u/Ok_Composer_6537

It was cramped. Dark. Mary was sweating and shaking, but doing everything she could think to stay still and silent. The many ropes forcing her body into a contorted ball helped with the first. The tongue trapping gag that completely filled her mouth deep enough to just tickle into her throat helped with the second, not so much the twisting, pulsating toy buried deep in her cunt and the cold, unyielding plug violating her ass. She had no clue how long she had been in the small storage compartment of their entryway table. Long enough that she had relaxed and settled into a rhythm of riding the rising and falling waves of pleasureable stimulation as her boyfriend, Jerry, manipulated the remote-controlled toy from somewhere in the apartment.  Hopefully he was enjoying listening to the whoreish noises he was eliciting from her.

However, that had rapidly changed when a polite but firm knock came from the door, mere inches from where she was sequestered. Though she had been sure no one would hear the toys and her shifting from outside, panic had fueled her desperate ceasing of all possible noises when Jerry opened the door and greet not just any solicitor or guest but her DAD!

"Mr. Miller! What a pleasant surprise!" Genuine amusement was in Jerry's voice. "Mary didn't say anything about you coming over."

How had she forgotten he was going to swing by on his way through town to drop off a box of stuff her mom thought she'd like to have.

"I would go get her you but she's a bit....tied up currently."

Humor was dripping off the quip. She was going to strangle him when she got out. They continued carrying on pleasantries as she kicked herself for forgetting as well as trying to ignore the increasingly intense vibrations and pulsations inside her. He was still playing with her! He knew she was in one of the most lewd deranged positions of her life and mere inches away her father stood holding pieces of her innocent childhood. And her man child of a boyfriend was pushing her to the edge. She barely swallowed a groan as she came past a particularly rough pattern and he let the toy relent slightly. The reprieve is short lived though as she feels it start to build again. Faster this time.

"Care for a drink? Or something to eat? I was just getting some steaks on. I don't think Mary is going to be free anytime soon though. I wouldn't mind the company."

He wouldn't! She could picture the satisfaction on Jerry's face at his second joke of her conundrum. To her horror though a thunk on the short table above predicts her father's obvious respones.

"Sure! The missus has quilting club tonight so I'm in no hurry. I'd actually really appreciate the excuse to stay away!"

This time a soft groan does escape. Fortunately though she could hear them walking away. The light slap of Jerry's feet to the fridge for beer and the heavier tread of her father to the small apartments living area and the couch....only a few steps from where she was sequestered.

She listens to them chat for a bit but ultimately loses the conversation as she turns her attention to staying quiet. Jerry knows her too well. He's switched the program of the toys assaulting her to one he knows gets her every time. And not subtly either. In the periphery of her awareness she hears the patio door open and close. Jerry stepped out to put the steaks on the grill. She zones out again. Nothing to root her attention outside the cabinet other than the soft drone of the sports broadcast Jerry had been watching earlier. The toys kick up another notch. She's getting close. If she could just grind the small vibrator that was just ever so slightly off the sweet spot on her clit, she could get the satisfaction she wanted before Jerry got back in. Forgetting, of course, the situation outside of her cabinet prison. And, of course, that she was even in a cabinet. A cheap one, too.

As she rocks her hips forward the miniscule amount she realizes she won't be able to move enough to get her orgasm. She does, however, manage to touch the usually discrete plastic toy to the laminated wood of the bottom of the cabinet. The rattling is instantaneous and LOUD. She jumps, ending the racket and somehow managing to bump the back of her head against the top cabinet, and her holes involuntarily seize around her body's intruders.

She hears movement. Someone has gotten off the couch and is walking towards her. Oh god. She's going to cum. Hard. And her dad is about to find out what a dirty slut she is. The pressure from the stimulation onslaught, further multiplied by the realization that this impending humiliation is turning her on even more, has her teetering on the edge. The table shakes as the cabinet at the other end is opened. Drawers are opened next, rifled through. The last one closes. The door to her compartment rattles as he grabs the handle. She resigns herself to her discovery. Suddenly, the attack on her sex goes silent.

"Mr. Miller, need help with something?"

She hears her dad jump. She jumps, too. Barely swallowing a startled squeak.

"Just thought I heard a phone. Figured Mary had set it to vibrate and thrown it in the drawer. Just didn't want her to miss the call."

What an innocent idea.

"Shoot. Yeah. I dont think she's expecting a call, but I'll let her know later."

Her breath is finally starting to settle.

"You've got a stuck door, by the way. Was just going to check the catch and see if I can fix it."

Panic floods through her again, and she completely stops breathing as the door rattles.

"Don't worry about it. I already have a new one ordered. It's a cheap cabinet anyway."

Jerry doesn't sound too confident either, but the draw of food and reassurance must be enough because footsteps move away.

Gentle vibrations start. He keeps her in a holding pattern now. Soft and steady. Keeping her turned on and frustrated but not doing anything to get her off. She quickly returns to a state of stasis. She contemplates how the rest of the night will probably go before she loses all sense of thought. Becoming once again, just a waiting, needy thing stored away.

Being let out of the cabinet. The relief of a few moments to stretch her cramped muscles. Of course, she won't have come yet, nor will the toys be removed. He'll offer her a chance to relieve herself or to tap out, she won't utilize either, before attaching a leash to the collar currently cutting into her neck. He'll walk her over to her place at the foot of his chair, where, if she's lucky, he'll remove the gag and let her eat the leftovers off his plate. He had made her favorite meal after all.

They'll spend the rest of the night like that. Hopefully he eventually treats her to his cock in one of her holes.

Her mind continues to wander that way. Drifting through a suspended state of want and distraction. She doesn't even hear the door open and their guest leave. Or Jerry clear the kitchen, a plate being sat on the floor in the living room, or him settling himself into his chair.

Soon, he'll open the cabinet door. But for now, she is content.

She could hear him sitting just in front of where she knelt on the floor. Though she couldn't see him through the thick padding covering her eyes. It's quiet except for the din of the TV, the occasional clink of his fork on the plate as he ate his supper, and the soft creaking of the leather bindings holding her in position.

She was kneeling. Soft, heavy sleeves, custom made for her, were slid over her knees and held her calves to her hamstrings. A cord running from the cuff by her ankle up through her toes served as both a mild irritant to her feet as well as to keep her from wiggling out of the contraption. Her knees are spread wide, exposing the crotch of her underwear. They're soaked through.

Thick straps bound her at wrist and elbow. Forcing her back straight and her chest out. He had opened her shirt and pulled down her unlined bra, leaving her chest exposed. At first, he had planned to leave them like that. Enjoying the sight their natural shape as they hung, the gentle sway as she shifts. Instead, though, after he had satisfied himself for the first time that night, he opted to bind each one lightly with thin, soft, silken rope. She almost wished he had done them tighter.

This was the more manageable option if she were going to be like this for a while. But this drew her attention to her current state of undress as it felt as if, at any moment, the ropes would slip off. She wanted the bite of the rougher ropes he often used to chinch them tight, the look of approval at her degradation on his face as they swelled and discolored, and how her revulsion of her own body turning so ugly turned her on so much.

Furthering her coveted humiliation, a mix of drool and cum drips over her exposed tits. She is unable to swallow due to the large o ring gag that forces her mouth open almost painfully wide. Her tongue is held out, trapped between to metal screwers rubber banded at the ends. Again, he had done them just tight enough to secure her but not so tight to give her the sensation she was craving. More of the bodily fluids were spread and slowly drying across her face.

With anyone else she would have hated this, though she never would have let herself end up here. But now she craved it. And only ever for him.

A draft rushes over her skin and cools the dampness between her legs as she hears the front door open and close. Someone else just walked in. Panic shoots through her as she instinctually tries to run, hide, do anything to keep the unseen intruder from finding her like this. The man in front of her gives a small laugh at her dilemma. She feels her cheeks burn with blush as she quickly resigns herself to the humiliation of the situation.

"Hey, Ben! It's only me."

It was Amy. His neighbor. She groans inwardly, but her panic recedes, leaving her with just the embarrassment of being so exposed to the enigmatic woman. Amy wouldn't judge or complain. But now the woman knew more about her relationship than she should, and she was one to rib and quip when they were together for a social call.

"I locked myself out of my apartment again. Just need my spare key. Oh! Hey, Dela! Didn't realize you were here! Didn't mean to interrupt anything!"

Amy announces with unfeigned casualness. She seems to have no qualms about the situation she just walked into. Dela feels a hand on the leather of the tight hood pulled over her head, moving as if to ruffle hair that was currently trapped.

In the darkness she roles her eyes at the other woman's audacious attitude. Amy's heels clack across the hard wood of the floor as she moves into the kitchen for the junk drawer where her, and another neighbors, spare keys were. As if this were a common scene. Amy often crashed into their peace, looking for a key or a battery. But never this late at night, and never when Dela was in such a state. At least it hadn't been uptight, old Mr. Bessler.

"No worries, Amy. Maybe next time knock?"

She knew he added that last bit for her. He was an exhibitionist in all aspects of his life. So this intrusion would only irritate him in such that he wanted a quiet evening. But he would love the added layer to Dela's mortification, so he was ever a gracious host and friend.

Dela's irritation grows as the woman chatters and rumages. She isn't shocked by the nonchlance from Amy and the lack of social awareness.

Dela is genuinely surprised, though, by the gentle, warm caress on her breast. She hadn't been paying attention. At some point, the conversation had fallen silent, and the woman now knelt and laid hands on her exposed body. Firm, but careful movements spread the liquid falling from her mouth across the pale skin to the sensitive nipple. The minimal touch is enough to tighten the pink bud and elicit a soft sigh. Amy chuckles, only inches from her face.

"She's lovely, Ben." Her voice wistful and longing.

A slim finger slips under loose bindings circling the tender flesh. Lifting and giving a gentle bounce. Amy's other hand has wandered up Dela's leather clad thigh and found the wet patch on her panties. She moves them aside, violating Dela's last vestige of modesty and, somewhat unwillingly, reawakening the burning want there between her legs. Tentatively, Amy dips her fingers between the folds, finding the electric cluster of nerves that she doftly rolls between her finger. Mildly soothing Dela's touch starved sex. To soon though she's released Dela's clit. Amy wipes Delas secretions on her own caught tongue before shifting the thin cotton. Amy snugs them up, forcing the soft, wet fabric against the sensitive flesh of her neglected cunt. Dela groans as arousal and shame flood her body.

"Yes, she is."

His tone is only subtly clipped but not hiding how he truly feels about the older woman playing with his toy, displeasure and intrigue. Amy takes the hint. She resituates the rope. Annoyingly, making it slightly tighter than the other. She leaves the underwear.

"Now, now. No need to get territorial. I was just admiring your handiwork, Ben." She says with a humored tsk-tsking. Again her usual chipper self. "I will leave you two to it! Thanks for keeping the key for me. Are we still on for dinner Thursday?"

Crap. Given the context of her current existance she had forgotten their plans for supper with Amy. She's going to have to look this woman in the eye in two days. Carry on a conversation with her. Dela tries to disappear.

"Wouldn't miss it!" Ben says, humor plain in his voice.

The door clicks shut behind the unexpected guest. Not even a goodbye. The apartment is quiet again. Ben takes his plate to the kitchen, letting his leg brush just the tips of her nipples as he passes before returning to his seat and resuming his show. Again, Dela is trapped alone with her humiliation and her desire, a level of arousal she has never felt before. She didn't even know if he would use her again tonight. Or if he would just free her and take her to bed to sleep. Or perhaps he would just leave her there. Knowing how he would feel about her reaction to the unexpected guest and hearing his own appreciation to the exchange, would he arrange for it to happen more often?

Dela didn't know, and she loved it.

It had been a decent day. Work was nothing exciting her couple of errands after had gone smoothly. Now she was standing at the sink humming softly as she finishes the last few dishes from a pleasant supper. The house is quiet.

A warm body presses itself to her back, strong arms gently encircling her, pinning her arms to her sides. She jumps slightly, having not heard him come up behind her. A soft chuckle rumbles through his chest. Keeping his grip on her body with one arm he gently lifts the last plate from her hands, sitting it on the shelf of the open cabinet next to them. "Enough sweetheart." He whispers into her ear. His breath tickling down her neck. His lips find the sensitive hollow behind that ear. His free hand sweeping her hair over her other shoulder. Giving his soft mouth a clear line to explore down her neck.

Gradually his soft caresses grow more aggressive, more wanting. His hips carefully pinning hers against the counter, grinding himself against her ass. His tongue traces under her shirt collar as he deftly undoes the buttons on her blouse. When he has enough undone he pushes back the shoulder of the garment and the bra strap beneath before sliding his hand beneath the soft fabric in search of her breast. A soft groan escapes her as he sets his teeth into the flesh he had just exposed while pinning her tighter to himself. A low groan of his own sends a shudder down her frame.

He releases her then, taking a partial step back. The abruptness of the action almost sends her to the floor. She hadn't realized how shaky her legs had gotten, relying on his holding her to the counter to keep her upright. He brings her hands behind her, expertly binding them before she recovers enough to process his actions. She focuses on standing and getting her breathlessness under control.

A soft metallic jingle brings back to the moment. The thin chain sends goose bumps racing across her flesh as he slides the collar around her neck, securing it with the clasp to the leash made of matching chain. He runs his fingers between it and her skin, lifting until it snugs up under her jaw. He let's the tail of the leash dangle down her back, holding the deceptively delicate looking metal gently.

Following the tension of his pulling she turns her head and let's herself bend back slightly so his lips can find hers. His free hand goes to her hip. Massaging firmly before sliding up and settling on her ribs. The bottom of her breast barely brushing the edge of his finger as her breath comes deeper with her growing excitement.

With the chain against her throat and his hand on her side he guides her out of the kitchen and into the living room. With a final deep, tongue probing kiss he carefully settles her to the couch. Taking up the end of the leash he settles himself next to her. A gentle tug has her laying her head in his lap.

He settles in to unwind with his show. With one hand he scrolls on his phone. Occasionally making a quip or showing her something he found interesting, the motion gently shifting the leash and collar. Reminding her of her captivity. His other idly fondling her breast or the chain marking his control over her.

How she wished she could feel his hand on her skin, not just over her bra. Or, better yet, between her legs. A dull aching betrayed her seeming contendedness. But ultimately it was the comfort of being wanted by him that she craved. The hunger and denial fed into her craving of him.

Again the chain came snug across her throat, slightly tighter this time. Lifting her slightly off his lap. Deftly he undoes his belt and slides his pants down enough to reveal himself. The beginnings of his desire apparent though he was still mostly flacid. This was her favorite way to start. But patiently she waited.

The sight of the treat in front of her paired with the threat of the chain around her neck brought a dampness between her legs. He shifts the leash to the other hand and takes up her hair in the same grip. Reaching over her, he lifts himself enough the soft tip of skin just barely grazes her tongue as she reaches for the prize.

This gets another chuckle from him. The pressure of the collar and the sting of being held up by her own hair keeps her from reaching to take him in her mouth. Watching him begin to grow. "Such a hungry little girl." She can hear his smile and approval in his voice. He works his hand over himself, denying her the sensation of feeling him grow in her mouth. A soft whimper escapes her open, drooling mouth.

"Oh, I'm sorry baby, did you want that? Here." With the last he lowers her head to his member. Easing himself into her waiting mouth.

At first he just held her there. Just at the point of choking, she could only lift her head so far before he would firmly push her back down. Her spit pooling in his lap. His hand, having returned to her bra clad breast, was firmer now. Not just fondling but kneading the soft tissue.

But sooner than she expected his breathing shifted and he began to thrust up into her mouth. Eliciting slutty gagging noises from her. His hand slides down her body and slip into her pants as he shifts to get more of him deeper and harder into her throat. She cries softly around him as his fingers tease her needy sex over the soaked fabric of her panties. Close, but not what her starving body needs.

He looses his rhythm and his assault of her throat ends with his cock so far into her that her nose is crushed to his public bone. The discomfort of that is nothing to distract from the ever growing craving between her legs as his hand grabs roughly over the fabric barrier in the throes of his orgasm.

A soft sob, hidden by a gurgling gag, escapes her as he settles himself back into his seat. He lifts her once more by her sore scalp and neck, to lay her gently back his lap. Her cheek resting on his softening member in a pool of spit and cum. Releasing her hair he casually scoops up a small bit of their mess to smear it more fully across her face. Asserting his dominance. Claiming her. His other hand abandoning her wanting cunt to resume it's idle placement on her breast.

She masters her own body. Fighting the urge to wiggle and grind. Suppressing her burning need. She lays still. Feeling him drying on her skin. His breath steady out and begins to deepen. His grip on her slacken. Soon enough wake back up and take them to get clean. They will climb into bed together. He will pull her to him. And together they will sleep. But for now she will wait. Her need once again pushed down. But not gone. The house is quiet.

It was a good night.

It had been a decent day. Work was nothing exciting. Her couple of errands after had gone smoothly. Now, she is standing at the sink humming softly as she finishes the last few dishes from a pleasant supper. The house is quiet.

A warm body presses itself to her back, strong arms gently encircling her, pinning her arms to her sides. She jumps slightly, having not heard him come up behind her. A soft chuckle rumbles through his chest. Keeping his grip on her body with one arm, he gently lifts the last plate from her hands, sitting it on the shelf of the open cabinet next to them. "Enough, sweetheart." He whispers into her ear. His breath tickling down her neck. His lips find the sensitive hollow behind that ear. His free hand sweeping her hair over her other shoulder. Giving his soft mouth a clear line to explore down her neck.

Gradually, his soft caresses grow more aggressive, more wanting, and hungry. His hips carefully pinning hers against the counter, grinding himself against her ass. His tongue traces under her shirt collar as he deftly undoes the buttons on her blouse. When he has enough undone, he pushes back the shoulder of the garment and the bra strap beneath before sliding his hand beneath the soft fabric in search of her breast. A soft groan escapes her as he sets his teeth into the flesh he had just exposed while pinning her tighter to himself. A low groan of his own sends a shudder down her frame.

He releases her then, taking a partial step back. The abruptness of the action almost sends her to the floor. She hadn't realized how shaky her legs had gotten, relying on his holding her to the counter to keep her upright. He brings her hands behind her, expertly binding them before she recovers enough to process his actions. She focuses on standing and getting her breathlessness under control.

A soft metallic jingle brings back to the moment. The thin chain sends goose bumps racing across her flesh as he slides the collar around her neck, securing it with the clasp to the leash made of matching chain. He runs his fingers between it and her skin, lifting until it snugs up under her jaw. He let's the tail of the leash dangle down her back, holding the deceptively delicate looking metal gently.

Following the tension of his pulling, she turns her head and lets herself bend back slightly so his lips can find hers. His free hand goes to her hip. Massaging firmly before sliding up and settling on her ribs. The bottom of her breast barely brushing the edge of his finger as her breath comes deeper with her growing excitement.

With the chain against her throat and his hand on her side, he guides her out of the kitchen and into the living room. With a final deep, tongue probing kiss, he carefully settles her to the couch. Taking up the end of the leash, he settles himself next to her. A gentle tug has her laying her head in his lap.

He settles in to unwind with his show. With one hand, he scrolls on his phone. Occasionally making a quip or showing her something he found interesting, the motion gently shifting the leash and collar. Reminding her of her captivity. His other hand idly fondling her breast or the chain that marks his control over her.

How she wished she could feel his hand on her skin, not just over her bra. Or, better yet, between her legs. A dull aching betrays her seeming contendedness. But ultimately, it was the comfort of being wanted by him that she needed. The hunger and waiting fed into her craving of him.

Again, the chain came snug across her throat, slightly tighter this time. Not quite cutting of her breath. Lifting her slightly off his lap. Deftly, he undoes his belt and slides his pants down enough to reveal himself. The beginnings of his desire apparent though he was still mostly flacid. This was her favorite way to start. But patiently she waited.

The sight of the treat in front of her paired with the threat of the chain around her neck brought a dampness between her legs. He shifts the leash to the other hand and takes up her hair in the same grip. Reaching over her, he lifts himself enough that the soft tip of skin just barely grazes her tongue as she reaches for the prize.

This gets another chuckle from him. The pressure of the collar and the sting of being held up by her own hair keeps her from reaching to take him in her mouth. Watching him begin to grow. "Such a hungry little girl." She can hear his smile and approval in his voice. He works his hand over himself, denying her the sensation of feeling him grow in her mouth. A soft whimper escapes her open, drooling mouth.

"Oh, I'm sorry baby, did you want that? Here." With the last, he lowers her head to his member. Filling her mouth with himself. Holding himself so the tip was just at the back of her throat.

At first, he just held her there. Just at the point of choking, she could only lift her head so far before her lack of leverage would stop her and he would firmly push her back down. Her spit pooling in his lap. His hand, having returned to her bra clad breast, was firmer now. Not just fondling but kneading the soft tissue.

But sooner than she expected, his breathing shifted, and he began to thrust up into her mouth. Eliciting slutty, wet gagging noises from her. His hand slides down her body and slip into her pants as he shifts to get more of him deeper and harder into her throat. She cries softly around him as his fingers tease her needy sex over the soaked fabric of her panties. Close, but not what her starving body needs.

He looses his rhythm and his assault of her throat ends with his cock so far into her that her nose is crushed to his public bone. The discomfort of that is nothing to distract from the ever growing craving between her legs as his hand grabs roughly over the fabric barrier in the throes of his orgasm.

A soft sob, hidden by a gurgling gag, escapes her as he settles himself back into his seat. He lifts her once more by her sore scalp and neck to lay her gently back in his lap. Her cheek resting on his softening member in a pool of spit and cum. Releasing her hair he casually scoops up a small bit of their mess to smear it more fully across her face. Claiming his dominance over her. His other hand abandoning her wanting cunt to resume it's idle placement on her breast.

She masters her own body. Fighting the urge to wiggle and grind. Suppressing her burning need. She lays still. Feeling him drying on her skin. His breath steadies out and begins to deepen. His grip on her slacken. Soon enough, he'll wake back up and take them to get clean. They will climb into bed together. He will pull her to him. And together they will sleep. But for now, she will wait. Her need once again pushed down. But not gone. The house is quiet.

It was a good night.