Shamed

by Theresa Taylor

  Sure enough a moment later she let go a long hissing sigh, as he worked the tip of the butt plug against her tight opening. Slowly increasing the pressure, twisting it gently, he added a little more lubricant as she tried to concentrate and relax her muscles to allow it entry. Finally with a brief stinging sensation her muscle gave way and the head pushed into her. She gave a gargled squeal as the plug pushed in further and further, widening as it went until, just when she thought it wasn’t going to fit, the muscle slipped over the rim and tightened around the stem and against the base that prevented it going in any further.

  “Aaahggggnnnn!” Michelle gurgled from behind the gag, the sound resonating from her throat, lifting her head but unable to move any of her limbs. She felt the desire to clamp her legs shut but the only effect was to tighten her abdominal muscles which caused her anal muscles to tighten around the plug in her butt. God, her cunt was already aching! She tried to relax desperate to make sure she didn’t come too soon.

  He continued to move around the room, preparing the scene; she was trying desperately to identify some of sounds she heard and was pretty certain she heard the tripod being erected. With luck that meant he had the video camera set up.

  Danny was smiling but she couldn’t see that. She heard him leave the room and then his footsteps on the staircase. A few moments later he came back down and she heard the jangle of keys as he collected the car keys from the kitchen. Then she heard what sounded like the rustle of cloth as he re-entered the room and she guessed he was putting on his coat.

  “Feeling comfortable little slut?” He asked.

  “Grrrnnnnrr?” she tried to ask him a question twisting her head blindly, seeking him out, but she couldn’t make any sound that she felt sounded like words. He guessed anyway.

  “Yes, I’m going out. I’m going to pick up my new hard-drive. In the meantime you will just wait here for me. If you are a good girl – and don’t come while I’m gone – then I’ll give you a good fucking when I get back. Oh, and before you think you can just come without me knowing.....” She heard the click of a switch. “The video camera will be filming the whole time.”

  Michelle made an appreciative noise “Be good now!” Danny said and she heard him snatch the keys in his hand as he turned and left the room. A moment later a draft of cold air swept across her body as the front door opened and then closed. It made her shiver and she tried to twist away from the chill air but she was reminded of how restricted she was and again her muscles tightened hard around the butt plug as she felt the ropes bite into the flesh of her limbs. Her pussy tingled and her clitoris began a slow throb. She heard the car start outside and drive away.

  Fuck! She thought. God, don’t come! Her breathing increased and she worked hard to relax herself and fight against her arousal. She felt her nipples harden. It was always like this. That was why she loved being bound and spread out. Being unable to see, unable to move unless she wanted to feel the bite of the ropes, simply left her one thing to focus on. The butt plug feeling bulky and hard inside her as her pussy gaped wide open, feeling empty and desperate in contrast. Then she would watch it all later on the video. That was different but just as exciting.

  Stop! She screamed inside her head. Stop thinking or you’ll just get too excited and won’t be able to stop yourself! She tried to concentrate on her breathing. She tried to think of something mundane. The food shopping. What do we need? She started to visualise the freezer contents, the pantry. Making a mental list of things she needed to get in. Then she unconsciously tried to adjust her body position and was brought sharply back to her predicament. Shit!

  She wanted to fuck. She tried to figure out how to get enough movement going to grind against the butt plug, desperate to feel something against her pussy, fucking her. Stop it!

  Come on Danny, hurry home and fuck my brains out!

  She was startled for a moment when her mobile ‘phone started to ring somewhere in the room. Damn! Who could that be? Well you’ll just have to wait! I’m kind of tied up at the moment. She chuckled to herself. It cut off but then rang again a few moments later before falling silent once more. Now, where was I? She clenched her muscles around the shaft of the butt plug and gargled a desperate groan of aching desire and frustration. Her clitoris throbbed more strongly now, feeling engorged as if reaching out seeking something to satisfy it. She felt her own juices dribble out of her vagina.

  Then the house phone rang. She lay on the floor for some seconds listening to it ring until the answer phone cut in.

  “Michelle, it’s me Danny. I tried your mobile, God knows why because you can’t......listen, I’m hoping you can hear this. The car broke down. I’m waiting for the recovery service but I’m gonna be delayed. Shit I’m sorry babe. I’ll get home just as soon as I can. Christ, I hope you can hear this.”

  You stupid prick! Michelle screamed behind her gag. She was overcome by a sudden panic but then managed to calm herself. Ok. You are stuck like this now. Calm down. He’ll be home as soon as he can. What are you going to do? There’s nothing you can do. Just get on and enjoy yourself. She managed to laugh. The stupid prick! That bloody car! Well this is one scenario you’re not going to be sharing at the next girls night out!

  The tension that gripped her eased away and she was once more aware of her state of arousal. Damn! Now you’re just going to have to do it yourself. Or wait; wait for him to come home. I’ll be gagging for it by then. Oh, shit! That plug feels so good. Fuck I’m horny! But how long? How long will he be? Maybe I should try and get free?

  She pulled against the ropes, testing them trying to see if she really made an effort whether she could get free. Nothing. There was no give at all. The furniture the ropes were anchored too didn’t even move a millimetre. Nothing doing here girl. But she did feel her body reacting again, through the exertion, to the butt plug. Several minutes passed, she couldn’t judge how many, but she was alive to the sensation of being bound and helpless. Oh, fuck! She felt her insides ripple with the pleasure. Truly helpless this time. And fucking horny! She struggled again to keep herself from the brink.

  Her thoughts were interrupted by a noise. A chill breeze swept across her body once more and she let out a sigh of relief. It was the front door opening - Danny was home.

  “Gnnnnnyyyy!” she tried to call out to him. That fucking breeze on my cunt just set me on fire!!!! She wanted to scream at him. “Gnnnnyyyy!” Come on you bastard, come and fuck me!

  “Hello?”

  The sound of the voice went through her like a cold knife. It wasn’t Danny. Then she realised that she hadn’t heard the car on the drive. Or any sound of someone dropping Danny off. Realisation hit her with a burst of heart pounding panic.

  Alan! Shit, it’s Alan! The fucking postman! Danny you stupid bastard! You didn’t drop the latch on the door lock! Oh, fucking shit!

  “Hello?” the voice came again. She heard footsteps shuffle towards the lounge door. She struggled desperately against her bindings, almost in a blind panic now. Then realised she was squealing loudly. The sound was attracting him towards the room. Unable to see, she held her head rigid as she concentrated her hearing in the direction of the shuffling sound.

  “Hello?” Alan spoke again. The shuffling stopped. “Oh, gosh!” She heard him gasp.

  For several moments there was no sound at all. Even her breathing had stopped. “Oh, gosh!” she heard him say again. She listened to his feet shuffle across the room and tried to picture where he was from the sounds. Right between her legs she estimated. The dirty bastard was right between her legs. She swallowed hard. Right between my legs, strung wide apart, my dripping cunt spread wide open, a butt plug up my arse.......and Fuck Me written in red lipstick across my belly. Oh, shit!

  She heard him cough, clearing his throat. He shuffled some more. Then she felt a pull on one of the ropes, inquisitive, as he tested it.

  “Ggggggaaaahhh!” she tried to scare him away. There was nothing though that she could do. Nothing to hide hers
elf away from this shame.

  She felt a hand touch her shin. She squealed and the hand withdrew sharply. For a few seconds nothing more happened but then the hand touched her on the thigh. She squealed again but this time it remained. The hand gently caressed along the top of her thigh for a few inches then slowly drifted down to the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Oh, fuck! She felt her pulse racing. Oh, fuck! I can’t stop him! The overpowering desire was to slam her legs shut but she couldn’t. She sensed him kneeling down between her legs. She felt his breath and then his lips touch the inside of her thigh as he gently kissed the soft flesh several times. His hand lifted then and a moment later touched down on her breast. He squeezed the flesh of her breast between his fingers and then trapped her nipple between thumb and finger. He pulled on her nipple hard enough to lift her breast, bordering on the edge of painful but not hurting her too much, the way Danny sometimes did and which would set her nipples tingling and eager. Then she felt the tip of a finger touch her belly, tracing the words written on her flesh. The finger then traced away from the letters and moved down the shaft of the lipstick arrow, over the mound of her pubic bone and paused at its tip, at the point where the folds of flesh that lay so exposed below, began. The other hand moved away from her breast and she heard his breath catch. Her body tensed. Her heart seemed to stop in her chest and for a moment the room was plunged in to deathly silence.

  “Oh, gosh.” She heard him whisper breathlessly.

  The finger then continued its journey down, over the moist inner flesh of her labia, over her clitoris sending involuntary shivers spinning and swirling through her body. It paused briefly, roughly tweaking her prominent clit, before moving down again to find her sodden entrance. With two fingers he gently prised her open and held her like that. Her muscles clamped tightly around the butt plug. That damned butt plug! She couldn’t control the sensations it sent charging through her. Her stomach was twisting and cramping inside. Her cunt was begging for relief. She felt herself flooding again. She couldn’t control this. She couldn’t fight the feelings inside her. She was horrified by being seen like this, at being in this predicament, on display, her body available to him, unable to fight him off, to stop him, even to be able to tell him to stop. She was powerless - she couldn’t imagine what she would say afterwards - but right now she was losing it. Losing control. She was so incredibly turned on that she no longer cared what happened.

  “Geeeeeeegggg!” She gurgled against the gag.

  The fingers holding her open came together and paused.

  “I....I don’t know....” She heard him say, his voice trembling. “Can I? Can I?......”

  She strained against the bonds, lifted her head and nodded desperately. “Geeeeeggg!!!!”

  He paused for just a few seconds more before he pushed his fingers into her. She was so wet he met with no resistance. She groaned loudly and threw her head back. She wanted to thrust down hard on the fingers but her bindings prevented this and she realised she was totally reliant on his actions, on his thrusting fingers to fulfil her. She could do nothing but take what he gave.

  The sensation surprised her, it sent an unexpected thrill through her. She was open and exposed, at his mercy totally and she could do nothing to enhance her own pleasure. The feeling enthralled her, sent her mind spinning. She would just have to lay there and let him do to her as he wished unable to respond. His fingers probed deeper into her, rubbing against the thin layer of skin that separated her vagina and the butt plug in her rectum. She felt her pulse quicken and knew that she could not hold off.

  Somewhere in her mind she heard the sound of his zip, but she was too far gone to care as she started to feel wave after rising wave flood through her body and her back arched as far as was possible, she growled loudly as the pressure grew and finally exploded within her, filling her blindfolded vision with flashing, sparkling exploding stars. Her cunt muscles clamped down around his fingers, but were unable to hold him there as he continued drive them in and out, in a frenzy now until she heard him grunt and felt liquid splatter across her hip and the flesh of her belly. She came again in a twisting, strangled orgasm.

  She was still panting and seeing stars when she heard him rise and shuffle hurriedly out of the room. A cold blast of air passed over her wet exposed flesh and she heard the front door close loudly. Too loudly. She knew the nature of the door and that if you slammed it too hard it didn’t shut. Slowly the cold chill of air increased as the front door swung slowly open again out in the hallway.

  Michelle cursed. Now she just prayed that Danny would come home quickly. She lay spread apart in the lounge, now with the addition of cum splattered over her belly and the front door wide open! She felt suddenly as if she was going to cry. Shit Danny! Hurry home! But...oh God, what am I going to tell him? He’ll see the cum! That’s his own fault the stupid prick - she reasoned - This is all his fault! She tried again to free herself, wondering now why she hadn’t tried to get Alan to release her instead of......instead of what? Encouraging him to finger fuck her? Make her come? But she couldn’t break free, if anything the bindings had become tighter. The chill air that circulated over her body accentuated the dampness of her body, teased her and tormented her at the same time. Her nipples stiffened. The skin of her labia contracted and yet her clitoris seemed reluctant to give up the game. And then there was that damned butt plug, yet again, she was unable to suppress its impact on her.

  She groaned almost in despair as she felt her arousal re-awaken. Now she was shocking even herself. Danny loved her to play the slut but that was play, this was real. She felt disgusted and yet highly aroused. The feelings conflicted inside her. Damn Danny, damn Alan! He had found her and instead of rescuing her he had taken advantage. How would she ever be able to face him to demonstrate her anger at him? And what would he say? That she asked him to, that’s what he would say. And the truth was that she had, hadn’t she? The final truth was that whatever had happened, instead of being frightened or disgusted or refusing him - she had had an orgasm. That had been her reaction - the simple summing up of everything no matter what she thought now. She had enjoyed it.

  It was as she remonstrated with herself - battled with her emotions, fought against her continued arousal - that she heard the loud knock at the door. She was startled! Panicked again at what was fast becoming a recurring nightmare. Her heart thumping in her chest, praying that it wasn’t a neighbour had seen the front door open and decided to come round and check everything was ok. Please, lord! Not a neighbour.

  Her prayer was answered - in a way.

  “Hello? Anybody in? Parcel delivery.....” Sounded a deep voice. “Hello?”

  This time Michelle held herself perfectly still. She made no sound at all, her ears providing her only sense keenly focused. He rapped on the door and called out again. Then she heard tentative footsteps in the hallway. Her heart was pounding in her chest again and she was fighting off the panic. The footsteps moved into the house and as far as she could tell stopped outside the lounge door.

  She jumped when the voice sounded again just yards away from her.

  “Well, well. What have we here? That’s the best greeting I’ve had in a while.” His voice rumbled, followed by a wicked chuckle.

  Michelle started to twist and turn as much as possible and attempted to voice her protests. The gargled sounds that came from her could have meant anything but she was sure that he was not going to hear anything but an invitation in her plaintive noises.

  “Just dropping off a parcel love.” He said “no need to get up!” He laughed out loud now. “Don’t usually get tipped in such a generous manner, but hey!”

  Michelle growled at him but the sudden touch of a rough hand that landed without hesitation on her cunt turned it into a startled yelp. He ground the hand over her roughly, forcing his fingers into her. She gasped, astounded by his arrogant forcefulness. No messing around this time. Fingers straight into her.

  “Waiting for your parcel were you?” he asked
nonchalantly as if finding female customers tied up naked, legs spread and finger fucking them was just an everyday part of the job. “Sure, it comes in a plain package but we see so many of them we know what they are. New toy is it? Couldn’t wait for it to arrive? Had to get yourself already for it to come?”

  He was beside her and a hand was now playing with her breast, the rough palm rasping against her soft flesh. “Left the door open for me, knew I was coming? I know what you housewives are like. Desperate for a bit of action from a real man yeah? Hubby is always down the pub or on the golf course.”

  Michelle was shaking her head and croaking out her protestations. Her heart was thumping again and his thick fingers inside her were starting to have an effect. His thumb was circling roughly over her clitoris and he drummed a free finger against the base of the butt plug.

  “That a butt plug is it?” He chuckled “You’re a devil you are, aren’t you! Lucky I came along when I did I reckon. Nice bit of artwork there too on your belly, telling me what you want and where you want it.”

  “Looks like you are a dirty little bitch.” he stated. “I think I’m not the first one here today judging by that cum on your belly.”

  She whined in protest but he just laughed. “Nah, can’t understand a word love. But don’t worry I won’t disappoint you.”

  A moment later he withdrew his fingers from her and she heard the unmistakable sound of his belt being loosened and his fly coming down. Michelle tried to thrash about again, praying that by some miracle the bindings had worked loose. Apart from twisting her head and arching her back just a few degrees movement was impossible. She heard his breathing deepen and he chuckled to himself. Then she felt the nudge of something against her open labia. She heard him adjust position and then suddenly she froze ridged as he pressed what could only be the head of his penis against the opening to her cunt. She had just started to squeal a protest when he thrust into her until their pubic bones clashed. Her squeal turned into a gasp. Stars burst in her vision darkened by the blindfold. Fuck! He was big.