So, yesterday was Saturday, which is our normal cleaning day around the house. We both like a clean house, so we pretty much clean every single room thoroughly every week including: Vacuuming all of the rugs, sweeping all of the floors, using the Shark mop on all the hardwood and tile, using the Swiffer mop on all tile and wood to make it really shine, watering the plants, dusting, and doing laundry.
This week, S. decided that it would be fun (for him) to make things more difficult for me as I did my half of the cleaning. So he informed me that he would be adding one piece of bondage per room that we cleaned. Fortunately for me, our house is very small. But let's just say by the end, I was having a VERY difficult time cleaning anything at all!
This week, S. decided that it would be fun (for him) to make things more difficult for me as I did my half of the cleaning. So he informed me that he would be adding one piece of bondage per room that we cleaned. Fortunately for me, our house is very small. But let's just say by the end, I was having a VERY difficult time cleaning anything at all!
S. started off by shackling my wrists closely together. This may not sound like much, but you try sweeping without being able to separate your hands more than a couple of inches. It just makes everything much more awkward!!! After only about 10 minutes, I was already getting a backache from trying to do everything without any room for leverage between my hands. So annoying! But I tried not to complain too much because I knew more was to come...
I got lucky on the second room because S. simply put the ankle restrains on me but didn't connect them yet, so I mostly just continued to worry about not being able to do anything without both hands being close together. Filling the Shark was frustrating and trying to sweep things into the dustpan was near impossible. My backache got worse and I grumbled a lot to myself.
Then the really unfun part came: S. connected my ankle restraints so that only about two and a half inches were between my ankles, barely allowing me to move either foot in any direction. He then stood there and laughed at me as it took me several minutes to move across the room at a snail's pace, as I was only able to move each foot forward an inch or so at a time. SO frustrating! Especially with him imitating me and laughing! Grrrr! "How am I supposed to clean like this!!!???" I demanded. "Guess you'll have to figure it out!" he told me, still laughing.
And so I hobbled painfully slowly from room to room and did my best to keep cleaning. Things that normally seem as easy as breathing like sweeping the bedroom floor, now seemed daunting: It would take me a full two minutes of intense effort just to get to the other side of the room before I could even begin to start sweeping, and then my efforts were hampered by my wrist shackles. By now, both my wrists and ankles were getting sore in places from the constant tugging against the restraints as I struggled to keep cleaning.
Apparently, this wasn't enough for S. who then decided that he would whip my ass while I tried desperately to Shark mop the floor of one of the rooms. He pulled my pants down so my ass was exposed, and with my wrists shackled in front of me, it was impossible for me to pull them back up or protect myself (trust me, I tried!!!). He then started to whip my bare ass. I tried to drop the Shark and turn around, but he told me he would keep going until the room was done. I then tried to rush through the cleaning, but with my wrists shackled, making it difficult to extend the mop far from my body, my ankle restraints forcing me to take tiny little steps, and the constant distraction of the crack of the whip against my bare flesh, it was VERY distracting!!!
I whimpered, cried out, and complained through the entire room and then finally made it to the threshold saying: "I'm done! I'm done! I'm done!!!" over and over again. After that, S. put the whip away, but he continued to smack and squeeze my very sore ass every time he passed me for the rest of the morning. He also decided that I should insert the Ben Wa balls for the last part of our house work. And so I wound up panting and dripping as I tried to mop the bathroom floor with my wrists and ankles still shackled, and the Ben Wa balls vibrating inside me with every movement. Argh! By this time, everything was aching from the effort of cleaning without having any freedom of movement and having to fight the restraints the entire time.
By the time we got to the hallway, I was exhausted and just gave up, collapsing to my knees in the corner for a while. Fortunately for me, S. took pity on me and finished the last of the cleaning and then took my restraints off and told me I could remove the Ben Wa balls and go take a bath.
Oh my goodness, the bath felt GREAT! It eased my poor aching back and joint muscles and I felt much better by the time I got done. But then S. informed me that he wasn't done yet because I still had the laundry to do. he told me that he would be using the wand on me for five full minutes for each load I put in the laundry or dryer. Gah!
As many of you know, I LOVE my wand, but only in very very short doses. Somewhere between 2 and 3 minutes maximum is amply enough to make me cum and any type of stimulation after I've cum is enough to make me scream and try to escape: Once I've cum, I'm SO sensitive, all I want to do is have nothing touch me ever again in that area! In fact, if I'm the one in control of the wand, I'll actually turn it off as soon as I start to cum so I don't go crazy. But here, S. was determined to use the wand on me repeatedly for extended periods of time throughout the day!
S. waited until I'd finished the first load of laundry and then put it in the dryer so he could start off with a combo of 10 full minutes. He announced that he would do 5 minutes with it on the low setting and 5 on the high setting. (Typically, I cum in about 2 minutes with it on low and somewhere around 30 seconds to a minute with it on high so I knew I was in trouble.) S. didn't bother to tie me up for this, but sat with my legs sort of underneath his. I squirmed and kicked and wriggled and pushed and pulled, but it didn't get me very far because he is so much stronger than I am: A fact I find infinitely unfair!!!!
I spent the first five minutes with the wand on low, trying desperately not to cum, knowing that once I did, the rest of the time would be absolute torture. I continually tried to wriggle away from S or change my position so he couldn't press the wand so firmly into me, but all to no avail. It's SO annoying to have my favorite toy inside me and not even be able to enjoy it at all, for fear of what will happen once I cum! Grrr!!!
I made it through the first five minutes miraculously, but almost as soon as S. switched it to high, it was all over. There is simply no way to resist that level of stimulation!!! Plus, he made it worse by rubbing my clit with his thumb over and over. I think I made it about 20 seconds in and came immediately. The rest of my four and a half minutes on high were spent with me alternating between desperately trying to wriggle away and escape and me screaming: "OFF! Turn it OFF!" at S, who of course, completely ignored me and just kept right on pushing the wand in deeper.
FINALLY the 10 minutes were up and I went to clean myself. After this, we went shopping which gave me some respite, but as soon as we came home, I had to put new loads in the washer and dryer, which meant another full 10 minutes with the wand. I was already tired and my defenses were down, so I didn't even make it through the five minutes on low this time around. I came somewhere around the third or fourth minute and then spent the rest of the time trying desperately to escape. S finds it particularly funny when I yell at him about how unfair it is that he is so much stronger than I am. Anyway, I came a second time, by now the orgasms were getting painful and maybe a third time, but once it gets to that point, it's hard to tell any more. I was completely exhausted by the time those 10 minutes were up and I was about ready to pay someone else to do the rest of the laundry!
But S. let me rest for the rest of the day, thank God!!! However, he determined that he would inflict the final 10 minutes on me for the last 2 loads of laundry this morning instead. This time around, he put the wand in a slightly different way and kept it on high the entire time. That, plus him relentlessly teasing my clit with his thumb, and I barely made it through the first two minutes out of ten before I came hard! This time though, I was so worn out from yesterday and the sensation was so intense, I could barely even move: My legs were like frozen in place. I mostly just shook and moaned and tears even flowed from beneath my closed eyelids from the sheer intensity of the sensation holding me in place.
"Oh God, PLEASE turn it off!!! PLEASE! PLEASE!" I moaned repeatedly. "Please, Master!" S prompted me. Argh. I HATE saying that evil M. word but the level of sensation was so much I simply had zero resistance and I almost immediately broke and begged: "Please, Master!" He made me repeat it once more before he was finally satisfied and blissfully turned off the instrument of torture. I had to lie there for several minutes, before I could even remember how to move!
Then the really unfun part came: S. connected my ankle restraints so that only about two and a half inches were between my ankles, barely allowing me to move either foot in any direction. He then stood there and laughed at me as it took me several minutes to move across the room at a snail's pace, as I was only able to move each foot forward an inch or so at a time. SO frustrating! Especially with him imitating me and laughing! Grrrr! "How am I supposed to clean like this!!!???" I demanded. "Guess you'll have to figure it out!" he told me, still laughing.
And so I hobbled painfully slowly from room to room and did my best to keep cleaning. Things that normally seem as easy as breathing like sweeping the bedroom floor, now seemed daunting: It would take me a full two minutes of intense effort just to get to the other side of the room before I could even begin to start sweeping, and then my efforts were hampered by my wrist shackles. By now, both my wrists and ankles were getting sore in places from the constant tugging against the restraints as I struggled to keep cleaning.
Apparently, this wasn't enough for S. who then decided that he would whip my ass while I tried desperately to Shark mop the floor of one of the rooms. He pulled my pants down so my ass was exposed, and with my wrists shackled in front of me, it was impossible for me to pull them back up or protect myself (trust me, I tried!!!). He then started to whip my bare ass. I tried to drop the Shark and turn around, but he told me he would keep going until the room was done. I then tried to rush through the cleaning, but with my wrists shackled, making it difficult to extend the mop far from my body, my ankle restraints forcing me to take tiny little steps, and the constant distraction of the crack of the whip against my bare flesh, it was VERY distracting!!!
I whimpered, cried out, and complained through the entire room and then finally made it to the threshold saying: "I'm done! I'm done! I'm done!!!" over and over again. After that, S. put the whip away, but he continued to smack and squeeze my very sore ass every time he passed me for the rest of the morning. He also decided that I should insert the Ben Wa balls for the last part of our house work. And so I wound up panting and dripping as I tried to mop the bathroom floor with my wrists and ankles still shackled, and the Ben Wa balls vibrating inside me with every movement. Argh! By this time, everything was aching from the effort of cleaning without having any freedom of movement and having to fight the restraints the entire time.
By the time we got to the hallway, I was exhausted and just gave up, collapsing to my knees in the corner for a while. Fortunately for me, S. took pity on me and finished the last of the cleaning and then took my restraints off and told me I could remove the Ben Wa balls and go take a bath.
Oh my goodness, the bath felt GREAT! It eased my poor aching back and joint muscles and I felt much better by the time I got done. But then S. informed me that he wasn't done yet because I still had the laundry to do. he told me that he would be using the wand on me for five full minutes for each load I put in the laundry or dryer. Gah!
As many of you know, I LOVE my wand, but only in very very short doses. Somewhere between 2 and 3 minutes maximum is amply enough to make me cum and any type of stimulation after I've cum is enough to make me scream and try to escape: Once I've cum, I'm SO sensitive, all I want to do is have nothing touch me ever again in that area! In fact, if I'm the one in control of the wand, I'll actually turn it off as soon as I start to cum so I don't go crazy. But here, S. was determined to use the wand on me repeatedly for extended periods of time throughout the day!
S. waited until I'd finished the first load of laundry and then put it in the dryer so he could start off with a combo of 10 full minutes. He announced that he would do 5 minutes with it on the low setting and 5 on the high setting. (Typically, I cum in about 2 minutes with it on low and somewhere around 30 seconds to a minute with it on high so I knew I was in trouble.) S. didn't bother to tie me up for this, but sat with my legs sort of underneath his. I squirmed and kicked and wriggled and pushed and pulled, but it didn't get me very far because he is so much stronger than I am: A fact I find infinitely unfair!!!!
I spent the first five minutes with the wand on low, trying desperately not to cum, knowing that once I did, the rest of the time would be absolute torture. I continually tried to wriggle away from S or change my position so he couldn't press the wand so firmly into me, but all to no avail. It's SO annoying to have my favorite toy inside me and not even be able to enjoy it at all, for fear of what will happen once I cum! Grrr!!!
I made it through the first five minutes miraculously, but almost as soon as S. switched it to high, it was all over. There is simply no way to resist that level of stimulation!!! Plus, he made it worse by rubbing my clit with his thumb over and over. I think I made it about 20 seconds in and came immediately. The rest of my four and a half minutes on high were spent with me alternating between desperately trying to wriggle away and escape and me screaming: "OFF! Turn it OFF!" at S, who of course, completely ignored me and just kept right on pushing the wand in deeper.
FINALLY the 10 minutes were up and I went to clean myself. After this, we went shopping which gave me some respite, but as soon as we came home, I had to put new loads in the washer and dryer, which meant another full 10 minutes with the wand. I was already tired and my defenses were down, so I didn't even make it through the five minutes on low this time around. I came somewhere around the third or fourth minute and then spent the rest of the time trying desperately to escape. S finds it particularly funny when I yell at him about how unfair it is that he is so much stronger than I am. Anyway, I came a second time, by now the orgasms were getting painful and maybe a third time, but once it gets to that point, it's hard to tell any more. I was completely exhausted by the time those 10 minutes were up and I was about ready to pay someone else to do the rest of the laundry!
But S. let me rest for the rest of the day, thank God!!! However, he determined that he would inflict the final 10 minutes on me for the last 2 loads of laundry this morning instead. This time around, he put the wand in a slightly different way and kept it on high the entire time. That, plus him relentlessly teasing my clit with his thumb, and I barely made it through the first two minutes out of ten before I came hard! This time though, I was so worn out from yesterday and the sensation was so intense, I could barely even move: My legs were like frozen in place. I mostly just shook and moaned and tears even flowed from beneath my closed eyelids from the sheer intensity of the sensation holding me in place.
"Oh God, PLEASE turn it off!!! PLEASE! PLEASE!" I moaned repeatedly. "Please, Master!" S prompted me. Argh. I HATE saying that evil M. word but the level of sensation was so much I simply had zero resistance and I almost immediately broke and begged: "Please, Master!" He made me repeat it once more before he was finally satisfied and blissfully turned off the instrument of torture. I had to lie there for several minutes, before I could even remember how to move!
Fortunately, the laundry is pretty much done now, so I believe I'm safe for the rest of the day!!!
