Four fantasies

  Sleep Sack
  Muzzle
  Harness
  Cage

Update 2002/08/28: The web shop has updated it's links. I've tried to find the original items and link back to them again, but I'm not 100% sure about the muzzle.
Update 2005/01/06: new links again!

I was going to mention a bracelet locked on, with you having the only key. It can probably be worn at work, so is an almost permanent fixture. Also possible was a collar for a similar reason, but this would be harder at work. However, the desire for these have lessened, because wearing the earring is a permanent mark of my ownership now.

Instead... the following items and fantasies as to their use have been selected.

Sleep sack

When you ordered that I should go back to this site, I immediately thought of a sleep sack... and was going to combine it with the hood, but this one has the hood with it!

So... you have me tightly encased in the sack, hood on, mask on, gag in. You put a pair of headphones over my ears and play music, so I have absolutely no idea where you are, whether you are even in the room... the only sense of time I have is the music, and it's a CD I don't know, and the songs is a long long repeated one, which may last from 5 minutes to 50 minutes for all I know.... I start drifting off to sleep when I feel a tugging and my left nipple is exposed to air as you pull one of the openings free of the popstuds (there are openings all down the front). It suddenly feels warm and wet and tickles a little as you tease my nipple with your mouth, and then you start tweaking and flicking it with one hand while you expose the other... I know this means you are going to put clamps on me, and I steel myself.... but nothing happens! You don't put the clamps on!

Suddenly the nipple feels on fire! I can't tell if it's hot or cold, and guess you just put an ice cube on it! A whimper forces it way past the gag... and you close the opening with the cube inside, letting it melt and leak cold water down inside, down my body...

You remove the headphones, take the gag out and kiss me on the lips, and transfer another ice cube into my mouth.... "Eat that", you command, and I crunch it and swallow... You kiss me again, and say "Goodnight" and leave my like that... bound, ice cube melting, blindfolded...

Muzzle

I'm tied spreadeagled on the bed... arms and legs tightly stretched, unable to move. My cock is safely locked in the CB-2000 and you want a fuck... you strap my head into the muzzle, ensuring the dildo is well secured. You attach a leash to my collar and pull my head forward roughly, and start sucking on the dildo, trying to deep throat it, trying to reach the muzzle...

You force my head back into the pillow, and smiling fiercly you bring your body forward and lower yourself onto the wet dildo... as you move, the dildo acts as a lever and forces my head to jerk... but that fraction delayed from your own movements that it feels almost alive and responsive to you... all I can see is your hair and your body as it thrusts. You grab my hair and pull it tight, yanking my head forward... and you gasp as this forces the dildo further into you... your jerks wrench my head, pulling my hair in your hands, causing me to groan, a counterpoint to your own moans of pleasure.

You climax and lean forward, covering my head totally, blinding me, causing me to wonder if I'll be able to breath, but then you slowly raise yourself up, leaving a glistening trail behind you on the dildo. You unstrap the muzzle and free the dildo... then release one of my hands and order me "Lick that clean", while you wander into the bathroom muttering something about a different kind of ride.

Harness

You hung me up this morning and left me there. You went out shopping and left me there. I couldn't wank because you'd put the CB-2000 on. I couldn't swing because you'd looped a rope around my legs, so any movement more than a foot or two would cause them to be pulled back. I couldn't even see anything because you'd turned the lights you. All I could do was hang there... waiting. Waiting for you.

I hear a door open, and voices... your voice and someone elses. I wonder if you're going to bring them in and show me off... but after a few minutes the door opens again, and I hear you say goodbye to the other person.

*click* Bright light... I scrinch my eyes closed and slowly open them an adjust to the light, and I see you in front of me... smiling happily. You've just had your hair highlighted again, and your nails painted professionally, and you're looking happy.

You bring out a pair of handcuffs, and cuff my wrists together in front of me, with the chain threaded through the central ring.. then walk behind me.

*smack* My body jerks forward, carried by the momentum imparted by a paddle, is caught by the leg rope, and swings back... into a well timed *smack*.. a few repeats and I'm beginning to whimper when you stop, and walk in front of me... panting a little but smiling heavily.

You glance down and have an evil thought... you get out the bondage tape and start taping my legs together.. from the ankle up to the knee. And then you put on the toe/ankle restraints, so my big toes are tied together and I can't point my toes, leaving my feet flat, parallel to the floor. And then you tickle my soles... you tickle and you tickle and you don't stop tickling... as my legs trash, you grab hold of the rope to stop them moving, and you keep tickling! My screams sound loud to my own ears, and they must have annoyed you enough because you stop and say.. "Next time I'll gag you", turn the light off and leave the room.

Leaving me hanging there.

Cage

It's tight in here... The door is locked, and I'm naked. I can see through the bars you on the bed... you with the key on a chain around your neck... you writhing in pleasure as you play yourself with a dildo and the Hitachi. I can't even wank, the CB-2000 stopping me.

I stare at you longingly as you start to whimper with pleasure, and smile happily as you shudder and climax...

After a time you get up and seem to remember me there in the cage... your hand strays back to the Hitachi, but a determination enters your features, and you walk over to me and start to fondle my hair... "Do you want out?" "Yes, Mistress..." "We'll see... I need to clean up first", and you go to the bathroom, closing the bedroom door behind you.

Time passes and I begin to wonder if you've finished in the bathroom, when I hear the stairs creak... You've left me here!

Eventually the door opens again, and you enter with a mug in your hand, and a straw... you place the mug outside the cage, and pass the straw to me... "Drink up now! Mistress has to go shopping and will be back later", and you leave me again... I drink up like a good little boy and wonder when I will receive my freedom.