Date: Thu, 17 Jun 2010 19:03:29 -0500
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: The Fuckerware Party - Chapter 02

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.