Fuckerware Party

The Fuckerware Party - Chapter 02 by Tappy McWidestance

How long had I been waiting? I heard the chime on my living room clock strike twelve just after I had cuffed my wrists behind my back. The vibrator on my clit and in my pussy and ass had been happily buzzing away at a speed too low for me to come, but high enough to drive my arousal through the roof. Several times I thought I had heard my mystery lover open the back door, but nobody made their presence known or changed the speed on my remote controlled vibrating panties. Time was standing still. My mind was shattered with lust. The only thing I knew was I hadn't been there for an hour because the clock had not chimed one.

I found myself begging for relief even though I didn't know if anybody else was in the room. If someone was in the house they were remaining remarkably quiet, but I couldn't control my emotions. Finally I broke down in tears as my most sensitive spots ached with need. A need I could not meet without help. I heard the clock strike one. Damn, it's only been an hour. I'd gone two hours before, but this time was different. This time I was not relying on my timer handcuffs to release me. This time I had to wait for help.

Finally, just after the clock struck two, I heard the back door open. I then heard the telltale sound of heels walking across the kitchen floor. They sounded like stilettos. They were very distinctive. The sound disappeared as I assumed the woman reached the hall carpet or perhaps she took off her shoes. I began to tense in anticipation of her arrival at my restrained, unprotected and overheated body. My release, both figuratively and literally would be soon.

I sensed her presence standing behind the chair. Our frist physical contact was her hands reaching around the chair to tweak my nipples. Her apparently long finger nails scraped slowly against my sensitive nubs. I pictured her with long red, no make that bright red nail polish, as she tormented my nipples fanning my flames of my lust. My first sound was a moan. My second physical contact was a second blindfold being applied over the first. This one was much heavier and was attached much tighter around my head. There was no chance for even a peek under the edge with this one. As quick as she had appeared, she was gone.

I heard what I perceived as the couch cushion compressing. Perhaps she had sat down. I then heard a click. From my experience I knew that sound came from the panties remote. My dull tease became a quick burst of energy as all my spots received a jolt of vibration goodness for about 15 seconds. I was close. So close. And then the motion stopped. The room was silent except the sound of my breathing.

I heard the sound of a zipper. I knew it wasn't me so my mystery partner must have been disrobing. I heard the buzz of a vibrator, but it wasn't one of mine. The sound became muffled as it obviously found its way into the woman's pussy. The room was once again filled with moans, only this time they were not from me. I had to sit and listen to the woman pleasure herself while I could only sit and wait.

Again time stood still. I sat in silence listening to her heavy breathing and moans of pleasure until she finally came. When the room was once again silent, I begged to be allowed to come. There was no answer. I asked who she was. Again no answer. I asked if she would at least turn on my panties even if they were at the tease setting because anything was better than nothing. I heard a click and the panties started to cycle on and off between the three attachments. I hated this setting. It was worse than tease mode because it turned me on even more, but from experience I knew it wouldn't get me all the way to an orgasm.

My increased moans, however, did make enough sound to mask the sounds of the woman getting up and moving over to me. She didn't say a word or touch me this time, but I did feel the plastic tip of a vibrator press against my lips. It wasn't turned on and I nipped at the tip with my tongue before it was pressed into my mouth. I now had all three of my holes filled and my clit buzzing but was still unable to reach my release. The vibrator was held in my mouth while I savored the taste of my mystery lover. Apparently satisfied that I had cleaned her toy properly, she pulled it from my mouth. She then gave my nipples another tweak and was gone. I heard the creak of our stairs as I continued to marinate in my own juices in the living room. Why was she going upstairs? Why doesn't she just finish me? The clock struck three while I continued to wait.

I heard the stairs creak again and then the panties turned off. I felt her wonderful nails rake across my nipples once again and then she was pulling me off the chair. She left my wrists cuffed, but I could tell she was unclipping my boots. She then began to slide the panties down my thighs and over the boots. My legs were weak, but with her help the panties slid over the boots and onto the floor. I felt the chain being reattached between the boots. I prayed I wasn't about to take another trip outside.

I didn't have to worry. I was led to the stairs. I was guided up the stairs. My mystery lover had one hand on my ass, squeezing it to help me balance. Her other hand was on my lower back nudging me forward. I assumed I was heading to the master bedroom and I was right. Up we went until I was directed to the last door at the end of the hall. I was glad I had made the bed this morning. As it turns out, it didn't matter. Without warning I was shoved forward. As my legs hit the bed, I fell forward. Instead of my fluffy comforter, I landed on the far less tactile fabric on the bondage bed I had modeled for Suzy. As I lay bent over the edge of the bed I felt a sharp slap across my right buttock. Then one across the left to even it out. I then recognized my favorite vibrator, a rabbit with ball bearings inside of it that twists and turns being inserting into my over stimulated pussy. I began to hump my hips backward onto the toy. Apparently my lack of patience was not appreciated because the vibrator was removed and my butt received two additional hand prints.

Now I felt my legs begin raised as I was twisted onto the bed and then onto my back. I remembered by first bondage bed orgasm thanks to Jill and wasn't scared at all. I felt my boots being unclipped before they were resecured at the corners spreading my pussy open wide. I was lying on my back but was guided into a sitting position courtesy of two well timed tugs on my nipples. Once I was seated, my cuffs were unclipped and I was pushed back down to my back. As you probably guessed, my wrists were resecured and I was now held spread eagle on my own bed. Once again I heard my rabbit turn on, but instead of putting it in my pussy, my tormentor simply placed it upright along my pussy's outer lips. I couldn't close my legs to make better contact. Its vibrations barely registered on my pussy. I could feel its buzz slightly, just enough to remind me that it was there and the batteries were going to waste.

I felt a weight shift as my lover got off the bed. I tried to guess what she was doing, but could not. I then felt the edge of the bed move again and then felt her leg being positioned over my body. Without a word, hell she hasn't spoken yet so why start now, I felt a dripping pussy descend over my mouth. I'd never ate a pussy before and I certainly didn't have a choice about starting now. My lover waited a few moments while I tentatively stuck out my tongue took my first few licks. Apparently impatient, she grabbed my head and began to forcibly ride my face. I'm sure she was getting more enjoyment out of the friction of my nose against her clit and what pressure I could mount with my tongue than my admitted undeveloped pussy eating skills. Was she on top of me for 5 minutes or 10? I don't know but eventually she did screech in pleasure, a signal I took as a compliment.

I felt her get off the bed again and finally felt the rabbit being pushed back into my pussy. I quickly moaned and began to rebuild my emotion looking for a release. But my lover would have none of that. Before I could cum, she pulled the vibrator back out. I heard her turn it off and then felt her reinsert it into my pussy. I then felt her moving back up to the top of the bed. I wondered if she was going to make me service her again. The answer was yes and no.

I felt her lifting my head as another strap was pulled around. There was something resting on my chin. I didn't know what it was, but it had a fair amount of weight. I felt her again climbing over me. It didn't take much detective work to realize that she had strapped a dildo over my chin as she mounted my face. I'd seen these at Suzy's house although I had never handled one at a party. My lover ground her pussy over the dildo. Her scent assailed my nostrils as her moisture leaked over the phallus and onto my mouth and nose. I was present in the room, but she didn't need me other than to provide a solid foundation for her fake cock.

Over and over she pounded my head into the pillow as she rode the dildo. She obviously knew how to please herself and, by my count, came three more times while hovering over my face. That was five climaxes for her. I had been teased for at least three and a half hours and was still begging for my first. Eventually she must have tired because I felt her kneeling back up, popping the dildo free. There was the obligatory rush of air out of her pussy indicating she had done a good job fucking herself. I was jealous.

I sensed her leaning forward and once again her pussy was ground on my face. Less on my mouth and more on my nose this time as she marked my face with her scent. Every breath from that point on was filled with her aroma. She removed the straps holding the dildo. Like the vibrator before, I was forced to clean her juices off her toy before she got off the bed. As she was getting up, I felt her wonderful fingernails give a quick scrape over my neglected clit. She knew how to make me moan and beg. That much was sure. I heard the rabbit turn back on and felt it begin to penetrate me, but only for about two inches. Damn, no orgasm upcoming from that!

The vibrator was just far enough into my pussy to give me the tingles. Obviously my mystery lover was enjoying teasing me. I didn't know how much more I could take, but I had the bad feeling I was going to find out. I heard the woman going through my dresser and then into my closet. She was searching my room and I prayed she wasn't just going to rob me and leave me. How could I explain this to the police? Well, I don't know who she is, what her name is, what she looks like, but I tied myself up for her and serviced her pussy before she robbed me blind and left me with a vibrator in my pussy. I could barely admit to myself that I liked being treated this way let alone tell somebody else.

After maybe 10 minutes, I felt the vibrator being pulled out of my pussy and turned off. Once again my lover had me clean the toy. My juices tasted very nice to me. I could tell she was sitting on the bed near my head. I wondered if I was going to have to pleasure her again. As usual I was begging to be allowed to cum. I felt her stand up again and then felt pressure between my legs.

I felt her blow hot air across my clit. It felt deliciously naughty. I then felt her index finger slide into my damp pussy as her tongue made contact with my clit. Finally! I thought. Through her deliberate and measured actions, she brought my arousal to a fever pitch. But she still would not let me cum. I was on the edge, but she carefully slowed or stopped her ministrations before I could crash over. I struggled against my bonds. I screamed. I moaned. I wanted to break free just to finish the job myself. I'd never been so turned on. After her last cycle of taking me to the edge, I felt her get up. Now what, I thought. What else can she do to me to tease me?

I heard a chirp from her watch. Damn, was it 4 o'clock? I'd been on the edge for almost 4 hours. I yelled, "Fuck, I need to cum. Watermelon, fruit salad, fuck you, whatever you want to hear. Give me relief! I'll suck your pussy again afterward until you can't cum anymore! Fuck me, spank me, whip me but let me cum!"

I heard more movement by the dresser and then felt her back on the end of the bed. I was out of control babbling incoherently. I barely noticed when the dildo first penetrated me. As my mind caught up with what my body was feeling, I just hissed "Yessss" as a large dildo began to fill my pussy. My lover slowly pushed the dildo further and further into my slobbering pussy and my moans of frustration became screams of joy. Finally, when I was more filled than I ever had been before, my pussy struggling to stretch enough to accommodate the foreign invader, I felt a little nub rub above my pussy lips and nick the underside of my clit. That was enough to push me right to the edge. I screamed for her to take me like she'd never taken anybody else before.

I felt the dildo begin to pull back. She was slow. She took her time until just the tip was resting at the entrance of my womanhood. Then I felt the second stroke. Full, fuller, fullest it went. I was babbling again by the time the nub once again clipped the edge of my clit. She held the dildo there for a moment. I felt the pressure on the bed shift and felt the dildo swirl ever so slightly in a circular motion. Then it dawned on me. I felt the mattress pressure change ever so slightly as she began to pull out. She was obviously wearing this huge dildo and was fucking me like a guy.

Not that I needed any encouragement, but this revelation struck a nerve with me. Each stroke brought me closer to the revolutionary climax I knew was coming. On the edge with each thrust, I fought to hold on to my sanity as my orgasm built. My pussy had stretched enough to allow my lover to increase the pace and strength of her thrusts. I now wanted to prolong this pleasure, but try as I might, I knew I couldn't last much longer. I was screaming obscenities at my tormentor trying to keep my mind away from cumming to allow my body to build and even bigger release. "Fuck, fuck,fuck, yes, rip my pussy apart!" and "Don't stop. You're the greatest," flowed freely from my lips. I think I even blurt out "I love you," but I was so far gone nothing my body was doing was voluntary.

The final straw was when my lover laid down on top of me. Her arms and legs were positioned spread eagled on top of mine. Her hands grasped my wrists just below the cuffs. Her breasts were mashing into mine and she began to assault my mouth with her tongue and lips. She stopped thrusting with the dildo buried to the hilt in my pussy and began rotating her hips. The dildo began hitting new pressure points in my pussy I didn't even know existed and the dam burst.

I let out a howl into her mouth as I was consumed by a massive climax. As with Suzy before, by body quivered and shook and I lay beneath my anonymous lover. My hips were bouncing forcing the dildo to rise and fall, at least a little, even though my lover was just holding on at this point. As I started to calm, ever so slightly, she restarted the assault on my defenseless body. She got back into a pushup position and resumed pummeling my pussy with her massive fuck stick. She held her position with one hand and savagely squeezed my nipples. She slapped my cheek and then my breasts. My entire body was consumed by orgasm as waves and waves of pleasure flowed through my body. Over and over she pounded the cock into me and over and over I came again. Orgasms began to flow into one another so fast they became one constant release. After being teased for 4 hours and begging to be allowed to cum, eventually I had to beg to be allowed to stop.

Thankfully my partner was more accommodating of this request and stopped thrusting and pulled her cock out of me with an obscene 'pop'. I was kind of surprised I didn't pass out like I did with Suzy, but I wasn't surprised when I felt her moving and then felt the tip of the dildo pushing pass my lips. I cleaned it lovingly, mewing like a kitten with a saucer of milk. Even now, my mystery lover didn't say anything. I felt her get up and then felt a bed sheet drawn over me. Once again I asked her who she was. Certainly at this point of our relationship, names were in order. But she said nothing. I heard the sounds of another squishy pussy as she apparently was fingering herself while looking at me. I took pride that she came very quickly. I then felt something stretching over my head and covering my nose and mouth. It was a pair of cotton panties. They were probably mine, but the definitely had been used to wipe up her pussy juice. The taste was familiar, sweet and arousing and every breath I took now reminded me of her.

I heard her walk out of the room. I tried to think of how I was going to explain my position to Jim when he got home, but exhaustion soon overtook me and I fell asleep. I slept the sleep of the dead oblivious to anything around me. I finally woke when I felt a sharp slap across my buttock. At first I didn't know where I was but the memories of the day flooded back to me. I was still in a bed but I wasn't spread eagled any more. My wrists were once again behind my back, this time in handcuffs. I couldn't tell, but I hoped they were my timer cuffs. My boots were once again cuffed together, this time to each other without the benefit of the chain keeping my legs tightly together. My calves and my thighs were also strapped together and I felt something resting on my pussy and another belt around my hips holding whatever it was in place. I was still blindfolded. I thrashed around a bit testing my bindings. As I was doing so, I felt the now dry panties being pulled back over my head. I calmed down and was rewarded with a deep soulful kiss which left me gasping for air. Before I could speak, I felt another pair of panties, obviously freshly soiled by my lover's pussy begin its journey over my head to its resting place on top of my nose and mouth. These were even wetter than the first pair as I took a deep breath to revel in their smell and taste.

I heard a click and what I later learned a Hitachi Wand began to buzz my clit, held tight by the hip strap. My lover had thankfully chosen the low setting. I don't think I could have survived on high. I came again almost immediately followed by a period of intense irritation and pain until my mind and poor abused clit could readjust themselves and build to another orgasm. I lost track of how many cycles of climax, irritation, climax, pain, climax I had as I rolled from side to side on the bed. At one point I ended up on my stomach and began to hump the bed is an effort to drive the teasing wand harder against my pussy. This didn't have the effect I desired so I struggled to the edge of the bed and then fell off. The pain of crashing onto the floor was quickly replaced by the pleasure of another climax. My bondage prevented me from moving fast but I managed to crawl in the direction of the bathroom. Even without sight because of blindfold, I was determined to crawl to the bathroom where I hoped I could reach the counter top and grind my pussy on it. I had to scoot my way like an inchworm because of my legs being pressed together. Each time I stretched to move forward, the ball of the wand hit the floor and pressed more fully against my clit and labia. Needless to say, I loved every moment and came twice more crawling across the floor.

Finally I felt the cool bathroom tile against my face. I rested for a moment, my new favorite toy giving me yet another orgasm. They were flowing like water now and the only thing I could think of was helping the toy do its job. Recovering from my last cum, I rose slightly to scoot another couple of inches when I felt a tug on the wand. WTF? I moved again and again felt the wand pulling in the opposite direction. Then it turned off. My pussy was still pulsating against the ball of the wand, but no vibrations were pleasing my clit. What happened?

I lay on the floor, a heaping mess of orgasmed out flesh. My mind finally started to clear and thinking back to how Suzy would demonstrate the wand solved the mystery. The biggest advantage to the wand, or its curse in my case, was that it wasn't battery operated. It is A/C powered and plugs into the wall. Obviously you never have to worry about your batteries going dead of someone ties you to it, but if you forget that and pull the plug out of the wall, you're pretty much screwed. I had a decision to make. I was at the threshold of the bathroom door. About three feet and somehow getting to my feet and I could hump the countertop. Without the wand buzzing, however, I questioned whether that was worth the effort. Fifteen feet in the other direction was where the wand probably had been plugged in. I was guessing she used the open outlet by the door and near the bed. Fifteen feet was a long way, but I needed the wand turned back on.

The crawl was exhausting. Inch by inch I moved toward the door with the wand teasing my clit on every up and down cycle of my hips. Thinking about the wonderful vibrations kept me focused. I would not allow myself to think about what would happen if she had used a different outlet and had to search the room. Once again time had stood still. I had no idea how long I had slept and now had no concept about how long my quest for power was taking. Jim could be home any minute or it could still be hours.

I was a sweating mess by the time I made it to the wall. I was mashing my head around the carpet searching for the plug and thankfully I found it. Now I just had to get it plugged into the wall. I had no desire to try and plug it in using my teeth. Talk about hard to explain. It would be bad enough to explain to Jim why I was bound on the floor but if I electrocuted myself, how do you spin that one. No, I had to use my hands. I made a mental note of where the plug was and then rolled over on my side and tried to find the wire with my hands. After success with that task, I wiggled over to the wall and started searching for the wall jack. That task was by far the more difficult one. Once I found the jack I had to figure out how to bend my wrists to get the plug into the wall. I also had to make sure the polarity plug was going the right way.

This task proved very frustrating. I was almost to the point of tears, both in frustration for failing at the task and in need to get the wand turned back on. At last I found the right angle and direction and I felt the plug slide into the wall jack. Instantly my happiness wand sprung to life and almost as quick I felt my pleasure begin to build again. I thought the wand would quickly take me over the edge, but it didn't. For some reason my mind was looking for more. Perhaps it was the long crawl, but my mind was telling my body that I needed to turn the wand on high instead of low. But how?

As I lay on the floor contemplating my options, my arousal built and built, but wouldn't go over the top. I'd had enough teasing for one day. I wasn't going to lay here wallowing in my own self pity and pussy juice until Jim came home. Finally in desperation I managed to wiggle to my knees. I knew there was a bedside table to my right. Perhaps I could hump the corner and flip the power switch. I tried, but my effort was futile. I had one more option in reach of the power cord. The door knob. I struggled to my feet, but I couldn't walk. What a sight I must have been hopping to the door and crashing into the wall. I slide along the door feeling my way for the knob. My juices were running down my leg as I began to hump the doorknob trying to both flip the switch and get the wand to apply for pressure against my clit. I succeeded in both. I was getting real close to another climax when the switch finally kicked over to high. I flinched at the sudden doubling of vibrations and fell backward on the floor as another fantastic orgasm consumed me. This time the pain didn't return and within minutes I was cumming again. And then again. And then I heard a click from behind my back. The cuffs had released.

I quickly unhooked my wrists and then removed the blindfold. I continued to let the wand work its magic as I tried to release my boots. After success I moved on to my calves and thighs finally being able to spread my legs and stretch. I wanted to turn off the wand, but my lust wouldn't let me. I had been building to another cum so throwing caution to the wind I lay down on the bed and started paying with my nipples. I was moaning "yes mistress, fuck me" when my final orgasm from the ordeal consumed me. After a few more minutes of rolling on the bed and convulsing in pleasure, I turn off the wand and unstrapped it.

I lay on the bed trying to recover and get my wits about me. I finally had the forethought to look at the alarm clock. It was 8:15. Eight plus hours of torment, teasing and orgasms. I took a deep, satisfied breath about what I had endured and the orgasms I had experienced. I had lost track. I never considered myself multi-orgasmic before, but I guess I learned something.

Lying in the post orgasmic haze I was absentmindedly playing with my nipples when I heard the garage door open. Shit! Jim was home. I jumped out of bed and made a quick scan of the room. There were toys, clothes and evidence of my debauchery everywhere. In a flash I was picking everything up and throwing it in the bottom dresser drawer. I ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I was about to jump in when I remembered the bondage mat on the bed. Sprinting back into the room I first had to determine how the straps held it to the bed. Once done I quickly released it and then scanned the room for a place to hide it. I was panicking, but then it hit me. The bondage bed was rolled up and going under the bed as I heard the stairs creek and Jim calling my name. I bolted back to the bathroom and jumped into the shower.

I quickly doused my hair with shampoo as I heard him entering the bedroom and worked it into lather. Jim entered the bathroom and I acted surprised that I had not heard him. Thankfully he was pretty worn out from his second job and after saying "hi" wandered back downstairs. It was then I thought of any evidence that might be in the living room.

I rinsed off the shampoo and got out of the shower. As I looked in the mirror, my pussy was red and swollen, but otherwise I showed no signs of abuse. After toweling off I went back into the bedroom. It reeked of female sex. I hoped my sense of smell was more attuned to the odor and that Jim had somehow missed it. After putting on my least sexy pajamas, I opened the bedroom window to let the room air out. As I was looking out the window, I saw a car down the block flash its lights then pull away from the curb in a u-turn and drive away. I couldn't make out a model of car or any details of the driver. Was my lover keeping watch over me until I was safe? I felt a warm glow across my body.

I knew I had to face Jim and hoped he would be too tired to realize anything was amiss. Fortunately he was zoning out by the TV so I sat down on the couch and joined him. Both of us quickly fell asleep in the living room. I woke to him shaking me gently a few hours later and telling me to come upstairs with him.

I woke the next morning sore and tired. I did not have a restful sleep. Jim was off to work and I was ready to leave when I decided to check my email. There was a message from her. I read it and reread it. My hands found their way into my pants. My pussy was wet again.