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8 Kim Home from the shop part 2 Ever so slowly, the ecstasy and pleasurable sensations subsided. And the pain returned with a vengeance. Her hands were numb. Her nipples burned, Kim couldn’t believe how much they were stretched. Her breast were shaped like missile behind her elongated breasts. But she relished the tingling she still could feel in her vaginal canal and clitoris. Her head slumped forward, almost resting on her pulled high breasts. She idly wondered what time it was, but didn’t have the strength to lift her head and look. She didn’t bother searching for the floor with her toes, instead hanging limply by her wrists, exhausted. On the far wall, the phone rang loudly, jolting Kim to her senses, startled by the loud ringing. Her eyes opened wide and her head sprang up with a gasp. The first thing she realized, was that it was very dark. But a split second after that excruciating pain shot through her from her breasts and nipples. She became aware of the heavy weight that pulled them high, forcing her back to arch, as the nipples came closer to her eye level. Next she felt the numbness in her hands, she had lost all feeling, her fingers not responding. Her arms were stretched from the strain of hanging there. The stool seat was digging into her tender, inner thighs. Only her legs were not aching much, even held as wide as they were. Her toes just grazing the floor. The<b> vibrating </font></b>dildo, still working and buried deep within her. The phone rang insistently. Kim tried to scream “help” through the gag without really thinking that whoever was calling, wouldn’t hear her. She yearned to answer the phone, plead for help, release. But the ringing stopped as suddenly as it had started. The silence, combined with the dark room was unnerving. She looked towards the clock, wondering the time, but the clock face was could not be seen, awash in darkness. How long had it been since her climax? How long had she hung limply by her wrists. She couldn’t recall anything between her climax and the phone ringing. But she knew it hadn’t been dark when she exploded in ecstasy. It had been midafternoon at the latest. Had she passed out? Merely fallen asleep? And most importantly, how much longer would it be before the keys were melted free and swung into her hands. Kim tried to look over her shoulder at the pitchers, but it was too dark to see anything but grey outlines. She could only hear the consistent dripping of melting ice. How much ice was left, still encasing the keys? She decided she needed to take the strain off her arms, wrists and nipples. She searched for the floor with her toes, trying to balance herself on them. As she twisted and turned slightly in her attempt to find her balance, the dildo stroked dryly, inside her with each movement, all lubrication dried up while she had been unconscious. The constant vibration renewing sensations that made her thighs and belly quiver slightly. Finding a precarious balance, her toes straining to grip the slick floor, she slid herself up the dildo as best she could, trying desperately to push with her toes, her arms mostly useless to help take the strain off her pained shoulders. Balance was impossible to maintain for more than a minute or so, her toes quickly losing their tenuous grip and sliding out from under her, plunging the dildo back to the furthest depths of her sex. The constant battle to find balance caused her breathing to become labored from the exertion required. The vibrator always moving, stroking inside her. The ever present ball gag, tight in her mouth. Her jaw ached at the long strain it had been under. Before too long, the constant rising onto her toes, the sudden plunge down the shaft of the dildo when her toes gave way and the constant vibrations coaxed her juices to flow again. She felt the tingling sensations spread from her sex slowly. Though the pain in her nipples grew by the moment, she began to relish her predicament in the here and now. As she kept trying to find her balance, lose it, and try again, she wasn’t she if the struggle was to relieve the pain in her upper body, or to keep the dildo moving inside herself. The smell of her sex filled the kitchen, her juices again began pooling on the seat. She moaned behind the gag, not from the pain, but in growing pleasure as the dildo buzzed within her. Weakly she started using her arms to lift herself up the shaft and let herself back down it. NOW, she was fucking herself, as she had seen Lisa do. Her head hung back on her shoulders, her nipples at almost eye level. She pulled and relaxed her arms rhythmically, her ankles pulled at the spreader bar trying to spread her legs further apart. The pain that wracked her body all but forgotten. Kim heard a loud splash and simultaneously felt her breasts and nipples YANKED higher, one nipple clip snapping loose from her right breast. Then she felt the keys to her freedom slap against her arm. But she ignored the keys as the sudden intense pain to her nipples pushed her over the edge into an orgasm more powerful than she experienced before. With renewed determination, she used her aching arms to pummel her pussy with the 9 inch shaft between her thighs. The vibrations from the dildo sending wave after wave of orgasmic spasms crashing through her body until her arms were so weak, she couldn’t lift her from the seat any longer. She could only continue by twisting and turning her hips, grinding her sex on the dildo to coax the last spasms from her body. Her body quivered uncontrollably as long minutes passed. She again hung limply and tried to get her breathing back under control. Once achieving this control, she groped for the keys with her numbed hands. Her fingers clumsily batting them aside rather than grasping them. Twice, she got the keys in her hand, only to feel them slip loose again. On the third try she held them tight, looked up and realized she didn’t know WHICH key went to which padlock! She hadn’t frozen the handcuff key, it was sitting on her nightstand. The realization filled her eyes with tears. Release wasn’t going to be as fast and easy as she thought, wanted and needed badly. She tried 2 keys in both the cuffs before dropping the keys. She had to grab the string and get hold of the keys anew. In the dark, she couldn’t tell which keys she had tried and was back to square one. Finally, after what HAD to be an hour, she thought, an hour filled with drops, flubs and regaining the keys, losing her balance and regaining it, she freed her still numb hands, losing her balance doing it and plunging again to the base of the dildo with a gasp and whimper. Her toes ached from straining to stand balanced while freeing her hands. Quickly she reach for the last nipple clip and struggling to grip the clip, it more snapped off than she removed it. Her breasts fell heavily from the height they had been lifted to. The container of ice cold water no longer had anything holding it aloft and dropped with a thud into the sink. The icy water sloshed from the wide top of the pitcher, splashing freezing cold water onto Kim’s back and legs. She inhaled sharply form the shock of the icy water on her skin. When she finally recovered from the surprise ice bath, she brought her hands to her breasts to gently massage the soreness and gently touch her inflamed nipples. Groaning at the pins and needles sensation coursing through her nipples and breasts with each tentative touch of her hand. Everything was made more difficult by the darkness. The only sound her breathing. She was still impaled, and after working the keys free of the string, Kim reached for her ankles. But the still<b> vibrating </font></b>dildo kept her upright. Kim rued her decision to toss the remote control across the counter, out of reach. Her toes were now too weak to lift her body. Her jaw ached, her hands had the same pins and needles feeling as her breasts. She fumbled blindly and clumsily with the buckles and pad locks of the waist harness, going from key to key until she found the right one and eventually releasing them, then worked on reaching under the stool and releasing the straps holding the dildo upright. Using her left hand on the stool to steady herself, Kim struggled up onto her toes once again, her right hand angling the still<b> vibrating </font></b>dildo out from between her labia. Just at the moment the tip cleared her sensitive lips, her toes slipped and the dildo slid up along the labia and over her clitoris. She gasped sharply from the stimulation. The shaft slipped from her hand and lay on the stool seat. Kim bent at the waist and pressed her labia and clitoris to the vibrator with closed eyes. She shoved her hips forcefully and undulated over the vibrator. Moans slipped from her throat as the vibrator worked it’s magic on Kim’s now overly sensitive genitals, her legs still held out wide, the spread bar, still under the lower cross bars of the stool were basically immobile. Her upper body hung out over the seat, her head and hair hanging towards the floor, her hands in a death grip on the stool seat, keeping her from pitching forward. Again she started to climax, wailing behind the rubber ball, still locked in her mouth. She pressed her hips harder over the stool, rocking forward and back, grinding her sex on the<b> vibrating </font></b>rod. Suddenly with a gag muted wail, stars exploded behind her closed eyelids. Her entire body shook and quivered with the strength of the orgasm. Her rocking finally pitched the stool and Kim forward. She landed on her chest, the stool between her still spread legs. She drove her hands under her prone body to cup her genitals, intent on milking every last sensation from her orgasm. Kim lay exhausted, face down on the floor until her breathing began to steady. She could hear the vibrator buzzing on the tile floor somewhere. Finally, with great difficulty because of the spreader bar tangled in the stool legs, she turned herself over and sat up in the darkness. Her hands sliding over the floor searching for the keys. When found, she went through the ritual of inserting keys until she found the right one to open the ankle cuffs and set the bar aside. She wanted desperately to get the damn rubber ball, with its sickening taste out of her mouth. But her shoulders sagged, when she realized she hadn’t taken the small container with the key to this padlock out of the freezer. She crawled to the refrigerator, pulled herself upright and got the small ice filled container. Sliding back to her knees in fatigue, she crawled back to the sink in the dark and started running the hot water, placing the container below the stream of hot water. “What time was it?” she finally asked herself, struggling to her feet, she stumbled to the light switch, kicking the buzzing vibrator across the floor accidentally, almost tripping on the spreader bar. The bright hit her eyes like a thousand suns and she had to close them and work them open slowly to look at the clock. 8:45. she had spent over 5 hours unable to move from the stool, the<b> vibrating </font></b>dildo buried deep in her sex. Her Body was sore all over. Her nipples were still engorged and painfully tender. Her genitals still tingled. She was totally exhausted, Yet, she was totally satisfied. She slumped to the floor again to wait for the ice to melt in the sink and free the key to the gag.  |
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How disappointing no volunteers to be bound and photographed as Kim
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love when she starts fucking herself
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sorry!!! i deleted your comment on my post of today in error. my apologies!
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