"Master Eirin, might I ask a favor of you?"
"Speak," Eirin says, still poring over her notes on the table.
"Well... I was kinda hoping youcouldhelpmemakeadrugthatcouldtemporarilyblindanddeafensomeone," you blurt out nervously.
This catches her attention, and she raises her head to stare at you. "What."
"Erm, I-"
She cuts you off with a wave of her hand before you can reiterate. "I heard you the first time, Reisen. What I want to know is what on earth would you want such a thing fo-," she pauses, realisation coming over her. "Never mind. I should have known. Now I'm curious as to why you think such a thing is necessary. You believe the conventional methods aren't good enough?"
"Well... yeah," you reply awkwardly. "It's just that, I've tested the blindfolds I use on myself before, and there's always this tiny bit of light that gets through near the nose. I can't exactly test your earplugs, but I've also seen you react to my footsteps before. It's obvious that some sound is getting through..."
Eirin once again cuts you off with a sigh of exasperation. "Very well, Reisen. While I admit you have a point regarding the earplugs, I personally think you're making a fuss over nothing on the blindfolds. The ones we use work fine as they are. However, since it's obvious you want this so badly, I'll help you do it."
Your little internal celebration is prematurely cut off somewhat as she interrupts you for the third time, continuing: "I'll make this clear though: as this is for leisure, I will not have this project cut into our working hours. Any work done on this will be on our own time. Let me spell this out for you: this will, in all likelihood, mean less playtime for us while we're working on this. Am I understood?"
Darn. Wouldn't have been that easy. It'll be worth it though. Probably. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
That was going to be completely worth it.
You shut the door as you step out of the room, leaving Eirin stuck where she is. There's a little skip in your step as you head out; there are supplies you need to gather up. You'll need to hit the lab and kitche- come to think of it, the lab probably has the what you need on that other front too.
Arriving at the lab, the you first rummage through select drawers until you find a specific bottle. The drug that you'd been working on with Eirin had been completed recently, but there hadn't been a chance to bring it over to your playroom stockpile yet; a fact that you're currently rectifying.
There's a fridge which Eirin uses to store certain samples; more importantly, it has a freezer which is used to make and store ice, usually for keeping things cool while working on samples. You have more interesting ideas in mind today; you grab a large clean beaker and fill it with ice, then make your way back to where Eirin is.
Tucking the bottle under one arm, you open the door, and-
Well, this is interesting.
Eirin is about a meter away from where you left her, an expression on her face akin to being caught with her hand in the candy jar, although tempered by evident arousal. Notably, she has the control for the vibrator in her hand, and it's predictably turned up to maximum.
Usually, you'd have tucked the control somewhere into her ropes where she couldn't reach them, but it seems you'd forgotten to do it this time in your haste. In any case, with the vibrator doing it's work over the last few minutes, it appears that she's almost at the edge. You deftly pluck the control from her hands and shut it off, leaving her frustrated, just short of reaching her goal.
"Wow. Must have been hard getting your hands on this, wasn't it?" Placing a look of mock annoyance on your face, you continue, "Someone's been a bad girl, hasn't she, master? Looks like you've earned a big punishment there."
Eirin, despite the gag distorting her features somewhat, manages a stare of mild confusion back to you. It's not the first time she's tried something like this, and as a matter of fact as long as you didn't leave specific instructions otherwise, she was usually free to do whatever she could without deliberate repercussions given her restraints. It was part of what made the game fun on both ends. For you, knowing that she was absolutely, truly helpless instead of just playing along. Similarly for her, she could satisfy desire to be helpless, knowing that no repercussions would be enacted for testing her limits. Of course, she did have to obey commands given from you or face punishment, but you tended to minimise giving those when not directly playing with her.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. You didn't disobey any orders, no reason to punish you, right?" She nods. "Or so you think, at least. You forgot one thing... I
did say not to go anywhere. And you certainly aren't where I left you."
Her face falls as she realises the mistake she made, allowing you to abuse that loophole.
"Oh, don't look so down. There's a bit of good news: Some of the stuff I just brought won't really last long, so I'm gonna continue with what I had planned first. Don't worry though... I'll be sure to punish you properly later," you finish in a husky tone, relishing the wince that comes over her.
For what you have planned, you'll need to adjust her position. As far as hogties go, while they're are nice and restrictive, experience has taught you that they unfortunately didn't really rank high on the "ease of access" scale, which is going to be vital for this next bit. As you undo the knot holding her head back, Eirin's head flops forward with a sigh of relief. The hogtie rope is undone next, allowing her to stretch her legs straight also granting you easier access to the anal hook, another relieved moan surfacing as you pull it it out of her.
An evil gleam surfaces in your eye. "Hmmm. I just had an idea about your punishment. Do you think this needs cleaning?"
And with that, you pull the Dildo out of her mouth, once again bringing the hook towards it. Her head free this time, she presses her face to the floor in hopes of avoiding it. You simply grab her long hair and pull her head back, continuing to taunt her by waving the hook dangerously close to her face.
You release her hair after a moment of this. "Nah. I'm not
that cruel. At least... not unless you want me to be~," you giggle.
Both hands supporting her, you help her get to her feet: hardly an easy task for her with her legs still bound. You grab the leash, forcing her to bunny hop (heh) to keep up with you as you lead her towards a corner. There's a large wooden board propped up against the wall there, which you lower to the ground; you then lead Eirin on top of it, and tug her downwards to the ground. You take a second to pull off her rabbit headband; you've had your fun with that, and don't really need it now.
With her sitting down, you begin the process of unbinding her legs, tossing each rope away as you did so into a corner; you'd tidy them up later. She doesn't have long to enjoy her regranted freedom before you're quickly reapplying a fresh set of ropes, folding her leg such that her ankle rests against her thigh and binding it firmly in place. You repeat the action on the other leg; the result has her in a position mildly similar to the hogtie, trading restriction of mobility for ease of access, given the ability to move each folded leg individually.
Things aren't done yet though; given the stunt she just pulled, you're making sure she's absolutely secure this time. With both hands, you seize the ropes secured around Eirin's chest and physically hoist her up with a grunt of effort while she squeals, setting her back down on top of the board.
Embedded into this board are several eye bolts screwed into key positions, making excellent anchor points without the need to ruin a perfectly good wooden floor. They're put to good use as you secure each of Eirin's legs to separate points, forcing her legs spread open.
Drool falls from Eirin's mouth as you pull out the gag. She only has few second to work her jaws before you return from the corner her clothes are in, roughly stuffing her panties into them and eliciting a muffled squeak of surprise as you do so. Those aren't enough, so from under your skirt, you pull down your own pair and add them to the mix, stuffing her mouth completely. To finish up, you fish out a roll of self adhesive bandage, wrapping it around her head multiple times and sealing her mouth shut.
With one hand, you grab and yank on one of her nipples, pinching and twisting it as you do so. Despite the pain this sudden maneuver causes, her scream barely makes it out her throat, and it's doubtful anyone outside the room would have heard anything. To be sure, your other hand goes to work tickling her sides, and the result is much the same: The gag stifles noise to the point where her best efforts won't make it past this room.
You don't just want her unintelligible for this next scene; you want her muted, and more importantly, you want her to know that she's muted. Access of her mouth takes a backseat here to effectiveness.
She's still wincing from the abuse you inflicted upon her nipple, her eyes tearing up a bit. "There there, I'll make it better," you whisper into her ear, tenderly massaging and stroking the sore area. This continues for a minute as you soothe it, giving it time to recover; satisfied that it's better, you plant a quick kiss on it before moving on.
Eirin's gaze follows you as you gather a few more objects from the drawers, placing them in a pile nearby. Recognition dawns over her as she sees the bottle you're bringing over. An almost imperceptible shake of her head accompanies a small sigh; She did think this whole thing was overkill after all, but went along with it for your sake.
You unscrew the bottle, taking out a rag and soaking it with the drug. Being careful not to inhale the direct fumes, you crouch behind her press it over Eirin's nose: With the gag in her mouth, she's forced to breath in the fumes through her nose. A few moments pass, and you withdraw the rag, tossing it into a corner.
You take a moment to just cuddle her from behind while waiting for the drug to do it's work, Eirin shakes her head a bit, blinking rapidly as the effects of the medication start to take hold. The substance you've just applied effectively shuts down her sight and hearing, with the effect lasting about ninety minutes or until the counteragent is administered. It shouldn't be necessary to go through the trouble of using more than one dose: What you have planned shouldn't take that long.
A few more moments pass, and you release her, walking in front of her and tilting her face upwards by lifting her chin. A milky sheen is noticably visible over her eyes now. You pull out a flashlight, shining it directly into her eyes, following that up with a loud clap directly outside her ear. She doesn't show any sign of noticing either of these. You know from testing the substance yourself that it's absolute: as long as it's in effect, absolutely nothing can be seen or heard, and it seems to be have completely taken effect: Eirin is now completely isolated, her only effective sense remaining being touch.
A fact which you plan to exploit to the absolute fullest, you think to yourself with a smirk.
Drawing a hand up to her waiting body, you bring a finger to lightly stroke one of her breasts, drawing it across her nipple. She flinches for a second, the unexpected sensation evidently startling her before she settles back down. Both your hands get to work on her nipples, teasing them gently, rolling them between your fingers, then rubbing them in circles. Bit by bit, you pull your fingers away from her, causing her to lean forward slowly to keep up the same amount of stimulus. Pushing back forward, she ended leaning back to relieve some of the pressure. Back and forth the two of you went. Towards the left, then back to the right. Upwards, then downwards, this dance continued, with you trailing her along as effectively as if you had been pulling her nipples the entire time. You started making her work for it, pulling your hands away in a telegraphed direction, holding them waiting while she attempted to find them, resuming your caresses once she does so.
Then you stop completely, stepping back from her.
She attempts to lean forward again, searching for your touch. You watch with a smirk as she twists around for a minute in a futile attempt to find your hands. It takes about a minute before she finally catches on that you're no longer there, letting out a moan of frustration before resigning herself and settling down once more.
Several moments later, Eirin starts again as you return with a small painting brush, slowly drawing it across her entire body. Starting from her right thigh, you move it upwards across her shivering form, crossing her right breast, across her collarbone, and back downwards towards her left thigh. The brush now travels across her inner thigh, up towards her pussy... before you skip over it entirely and continue down her other thigh.
She'd been practically quivering with anticipation there, and visibly sagged when you did that. Grinning, you continued the motions: The patterns varied each time, but you made sure to hit every erogenous zone you could with each pass except one. Throughout all this, Eirin kept getting more and more on edge, as evident by her fidgeting and her increased breathing. You then turned the brush around, replacing the sweeping sensations the bristles provided with the firmer sensation of the wooden handle.
A few more rounds later, you finally completed one of the circuits, running it directly across her clitoris. The effect was electric: A muffled moan escaped the gag, with her jerking her crotch towards the brush. Her breathing all but shifts to outright panting as you slide the handle of the brush downwards through her lips to the floor; not penetrating her, but such that you're rubbing the handle lengthwise against her. Her panting continues as you slowly slide the brush upwards and downwards, the friction providing a minute measure of stimulation to her, the sensation likely highly intensified by her current state.
Again, you halt, leaving her whimpering in frustration. Slow and steady; this was merely the warmup, after all.
An idea grabs you, and you push Eirin backwards gently, until she's lying on the ground. Crouching down besides her, you lower your head somewhat close to her body. One hand reaches behind your head, gathering your lavender hair into a ponytail, and you begin swinging it gently, brushing it across Eirin's body. She squirms under the unfamiliar sensation as you send it back and forth, dragging it up and down her body and around her breasts. You adjust your position, allowing you to move down towards her legs, and back up again.
It's time to up the intensity a bit. You begin using your hair as a makeshift flogger, twirling it in circles and whipping Eirin's breasts and stomach alternately. Your hair is going fast enough to leave a bit of a sharp sensation along with the brushing, but unlike a real flogger, it lacks the weight required to leave any painful sting behind. You continue the whipping for a minute, relishing her squirms. There's a look of confusion present on the visible half of her face; She's probably going crazy by now trying to figure out what you're using on her. If only she knew.
In time, you stop, pulling her back to a sitting position using the leash on her collar. A fourth time, you begin teasing her: this time, you use your mouth instead. On your hands and knees, you bring your head towards her breasts slowly, allowing her time to anticipate what comes next from the feel of your breath. You bring your knees slightly forward, giving you better balance as your mouth closes around her nipple; much like you did earlier, you suck on it, then pull away slowly, causing her to follow like she did before. This time though, you stop after the first pull, firmly clamping down on it with your teeth and physically pulling her around, forcing her to keep up even as she moans in pain. The dance you performed earlier recieves an encore with a twist: Where she was willingly seeking you before,this time, she's coerced into either into following or suffering.
Several passes later, you halt the diabolical tug of war. You don't release her nipple, however; instead, you switch to lightly stimulating her, switching from the pressure from a bite to gentle nibbling, simultaneously rolling the bud around with your tongue. One hand supporting your weight, you bring your other hand to her remaining breast, groping it gently, kneading it with your fingers. Continuing the work with your mouth, your hand switches towards alternately massaging her nipple, and pinching and twisting it.
You stop everything and step away, leaving her once more to wonder when and where the next stimulus will come from. You don't wait too long this time though: You embrace her gently from behind, resting your head against her neck and taking a moment to savor her warmth. One arm pulls her against you; the other hand drifts towards her crotch, lightly stroking it, but never applying any significant pressure. She strains against her bonds, either to throw you off or to increase any pressure you're applying. Regardless, she's completely unsuccessful in accomplishing either; you maintain your hold on her with one hand, tenderly brushing between her labia and around her clitoris, never applying more pressure than a light touch. As this continues for several more minutes, all she can manage are unintelligible moans and whimpers into her gag; whether she's making uncontrolled groans or unsuccessfully begging you to do more, the gag is doing a very effective job of keeping her muted.
You halt your torment, and Eirin visibly sags: You can't quite tell if it's from relief, or from frustration. Regardless, the fun's not over yet: You still have at least two more tools you'd like to use, and you're planning to go through them before the drug wears off. The question is, what should you open up with?
[x]Ice
[x]Candle wax
Man, this grew much longer than I expected. Got some more feedback on this before posting, hopefully it's better.
>>29226 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Predicament_bondage