An awakening

Paul struggled to come out of his restless sleep, yet every time he opened his eyes, all he saw was darkness. As he shifted his head from side to side, and darted his eyes around without perceiving any detail, panic began to set in as the fear of going blind passed through his head. Years of warning about working with computer screens manifested in a sudden wash of adrenaline that his eyes no longer functioned.

However, as there adrenaline finally cleared his head, he could feel something physical over his eyes. Attempting to reach to pull it off, led Paul to his next surprise as his arm wouldn’t move. While the initial over reaction of paralysis went through his mind as his head quickly identified that his thigh was being pulled when he tried to move his arm. The fatigue and tingle running up and down his arms were screaming at him as he tried to use his full strength as a deeper panic of being trapped set in.

At this point his head was now realizing there was something obstructing his breathing as he felt his tongue try to push out whatever was spreading his lips. As his tongue stroked along its length, a foggy memory flashed into his mind:

Vyki was shivering from the cold as she tried to remember where her Master had gone. She wasn’t sure how long she had been lying there still resting in her blissful post orgasmic glow from Master repeatedly fucking her. The hazy outline that came back to her view sent elation through her body as she recognized. “Master, you’re back,” she said with pure bliss.

“Hello, little girl,” Molly said to the ditzy sounding girl with the distant look on her face. “But Master never left your ass did he?”

Vyki shifted her hips feeling the cock still strapped deep inside her ass hole, moaning as it rubbed against her gland. Looking at the now naked form of her Mistress with her glistening slit clearly in view. “No.... Mistress.”

Molly smirked at the slut enjoying the cock in her well used hole. “Since you enjoyed that cock of mine so thoroughly, I thought we could enjoy the last two replicas that came in the set.” She then held up the gag with the double ended dildo in front of the girl’s vision.

Vyki licked her lips and then smiled up at Mistress, “yes, Mistress.”

“Open wide, little slut,” Molly instructed as the girl obediently spread her jaw to accept the phallus.

Paul could taste the familiar flavor of Molly on the item in his mouth, but that didn’t reduce his urgency to breathe. Finally, enough strength had returned to Paul’s arm that he was able to slip his wrist free from the magnetic hold. Immediately, his hand went up to his face and ripped the blindfold from his head.

Paul winced as the daylight sun assaulted his dilated eyes while he blinked to try to adjust to it. While his eyes burned, his ragged breaths reminded him of the obstructions in his mouth. Frantically reaching for the buckle of the gag, he couldn’t figure how to get it loose and fumbled with it several times before finally giving up and grasping the protruding nub of a cock to remove the double ended dildo from the ring opening of the gag. Gasping for breath, Paul took several moments to inventory his body.

In addition to his stuck arm and elevated knees, Paul could feel a pressure on his bladder that was likely what woke him up. He could also still feel the strap on up his ass with belts wrapping around his waist. There were several things off about his situation, but he had an immediate need to address and began working his body over so he could stand up. The spikes on his heels we frequently wrapping themselves in the sheets, but he managed to finally get them both over the edge of the bed.

Shifting his body weight up into a sitting position, Paul was quickly reminded of the cock driving deep in his ass and couldn’t stop the moan escaping his open mouth. Paul contemplated removing the heels, but he knew with the damn corset and those straps, there was no way that was going to happen before his bladder gave way.

Paul managed to rip is other wrist free and stand up on the pedestal heels, but took a moment to balance on them as his legs were still stiff and fatigued from the odd resting position he was in. As his body shifted around, noticed a folded paper on his nightstand with writing on it. Taking a few tentative steps, Paul picked up the note to see the name “Vyki” scrawled across the front of the folded note. He was about to read it when his body’s urgent signals reminded, he didn’t have time to remain.

With shaking legs in his platform heels and note in hand, Paul tried his best to make his way quickly to the restroom. The dildo strapped in his ass did not make it easy, and his tingling fingers made the buckles a difficult task & the faux boobs on his chest were making it insurmountable.

However, a few steps towards the bathroom, he felt something hit his thigh before a solid thud resounded against the walls as something landed on the carpet. Taking a few tentative steps, Paul looked over his shoulder sweeping the hair of his wig out of the way as he saw a shinning silver bullet vibe on the ground and another memory flashed through his mind.

Vyki looked up at Mistress’s glorious ass as cheeks as she slowly slide her pussy down the dildo extruding from Vyki’s face. With her vision taken up by her soft flesh, Vyki could only hear Mistress call out her next steps before she heard it. “Mmmm... darling, this cock does always feel good in me; doesn’t it feel great in your ass, slut?”

Molly gripped Vyki’s knees and rocked them forward, back, up, and around using Vyki’s hips to drive the cock deeper into her.

Vyki could only moan her response as her mental mind couldn’t find a way to communicate with Master Paul’s cock in her mouth as his cock in her ass was driving her even wilder.

Vyki could hear Mistress speak, “while that is enjoyable,” before seeing Mistress’s ass shift away from her as she felt her body weight shift though her dripping cunt never left the rod in Vyki’s mouth. “There is nothing like being a sub with all her greedy holes filled,” at which point Vyki could feel something bulbous press into her newly discovered fake canal. Vyki’s mind was nearly blown out as random vibrations from the device reverberated against the devices against her trapped rod while Mistress began riding Vyki’s face in earnest, using Vyki’s knees as prompts and guides while she watch the girl writhe beneath her.

All cognitive thought and visibility faded quickly at the end of that memory for Paul and nothing more than the rush of unbridled arousal seemed to encourage him before his bladder reminded his immediate need.

Leaving the metal bullet where it lays, Paul accelerated his movement to the bathroom, not even registering how he was sashaying, yet his mind was trying to block out the rubbing sensation in his ass but failing miserably as endorphins raced through his system.

Finally reaching his goal through his tormented walk, Paul was able to plop down and relieve at least one bodily pressure a stream flew from him while he yelped as the cock drove further in his ass.

Knowing he couldn’t stop the flow at the moment to relieve his ass, his open mouth panting provided a first goal for his release. With some dexterity returning to his hands, he fumbled along the leather strap leaving his mouth, and was able to undo the buckle freeing the metal ring from between his teeth. As he slowly massaged his jaw, he could almost feel it creek as it closed his muscles were so tight.

With his bladder relieved, Paul took a moment to look at the note left. Propping his arms up on his elevated knees, he read:

“Hello, Vyki!

I really hope you enjoyed this weekend as much as I did! I know I started off early, but I really think it was thrilling all the way through. I wish I could have been there for more of your growth, but I was ecstatic to see the culmination last night; I’m still shaking this morning.

Unfortunately, I slept through my first alarm and had to run out. You seemed to be resting well in your hot bondage, so I didn’t want to disturb you. After all the fun & excitement you had this weekend, I figured you needed the rest.

I reached out to Katie before I left, and she agreed to come help you clean yourself up if you like. She was totally excited to help you feel more comfortable in your skin!!

Love, -M”

Paul shivered as fleeting memories came and went in his mind of Molly over him, behind him, beneath him, swatting him. “I gotta get out of this...” Paul resolved to himself unnerved by the growing pain in his crotch from the growth.

Standing up onto the platform heels, he resisted the urge to moan as the dildo in his ass adjusted. Turning to the mirror so he could at least see the buckles around beneath the mounds on his chest, Paul was finally able to work around the nails on his fingers and get the buckles undone. With the restraints loosened, Paul reached behind and slowly withdrew the invader. He couldn’t prevent the moan from escaping his lips as he had to lean on the counter for support, but he dismissed it as the pain from the tender flesh inside him.

Taking a moment to look at the phallic end, he couldn’t discount the mess & grim covering it, but turning it over and pointing away from, he couldn’t deny the very familiar view as it stuck between his breasts. Tossing it into the shower stall, he dosed it in **** to clean later as he knew he needed out of this.

As he passed by the mirror again, he could see remnants of Katie’s handiwork through the wear and torment of the battle paint. While still seeing himself in the reflection, he was worried about the immenseness of the tasks ahead & knew Katie could help him with it. As she was already prevy to the details anyway and she offered via Molly, Paul was resigned to get her help. Grabbing a rob from the back of the door to stave off the chill in the air and not look at his current form, Paul sent her a text from the phone he saw Molly had left charging on his nightstand.

Paul barely put the phone done when he got a reply from Katie: “oh God yes!! I’d love to help you hun!!! I’ll be there in about 45 minutes. :x”

“Gah! 45 more minutes!!” Paul grumbled to himself before realizing he’d been in this getup for more than 48 hours; 45 minutes wouldn’t be that bad. Plus he could at least get started on getting some of this off before she gets here, Paul thought as he tried to pry the restrictive corset from his skin for a breather.

Taking a step out of the bedroom, Paul stopped abruptly in his tracks. There before him was what looked like a dungeon explosion. He wasn’t sure why Molly had left everything strewn about, but was sure he didn’t want to deal with Katie seeing all this, so he immediately went over to repack the bag appropriately.

Once the bag was fully set, he struggled to carry it back to the closet on his heels, but he made it without incident. Returning back to the living room, he found Molly had left several glasses and plates around as well. Shaking his head in frustration, he moved around to gather them up. As he did, he felt the toe of his platform hit something heavy. Swatting down, he found his jeweled plug from his training completion rolled under the table covered in dust and debris.

Paul had rather mixed feelings: considering where it had been and who had given it to him, he wasn’t real happy about seeing it, yet he could ignore that he felt something he had actually been rewarded for hard work had been discarded and abused so much. In the end, he couldn’t accept it being so filthy, so he left the dishes aside for the moment and took it to the bathroom for proper cleaning.

If he had been honest with himself, he might have recognized how comfortably he was walking in the platforms and swaying his hips. However, he let his focus stay on the disgusting coverings of the device in front of him worried how he would ever get this clean. At the same time, he was contemplating where it had been and something triggered in him that it had been way too long since he evacuated his bowels. He worried if there might be damage or something to the area.

Regardless, he got to the sink all prepped for hardy work and was rewarded with a relative ease the stainless steel washed up. Finally dousing it with **** and polishing it up a few times, he was finally satisfied it was clean and set it on the counter to dry.

Putting away the cleaning supplies, he noticed a cleanse kit from the salon and could feel his hole still gaping from the device sitting almost mockingly in the shower floor. Worried about impacts or something, he grabbed the cleansing kit and took cleaning himself out.

As he did, he was finding it hard to actually get a good seal around the nozzle as it didn’t seem to clamp down completely. Regardless, he was finally able to get most of it in long enough to appear to make a difference. Finally flushing and relieving himself, he could almost feel the cool air running inside himself. Cursing his taunting doppel-dong in the shower, he was worried he was going to slowly leak everywhere.

Looking back over to the sink, he rationalized it was the best device for the job at the moment and the base stem would be small enough to let his muscles retract. Grabbing a prophylactic to keep it clean, he covered it up and added some oil to help it slide in easier. Putting the small robe back on and returning to the living room, Paul couldn’t ignore that it felt oddly comforting and filling to have it in place, but he reasoned it was just because it had been because his muscles had been so abused and it was allowing them to heal.

Regardless, he picked up the offending dishes and returned them to the kitchen for cleaning. Had anyone else been there, they would have been hard pressed to ignore the sexualized hip swaying of the girl’s ass under the tiny pink, silk robe. Most would have interpreted it to a hot housewife looking worn from a well-used weekend of play performing her homely duties not wanting to give up the memory of her exotic activities before cleaning herself up to face the real world. Or some perverted MILF porno set in an AirBnB just waiting for the plumber or handyman to walk in.

However, Paul remained oblivious to this as he set about rinsing and scrapping off some remnants before aiming to place them in the dishwasher. Only to find this even further delayed buy the load of clean dishes needing to be put away.

With that pile of dishes, Paul noticed there were several banquet trays and items needing to be cleaned as well, so with efficiency he proceeded to use the prepped sink area to wash those as well. Had Paul been paying attention to the world around him or not running the water in the sink & nearly scrubbing pans & utensils all clanking around, he might have heard the doorbells repeated rings, or the front door open, or the footsteps along the front entry.

“Oh my god!” Paul heard as he dropped the dishes in his hands in surprise.