Chained and waiting for Sir in the basement - [F35/M50], [FEMALE CHASTITY], [CNC], [FREE USE], [HEAVY BONDAGE]
How long had she been down here? There was no way of knowing. Probably only a few weeks, but it might have been months. Time no longer had meaning.
For what might as well have been the millionth time Katie tested her bonds. Sir had manacled her hands behind her back, connecting the heavy, padlocked shackles to a tight belly chain. Her ankles were similarly manacled, and held wide apart by a heavy iron spreader bar. The short, tail end of the belly chain was also padlocked to the middle of the spreader bar, more-or less locking her ankles back near her butt. There was just enough slack that, with some effort, she could flop from a kneeling position, to lying on her belly in a hogtie, to inching her way into a squat. In the last position, she could waddle around a bit, but she would soon be brought up short by the chains anchored to the wall and floor and in turn locked to her thick steel collar and to the spreader. If she wasn’t careful, she’d hit the limit and topple back onto her belly.
The worst (or was it the best?) part of her predicament was the chastity belt. Sir had it custom made for her while they were still chatting online. It had a little nub and chain on the inside of the cunt shield which lightly tapped and rubbed against her clit whenever she moved. It wasn’t something one got used to - the longer she was locked up, the more sensitive her clit became and the more it drove her wild. But there was never enough pressure there to get off completely.
If her mind had ever cleared enough to think about it rationally, Katie might have realised that it was this unabated horniness that led her to meet Sir in person, throwing all sensible precautions to the wind. She hadn’t protested when he told her to leave her phone at home, nor when he had stopped his car behind a factory and made her strip out of her clothes and throw them in a dumpster. In fact, she had been positively excited when he had then handcuffed her hands behind her back, knelt her down in the dirt behind his car and had her suck him off. And she really hadn’t protested when he put her in the trunk, nor when they had arrived at his old house on a country acreage. She had in fact felt both terrified andthrilled when he had shown her the hidden Oak door, with it’s thick bolt and big padlock, hidden behind a hinged bookcase in his neat lounge room. Sir had hinted at his secret basement in their chats online.
It was the boredom she hadn’t been prepared to endure. Sir would abandon her down here for hours or even days at a time, while he went to work, and at least once while he went away on a bucks party long weekend. With nothing to read, nothing to watch and nothing to eat, the only diversion was her own imagination and the pressure of the chain and nub inside her chastity belt.
Katie would pass the hours by flopping onto her belly in her bondage and humping the small stained square of carpet offcut that served as her bed. By gyrating her hips, she would get just a little more pressure on her clit and she would soon be humping vigorously and with increasing tempo until she was sweaty and exhausted.
Eventually, she learned that if she stretched herself to the edge of her heavy collar she could tease her tits around in a circular motion on the cold concrete floor while she thrusted her hips against the carpet. After a thorough workout like this she would be drenched in sweat, grunting, moaning and approaching the edge of orgasm.
Every time she would run out of stamina before getting over the edge, and end up fighting back tears as her precious orgasm, which seemed so close, slowly receded. Soon enough her nipples were red raw and the carpet was sticky with dirt, sweat, tears and the juices which leaked from her angry, swollen and imprisoned cunt.
Back in the present, Katie's heart seemed to miss a beat as she heard the faint and muffled sound of a key rattling in a padlock and a bolt being slid. She could just hear the door at the top of the staircase creak open.
Sir had applied layers of soundproofing to the ceiling and already thick walls of the basement. Something that seemed overkill as the house was set among trees and on several acres. Any cries or screams from down in the basement wouldn’t be heard by the neighbours or passers-by anyway. Presently she heard the sound of heavy boots on the staircase and she started fighting her way into a kneeling position. The basement was a warren of tomb like rooms, and the cell in which Katie was imprisoned was also sealed with a heavy, locked door. Now she heard a key in the lock. She had come to associate Sir’s visits with sex, food and attention.
Remembering how hungry she was, she hoped that he had brought something for her to eat. And maybe he would stay a while and take her over to the mattress in the corner (which her chains wouldn’t let her reach). Sometimes he did that, and even undid her chastity cage for a proper fuck, although the chance of cumming remained slim as he was a master tease.
When the door swung open, Sir stood there in combat boots, tactical trousers and a T-shirt. Sir worked in law enforcement. By the fresh look in his eyes, Katie surmised he must be on his way to work and her heart sank some way, as his pre-work visits were usually brief. But she was buoyed up by the dog bowl in his hand. It would contain the usual mixture of porridge and dog food, but she could also see some pizza crusts in there and what looked in the dim light like carrots and peas.
Sir put the bowl down on an old wooden chair in the corner and started unbuckling his trousers as he approached. Katie was now in the wide kneed kneeling position Sir demanded whenever he entered. She shivered as he twirled her left tit between his thumb and forefinger and with surprising dexterity, slowly rubbed between her legs with his boot.
“Mouth open, Slut. Let’s see how hungry you are.”
Katie tilted her head back, opened her mouth wide and put out her tongue, and looked at him beseechingly.
Sir’s cock was hard, with an exposed, circumcised head and a ring through the tip. He held her by the hair and the jaw and slipped it into her mouth, content initially to leave it there and rock slightly while Katie worked the shaft and the head with her tongue.
Suddenly, he thrust forward, pushing back into her throat. Over the days and weeks, he had been training her to suppress her gag reflex, and now she felt the head of his cock filling her throat. Sir left it there for a second or two, slowly withdrew, and thrust again, more violently, tightly controlling her head with a fist full of hair and a tight grip on her lower jaw.
Soon she was gagging, and Sir was plunging in with a rising staccato rhythm.
“Ugggh. That’s it. Good girl. Fuck that’s tight!”
Minutes passed, he was holding his cock head deeper and longer in her throat with each push and he was ready to explode just as Katie could take it no more.
Somehow she twisted her head and his cock popped out of her mouth just as he exploded, drenching her face in cum. Katie cast her eyes down nervously. She new she was in trouble, but Sir said nothing.
Sir didn’t clean her up. He put his cock back in his trousers and zipped up, turned and retrieved the food bowl from the chair, and placed it down for her gently. Katie looked at the food longingly but, like a well trained dog, she knew better than to eat without permission.
“You hungry?” Sir enquired.
“Yes Sir. May I please eat?”
“Go ahead.”
Katie had discovered that the best way to eat in her bondage was to flop herself on her belly, to worm her way up to the bowl and to plunge her face into the slop. She did this now. However as she tried to gobble up a pizza crust, Sir pushed the bowl a little further with the toe of his boot. He chuckled dryly. Katie moaned and shuffled forward. She reached again and just as she was about to eat, he pushed the bowl away again. Soon she was lying on her side, straining hard against her collar and the chains attached to her ankles, and the bowl was hopelessly out of reach, although at the extremity of her stretch, her lips could still touch the rim.
“If you weren’t hungry enough for my cum, I guess you’re not really hungry.” Sir mused.
“Good bye Slut. I’ll see you after work.”