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Tightest free porn video
Tightest
By LindaK
Disclaimer: Yes, I realize leaving someone alone is dangerous and
unethical. I never do that to the submissives that I have bound. This
is a work of fiction so I have no issues with how I describe the victim's
situation.
Tight...Tighter...Tightest
It was a game they liked to play from time to time. As her bondage skills
improved, he learned that it was harder to get out of it than before.
Eventually, he stopped being able to escape. That's when it truly became
bondage. That's when he learned that she was in charge.
She loved the newfound dominance. Seeing her man helpless made her wet.
Seeing her man looking more like a woman than he should made her flushed
and seeing her man mincing in higher heels than she had ever worn made
her orgasm more than she had in their ten year marriage.
The first gag was a small ball with a string. She pulled it snuggly and
tied it with a bow. It was tight but by relaxing his jaw and pushing with
his tongue, he was able to pop it out. Tight wasn't enough. The next gag
had a strap and a panel. The inside of the panel had a ball. She pulled
the strap tight and then tighter. There was no pushing the ball out of
this gag but he could still vocalize and she could still hear him
begging. Tighter wasn't enough. The latest gag had many parts to it. The
panel and strap were the same but the ball was replaced with an
inflatable penis and side wings that expanded his cheeks. He looked a
little nervous as she guided the deflated bag into his mouth and his eyes
grew wide at the sound of the lock on the strap. Three pumps and the gag
was tight. Two more and it was tighter. He mewed as best he could but the
pressure of his cheeks against the strap made it difficult. Two more slow
squeezes of the bulb and the growing cock was threatening to touch his
gag reflex. He focussed on breathing slowly and carefully. There was no
attempt to speak. She smiled and thought... "This is the tightest."
Her rope work took the same path as the gag. The sex shop plastic cuffs
were tight. The clothesline from the garage was tighter. The bondage
rope and straps used with skill from her lessons at the local bondage
munch was the tightest. He no longer escaped from her bondage.
She found herself liking this control. Research led her to their next set
of adventures.
He found wearing a full coverage bra and girdle uncomfortable while doing
the weekend chores. The pantyhose was hot and the 1" t-strap shoes were
an inconvenience as well as a bit embarrassing as the heels tapped on the
tiles. Overall, everything felt...tight. Of course he couldn't complain
because the gag was their tightest.
Seeing her man wearing her hand me down tops and squirming in the skin-
tight jeans made her squeeze her legs together. She easily transitioned
his outfits to the next level.
He thought wearing a loose dress was going to be more comfortable than
those skinny jeans. She decided that half measures were inexcusable so...
The breast forms were glued on for the weekend. The D cup four clip band
brassiere felt so much tighter than his first bra. The girdle was
replaced with a corset that extended from the bottom of the bra to just
below his groin. The dress was cut low to show his new cleavage which was
freshly waxed to match with the rest of his body. She demanded that he
maintain a hair free condition. The shoes were now 3" stilettos for his
chores, 4" for lounging and 5" when she wanted him pleasuring her in the
bedroom. The entire ensemble was so much tighter than his first forays
into cross dressing.
The sun had worked its way across the sky. He had watched the shadows
move from midday to afternoon and then disappear. From his perch he
watched through the picture window as the streetlights came on.
Eventually and with relief, he saw her headlights turn into the driveway,
they briefly flashed on his form and he wondered again if anyone could
see him.
A few minutes later he heard the door open and the sounds of her entry.
Keys jangled into the dish by the closet, the closet door slid open and
hangers scratched along the rod. The door slid closed and her heels
tapped along the hallway as she casually strode into the kitchen. He
heard the refrigerator door open and the sound of a glass being set on
the countertop. Finally, he heard her approach. He thought he could smell
her new perfume but he wasn't sure and he couldn't turn to look at her.
He continued to lay on his perch.
She took a sip and found her fingers sliding into her blouse, her newly
lengthened nail flicking gently on her nipple as she gazed at him. It was
difficult to detect movement from him.
The leather corset that ran from his breasts to his knees had been drawn
completely closed. Taking a full breath would have been impossible
without any other restraints. The locked on ballet shoes forced his feel
into such a delightful arch. She smiled and sipped as she remembered all
the 'encouragement' she had needed to have him learn to walk in them. The
leather armbinder had also been laced closed and then strapped at the
wrists, elbows and around his greatly reduced waist. The yoga had helped
improved his flexibility. The addition of the Sweet Gwen leather hood had
ensured the already tight inflatable cock gag could not be expelled.
Those laces had helped close the hood. The leather straps bit deeply into
his legs making them one. The strap from his ankles to the shoulder
harness made for a beautiful hogtie. The tip of using pillows to raised
his knees and then pulling the connecting strap to its shortest length
ensured that when she removed the pillows he was in an arch. His breasts
barely touched the living room table and she could rock him back and
forth on that amazingly small corseted waist. The final touch of running
another strap from his ankles to the ring on the top of the hood allowed
her to ensure his focus was straight ahead.
As she turned on a lamp he could see his reflection in the bay window.
His heavily mascaraed eyes had streaked as he had suffered the past
several hours. He knew better than to try and beg as the gag tickled his
throat. He needed to focus on each breath and in remaining calm.
"Yes," they both thought...
"This is the tightest."
Arisha
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