Helpless

"I went shopping today," she informed me, as she came in with several
packages.

"Oh?" I asked, not really very interested.

"Yup," she replied, "I got us some new toys to play with.  Come on back
to the bedroom and see what I found."

Toys?  That piqued my curiosity.  I followed her back to the bedroom.
She had already started laying out her purchases, and as I saw them, I
couldn't believe my eyes.

"Take off your clothes," she commanded, slapping her palm briskly with
the small crop she had bought.  I quickly moved to comply, while my cock
started stiffening.

"Now, let's try these on."  She had selected a couple pairs of cuffs,
equipped with various rings and a velcro closing mechanism.  "The
saleslady said these were escape proof, but I have my doubts."  She
wrapped each of my wrists with the smaller pair, and helped me put the
larger ones around my ankles.  "Get up on the bed," she ordered, while
rummaging in her sack.  She pulled out some even larger cuffs, which she
placed around my calves just below the knee.  They fit quite snuggly,
and I was sure they wouldn't slip up or down.

She then produced some clips, and carefully positioned my legs just how
she wanted them.  Quickly, each of my wrists were attached to the
ankles, left wrist to left ankle, and right to right.  My ankles were
also fastened to each other.

Next, she selected a short bar with clips on each end.  This was
fastened between the knee cuffs, forcing my knees apart and fully
exposing my cock and balls.

Reaching into her bag once more, she pulled out a gag.  It had a leather
strap that was wide enough to cover my mouth, and I noticed a rubber
piece attached in the center.  On the opposite side, a steel ring was
held in place by some short straps.  Extending on either side, the
leather tapered into straps and a buckle.  A short rubber tube also
extended out near the buckle.

She knelt over my chest, knees on either side of me, and leaned over.
Carefully, she pushed the rubber part into my mouth.  It fit quite
easily, and did little to keep me from making noise.  She buckled it
into place behind my head, and then produced a small rubber bulb,
similar to one on a blood pressure meter.  This bulb was then attached
to the rubber tube.  She gave the bulb a couple of quick pumps, and the
rubber piece in my mouth began to expand.  It quickly swelled to fill my
mouth, depressing my tongue very effectively.  She continued to inflate
the devilish device, and I was soon very well gagged.

As she reached into her bag of tricks once again, the purpose of the
metal ring became apparent.  She withdrew a small dildo, about five
inches long with a flared base, and proceeded to attached it to the
front of the gag.  When she had finished, the dildo rose from in front
of my mouth.

She climbed off of my chest, and turned her attention to my cock.
Reaching down, she gave it a firm squeeze, then pumped it a couple of
times.  It was rock hard, as she turned her attention to my swollen
balls.  She grabbed them, holding their weight in her hand, and bounced
them gently up and down a few times.  "These are pretty full," she
remarked.  "We'll take care of that a little later."

With this, she changed her grip slightly, switching from gentle support
to a firm grasp.  Then she started to squeeze.  The once pleasurable
sensation immediately changed to one of pain.  I gasped, and moaned into
the gag, but it effectively kept me silent.  I struggled to move her
hand, but the simple bondage devices were quite effective.  I was able
to squirm and writhe about, but no movements could free me from their
hold, or free my balls from her grasp.

She released my balls, and commented, "Hmmm, I guess she was right.
They do seem to be escape proof."  My cock, now that my poor balls had
been freed, became even harder than it had been before.  This did not go
unnoticed, as she said "I see, if I want you hard, I just have to
squeeze your balls.  I'll have to remember that."

She stood up, and slowly took off her clothes.  Reaching once again into
her bag of goodies, she pulled out a small bottle of lube, which she
rubbed not on my stiff cock, but on the dildo extending in front of my
mouth.  She swung her leg over my body, and, facing my feet, carefully
positioned the head of the dildo at the opening of her pussy.  I had a
nice view of her ass, as she slowly inserted the dildo.  She slid down,
impaling herself on the dildo, until it was fully inserted.  My nose,
similarly, was fully inserted between her ass cheeks.  My nostrils were
pinched closed by her butt, and I couldn't breathe.  Because of the
dildo, I could not turn or twist my head in any way, although I tried
with all my might.  Struggling against my bonds, I tried to free myself,
but of course, I couldn't.

She sat there, fully penetrated by the dildo, and fully and very
effectively smothering me.  I enjoyed the smothering at first, relishing
my helplessness.  I could struggle, fighting with all my strength, but
could not escape.  The first twenty or so seconds were delicious, and I
loved the sensation.

During the next twenty seconds, I felt the first pains of being
smothered.  I felt the need to take a breath, but was prevented from
doing so by the inflated gag in my mouth and her ass pinching my nose
closed.  The desire to breathe was steadily increasing as the carbon
dioxide levels in my blood grew.  I continued to struggle, growing
steadily more desperate.  But she remained fully seated, riding out my
struggles, safe in the security of my bonds.

As the smothering continued to the one minute mark, I began to worry.
She showed no sign of shifting her position, and nothing I could do
seemed to influence her.  The pleasure of being held helplessly,
smothered by an unyielding ass, had given way to the need to breathe.
The need was not satisfied.  She continued to sit, and, to further
complicate things, she began pinching my nipples.

My struggles were less intense, as the smothering continued into the
second minute.  I realized that my attempts to escape were only
consuming oxygen faster.  As I felt myself slipping away, she lifted
slightly.  Her wet pussy slid up, only an inch or so, on the shaft
extending from my face.  It was enough.  My nose was freed from it's
prison, and oxygen flooded my lungs.  I heard her command from above,
"Struggle."

I had little strength remaining, but I didn't dare oppose her wishes.  I
once again tried to free myself, my fingers searching for a way to
disconnect the clips holding each cuff to its mates.  Of course, they
were unsuccessful.  The cuffs were "escape proof," after all.

I noticed her descending once again, as I heard her say "Let me hear you
beg."  Of course, I was tightly gagged and could not speak.  I moaned
against the gag, still trying to flush my system of the built up carbon
dioxide and replace it with life giving oxygen.  "I can't hear you," she
said, "I guess you must have had enough air, then, no?"

I screamed into the gag, but only a muffled moan came out.  It was not
loud enough to be heard over the air rushing in and out of my nose.  I
was too effectively gagged to be heard, and she resumed her position.
Once again, my nose was pinched between her cheeks.  I could only hope
she wouldn't stay seated as long this time.

My wish was granted.  She only maintained her fully seated position for
ten or fifteen seconds before rising completely off of me and the dildo.
I thought it was over, but no, she was merely turning around to face me.
She then descended once again, pausing briefly to re-insert the dildo.
As she reached the point where she touched my nose, she reached down and
spread her pussy lips slightly.  She was positioned such that her clit
would rub against my nose, as she completed her descent.

She began a slight rocking motion.  She couldn't slide far, as the dildo
restricted her movements just as it did my own, but it was apparently
enough.  Her juices flooded my nose as her movements increased in
intensity.  Within a few seconds, she began to orgasm, shuddering with
the strength of the energies coursing through her body.

Finally, her orgasm subsided and she lifted off of my tortured nose.  She
released the clips holding my wrists and ankles, and I gratefully let my
legs straighten out.  I was not fully comfortable, though, as the
spreader bar  kept my knees widely separated.  She unsnapped the dildo
from my gag, but gently restrained my hands as I reached to undo the
buckle behind my head.  "Shhh," she whispered, "I want you to leave the
gag in for a few more minutes."

She held my arms at my sides as she moved to mount my still rock hard
cock.  Gently, she inserted me into her opening.  My cock was shocked at
the coolness; her pussy having been chilled by the inert rubber of the
dildo.  She moaned with the warmth my hot cock provided as she slid down
it's length.

Leaning forward, she gently covered my face with her tits.  "Don't you
want to be smothered by my tits?" she asked.  I moaned my reply against
the inflated gag.  "I thought so."  She pressed her left tit against my
nose, cutting of my air once again.  Five, ten seconds.  My cock was
twitching within her.  I felt myself close to coming, even without any
motion.  She let me breathe for a few seconds, and then covered my nose
with her other tit.  Again, I was deprived of air.  "You're not
struggling very much," she complained.  I reached up with my hands, and
gently pushed her breast aside so I could breathe.  "That's more like
it," she said as she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away, letting
her soft tit flesh once again seal my nose.  I reached up with my other
hand, pulling her tit clear of my nose again.  She quickly pulled it
away as well, and once again closed my nose.  Her grasp on my hands was
very effective, but my head was left free to move about.  I twisted away
from her again, trying to get a breath.  She followed my dodging nose
with her tits, trying once again to smother me.  She released my hands
and grasped my hair tightly, using it to force my face between her tits.
My nose was pressed against her chest; her tits on either side of my
face.  Again I was deprived of air.  I reached up, but could not free
myself.

Now that she had me, once again, helpless, she started riding my crotch.
My orgasm quickly built, spurred on by the smothering I was powerless to
resist.  In just seconds, I felt myself reaching the point of no return.
I exploded within her, filling her cavity with my spurts of cum.  As I
climaxed, I was released from her smothering breasts.

She reached behind my head, and with a slight hiss, the gag in my mouth
deflated.  Unbuckling it, she removed it from my mouth and set it aside.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, as she unhooked the spreader bar and
removed the cuffs.

"Ohhh, yes," I answered.  "Thank you."