Tricked

I have always been a very heavy sleeper so I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised when I woke up in my current predicament. Then again, the method Master chose to wake me with definitely distracted my mind from assessing my condition...

It was my orgasm that woke me.

A harsh laugh as Master looked up from licking my pussy.

"I most definitely didn't give you permission to do that, slut. Now what do you think I'm going to do about this?"

It was this question that made my groggy mind clear and take stock of exactly how completely helpless I was. My hands were cuffed to the iron bars of Master's headboard, my knees had been bent so that my calves could be securely tied to my thighs, and my thighs were adorned with cuffs that were secured to the headboard with heavy rope. A thick cushion under the small of my back completed the picture he had made of me. I was completely restrained and left open for anything he wished to do to me!

"But Sir! I was asleep Sir! I didn't mean to! Please,Sir.... I'm so sorry Sir...."

As my Master stared at me with intense amusement it suddenly became clear that this was entirely planned. He knew I would cum, and he wanted me to. But only so he could punish me afterwards.

"Please Sir, I'm sorry! I'll do anything Sir!"

"The only thing you'll be doing is lying right there and taking what you've got coming to you bitch."

I opened my mouth to protest, but the look on Master's face silenced me.

"I see that you're going to be quite the talkative bitch today and we most certainly cannot have that now can we? You're here for my pleasure, not to bore me to death with your pathetic whining. Since I don't want you to get yourself in more trouble I'll be kind and make sure that I won't have to be listening to you any more."

I lowered my eyes, signaling that I would behave and accept whatever tortures Master had planned for me.

"That's my good bitch." A smile. "Now open wide like the slut you are."

As I open my mouth I feel him rub something against my pussy.

"Thought you might enjoy a taste slut."

And with a wicked grin on his face he inserts the penis gag, now coated in my own juices, into my waiting mouth and tightly straps it to my head.

I'm overwhelmed by the taste of my wetness, the flavor reminding me that I am exactly what he says I am... a slut. More importantly... Master's slut. I become suddenly aware that whatever pleasures or pains he has in store for me that day are all entirely welcome. I truly couldn't care about my own fate as long as my Master is happy. With this revelation I moan around my gag.

"I knew you'd like that you filthy whore. Don't worry though, your Master has much more in store for his slutty bitch. You're in for quite the long day. And I suggest that you don't even so much as think about cumming or that cunt of yours won't be seeing the light of day for quite some time."

I can do nothing but nod emphatically, and try to convey my willingness to do anything asked of me with my eyes.

"And now we truly begin slut. You think you're helpless now but we'll just have to see how much more helpless we can make you."

Those are the last words I hear from my Master for quite some time.

Walking over to the foot of the bed Master begins to rummage through the chest there, pulling out several items that I cannot see from my bound position. It is not long until I am painfully aware of what they are.

First he clamps both of my nipples tighter than he ever has before, ignoring my grunts of protest at the sharp pain. Then he quickly moves down between my legs clamping my clit just as tight. My distress, clearly written on my face, elicits only a chuckle from Master's lips. It hurts!

He stands watching me with a grin on his face for a few minutes before he reaches for the next item... a y-shaped chain. I know what he's going to do the second I see it. Starting with my nipple clamps he clips the chain between them as tightly as possible, and then with the third and longest chain he attaches the clamp on my clit. Even laying still the chains pull together. Breathing is absolute agony. I'm left with no choice but to try and stay as perfectly still as humanly possible to minimize my torture.

This attempt is thwarted almost immediately as Master lifts my hips to slide a leather belt under me. I am confused at first since I can't see which belt he is using but he doesn't let me wonder before long.

Without warning a thick vibrator is shoved roughly into my open pussy and the strap hanging from the back of the belt is pulled tight between my asscrack and pussy lips, securing the vibrator in its place. Master then clips the strap in its place on the front of the belt.

I tense, knowing that as soon as Master turns the vibrator on there is no escape from the pain of the clamps. I couldn't possibly stay still through that. But Master is not done yet.

He grabs my iPod from the nightstand, sets it on shuffle and raises the volume before placing the earbuds in my ears. Now I can't hear anything but the blaring music.

Grinning like a kid in a candy shop Master now waves a small remote in my face. The color immediately drains from my face. It's a vibrator remote... undoubtedly the remote for the vibrator now buried in my throbbing pussy.

I try to protest through the gag but Master just laughs and picks up the last item he took from the chest. As he places the blindfold over my eyes I know for sure he wasn't kidding. I am bound, stuffed, clamped, deafened and blinded. I can do nothing but wait for the real torture to begin. It's definitely going to be a long day.