IT --- Story told to me last night by Major

12-30-11

She's going about her normal business around the house, and the black leather gloves just come out of nowhere, and clamp over her mouth and around her neck. A black leather hood is pulled over her head, the gloved hand still over her mouth, keeping her silent. She is stripped naked, and her panties are stuffed into her mouth, before being quickly taped over with duct tape. She is half-dragged, half-carried to the bed, and tied spread to the bedposts. She is tied tightly enough that she can't move or struggle enough to get loose.

A Hitachi is taped to her cunt and secured so that it can't be moved. It's turned on high. The door closes and footsteps echo as they move down the hallway. An hour goes by; the bed has become a lake, and it has become nothing more than a whimpering, cringing, restrained mass.

He comes home. Footsteps up the hallway. The door to the bedroom opens, and then there is only silence. It is on the edge, and needs to come. The Hitachi is pulled away. It strains and whimpers, so close, not understanding why, just needing a bit more to come. The knots press into it when it pulls, but the Hitachi doesn't return. Hands run up its legs, but don't touch where it wants. It feels a hand on the hood, "no please don't take off the hood!" it thinks, but the hand only tightens the knots on the back of the hood, making sure it's on securely. Up the hips and caressing its breasts, and then the hands leave.

His cock pushes up against it, and slowly pushes in. Now it will be able to come; It only needs a push, it is so close. His cock goes in so slowly it's torture and it can't reach. It whimpers, desperate to communicate that it needs to come and can't hold on, but can't reach either. His cock grinds into the back wall now, having moved slowly in, filling it up completely, and then ever so slowly begins to withdraw. It whimpers, trying to keep Him inside, desperate. His tip lingers and stops just before exiting. He stays just inside for an eternity and then it hears a voice so close. "Come. Come on My cock." His cock rams back in, and it reaches the brink. The bucket tips, and it comes, pulling so tightly that the ropes dig in as He comes, too.

His cock slips out, and it relaxes. Used and given purpose, it is content. The Hitachi is strapped back in place and turned on high. It is left there again so that it will be ready again the next time He wants to use it. The door closes, and His footsteps echo down the hallway as He leaves.