moment of pure ecstasy.
The world around us seemed to melt away as our orgasms crashed through us like a wave. The fur rug beneath us was drenched in our combined juices, the scent of our desire thick in the air. The deliveryman had left us to our own devices, and we’d taken full advantage of it, pushing each other to heights I’d never thought possible in my wildest dreams.
When I came down from my high, however, I realized with a start that Jessica had passed out again. Her eyes were closed, her body limp, the ring gag still strapped firmly in her mouth. Concern flashed through me, but I was too bound to do anything but lay there, panting heavily, my own body still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure.
I moaned and probed Jessica’s cheek with my nose, trying to get any sign of consciousness from her. But she was out cold, her body lying limp against mine, our legs still bound together by the rope linking our knees. Concern started to gnaw at me. She’d passed out twice now, and the deliveryman’s carelessness was starting to worry me. But then again, was this all part of his plan? To push us to the brink of exhaustion and see how much we could take?
As the minutes ticked by I couldn’t help wonder if Jessica had some sort of a condition, sure I had passed out my first time with the deliveryman too but not like this. My heart raced as I felt the stickiness of the fur beneath us, a testament to the intensity of our encounter. I was torn between the euphoria of my recent climax and the creeping fear for Jessica’s well-being.
Footsteps approached, and the deliveryman’s shadow loomed over us again. He chuckled at the sight of Jessica’s unconscious form, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear, but she remained unresponsive. “Does she always do this?” he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and curiosity. I mumbled something unintelligible through the ring gag, “hmm, let me try something.”
The deliveryman pulled out a small plastic bottle and waved it under Jessica’s nose. The scent was pungent, like a mix of rubbing alcohol and something sour, and it hit me like a punch in the gut. Jessica’s eyes fluttered open, and she took a deep breath, her body visibly recoiling at the smell. I felt a sense of relief as she regained consciousness, but that feeling was quickly overshadowed by the panic etched into her eyes. She tried to sit up but the ropes held her firmly in place, the dildo still embedded inside her.
“Relax girl, I think you’re just a little dehydrated. It's time to get you two something to drink and then we’ll hit the sack…now no talking unless I say so,” the deliveryman said, his tone switching from one of playful dominance to one of serious command.
He unbuckled the ring gag from Jessica’s mouth and then mine, and the sudden relief was like a cool breeze after a hot summer day. We both gasped for air, our mouths dry from the metal and our jaws aching from being stretched open for so long. The deliveryman offered us each a bottle of water, which we greedily drank from, the cool liquid soothing our parched throats.
“You two were quite the entertaining little sluts,” he said with a smirk, watching us drink with a satisfied gleam in his eyes as he held the bottles to our mouths. “But now it's time for bed." He began to untie the ropes that connected our bodies, our skin sticky with sweat and need. The fur clung to us as we were freed, a tangible reminder of the intense experience we’d just shared.
The removal of the strap-on was a strange mix of relief and disappointment. The sudden lack of fullness inside of me made me feel empty, but the reprieve from the constant pressure was a welcome sensation. Jessica’s eyes were still wide with shock, but she nodded slightly as the deliveryman carefully pulled the dildo out of her.
With the toy removed, the deliveryman’s attention shifted to the intricate web of ropes that held us captive. He began to untie us with the same meticulous care he’d used to bind us, his movements efficient and practiced. First, the ropes around our knees, then the ones connecting our elbows. The release of tension sent a rush of blood through our limbs, the pain of circulation returning a sharp reminder of the reality of our situation.
Lastly, the deliveryman untied the ropes from our chests, and I took a deep breath, feeling my lungs expand slightly, the corset was still cinching me tightly so I couldn’t yet take a full breath. With a final tug, he removed the last of the ropes that had kept us bound so intimately together, leaving only the ones around our ankles and wrists. My body felt both relieved and strangely abandoned without the constant pressure of the bondage.
Laying my head back on the rug, I watched the deliveryman lift Jessica’s limp body with surprising gentleness. Her head lolled against his shoulder, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused. Despite the exhaustion etched on her face, she had an almost serene expression, the candlelight played off the sweat that glistened on her skin, casting flickering shadows across her body.
Jessica’s legs swung slightly as he carried her out of the room, the fishnet stockings stretching with each step he took. Once they were out of view it was just me and the soft whirr of the camera still recording my every move. I was so tired that the thought of moving was almost painful, but the anticipation of what would come next was like a drug in my bloodstream. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep until he allowed it.
It wasn't long, maybe five or ten minutes, before the deliveryman returned, his boots heavy on the floorboards as he stomped back into the room. “Alright, pet, time to get up,” he said, his voice a firm command. I groaned, my body feeling like it had been put through a wringer. But I obeyed, pushing myself into a sitting position. The corset was still cinched tightly around my waist, the leather of the collar biting into my neck.
But to my surprise, instead of scooping me up in his arms and carrying me out of the room like he had Jessica, the deliveryman dragged me by my arms to one of the wooden stools set up nearby. Gently he bent me over the cold, hard wood, my breasts squishing against the unforgiving surface. My heart raced in my chest, and a fresh wave of arousal washed over me as his calloused hands ran over my bound form.
“Alright Jewels, I need a quickie before we crash,” the deliveryman said, his voice thick with desire as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. My brows furrowed in confusion until I heard the soft thud of fabric hitting the floor, the unmistakable sound of his pants dropping to the ground. He stepped closer, the warmth of his body pressing against my back as he positioned himself behind me.
I needed no further instruction, my body responding instinctively to his dominance. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him, the sound of the corset rubbing against the wood of the stool. The tip of his cock nudged at my entrance, and despite my weariness, I found myself arching my back, silently begging for more.
The deliveryman wasted no time with preamble this go-around, no time with teasing, and no time with setting the scene. His hands were firm on my hips, and I felt the shaft of his cock slam into me, the suddenness of it making me gasp. There was no need to warm me up as I was already slick from the hours of play, my body still desperate for the release he could give me.
He didn't give me time to adjust either, instead he fucked me like he had been waiting for this moment all night. His thrusts were deep and punishing, the wood of the stool digging into my stomach as he pounded into me with a ferocity that seemed to match his earlier excitement at our bondage performance at my home. Each time he slammed into me, the leather corset dug into my skin, the discomfort adding to the pleasure.
My legs, still bound by the ropes, had gone almost numb from the lack of blood flow, but I felt them begin to tingle as the deliveryman’s rhythm picked up. I could feel the beginnings of a climax building deep within me, a pressure that grew with each of his thrusts. The room grew hazy as I lost myself in the sensation, my eyes squeezed shut tightly. The only sounds were the slap of skin on skin and the harsh grunts of the deliveryman’s exertion.
“Scream for me slut, I want your little friend to hear all the way from my bedroom how much you’re enjoying this,” the deliveryman growled into my ear, his breath hot and ragged. His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I did as I was told. The sound that escaped my throat was a mix between a whine and a scream, echoing through the barn, as I climaxed with a force that left me trembling.
He came quickly after, his hips jerking against my ass as he emptied himself inside of me. He held me there, his grip tightening almost painfully on my hips as his cock pulsed with each spurt of cum. The feeling of his seed filling me was overwhelming, and were I not overcome by a strange sense of pride knowing that I had satisfied him so completely, I would have once again thanked my lucky stars for the implant under my arm.
“Good girl,” With a final smack to my ass that stung through the haze of pleasure, the deliveryman's words sent a jolt through my body, reinforcing my submission. He pulled out of me, and I felt a strange sense of loss as the fullness left my pussy. He tucked his still-hard cock back into his pants, zipping and buckling with efficient, practiced movements.
Lifting me with ease, he hoisted me over his shoulder. My legs dangled behind him, and the corset bit into my waist as I was forced to bend at an awkward angle. Despite the pain, a thrill raced through me at his display of strength and dominance.
The walk back to the farmhouse was a blur, my eyes still hazy from the intense orgasm that had ripped through me. The deliveryman carried me like a prize, his steps sure and strong despite my weight and the exhaustion that I knew must be weighing him down as well. The night air was cool against my flushed skin, sending shivers down my spine as we moved away from the warmth of the barn. The stars above twinkled like distant candles, their light fading in and out of focus with each step he took.
From my position it was a strange view, upside down and bobbing with every step, but I could make out the farmhouse in the distance. It was lit up like a beacon contrasting against the inky blackness surrounding it. The decent sized two story home looked warm and inviting despite the eerie silence that surrounded the area.
Getting dizzy I lowered my head and closed my eyes, too tired to take in every detail of the deliveryman's home as we entered the farmhouse. Once inside he carried me up a flight of stairs, his hand firmly gripping my thigh, keeping me in place. With each step he took, the wooden floorboards creaked as we neared our final destination of the day.
When we finally reached the master bedroom, the light was dim, with only a single lamp casting a warm glow. My eyes snapped open, and I took in the sight of Jessica on the left side of a large four-poster bed. She was dressed in the same erotic lingerie as before, her wrists still bound behind her back with the same soft red rope, her ankles were no longer tied as she was snoozing peacefully. Her high heels were still on, and she was laying there as if she had been placed there as a decorative centerpiece.
The deliveryman set me down gently on the right side of the bed, and I felt the ropes around my ankles being untied. The relief was immediate, the blood rushing back into my feet with a pins and needles sensation that was both painful and exhilarating. I then watched as he walked over to a dresser and pulled out a pair of leather blindfolds.
With a smirk, he approached Jessica first, her eyes still shut as she lay on the bed. He gently slipped the leather over her eyes, the soft sound of her breathing the only noise in the room. She didn't flinch, another clear sign she was fast asleep or too exhausted to move. He fixed it tightly around her head, ensuring she wouldn't see a thing asleep or not. Then he turned to me, and I watched with a mix of excitement and trepidation as he repeated the action. The sudden darkness was jarring, but it also heightened my other senses, making my heart pound in anticipation of what was to come.
The deliveryman's footsteps padded around the bed as he began to strip away his own clothing. The rustle of fabric and the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor were the only indications of his movements. My mind raced, imagining him standing there, naked and powerful, deciding our fates for the night. I could feel the heat radiating from his body as the bed shifted and he slid between us.
I could hear him pull Jessica into his side, and without missing a beat, I mirrored the motion, wrapping my right leg over his, the strap of my high heel caressing his calf. His arm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer, and the heat of his body was like a furnace against my cooling skin. The deliveryman leaned down and whispered in my ear, his breath tickling my lobe.
"Good night, slave." The words sent a shiver down my spine as I felt his lips press into my temple. It felt like both a declaration of his ownership and a promise of more to come. Despite the pain and the fear, the sound of his voice and the feel of his body against mine made me feel safe, like I belonged in this twisted little world he'd created for us.
It was the first time I had a real chance to talk, to argue, to plead for the videos not to be shared online, to get to know just who he was and all I could do was lie there, breathless and exhausted, feeling his warmth beside me. The cold leather of my blindfold was the only thing keeping reality in check, because if I didn't have it on, I might just believe that this was a dream. A wild, kinky, and utterly overwhelming dream that I didn't want to wake up from.
"Good night… master," I murmured back, my voice a mere breath, the words slipping out without a second thought. I felt a thrill at the sound of his chuckle, a low rumble against my back. He didn't correct me, and the silence that followed was filled with the weight of unspoken understanding. Closing my eyes, I allowed the exhaustion to overtake me, my body relaxing against the firmness of his.