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The Blind Date
Simone lived on the outskirts of the city. She owned a ranch style house built of brick, with the closest neighbor living a quarter of a mile down the road. As I had at the restaurant, I watched Simone’s nice, firm ass as she walked into her house.
The second we stepped into her house, Simone spun and kissed Devon. As their tongues danced in each other’s mouth, Devon reached down and groped Simone’s firm, hard ass. Simone bit Devon’s lower lip as she broke their embrace.
“I’m going to change into something a little more comfortable.”
“Where do you keep your rope?” Devon asked, as Simone made her way out of the room.
“Down in the basement. There is a closet, the first door on the left.” Simone motioned towards a door and exited from the room. Devon followed the direction which Simone motioned and walked into the basement. AS Devon made his way down the stairs he could feel the air temperature become cooler and cooler. The room was furnished with a large sectional couch, a big screen television and a bar that stood in the corner of the room.
Devon saw the closet that Simone mentioned and opened the door. He was stunned by what he saw. The back wall of closet was covered by shelving and lining the shelves were various items for bondage. One shelf was dedicated to vibrators and butt-plugs of various sizes, another shelf was covered with rope, metal handcuffs and leather straps. Another shelf contained gags of various shapes and sizes and was joined by clamps and weights. Finally, the last shelf was filled with DVD and VHS tapes. They were all professional videos and Devon reached for one to play, when his eye caught something.
A video sitting in the back corner of the shelf was a tape with big black block letters ‘ME’ written on it. Devon grabbed the tape and rushed to the television and DVD/VCR that sat on top of the television. He jammed the tape into the VCR and turned on the television and pushed play.
The television’s screen showed a picture of the very basement that Devon was standing in. The camera was placed on either the top of the big screen TV, or a tripod that stood next to the television. The large couch had been moved to some place unseen, leaving the room empty. At least for the most part.
What could be seen in the room were two ropes which hung from the ceiling, two pair of handcuffs which were attached to the wall facing the camera and what looked like a thin pole standing up from the floor and ending roughly at waist level.
Suddenly, someone took control of the camera and maneuvered the equipment so that the lens was concentrating of the pole rising from the ground. Next the camera started to zoom in on the object and as the image came closer on screen, Devon could see that in fact it was in a pole of some form rising from the ground. At the end of the pole, someone had mounted a very large, black dildo. Once the viewer had a good look at the dildo, the camera slowly panned over to the two pieces of rope.
The ends of the ropes which hung loosely from the ceiling were attached to two menacing clamps, which Devon assumed to be nipple clamps. The camera followed the ropes as they made their way towards the ceiling where they ran through large eyebolts in the rafters of the basement.
Devon glanced up to the ceiling and saw the very large eyebolts still mounted in the ceiling. When he turned his attention back to the television, the camera was focused on the ends of the rope. The rope had been looped through five large metal washers roughly the size of a half dollar. The washers would easily fit through the large eye bolts in the ceiling, but they were held in place by the large cube of ice they were frozen inside.
Next, the camera panned to another piece of string. One end of the string was attached to the ceiling, while the other end was tied to a gold key, which had also been frozen in a block of ice. The ice encased key was held to the ceiling by another eyebolt, which held the key out of reach until all of the ice had melted. The camera then moved from the ceiling to the ground, where it zoomed in on two shackles attached to the floor roughly a foot and a half to each side of the pole rising from the ground.
The camera finally started to back out showing the entire room again with the area that had just been documented in the center of the screen. Suddenly, someone stepped out from behind the camera and into the field of view. From the body structure, Devon immediately knew it was Simone.
She was dressed in extremely tight fitting, hot pink and black latex that covered her entire body from head to toe, except for a few strategic spots. As she walked away from the camera, Simone’s firm, round ass protruded from the opening in the rear of the latex outfit. When she reached the pole coming from the floor she turned to reveal her enormous tits were exposed through the two holes cut in the front of the suit.
Simone stood behind the pole for a moment, before raising her leg with effort and placed the dildo at the entrance of her visibly bald cunt. Finally, with a moan of pleasure, the large dildo was buried to the hilt in her pussy. Simone then widened her legs so her ankle aligned with the shackles attached to the floor.
With the dildo now deeply lodged in her pussy, Simone had to bend at just her waist and locked her latex encased ankle in the restraints attached to the floor. When she was finished, she placed a key that Devon guessed locked the shackles on the floor directly in front of her restrained right foot.
With her five inch heeled feet locked in place, she stood and grabbed one of the hanging strings attached to a clamp. After pinching and rolling her left nipple, she attached the vicious looking clamp directly on the large, thick now standing at attention nipple. With a low moan of pleasure and pain, she let go of the clamp which now hung down from her nipple.
She repeated the process to her right nipple. Once her tits were clamped, she produced a large black penis gag from somewhere off the screen and shoved the artificial cock into the back of her throat. She quickly worked the straps over the latex that covered the sides and top of her head, and locked the gag tightly into place.
Simone took a moment to make sure everything was set, before she moved her latex covered hands and arms behind her back and out of sight. A moment later, the sound of handcuffs being closed could be heard over the tape. Devon watched the impaled woman for a moment, before fast forwarding the tape to see how she reacted when the ice holding the washers melted.
He watched Simone’s unmoving body as the tape raced forward. Then Simone started to whip her head in every direction and her body visible shuttered on the fast moving tape. Devon quickly hit the play button after rewinding the tape to the beginning of her episode. At first there was nothing which caused Simone to start slashing against her bounds, when suddenly a loud, powerful sounding buzzing came over the television speakers.
Simone went rigid as she attempted to stand straight, but her bindings prevented her from moving as much as an inch. As buzzing persisted, Simone started to move and grind her hips into the dildo jammed deep in her cunt. This movement caused the ropes tied to the clamps biting into her nipples to be pulled tight and brought more pain to her already sore nipples. Simone moaned into her gag and started to throw her head from side to side as she came closer to orgasm. Then, as suddenly as the buzzing started, it stopped. Simone cried out into the gag in frustration.
Devon fast forward the tape until he saw Simone moving on the tape. He watched as Simone repeated the previous performance five times over the next hour. Each time the buzzing stopped just before she went over the edge to orgasm.
Devon was nearly ready to give up on the tape, when the cube of ice holding the washers attached to her left nipple finally melted. The washers dropped down pulling down hard on Simone’s nipple, before swinging far to the right, pulling her tit in the same direction. Simone screamed an animal scream mixed with pain and excitement. She continued to scream into her gag as the washers swung back and forth.
Just as the washers started to lose their momentum and Simone’s screams turned to a slight whimper, the ice cube attached to her right nipple melted and let its washers free to swing wildly. When the washers were in the middle of their first swing, the dildo in her now dripping wet pussy jumped to life.
Simone lashed about wildly as an extremely powerful orgasm washed over her. Devon watched Simone convulse for what seemed an hour before, Simone became still and her drool covered chin fell to her chest.
“I came so hard, I passed out,” a voice behind Devon said.
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