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Slut loves to be bound & gagged

I’d  been looking forward to this party all week. I was particularly excited about this one because the invite said to come in fancy dress. I’d always wanted to dress as Catwoman, I would wear my Lycra catsuit, black thigh high boots, Lycra opera gloves, and I would tie a silk scarf loosely around my waist. As I showered I wondered what delights the night ahead would bring.

How rude of me, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Bunny. I’m just your average girl who works hard and likes to have fun when I can. At the moment I’m still single, maybe one day that will change. I am however a little bit unlucky, it seems that I’m cursed, at least once a week I end up bound and gagged through no fault of my own, in fact, my friends have started to call me Miss Adventure. I’ll carry on telling you what happened to me just last week………..

After drying myself  off I walked to the bedroom where my outfit was laying on the bed ready for me, stepping into the cat suit I pulled it up to my waist, pushing my arms in the sleeves. It felt so tight as it clung to me. I slowly pulled the zipper over my shaven pussy and up to my neck, the tight Lycra trapping my breasts, already my nipples had started to harden. I find the idea of being restricted such a turn on. Pulling on the Long boots and zipping them up I stood in front of the mirror, at nearly six foot I’m quite tall, the six inch heels just made me look even sexier. Turning to the side I could see all those days spent in the gym had certainly paid off, my stomach is flat, twisting round slightly I could see I still have a sexy little bum, something I’m often told.  I decided not to wear any panties, Lycra is unforgiving, no matter how small your panties are. Deciding to wear my hair up tonight, I fixed it with a clip, allowing a few wispy strands to fall down over my cheek bones. Pulling out a black silk scarf from my drawer I loosely tied it around my waist completing the look I was after. I was just about to get into my car when my mobile rang, it was the hostess and she needed a favour from me, could I pick a friend up from the Travel Lodge on my way to the Party, her name was Michelle and she was in Room 102. I had met Michelle once before, so I didn’t mind, in fact I was quite looking forward to seeing her again, Michelle kind of reminded me of me in a way, it was like we shared the same tastes.

The drive to the Travel Lodge only takes about five minutes, I parked my car and  made my way to reception, I felt very feminine and sexy at the same time, I  knew I looked good in my long boots and tight fitting outfit, the Lycra moulded itself round every part of my body. Sometimes when people look at me its as though they have their hands all over my body, a thought that often leaves me quite wet !

I found room 102 and knocked on the door, Michelle answered, “Hello Bunny, wow look at you, come in, come in, I’ll be two minutes” I followed Michelle into the small room, I liked her look, and made a mental note to copy it sometime, she wore a pencil skirt and seamed nylon stockings, Michelle had opted for the 1940’s look, the sheer black blouse did little to hide the fact Michelle had opted to go without a bra. “I just need to get my shoes on and I’ll be ready” stepping into a pair of strappy sandals Michelle wandered over to the window, “oh my god look at this”  Michelle seemed quite concerned so I  walked over to the window. Looking out I couldn’t see anything untoward but before I could say anything a hand was clamped over my mouth, pulling my head back, Michelle had gagged me with one hand using the other to pin my arms to my side. I tried to struggle but she was too strong.

“Oh dear Bunny, you have walked straight into my trap”. I squirmed trying to free myself but Michelle’s grip was vice like. my protests were muffled by Michelle’s hand. Spinning me  around from the window I saw someone else approach me. “Quick” Michelle said “Tie her ankles” My head was pulled back so I couldn’t see who was doing the tying, I felt my ankles tightly pulled together, the ties were quickly knotted making it impossible for me to kick out. I felt a hand on my breast which made me squirm, instantly my nipple became erect, standing out under the tight Lycra. The scarf was pulled from my waist and as Michelle pulled her hand away the scarf was tightly tied round my mouth, securely gagging me. Michelle had a firm grip on both of my wrists behind my back, I felt the coarse ropes through my gloves as they too were deftly bound tight. Oh no I thought, I’m getting tied up and gagged again. Michelle then threw me down on the bed  where I struggled against my bonds, My pussy was now sopping wet. Michelle straddled me pinning my shoulders down, her skirt had ridden high, her stocking tops and tiny panties were inches from my face. I felt so vulnerable as I  squirmed under Michelle trying to get free, this seemed to excite Michelle. She looked deep into my eyes, and in a rather menacing voice said “you were so easy to catch, and I love your outfit” her hand gently brushing my cheek.  “We are going to have so much fun tonight”.

I wondered what fate Michelle had in store for me, I think I knew it would involve me spending most of the night trussed up tight.

I do hope you enjoyed the first part of my tale, I’ll tell you what happened next now. As you know when I last left you I was securely bound and gagged, Michelle had straddled me and was looking at me with eyes full of devilish thoughts.

I tried to push her off me by arching my back, my breasts straining against the Lycra catsuit. “Mmmmph” it was no use, I couldn’t budge her, she had me pinned down hard. I could see she too was becoming aroused, she had started to perspire, and her skin became damp causing her sheer blouse to cling to her breasts. She looked so hot. She must have seen I noticed this because she lent forward pushing her breasts hard against my face, for a moment I had to struggle for air, causing me to try to kick out, but the long boots and the fact my ankles were tightly bound made this very hard. The more I struggled beneath her the more aroused I felt. Even when I was in my teens I loved to be restrained either by ropes or held down with my arms above my head, struggling.

After what seemed a lifetime but was probably only a minute or so Michelle sat back up. Pushing her hand between my thighs she felt how wet I’d become. “Ooh Bunny, I do believe you are enjoying this”, I blushed. I still couldn’t see who the other person in the room was, but, whoever they were they had so far stayed out of sight. “We are going to tie your ankles to each corner of the bed now Bunny” I felt my ankles being untied, you’re all probably thinking this was my chance to at least attempt escape, but to be honest I’d already decided the Party wasn’t going to be worth it, and how could I turn up as Catwoman with a sopping wet pussy! I would have been so frustrated I would have ravished the first man that looked at me!

With both ankles securely tied to the corners of the bed I really was helpless now, my wrists were still tied behind my back, I think they left me like this on purpose, it helped accentuate my breasts. “We’re going to blindfold you now” Michelle produced a scarf from nowhere and quickly tied it round my face, I wish she hadn’t because I could have stared at her breasts all night long. Once Michelle had secured the blindfold she got off me and rolled me onto one side, I struggled at first wondering what was happening, then I felt the ties around my wrist being loosened, before I could act on this Michelle and her accomplice had my arms outstretched and bound to each corner of the headboard, it was then that I felt very vulnerable and exposed, the only thing between me and them was a flimsy lycra catsuit.

I writhed around a bit trying to get free, but to be honest it was a pathetic attempt, even if I had wanted to be free whoever tied my knots certainly knew what they were doing, there was no give in them at all. I’d decided to accept my fate, after all it couldn’t get any worse. For a minute or so there was silence, I was beginning to think they’d left me here for the cleaners to find in the morning! Imagine my embarrassment having to explain to the manager why I was trussed up!. Without warning a hand clamped over my pussy making me jump, I moaned through the gag as the hand worked itself between my legs, probing through the Lycra as I arched my back, my head moving from side to side as I could feel myself throbbing with ecstasy, then my breasts were both squeezed, it seemed everytime I moved I felt a wave of pleasure go through me. As the pair of them handled me they didn’t utter a word. I felt the zip of the catsuit gently being pulled, soon my breasts were exposed as I panted through the gag, teeth gently nibbled at my erect nipples. I was so close, so close to heaven, the gates would soon be open and I would come so hard, they were driving me crazy. Everytime I felt a bite on my nipple my back would arch, my wrists and ankles strained at the bonds that held me secure, how I wanted to hold this person that was tormenting me, to make them eat me, finish me off, do anything just to let me come, but they wouldn’t. They stopped again and the room went quiet, my head felt as though it is about to explode. The zipper is pulled down further, slowly south revealing my stomach, I want them to go further, I want my pussy exposed so they can see how wet I am, I want them to taste me. The zip is pulled down as far as it will go, which is just under my crotch, I feel the cool air on my pussy as the wet Lycra is removed. My hips writhe almost inviting them to do something to me. I hear a buzzing noise.

The buzzing gets louder. My nipples suddenly feels as though its on fire as the tip of the vibe is gently passed over each breast making me buck and writhe. My moans of sheer ecstacy are more like whimpers as this feeling of euphoria goes straight to the pit of my stomach, I feel my legs turning to jelly. Two hands grab my buttocks and lift me up. Pillows are put in place under my arse making my wet pussy even more exposed and vulnerable, and then I feel it, first the tip, gently prodding, teasing. Slowly it slides inside me, deep inside me, the rhythm gets faster and I hear Michelle telling me how she is going to fuck me so hard. The gag is removed and quickly replaced with a hard cock. I suck on it greedily, It’s not long before I can taste his precum. He’s moaning now which  excites me even more, and just before he comes I feel him shudder, at that point I see stars exploding in my head as I too orgasm, his hot spunk spewing over my face. I’m drained. Like a limp doll. I have no energy to move. The room is silent and it was a couple of minutes before I realised my wrists had been untied. I wasn’t in any hurry to remove the blindfold as I was still excited and made myself come once more.

After I showered I’d decided it was too late to go to the Party, anyway, I was fucked, well and truly. I would go home, relax in a bath and reflex on how unlucky I was and why everybody wanted to tie me up. As I approached the car I saw a ticket on the windscreen, just my luck, a parking ticket. I took it off the windscreen and opened it. It wasn’t a parking ticket, it simply read “I need your help, please call this number” I didn’t recognize the number and no name was left. You know me I love a good mystery, I’ll ring it in the morning.

Bye for now.

Bunny xx

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