Chapter 3
The outer cell door opened, the creaking of the hinges echoed in the brick lined room outside the inner wooden door and waking him from his light and fitful doze. The inner door flew open on its old hinges and she stood silhouetted in the doorway, sexy as hell with one hand on her shapely hip and the other across her taught belly, gripping what looked like a hundred two-inch wide tan coloured leather belts, their buckles glinting in the dim dungeon lighting.
She had changed her outfit, he noted. Gone was the cocktail dress and stockings, instead his favourite fishnets hugged her legs, disappearing under a shimmery black skirt, a black halter neck top barely containing her tits and an elegant black choker around her sexy neck. Her eyes darted to the hardening cock, still gripped by the triple cock ring set, that proved his appreciation of her new look.
"Wakey wakey sleepy head," she giggled, "my darling you do look good bound like that, did you enjoy your abandonment? Oh, that's right, you're gagged with my worn knickers and very tightly muzzled. But your eyes speak a thousand words, does my baby need a break?"
He dropped his eyes and subtly nodded. The bondage was great, there was no discomfort, he was just stiff and ready to get out.
"Awww, well all in good time honey, I do have plans for later on now with my new acquaintances, so we are going to have to make you comfortable while you wait for me…he doesn't look too comfortable like that though." Strutting over in her heels, he got harder still as she gripped his swollen balls and squeezed gently, asserting her dominance, and his helplessness. "I can't believe I forgot to tie your cock up earlier, I'm so sorry." She began stroking him, looking into his pleading eyes as she did so. "To make it up to you I'm going to make you cum right now, cum for me baby, give me your load, come on."
She squatted on her heels and continued jerking him, using his pre-cum as lube and spitting on him to add more before taking him deep into her throat. "Enjoying your wife giving you a porn star blowjob baby?" Next thing he felt her suck his balls into her mouth before licking up the length and working the head with her tongue before going back to throating him as deep as possible, even choking slightly at one point. That was enough to push him over the edge and she felt the tell tale twitch. "Yes, cum for me baby, that's an order!" Greedily she worked his shaft with one hand, gripped his balls with the other, and swirled her tongue around the head as he came hard, squirming in his ultra tight bondage against the pole before falling limp as the orgasm subsided.
She stood up facing him and ostentatiously swallowed, wiping a small drop of stray cum from the corner of her smirking mouth. To say she was having fun with her bound husband right now would be something of an understatement. "Thank you baby, I hope you've got plenty more for me today, I do so love making you cum while bound. Oh, speaking of bound…" Gwen disappeared into the outer chamber and came back with a length of thin cord which felt cold as she began tying up his now soft member. Loop after loop criss-crossed dick as she wove the cord tightly around him making little diamond patterns down the length before bisecting the head and tying it off out of sight underneath, leaving a small loop at the tip.
"It's rawhide my darling, soaked in water. They really do think of everything here, don't they?"
His eyes widened above the gag in realisation that his situation just became way more precarious. Not only would the binding hurt if he got hard, but as it dried out the rawhide cord would shrink and tighten everything up significantly! The pervert's mind being what it is, this thought alone caused an immediate tightening of the cordage.
She slackened off the chain holding him up and released the rest of his bondage (apart from the cock and ball bondage) allowing him to take a few minutes to stretch out and have some water to drink, they both dropping out of character for a while to debrief the session so far, as they always did after an orgasm for him, during that period of post-cum clarity men experience, and being a safe/sane/consensual couple.
"My only complaint," Chris replied after some thought, "was that I don't think the bondage was strict enough!"
He winked and they embraced tightly, kissing one another deeply, she spitting out odd words during the kiss "how fucking…dare you…you couldn't…move an inch…fine…I'll show you…strict."
She broke away seeing his cock painfully straining against the shrinking rawhide cord, grabbed his shaft with one hand and used her other palm to massage his sensitive cock head until "MERCY" erupted from his mouth - their 'stop the current thing but stay in character' medium safe word.
"Pathetic, my darling, and it still has quite a bit of drying out to do, too. But fine, I'll proceed with getting you put away for the evening. Didn't I tell you? I've signed up for a Dominants panel this afternoon in the fort, and the sleepsack workshop too so I need you packaged away safely - no subs are allowed."
She turned to the pile of belts and picked one out. Running it through her hands as she stalked around her waiting prey, he yelped as it cracked across his butt, leaving a wide, reddening mark. She took a few moments to lay a number of the belts out flat on the stone floor, returning to him with a leather armbinder in her hand.
As it slid up his arms he felt his freedom slipping deliciously away again, loving the expression on her face as she gradually bound him up. The straps she expertly crossed over his chest making any idea of slipping out of the restraint immediately redundant. The laces tightened everything up, and just for good measure she made a second pass too.
"Now those pesky arms can't get in my way…" she winked, gripping his tightly bound balls in hand once more, and led him over to the laid out belts. "Lie down baby," and a downward pull encouraged his compliance. She helped him down onto his front, and immediately, efficiently, began strapping him up.
Belt after belt welded his legs together, the flesh bulging out between each strap, more continued up his torso, pinning his single-gloved arms to his back all the way up to chest level. A small but high security padlock snicked into each buckle - if he'd felt helpless before he was absolutely screwed now. A longer, thinner belt was looped through the ankle belt and the top of the armbinder but left loose for now, before she took more of the soaked rawhide cords and tightly cinched all the upper body belts between arms and body, and every leg belt between his already tight legs.
"Comfy?" she joked, knowing perfectly well what he could take in the bondage department, "Nearly time for my favourite two kinky things to do to a man at my mercy."
Internally he groaned, knowing very well what the two things would be.
"Any last words before I gag you once more my darling?" She squatted beside him, a small black item in her hand.
"Only I love you, and please can you make the gag extra tight?" he licked his lips in readiness.
"I love you too, you kinky bastard, open up!"
The rubber bulb worked into his mouth quite easily, the pear shaped centre section expanding gradually with the cheek sections as she pumped it in her hand, gradually taking away his speech. With a final squeeze for luck, she unscrewed the tube leaving a virtually invisible gag and his face strangely disfigured by the inflated rubber. A stifled 'mmmmmf' told her he was testing his noise levels and his pinned tongue hardly let him make a sound.
‘Extra tight’ he had requested. Yummy. A few moments in front of the rack of gear in the dungeon, and her selections made, she approached her bound husband from the rear and dangled a thick leather hood and separate head harness in front of him. Not so much a 'mmmmmf' as a muffled squeal of delight and as much (very little) struggling in the restraints was the best reaction his wife could've hoped for.
"Goodbye for now my dear husband, I'm going to be away a while, luckily I know how much of this bondage you can endure, but since others may need this dungeon I'm going to have to pack you away. Sorry if I forgot to mention that part." With that he felt a kiss planted straight onto his gagged lips before everything went black, the hood being tightened onto his head first by the laces and collar, then by the completely superfluous harness compressing his head on all sides. Half a dozen locks later and his cock was straining once more in its bindings.
"Tracey!" he heard through the thick hood, "I'm ready for you now!" A moment later, being all business now since her husband was now basically gone, just a leather clad toy remained to be stashed away until needed, the belt linking his feet and shoulders was cinched tight, arching him into a strict hogtie with his chest off the floor and cock crushed underneath him.
Strict though this was, things were about to get serious as another of those damned rawhide cords cinched the hogtie belt down to his waistbelt, and another she tied to the D ring on top of the hood before tipping him onto his side and running it back to his ankle bondage and through that small loop at the tip of his cock, before tying it off back his ankles. When she righted him once more his head was now not only pulled back to the hogtie but ultimately to his cock!
"Grab him that end would you? That's it, and LIFT." His wife and mystery helper lifted his packaged form onto something flat, before sliding wooden panels down all around him. A final board was placed on top and the whole box vibrated to the clutch of an impact driver as his wife's friend drove screw after screw around the edges to seal him in.
His hearing was almost gone now with the hood and box around him but he was able to make out something like "thanks for your help" and "you're welcome, storage room six when you want to claim your baggage back."
He settled in, loving every moment, his wife loving him ever more for indulging her, as she settled down with a magic wand pressed into her clit to watch her boxed husband disappear into storage, taken away on a cart pulled by a muscular Domme. As the box disappeared out of sight, her orgasm crashed over her, a second moments later at the thought of just taking him home still packaged up, him not knowing who had possession of him and the keys to all his bondage.
The End