Restrained Overstimulation
Hands and feet bound to the bed she laid on, Marie was practically shaking in anticipation. Her husband had told her that he had a surprise planned for her, something she’d wanted for so long, but refused to tell her what. Her breathing and his footsteps were all that could be heard, aside from the occasional soft rustle from her restraints against the bedding.
Her eyes darted around the room, their spare bedroom, so familiar yet unfamiliar too. Then came the blindfold, momentarily stopping her racing mind in its tracks. Now she really didn’t know what was happening, thus she became hyper aware of every little movement she could hear. She was completely at his will, waiting for his next move.
She could hear tape being pulled away from the roll, and knew it would be used on her - but not how. She didn’t have to think on it for too long, though, as she felt it being attached to the top of her thighs, which Shaun lifted up to ensure it was tightly wound around her. Then stillness again, unable to do anything but anticipate the next step or try and work out what he was about to do from sound alone. Maybe this was it, she’d just be left here, waiting and wondering and craving something else - always on edge for something, anything, to happen. And momentarily, that’s exactly what she thought was happening, as Shaun walked out of the room, his footsteps slowly fading away.
Stillness. She was alone and unable to move, unable to look at anything, and only able to think about the many possibilities that could happen to her. She yearned for touch, yearned to be completely under his body weight, still tied up, just completely at his will.
Maybe he’d left their house, after all, she couldn’t hear the door from this far away. Or maybe he was getting implements to use on her.
Then there was the sound of footsteps again, walking up to her, stopping at what she guessed was halfway down the bed. Her hips involuntarily bucked up, towards where she assumed he was stood - which received a soft laugh. Then movement, her legs being pulled up again, by the tape this time. Something was being attached to the tape, pushing against her cunt. She could feel the tape pulling at her skin as it was shifted to make room for whatever it was that he had. It was quite bulky, whatever it was. Then her legs were put down, and she could feel the outline of it.
A magic wand, pressed up against her. It wasn’t on yet, but the feeling was already turning her on. She started grinding against it, desperate from just this alone. Shaun responded to this by applying more pressure, pushing the toy deeper onto her, smirking as she gasped at the sudden change.
“You’re so desperate… maybe I won’t even turn it on, you can cum just from the feeling of the toy, can’t you? That’s terrible….”
“Mmmm… no please… I need it on….” She replied, crying out each word in a desperate plea.
“Really? You need it??”
“I do I do-ahhhh” she moaned, interrupted by the toy suddenly being switched on.
“Well enjoy…” he said, stepping back and removing the pressure from his hand.
She could feel that presence beside her still, watching over her as she squirmed against the toy. He wasn’t touching her, merely looking as she pushed herself against it, unable to move as much as she wanted to, the restraints holding her back. The wand was on full power, bound tightly against her. Her husband occasionally put his hand atop of it, giving her more and more stimulation, until she came for the first time that day.
“Keep at it, you’re not restricted here. Just let your body get what it needs.”
And so she did, having orgasm after orgasm, the toy never slowing down. Occasionally, her husband would pick at the tape, pulling it away from her to keep her on her toes. It wasn’t long until she was begging to stop, overstimulated from the multiple orgasms she’d had.
He picked something up from the floor, and within seconds her breasts were stinging. He was whipping her, over and over, sending pain shooting across her tits. There was no escape from it either, no way to roll over and face the other side. She writhed as much as she could, oftentimes knocking the toy against her clit, causing her to moan louder and louder. With every hit, she loudly gasped, crying out whatever sounds she could muster up.
“You were begging for more earlier… is this not more?”
She couldn’t find the words to respond, loving the pain and overstimulation, especially when they were combined - it hurt, but it hurt so well.
“I’m going to carry on until I’m tired. I don’t care if you are, that doesn’t matter at all to me” he spat, coming down hard on her tits, which were already blooming a brilliant purple. Occasionally, he’d whip her below her tits, aiming for her tired, sore, clit. Whenever he hit her there, she screamed out, not knowing if it was physically possible to take anything more.
Shaun continued playing with her, knowing how much she loved the pain, how much she loved being brought over the edge again and again, until he knew she was coming up to her limit.
The sound of the whip falling to the floor filled the room, and Marie thought she was finally getting a break. She knew her husband far better than that, though, and took a sharp breath in as she waited for his next move, which happened almost immediately after that. He brought both of his hands down onto her sore, inflamed breasts, slapping them before squeezing them with all of his strength, leading Marie to cry out at the pain ricocheting throughout her exhausted body.
“Fuck, you’re so hot like this. I want you like this forever….”
“Mhm… keep me like this…. Just… cumming and being played with… please…” “Maybe next time I just won’t untie you. You’ll be attached to this bed forever, my little toy for whenever I need it…” he replied, slowly taking the blindfold away from her eyes. “But for now… let’s turn this off…” he said, turning the wand off and unsticking it from the makeshift thigh bondage he’d wound around her. “And get you back to reality…”