Joan’s Ultimate Kinky Price
Joan was always sticking her nose into other people’s business. It had become a habit that she couldn’t keep under control. Working as an investigative reporter took her into the underworld of crime. Joan’s specialty was vice. Joan had unwittingly pushed the wrong people. She finally realized her mistake after she had noticed the same group of men following her home from the gym on the last three occasions.
Joan loved to work out, at twenty four she had a model’s body, tall, slim, well defined with hard tits and a rock hard ass. She was the envy of the small gym where she worked out at least four times a week. Today was Friday, the last workout of the week. Joan had a ritual which she always carried out on Friday. After the workout she would shower and change into a tiny thong and tiny bra. She would hurry home to carry out her secret kinky game.
As she drove home she kept looking in the rear view mirror, she didn’t see anything suspicious. Her thoughts went to her bed where this morning she had left the things she would need. On the bed were two pieces of thin nylon rope, one plastic bag, one vibrator, a clit and g-spot combo. She could see her self now, the vibrator held firmly in place by her tight thong, the plastic bag over her head billowing in and out as she breathed, one hand firmly tied to the bed rail the other also tied but with a slip knot. She would wait till the last possible moment, her orgasm about to explode, the plastic bag clamping tighter and tighter over her face as her breathing got faster and faster. Then as she arched upwards in a mock panic one quick pull of her hand and the slip knot would come free. She would pull the plastic bag off her face breathing hard as a huge raging orgasm consumed her.
Joan pulled into her driveway, her heart racing as the memory stayed with her. She pulled off her coat as she pushed the key into the lock. The door slid open. ‘Damn’ she thought, ‘I thought I locked it this morning’. Joan began pulling frantically at her top and kicking her skirt off as she rushed into the bedroom. She stood at the bed in her tiny thong, staring at her nylon ties, she always left them at the top of the bed where they were needed. They were now in the middle of the bed. Why were they in a different place, she was in a hurry this morning and didn’t think anymore about it. She noticed the plastic bag and the vibrator in a different place, again she dismissed it as her being in a hurry. Joan lay down on the bed.
Joan slowly tied one hand tight to the bed rail, she made sure it was tight. Then with the other hand she slid the vibrator into her already wet pussy. She made sure it was centered on her g-spot, it was a combo, she was careful to make sure the other side was hard against her clit. Joan pulled her thong tight up into her ass cheeks and between her pussy lips, she knew that this would keep the vibrator tightly in place, no amount of erotic gyrations would cause it to move. She turned it on, moaning loudly. Her hand was shaking as she hurriedly grabbed the plastic bag and pulled it down over her face twisting it shut and tucking it inside its self. She watched the bag billowing in and out as she breathed. It stopped only a few inches away from her face before billowing outwards again. She looked back and twisted her other hand in the lose nylon rope pulling it around her wrist. She groaned as the vibrator began working its magic. Joan loved this game, it took her to another world. She felt the plastic bag getting tighter, she writhed slightly, pulling her legs tight together. She felt the sensations begin to slowly build up, she fought them back. She looked back at the slip knot, she was always a bit wary of it. What would happen if it got stuck? How would it feel? Joan closed her eyes, shutting out the thought; she didn’t hear or see the woman coming to the head of the bed.
The woman had been secretly watching Joan. She had also played this game. Her job was to make the slip knot tight, making it impossible for Joan to escape. She was looking forward to this, she wanted to watch Joan’s desperate attempts to escape, to see her final reactions as all hope of escaping came to her.
Joan suddenly felt a hand holding hers, the hand that had her slip knot. She looked back to see the end of the rope being pulled tight around her wrist and the free end pulled under it. She screamed, her eyes wide in terror, pulling furiously on the rope, trying to get the slip knot free, she cried out again but it was too late. She was trapped, she could see a young woman standing there watching her. She pulled violently with both hands, she grabbed the end of the thin nylon rope with her fingers and began trying to quickly free herself.
The woman watched Joan’s fingers feverishly working on the thin nylon rope, she smiled as she watched the plastic bag begin moving in and out faster and faster. Joan was no fool and knew she had to work fast. The vibrator carried on relentlessly, driving her closer and closer to her orgasm. Joan felt the plastic bag begin lapping at her face every time she breathed in. She loved this feeling of suffocation and being taken to the very edge of a wild orgasm. ‘Not now’ she thought. She moaned loudly in pleasure then quickly got her mind back to getting free.
Joan looked back at her hands, she could hardly see them, the plastic bag was fogged up. She felt the plastic bag clamping tighter and tighter over her face, ‘oh my god’ she thought, ‘I must get free’. In spite of her desperate situation the vibrator was still taking her closer to the edge of a huge orgasm. She pulled violently on her hands, this is where she normally got free, always pulled the plastic bag off her face. She had always wondered what it would be like if she couldn’t get free, she had never gone this far.
Joan heard the soft voice of the woman ‘Joan, you know you can’t get free’. Joan knew she was right but thought ‘I,ll show you bitch’. She kicked out with both legs, turning furiously from side to side, her legs alternately pulling back and forth. Her head thrashed from side to side, she tried but couldn’t stop the vibrator working its magic. Her fingers were moving frantically on the thin nylon ropes, just as she felt sure she was close to getting free she felt the woman’s fingernails scratching all the way up her inner thighs. Joan knew she had lost, she raised her head, her shoulders lifting off the bed as she alternately pulled on her tightly bound wrists. Her hands grabbed the ropes and held them tight in her fists. Her head fell to the pillow as her legs kicked out wide apart as she went headlong into a wild raging orgasm.
Her struggles got wilder as she suddenly realized it was impossible to get free. Her eyes were closed tight her mouth wide open as the plastic bag got tighter and tighter over her face finally clamping tight like a second skin. Joan’s stomach suddenly pulled in so tight, her ribs suddenly becoming so visible as the plastic bag pushed into her open mouth and enclosing all of her nose. The woman called to her, “Here we go Joan, this is it.”
The woman watched Joan pull her legs right back, wide apart, kicking in all directions, kicking the wall behind her. Then her feet slammed hard into the bed, she arched upwards high into the air. She fell back to the bed her legs wide apart, bucking her hips furiously as if fucking a ghost. Her body was twisting and turning wildly, arching upwards out to each side in quick succession. Joan was trying desperately to free her face by thrashing her head from side to side, hoping to dislodge the plastic bag, reaching with outstretched fingers towards it. The woman looked down at Joan’s tormented face and took her nipples in both hands and began pulling and twisting them hard, she felt them jump, growing so long and hard.
She watched Joan in her raging orgasm, her hips intermittently thrusting hard and powerful. Joan’s mind was racing, in turmoil, ‘oh my god, argh, no, no’. Her chest was aching and hurting like hell but the raging orgasm only got stronger, it wouldn’t let her go, she pulled one leg right back kicking it outwards over the edge of the bed the other pulled right back pointing out to the side. Her hips began bucking high off the bed, Joan felt her nipples being pulled and twisted, her mind screamed out ‘oh my god, oh my god’ then her hands fell limp in their bonds, her head pushed right back, only her hips jerking up and down. Joan suddenly fell silent.
The woman looked down at her latest victim, ‘another job well done’ she thought.