It was cold, far too cold to get my clothes off and have a really good fuck in the woods or even the car-park. We were reduced to having slow 'quickies' standing up somewhere quiet. They were good, very good but not as good as getting naked and fucking for ages. Then one morning, when he picked me up for 'a job' he told me that John had finally gone away. I had no idea what he was talking about! Peter explained, he has a friend, John, who lives about 20 miles away. Each winter he heads off to the sun for three months and Peter keeps an eye on the place for him. 'He left for Florida yesterday,' he said, 'and today we are going to check that everything is as it should be'. The bungalow was very pretty, almost chocolate box, set in about a quarter acre within walking distance of the local town. Peter let us in. The large hallway had two doors at the far end with two down each side. It was nice and warm after the chill of the early morning. 'Take your clothes off!' instructed Peter. I did. Suddenly my nipples were jutting out and my pussy flooded in anticipation. Peter had opened the left-hand door at the end of the hallway, slid something under the door and threw something else over the top. He held it and closed the door, with a little difficulty. He then did the same with the right-hand door. 'Come here!' I walked obediently to him. I could now see that there were loops at the tops and bottoms of the doors. 'Turn around, move back against the wall and open your legs, wide!' I opened them as wide as I could. Peter knelt down and attached my left ankle to the bottom loop then my right ankle to the other. My legs were nearly at full stretch. 'Raise your arms!' I did as I was told, tingling all over with excitement. Peter had never restrained me before. He put the top loops over my wrists, they were loose and and soft, I could have removed my hands if I had wished, I didn't wish! The wall between the two doors forced my hips and breasts forward as if I was inviting attention to them, I liked the position. He put a sleep mask, like you have on long haul flights, over my eyes. I could see nothing, not even glimpses of light. It was dark and silent! I stayed absolutely still, I was tense, wondering what delights were in store for me. I held my breath. My whole body began to quiver. 'I must just pop out to the car,' he said. From the front door my spread-eagled position between the two doors would have been totally visible. I came a little! I heard the front door open, the car locks clunked when he pressed the remote. Silence! Was the front door open or closed? A little ajar? Wide open? My mind played tricks fed by my potential exposure to the casual passer-bye. I was wet with excitement. I heard the car door close, the clunk of the locks, footsteps in the hallway, something was put down on the parquet flooring. I didn't hear the front door close! Was I still exposed to the world, bound as I was between the doors? All was totally silent! Something tickled the fingers of my left hand, I wriggled them and it stopped. Now the right hand, again I moved my fingers and again it stopped. Now the tickling worked down my left arm, slowly exploring along and around as it worked towards my neck, where it stopped! I expected to feel it on my right arm but nothing happened. I waited. Something harder touched my right nipple, gently, it was removed. I waited. It returned, hard! Very hard, across the side of my breast. I screamed with shock and the sudden pain then the warmth of the pain coursed through my body and I came, violently. It took me a while to recover but I managed to raise head and stand up straight. There was no sound, nothing just my own breathing and the pounding of my blood in my head. Peter had said nothing since going out to the car. Again my left fingers were tickled, then my arm. I knew what to expect next and braced myself, part of my mind dreading the sudden pain but most of it relishing the prospect of the exquisite heat coursing through my body before another orgasm. I waited expectantly. The pain exploded! In my right breast. Instantly I felt my aureole pucker up and my nipple harden then the warmth again, spreading outwards from the centre of my breast and down to my pussy. It was a longer, slower orgasm that time but no less intense and it was some time before I was able to raise my head and stand straight again. I waited. Nothing! Then, the merest touch, again on my breast. To the heightened sensitivity of my breast it felt that it was harder than before, stiffer and wider. It flicked across my nipple, I shuddered. Again on the other, again I shuddered, involuntarily. Backwards and forwards it went, each time a little harder and each time my body responded, favourably. It stopped, I waited, then pain, beautiful, glorious pain across the full swelling of my left breast and nipple. Before I had even begun to reach my orgasm another pain exploded in my right breast. I sobbed as my legs collapsed and I hung from the loops around my wrists. Orgasm after orgasm flooded through my body. The ache from both abused breasts ensured that they kept rolling and rolling and rolling. I know I didn't pass out because I could feel the constant, returning orgasms but I was oblivious to everything else. There was still a total silence! I straightened myself again, raised my head and waited for the next assault on my willing body, for my next mind blowing orgasm. A strange voice commanded 'Release her'. Not Peter? I had been brought to fantastic orgasms by another man? I came, again and squirted. Peter knelt at my feet and released my ankles then stood and released my hands. I knew it was Peter, I recognised his smell. He said nothing. The voice said 'stand still, put your feet and hands together'. I did as I was told. I heard the riiip of velcro and my feet were bound together, then my hands. 'Bring her!' said the strange voice. Peter picked me up walked a little way then turned and shuffled sideways. I realised that he was taking me into one of the rooms. He laid me on a padded table. 'Secure her! Demanded the voice and again I heard the riiip of velcro as Peter bound my ankles and wrists to the table, then my thighs, upper arms, my hips and finally just above my breasts. I could not move, unlike the gentle straps of the doors which I could release if I had wished, I could not move without assistance. I was a prisoner, in the total control of the voice. Another involuntarily shiver raced through my captive body. 'Gag her!' I opened my mouth without instruction. It felt like a large dummy as Peter slipped it in then reached behind my neck and fastened the velcro together. It was not too uncomfortable but I certainly knew it was intended to prevent me making any noise. 'Leave us!' Oh! My God! Peter was leaving me to this man's mercy! I flooded my pussy, fear and excitement mixed in equal quantities. I heard the door close. There was movement near my head, a motor whirred softly and the bottom part of the table started to split, my legs strapped to the table, parted. My closed thighs no longer protected my swollen pussy from this man. Another 'click' and my arms started to move away, when they were above my shoulders the movement stopped. Now the fullness of my breasts was fully exposed, unprotected by my arms. Every erotic area of my body fully exposed and I was helpless, I shivered with anticipation of what might happen next. Nothing! Silence! I waited in silent anticipation. Something was laid across my breasts, long sinuous strands that followed the curve from the centre right round to the end of my fullness. They started to move across my breast and little lumps seemed to catch on my puckered aureole and erect nipple. It lifted off and I waited with bated breath. It returned, on my other breast and gently caressed the delicate inflamed skin. It lifted off. I held my breath, I knew what would happen next. It did! Hard on both breasts, the ends of the strands stung the sides of my tender breasts while the little lumps I had felt inflicted a hard sharp pain all over both breasts from the centre to the very edge where the tips dug in. I twisted to try and escape the throbbing agony then the heat spread once more sending waves of ecstasy though my body onto my parted thighs and into my pussy. Despite the gag my moans filled the room with my total pleasure. I was allowed to rest, briefly, then, without warning the vicious strands bit into my upper thigh, just below my pussy. As I strained against my bonds my body gave way to this sudden pleasure and I started yet another massive orgasm but before I had really got started the strands bit deep into the other thigh. The bonds held me tight but that only served to make each orgasm build on the previous one. I was totally out of control, the voice could do anything with me and I would acquiesce without complaint. I felt warm lips on my tender breasts, a tongue licking it was gentle, kind and caring. This wasn't what I wanted, I wanted greater pain, I wanted more of those massive orgasms. I wanted to be abused and used. I struggled, twisted trying to get those gentle lips away. They stopped. There was silence. I waited, my juices flowing from my swollen, eager pussy. 'I'm going to fuck your mouth!' It wasn't a question, it was a statement but I still nodded my head eagerly and tried to make my moan of anticipated pleasure sound like 'yes please'. A click of the button, a motor whirred and my knees began to bend, then part further. 'OK' asked the voice. I nodded. My wet, swollen, greedy pussy was fully exposed to this man. I flooded again. Now the table began to tilt, my head going down then the head rest tilted back, I could feel that my mouth and throat were virtually in line. Everything stopped, all was silent, the gag was removed and I felt a cock head against my lips and opened my mouth without instruction. It slipped in, a little then stopped. The motor whirred briefly, stopped and the cock slipped in a little further, I could feel it on the back of the roof of my mouth. Another whirr of the motor, another stop and the cock slid right in and down my throat. I held it with my lips and waited. It started to fuck me, long, slow and deep. As it moved I used my tongue and lips hoping to increase his pleasure. His kept a stead rhythm as he fucked and I could feel his cock continue to grow, pushing still deeper down my throat. He stopped, waited a few seconds then started again, this time faster, deeper and more forcefully. He was going to cum, shoot his spunk deep into my mouth! I held him tighter with my lips and frantically caressed his cock with my tongue, I felt him stiffen, pause and thrust deep. He was about to shoot his load! I held it with my lips willing him to stay deep in my mouth. He started to withdraw, I tried to shake my head, he pushed in deeper and started out again, again I shook my head, he thrust deep again, his cock throbbed, I could feel his juices starting towards my throat. He pulled out! His spurt of creamy cum shooting into my open mouth as he did so. I groaned, I wanted it inside me. Then a red hot fireball hit me at the top of my legs, across my exposed, swollen greedy pussy. I gasped and clamped my teeth together as my body took on a life of it's own trying to twist and turn away from the delicious agony. It was gigantic! Rolling, rolling, rolling back and forth through my body. From my flayed breasts to my flogged pussy and back again without any remission. I might have passed out, I'm not sure. I was only aware of wonderful things happening to my body, caused by this wonderful man. When I was eventually aware of anything other than my body I found I as now lying flat. I was nice and warm and relaxed. The voice said 'Are you OK?' I nodded. Then it said 'you can answer, if you wish.' and I realised the gag wasn't in my mouth any more. I opened my mouth to speak but the voice said, 'take off your blindfold.' I did and saw Peter smiling down at me. His lips moved and the voice said 'welcome back, my Darling.' Would you like to hear more of my adventures with Peter? Please let me know.