Diana's Plan

Diana had come very close to having the loudest orgasm of her life. She was more than satisfied, she was fully released. As she lay on top of him, slightly to the side, with her crotch buried against his ass and with him still fully impaled, she enjoyed the moment knowing that this can happen whenever she wanted and there was no sexual negotiation or 'quid pro quo' needed. She smiled and thought of the just-ended multiple orgasms and of her captive's groans. In the final moments she was able to reach into her night stand, grab a small ballgag and jam it into her own mouth milliseconds before she screamed. In a way, the orgasm concerned Diana, as she had obviously lost control for a moment – she had no intention of giving her captive any idea who had him prisoner by hearing her voice – at least not yet. In fact, other than assuring that she would have a naked male tightly tied and gagged in her basement, she really had no long term plan for what to do with her conquest. But she figured she would repeat this scenario again before too long.

Tom would have been speechless if he had been allowed to speak. The pain and utter humiliation, of having his wrists crossed and tightly tied and then attached to crotch ropes that seemed to be cutting his groin in half, his arms pulled together and bound, his knees bound so strictly that they were in a permanently bent position, his ankles hopelessly fused and then to top it off he was blindfolded and gagged with a ball so big that he had forgotten what two jaws clacking together sounded like, was devastating enough. But after being placed in a totally compromised position, ass up and face down and lubed up, he was ass fucked but instead of getting the real thing he got the business end of a large stiff dildo. Two thoughts immediately raced to the front of his mind – either this freak had a small pecker and didn't want to use it yet, or he hadn't heard the freak's wife come in and she was as big a freak as the guy and they would have a fuck after seeing their captive take it hard. Problem was, throughout the entire butt fucking episode he felt his cock thicken to full mast. He knew he wasn't gay at all, had no inclination in that direction whatsoever, and even though this was a very dangerous situation he found at least some part of him excited by his kidnapping.

It was getting late so Diana thought it might be best to put away her live toy and call it a night – she could further think her plan through in the morning. She put her lycra outfit on again (it was already dirty anyway, she reasoned) and then went to the bathroom to grab a quick drink of water.

Tom heard the footfall away from the bed and figured he had a chance to escape back the way he came in, thinking he had mapped in his mind the trail necessary. So he made a mighty leg kick and rolled himself upright on the bed, with his legs off to one side of the bed. He stood up, turned left, took a deep breath and hopped three big jumps before crashing headfirst into the doorway, a foot or so from the actual door opening. He was stunned and sagged to the floor in a heap.

Diana had heard him roll on the bed, so she stopped halfway into the bathroom and came out quietly to watch the scene unfold. As he crashed into the wall she almost laughed but caught herself and went over to her pitiful captive. She saw he was out cold – at this point she did chuckle, got herself a drink of water, and then walked back to her prisoner. She rolled him over, lifted him up by the taut elbow tie and cradled him over her shoulder. She was now tired from all the lifting she had done but figured this last bit would be worth it. As she carried the tied man back through the house she stopped at a full length mirror in the hall. She always hated that mirror, her ex-husband was so vain, wanting this mirror to check himself before he went out to work or off to dinner. But now, she looked at herself and her bound captive. She decided to set him down. She wanted to have a look at her total dominance over the weak male she had conquered. She ripped off her lycra outfit and the two of them were now naked. She looked at herself in the mirror as she again lifted him to standing and then carry position. She admired how easy it was to carry him and how good she looked doing it. She posed and turned into the mirror to have a look at herself and her prisoner together. He is really bound up tight – unable to do a damn thing, she grinned. She turned to face the mirror and admired how his asshole was still visible, she had really reamed him and wanted very much to do that again soon – show him that the female was the boss and the male was the bitch. She then went on down the hall to the top of the basement stairs and slowly descended.

At the base of the stairs Diana put the captive on the floor next to the dog cage. She took the leather cuffs she had put out previously and began to fasten them above his elbows. Once those were locked into place she then untied the ropes pinning his arms; she next placed cuffs on this wrists, locked them, then untied his wrists. She then placed the ankles cuffs on her victim and locked them into place. As she untied his ankles and them the knees, the captive began to come around from his self-induced knockout.

Tom awoke and noticed his arms and wrists felt much better, in fact he could actually feel them now. Once he felt his legs were freer, he foolishly began to thrash around, thinking he night be able to get up. A huge punch to his gut soon stopped that thought.

Diana saw him try to climb to his feet again, so she reached back and punched him with most of her might to his mid-section. She was relieved and content that her punch knocked him down. But the move of insurrection caused her to lose her temper a bit, and instead of removing the gag she left it in. She still had the crotch rope in place, noting the chafing marks that were starting to get quite red. Well, she thought, a full night with that on might teach him a lesson. So she uncuffed his wrists briefly, wrapped the link between the crotch rope to essentially fix his wrists against his body again, and re-locked the cuffs. Now, for the final bits of her lesson, she pulled the dog bed out of the cage and rolled him inside. It was a bit of a struggle but she overpowered him in the end. To teach him that resistance really was futile, she grabbed a medium sized butt plug, put a little lubricant on, peeled apart the two ropes across his already sore asshole, and screwed the plug into place.

Tom tried to howl at the pain and humiliation of the new insertion, but only a resigned sob was able to leave his bound mouth.

Diana locked the cage, walked up the stairs, turned the lights off in the basement, and took a shower before going to bed.