Closing the deal - Part 2
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Jesse woke up and rolled over. Her jaw and legs were a little stiff, but that
was nothing compared to the cramps in her arms. She struggled in her
straitjacket, trying to flex the muscles in her arms. She looked at the alarm
clock. 3:26 AM. She looked at me as I was dreaming peacefully.
She remembered falling asleep while she was locked in the basement while gagged.
The gag was gone and she could move her legs. She was glad I had removed those
restraints. She shivered at the thought of how she'd feel right now had she
still been trussed up in the basement like she was earlier.
She thought about her time in her straitjacket so far. About 7 hours so far. 10%
passed. She thought about the events so far. Already one of her limits had been
broken and things were not turning out the way Jesse thought they would go. She
looked at me again and decided not to wake me up. After fighting her
straitjacket a little more, she tried to go to sleep again. She managed for
about 45 minutes. The cramps wouldn't let her sleep. She flexed and struggled to
work the cramps down. The thong and the crotch straps of the straitjacket were
digging into her flesh and were starting to hurt badly as well. She let out a
small groan and stared at me. She really didn't want to wake me up and tried to
relax and not concentrate on the feeling of the ben-wa balls inside her, her
very stiff arms and the thong and straps.
At 6 AM, she rolled against me, trying to nudge me awake. She kept bugging me
until I woke up. When I opened my eyes, a smile came to my face. ``How are you
doing sweetie?'' I asked her. ``Please let me out Bill. I hurt all over and I
need to pee.''
``What do I get if I let you out now?'' I asked her. ``No pee in the bed and I
just might forgive you for gagging me last night'', she replied with a snarl.
I grabbed my keyring and unlocked all padlocks, then unstrapped Jesse's
straitjacket. Jesse sped off towards the restroom and returned a couple of
minutes later, without the thong leo. She only wore her leggings and was working
the kinks out of her arm muscles, stretching and flexing as she sat down on the
bed. She had also gotten rid of the ben-wa balls. As she lay down on her
stomach, I straddled her and massaged her shoulders and arms.
``You're doing great sweetie, 9 hours so far in your straitjacket. How long of a
break are you going to take now?'' I asked her. ``9 hours? We started at 8:15 PM
last night. It's now 6:15 AM. That's 10 hours'', she replied. ``Nope. Only full
hours in your straitjacket count, remember? I let you out of your straitjacket
at 6:05 AM and it was 8:20 PM by the time your straitjacket was locked on you
yesterday. That's 9 hours, 45 minutes, which counts as 9 hours.''
``Damn'', Jesse cursed, ``This is nasty. Ah... that hits the spot. Please
continue sweetie... I was so pissed off when you gagged me, I vowed to make you
pay for that.'' ``And how were you planning to make me pay?'' I asked. Jesse
grinned: ``That's for me to know and for you to find out.''
Jesse and I talked about her experiences, how she felt and what she expected and
how things were different while I continued to massage her. She confessed that
she had been scared when she was helpless and alone in the basement. We also
discussed the gag more thoroughly and Jesse confessed that in a way, being
forced to wear the gag was humiliating and nasty, but also exciting. She asked
me not to go too far with bending her limits like that though and threatened
that paybacks were hell.
We joked around a little and a few minutes later, we were wrestling on the bed
naked which ended in passionate love making. During sex, I fondled and stroked
and nibbled her breasts, ears and clitoris. That's one thing I wish we had
thought about when we ordered our leather straitjacket. Tit flaps. It sucked
that while she was helplessly restrained in her straitjacket that I couldn't
tease her nipples all that much. As hot as we both were, it wasn't long before
we snuggled together in the afterglow of a matching set of great orgasms.
While laying entwined on the bed, I gave her a passionate kiss on the mouth and
asked her when she'd get back into the straitjacket. Smiling, she rolled over
and picked up her straitjacket from the floor and handed it to me. ``Please put
me back in sweetie. I want to fulfill my promise to you and make those 72
hours.'' She said and stood up for a quick cleanup and a restroom break. I
yelled behind her, asking her what she wanted to wear this time. She didn't
reply until she got back into the bedroom and held her arms outstretched for her
straitjacket. ``Nude will do fine my love'', she grinned.
Once again, I smoothened the leather of her straitjacket against her skin as I
strapped her in tightly and securely. Again I locked every buckle with a
padlock.
She sat down at the dinner table while I made us breakfast. As I fed her
breakfast in small pieces, we joked around and I threatened her about just how
much she was at my mercy and she asked me what the worst was that I could do. I
threatened her with the ball gag, the leather hood and locking her back down in
the basement for the remainder of her 72 hours. She laughed out loud. ``You
would NEVER do that to me sweetie. You wouldn't want to hurt your little
Jesse'', she mocked in a childish voice. ``Don't tempt me sweetie'', I responded
with as much evil as I could manage in my voice.
``You couldn't do that. You have to obey my limits and I have my safeword. And
you could never keep my restrained that long. You'd be too worried'', she said
after some thinking. ``You only asked me not to bend your limits too far. But
since you've already been gagged, that's not a valid limit anymore. And you
vowed to make me pay anyway. How much worse could things get for me? I know you
can easily breathe through the hood so I'm not worried about that either. The
question is, do you dare me to do this to you? Are you THAT certain that you
know me well enough to say that I can't keep you restrained that nastily for
that long?'' was my answer.
``If you even seriously consider doing that to me for that long, you will pay
far more than you can handle. Don't test me. I know you wouldn't be able to keep
me in for that long, but I don't want to try and find out'', Jesse blurted out.
``If you trust your judgment in me that much, why don't you give up your
safeword completely for the remainder of your straitjacket time?'' I lured her.
``Oh no. You won't trick me that easily sweetie'', she said as she saw through
my plan, ``You only want my safeword so you can bust my limits. I know how much
you want to go extreme on me, even for only an hour or two, but I didn't give
you limits to just ignore and abuse them.''
We continued our verbal teasing and sparring for quite a while longer. Jesse was
careful with what she dared me to do and avoided putting her foot in her mouth.
After breakfast, she plopped down on the couch while I turned the TV to the
animal channel for her. I put the dishes into the dishwasher and cleaned up. I
checked my email and chatted for a couple of minutes with a few friends on the
Internet. About an hour and two resume submissions later, I went back to Jesse.
I sat next to her on the couch and she dropped her head in my lap, resting and
watching television. I stroked her hair and asked her if there was anything she
wanted. ``I want you to eat me out please'', she said and blushed a little.
``You're helpless, so that's a big favor to ask me. But I tell you what, I will
lock your high heeled boots on your feet and then I'll eat you out. How does
that sound?'', I asked. Jesse whined and complained and tried to bargain with
me. She hated those 4.5'' stiletto heels. They hurt her feet when she stood on
them, but I wouldn't budge. Eventually she gave in. I got her high heels from
her wardrobe and put them on her feet, laced them up and locked the ankle straps
with 2 padlocks each. I love the look of her standing in high stiletto heels,
but she hates wearing them.
She stood up and twirled around so I could admire her, then sat down on the edge
of the couch and spread her legs so I had all the access I'd need. The straps of
the straitjacket pushed aside as much as possible to open up her sex for my
tongue. I sat down and started by lapping at her cunt. This got Jesse squirming
and her breath started to become erratic. Then I let my tongue explore and
probe, deeper and deeper like a trapped snake trying to find its way. My teeth
gently scratched while my lips nibbled. Jesse loved it, that's for sure. She
couldn't sit still and wrapped her legs around me, trying to get me tighter
against her. A soft moan came out of her mouth at regular intervals and she
struggled in her bonds. Her face was an indication of lust, as were the juices I
fed myself on.
Orgasm took quite a while, but she begged me to continue after the first orgasm.
She just loved it. Practice makes perfect and boy, had she forced me to practice
on her...
Eventually I was too tired to continue though. Jesse had a glazed and happy look
in her eyes. I joined her on the couch as we hung back, my arms wrapped around
her and her head leaning on my chest. ``I love you so much sweetie'', she said.
After we had enjoyed our lazy snuggling for about an hour while we talked
dreamily about our love, past bondage sessions and plans for future bondage
sessions, I got up and made lunch for the two of us. As I fed her her lunch, she
asked me to see if I could massage her arms a little. She was getting stiff and
sore inside her restraints but didn't want to be released just yet. I rubbed her
arms and shoulders as best as I could, and I could see on her face that it
helped just enough to make a difference. She then asked if I could please take
off the boots, but I refused.
After lunch, I told Jesse that since I had nothing better to do, I might as well
go to town and pick up some stuff so I could work on our basement. It was
destined to become our playroom but there was a lot of work to be done. Jesse
wasn't too happy about me having to leave the house for a while and asked if I
could free her from her straitjacket so she could at least help with the
shopping. I declined her offer but told her she could come along with me if she
wanted to in her straitjacket and boots.
Before I left, I helped Jesse into a pair of jeans that covered part of her
boots and a little of the straitjacket. She looked wonderful and I decided that
she was coming with me on this little trip. She protested as I pushed her
towards the car, teetering on her heels. I ended up putting her over my shoulder
and carrying her into her seat. I put the seatbelt around her and got into the
car myself while Jesse was yelling at me. ``Relax sweetie, with your back to the
seat, the straps can't be seen at all and it just looks like you have your arms
crossed unless people look closely. While we're driving nobody will notice. And
when we get into town, I'll cover you with a blanket and you can pretend to
sleep'', I told her.
I got the glare of doom and a small shiver went up my spine. I would pay for
doing this to her. Jesse gave me the silent treatment and didn't say anything at
all during our trip to the DIY store. The parking lot was quiet and I parked
where nobody was walking around at that time, then covered Jesse with the
blanket. ``Hurry back sweetie'', she said. I kissed her passionately on her
mouth before I locked the car doors behind me.
It's a good thing we have a large car, with a carrier on the roof. By the time I
was done, it was packed with large pieces of thick foam, some wood, tools,
paint, glue, hooks, rings. Almost everything I think that was needed in our
playroom.
As we drove home, I pulled Jesse's blanket away so I could stare and admire her
again.
When we got home, I unloaded the car and took everything to the basement. When I
was done, I helped Jesse go to the restroom. I gave her another semi-massage
when she asked me to let her out, but didn't let her out of her straitjacket or
heels.
After feeding Jesse dinner, piece by piece, I cleaned up while she lay/sat down
on the couch, watching television. After cleaning, I went downstairs to the
basement to start working on our playroom. An hour and a half later, Jesse
teetered in, her face a grimace of pain due to the high heels. She had managed
to climb down the stairs and walk to the basement rooms in them. I felt so proud
when I saw her standing there. I held out my arms as she moved slowly towards
me, falling into my arms and I held her in a tight hug and kissed her. ``Hiya
beautiful! What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?'' I told her.
Jesse groaned: ``I missed you sweetie. These heels are killing me. Please unlock
them sweetie.'' ``Why don't you lie down on that mattress sweetie?'' I replied,
trying to avoid having to refuse her yet again. I wasn't about to let her out
until she safeworded but hoped it would take another few hours before she would.
Jesse sighed knowingly, and carefully sat down on the mattress in the middle of
the room I was working on. She noticed how quickly things seemed to be going. I
had the thick padding glued to the walls all around already, with only an
opening for the door. I sat down next to her with a few lengths of rope in my
hands. Jesse felt a sense of foreboding but let me ease her on her back. I felt
for the eyebolts in the floor and shifted Jesse until she was positioned
perfectly, then tied her head, chest, neck and waist tightly down. She couldn't
move her upper body at all when I was done. I removed her jeans and tied down
her knees, ankles and thighs too, spread obscenely.
``Hmmm... I like this'', she said with a lustful and playful tone in her voice.
I left and returned with shaving cream, razor and after-shave. ``Oh no'', she
groaned, ``Please don't shave me. I hate how it itches sweetie''. ``And you know
how much I like it. You should just keep yourself smooth so it won't itch'', I
said. Unable to move at all, Jesse rested in her fate as I lathered up the brush
and started to liberally apply shaving cream on her sex. She started to moan
again in arousal. She loved the attention she was getting.
Very carefully, I shaved away all the shaving cream, removing all hair while
doing so. Feeling evil, I put a little after-shave on my hands and rubbed it
into Jesse's crotch. Jesse deeply inhaled as the burning sensation passed and
muttered: ``You sick bastard... I love you so much.''
``I love you so much as well sweetie'', I replied as I slowly moved an ice cube
around on the skin I had just shaved. Jesse shivered and grinned, saying nothing
as I made my circles smaller and smaller and put the ice cube inside her for her
to melt. I got up and continued working on the room.
Around 10 PM, I went up to get something to drink, and brought a glass of
Sangria along for her. I stared at her beautiful bound form as I helped her sip
her drink. ``Would you like to sleep down in here tonight, or in the bedroom?'',
I asked. ``What kind of stupid question is that? You know I want to sleep with
you in the bedroom'', Jesse replied. ``Well, it just means I am going to let you
out now'', I answered as I kissed her passionately on her face. Lying semi on
top of her, I continued to kiss her and play with her hair. ``Please don't...'',
she started as I kissed her passionately on her mouth again. I moved to her ear
and started to gently nibble on it. She couldn't move out of the way at all and
just had to endure the sensations, getting more and more aroused. I felt her
hairless pussy and inserted my finger. Jesse tried to move her crotch to my
finger as much as the ropes allowed and sighed in frustration as I sat up,
kissed her again quickly and started to untie the ropes.
``You insufferable bastard....'' she grinned. ``What? Don't you want me to untie
you?'' I asked. Jesse thought about it, orgasm and spending the night bound
tightly to the floor in the basement, or no orgasm and spending the night in
bed. ``If you sleep down here next to me, I'd like to stay here'', Jesse said
with a fake pouty face. ``Deal!'', I said and kissed her passionately on the
face again. I teased, fingered, nibbled, licked and kissed her to orgasm before
I untied the ropes and unbuckled the straitjacket to let Jesse out. ``14
continuous hours. Congratulations sweetie. You're at 23 hours now and doing
wonderfully'', I said proudly.
Jesse beamed proudly and hugged me with all her might. She wrapped her arms
around my neck, jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me
passionately. ``Please unlock the boots too Bill, my feet are sore beyond
belief. I know you love the look of these heels, but they're murder'', Jesse
complained. I removed her boots and massaged some feeling back into her arms,
shoulders and feet.
Minutes later, Jesse was helping me put up the canvas-backed leather `wallpaper'
over the thick foam covered walls. Together it was difficult enough to put up
without any creases, something I wouldn't have managed by myself.
When we were done, we cuddled a little before I put Jesse back into her
straitjacket and tied her down securely to the eyebolts on the floor. I covered
the two of us with a blanket, rested my arm and head on Jesse's chest and dozed
off after a tiring but great day.
End of part 2
