BDSM Story "Tied to the fence" written for Oxy-Shop - Oxy-shop

Tied to the Fence – by Laura Clavette

 

October2016

 

We are in the process of constructing a new home, close to the coast, but in an elevated position.

Our new two-story house is built on a split-level block. The house is positioned on the high level and our completed workshop is located down in the backyard which happens to be the lowest level.  

 

The original house on the block was demolished and the basement was retained to turn into a large playroom or home theatre. The entrance to this basement is accessible only via the lower level of the backyard,

 

My husband who also happens to be my 24/7 Master has been busy fencing around the entire block with a 6-foot steel sheeted fence. Even though this fence is high, the upper storey of our house is at least 24 feet higher than the lower part of the backyard, meaning the entire backyard is visual through the upstairs windows. The neighbour’s houses on either side are at the same level as our house providing very little privacy in the back yard.

 

Our house was nearing completion and there were always plenty of tradesmen coming and going. On this afternoon, whilst I was assisting my Master in doing the fencing, there was an old painter who was up in the house fixing some of the paintwork.

 

The moment Master attached the final sheet to the rear fence, he instructed me to strip off all my clothes. The backyard was bare of plants at this stage, and it was in the middle of summer. The temperature on this day was close to 38 degrees Celsius or 100 degrees Fahrenheit and there was virtually no sea breeze making the yard feel even hotter.

 

“Yes Sir”, I replied, immediately dropping into submissive mode.

 

I removed my work shoes and socks. I unbuttoned my work pants letting them drop to my ankles. As it was forbidden for me to wear any knickers, I immediately felt vulnerable standing half-naked in the middle of the backyard. I was facing away from the house but couldn’t help wondering whether the painter was watching me through the upstairs windows. Next, I removed my t-shirt dropping it to the ground with my other clothes.

 

Master went into the workshop and came back with six lengths of rope, each one approximately four metres or thirteen feet in length, each one individually wrapped. He laid them out neatly on a work trestle nearby along with a black lambskin blindfold.

 

He uncoiled one piece of rope, tied it through the metal loop of my collar and used it like a leash to guide me to the rear fence. The rear fence had exposed posts and rails.

 

“Do not look up at the house Laura, I want you to keep staring down at the ground until I can blindfold you”, Master said sternly.

 

“Yes, Master”, I replied.

 

Master guided me to a section of the fence, midway between two vertical posts and then positioned me with my back to the fence. Firstly, he tied the rope that was used as a leash directly to the horizontal fence rail halfway between the two upright posts.

Next, He tied another length of rope around each of my wrists and one by one he tied each of my wrists to each of the upright posts, spreading my arms wide apart.  

 

Using another two pieces of rope, Master tied one end around each ankle. He then kicked lightly at the inside of each leg, indicating he wanted me to spread them further apart. I immediately opened my legs wide apart, as wide as I thought he wanted. He tied the other ends of the rope off at the bottom of the same two vertical posts that my wrists were bound too.  

 

I kept looking down towards the ground as I was instructed. I had the urge to look up to see if the painter or any other tradesman was watching us. I knew if I was caught disobeying the punishment would be severe. Master went back into the workshop and came back holding a metal T-bar device and another piece of rope.

 

He pulled my waist forward away from the metal fence and placed the T-bar between my back and the fence. This forced my back to arch and held my body taught. He doubled this extra piece of rope and looped it around my waist. He fed the two tails in through the bite of the rope and tugged it making sure it was tight around my waist.  

 

Next, he took the two rope tails down between my legs and expertly guided them, so they passed directly between my labia and back up through the crack of my arse. He tied the rope tails off to the metal T-bar as well as the horizontal fence rail directly behind my back. He had created the perfect crotch rope.

 

Next, Master placed the blindfold over my eyes blocking out all signs of light. The metal T-bar was forcing my body to arch and my head backwards. Master then went about making the four ropes securing my limbs even tighter, making me feel even more helpless than I already did.

 

He tested the crotch rope by tugging on it at a point just before it passed between my legs. Each tug made the rope bite into my pussy even harder, each time making me moan loudly.

 

The way he had tied me off against the fence, made it impossible to move. My limbs were stretched wide apart. The slightest movement of my body made the crotch rope bite even harder. I was feeling extremely aroused, the vulnerability and helplessness made my juices flow. My naked predicament was in full view of anyone working in and around our new house not to mention our neighbours.

 

Master’s hands slid over my naked body. He pinched my erect nipples each time one of his hands passed over them. His hands slid down my stomach until his fingers traced the path of the crotch rope downwards between my labia. He squeezed each labia in turn, each time making my body flinch helplessly against the ropes, each time making me moan quite loudly.

 

I heard Master go back into our workshop and return a moment later. Holding onto the ball gag with two hands he raised it to my mouth and said, “You need to wear this Laura, We can’t go disturbing the neighbours, can we?

 

“No Master, we can’t”, I replied opening my mouth wide to accept the gag.

 

He pushed the ball gag into my mouth and buckled up the straps tightly behind my head. Another leather strap with an integral D ring was passed over the top of my head and attached to the strap at the back of my head. As soon as the chin strap was done up tightly, it became impossible to move the ball at all with my tongue. The chin strap held the ball even firmer in place. I could make no sounds other than a muffled moan.

 

Master took some thin nylon rope from his pocket and tied one end to the D ring at the top of the head harness. He tilted my head backwards and tied off the other end to the fence rail behind.

 

Now that my head was tied firmly, my entire body was being rigidly held in position. I was helpless and stretched. My head was being held backwards, the T-bar making my body arch uncomfortably.

 

Master began to slap my pussy with quick firm slaps. I helplessly squirmed slightly, the arousal building up as well as the rope biting harder into my clitoris. He momentarily stopped the slapping to begin rubbing up and down, his fingers curving around the contours of my pubic region.

 

He stopped and spread open the bits of rope so both labia were trapped between the rope. This made them bulge and become even more sensitive. He rubbed them gently, sliding his fingers all over them.  I was becoming more and more aroused. I wanted to throw my head around but the nylon cord attached to the head harness prevented any movement.

 

“DO NOT CUM”, Master said loudly.

 

He kept rubbing, the arousal was peaking, I could feel my body beginning to tremble, fighting against the impending orgasm. He must have known I was getting close; it was becoming almost painful to try and stop it.

 

Just as I was close to cumming, Master stopped rubbing and began to untie the crotch rope. I was panting through the gag as I knew he would have punished me if I accidentally orgasmed. He then used that rope to tie the T-bar to my waist to keep it in position between the fence and my body. The moment the rope

 

Master removed two labia clamps from his trouser pocket. Each clamp had a lead weight attached, along with a small brass bell. He

 

Master knelt between my spread legs and began pulling at each of my labia. He attached one of the weighted clamps to the left side and then the other to the right. I moaned through the gag as each clamp bit into my sensitive flesh. He flicked at each one with a finger, I heard the little bells ring as the weights swung furiously back and forth.

 

The weights were pulling my labia down taunt. My entire focus was concentrated on what was happening between my legs. I was oblivious to everything else around me.

 

Master plunged two of his fingers easily into my wet pussy causing me to let out a muffled moan through the gag. This time he worked his fingers quickly in and out of me bringing me close to orgasm in no time at all.

 

“DO NOT CUM LAURA”, he growled loudly at me.

 

I couldn’t even move or shake my head in acknowledgement. 

 

I was fighting off the orgasm, my entire body trembling and tensing so as not to be punished. He brought me right to the edge of orgasm until I was at a point couldn’t take it any longer and then suddenly stopped. The weights were swinging back and forth, the little bells ringing, but not loud enough to drown out the panting noise I was making through the gag.

 

He briefly removed the gag, only enough to remove the blindfold. It took a while before my eyes could readjust to the bright sunlight. He then retied the head harness, so my head was tilted back slightly.

 

“You now have my permission to look up at the house Laura”, Master said.

 

I couldn’t help it, but I immediately looked up at the rear upstairs windows. I could see the painter standing in his coveralls through the window. He was staring down, watching us with his hard cock in his hand. He was stroking it, whilst he and eye locked eyes on each other. He must have been watching us the entire time.

 

For some reason, this made me even more aroused than I already was. The thought of his watching my Master bring to the edge whilst I was helplessly tied.

 

Master removed the clamps from my labia. As each one detached, the sharp pain of the blood returning through the nerve endings was excruciating for a brief period. He immediately began aggressively finger fucking me. As he plunged two fingers deep into my pussy, his thumb contacted the clitoris hard. He used his other hand to squeeze each my nipples hard, I was writhing in pleasure against his thrusts.

 

I couldn’t take my eyes off the painter who was still watching us and stroking his cock a little faster.

 

“I want you to cum hard Laura, you have my permission”, Master said.

 

Without hesitation, as if by magic upon hearing those words, I orgasmed so hard that I squirted. The orgasm flooded through my entire body; every muscle tensed uncontrollably. Master kept finger fucking me and only stopped after I had another two orgasms.

 

He finally untied me and removed my gag, I felt like a limp rag doll, exhausted, and my clitoris ultrasensitive.  

 

Master grabbed hold of the rope that was still attached to the loop in my collar and pulled me towards the ground so that I was kneeling in the dirt. He pulled my face close as he unzipped his trousers and removed his cock. The moment his cock was in front of my lips, I opened my mouth and began sucking it. I could taste the precum as it was already leaking from the tip.

 

I sucked it as eagerly as I could, just like I had been trained. It was my job to worship his cock or anybody's cock to provide the maximum amount of pleasure possible. When I started to suck it, I first just worked my lips around the rim and head and then worked it deeper into my throat. I wrapped an index finger and thumb tightly around the base of the cock, trapping the blood to make it bigger and harder. I eagerly worked the entire length, every now and again I cast my eyes to the rear window of the house to see the painter still watching us.

 

I sucked Master’s cock, the moment he was about to cum, he began thrusting his hips back and forth until he filled my mouth with several squirts of warm ejaculate. He let out a loud roar when he came, I eagerly kept sucking squeezing my lips around the shaft making sure I milked every single drop of cum from his body.  

 

After he put his cock back into his trousers and pulled me up onto my feet. He took a piece of rope and tied my wrists together in front so there were at least two meters of loose rope tails. He put the head harness ball gag back on me, making sure that each of the leather straps was tight preventing me from saying a word.

 

“You have been such a good girl, Laura, I think it’s time we share some of this pleasure around”, Master said with a smile on his face.

 

He held the loose rope tails and began to lead me up the stairs and into the back of the house. Drool was beginning to string its way down my front. My body was covered in dirt and dust, I looked so filthy as I saw my reflection when we went past the mirror waiting to be mounted.

 

Upstairs Master led me, into the kitchen and living room area. After pondering for several moments, he looked around and decided to position me facing the balustrade at the top of the staircase. It was the type which had a thick timber crossbeam, with numerous vertical metal bars.

 

Using the loose tails of the rope, he tied my wrists firmly to the timber crossbeam of the balustrade and used the remaining length to tie my collar to the same beam, so I was forced to be bent over. He took another piece of rope from his pocket and tied off each ankle to the vertical bars making sure my legs were held wide apart.

 

He inserted a couple of fingers inside my pussy and said, “Oh, I can’t believe how aroused you must be. You are so unbelievably wet”.

 

Drool was stringing from my mouth through the gag, it was beginning to make a small puddle on one of the stair treads.

 

“I am going to go, Laura, I know you are going to be in safe hands. I will be back in a little while to take you back home”, Master said as he began to walk back down the stairs.

 

I heard him downstairs and began talking to someone. I listened intently but I couldn’t work out what they were saying. I wasn’t sure if I could two or three different voices. I did hear our car start-up and eventually drive off up the street. I assumed he must be heading back to the house we were renting whilst this one was built.

 

I was feeling a mixture of nervousness as well as arousal. I didn’t know exactly what was going to happen, but I think I had a fair idea, especially after Master said he wanted to share some of the pleasure around. I felt very vulnerable and exposed. My clitoris was still tingling from the intense orgasms I had earlier.

 

A few minutes later, the painter came up the staircase. He came around behind me and his rough hands started exploring my body. His hands felt large and rough from years of work. My nipples were hard and erect, I flinched as he squeezed them between his fat fingers.

 

He ran his hand down my naked back and over my arse cheek. They found their way down between my legs at the entrance to my pussy. He squeezed the labia, I bucked slightly and moaned through the gag. He inserted one finger at first, I moaned slightly. Shortly afterwards the single finger was replaced with a second one. His fingers were thick and when the two were inserted into my tight pussy together, I moaned even louder through the gag.

 

“Mmm you are so wet and so tight”, the painter said with two fingers buried deep inside me.

 

He plunged them in and out of me numerous times, making me more and more aroused every time they slid through the entrance of my pussy. 

 

I was beginning to push backwards into his hand each time he pushed the finger back into me.

“Oh, you want this so much, don’t you? “, he said. “You want me deep inside you, don’t you?”.

“How would you like me to fuck you long and deep? Have my cock pulsating inside you, impaling you, filling you full of my cum”, he said in a gruff enthusiastic voice.

I nodded my head as if to say, yes, please. I was already panting through the gag from arousal, I wanted to be fucked so badly. He knew it, he could tell.

I heard the painter rip open the press studs of his coveralls and pull them down to his ankles.

He moved in behind me, he was pressing against my arse cheeks with his long hard cock pointing downwards over my labia. I could already feel its girth as it was hard and pressed against me. I instinctively wriggled my arse against him, as if I was inviting him further.

“Oh, you are such a horny little girl”, he told me.

“I know you want this; you might have to beg me for it”, he said.

I moaned and tried to push back harder into him. I wanted him to just shut up and fuck me.

He grabbed hold of the thick shaft and began rubbing the bulbous head up and down through my wet slit. Every time it came close to the entrance of my pussy I pushed back slightly as if I was trying to guide it into the hole. He was fucking teasing me with it, the more it slid through my wet slit the more I wanted it inside me. It felt like an eternity.

He suddenly stopped and pushed the big head of his cock into the entrance of my pussy. I moaned as my pussy lips stretched apart to take in it inside me. Oh fuck, it was so thick and so hard. He slowly inched inside me, it was filling me and stretching me. It felt huge, especially as it displaced my cervix.

I couldn’t help moaning, partly from the pain of it stretching me, but mostly from the pleasure it was beginning to give me. When his long fat cock was buried to the hilt, I felt like I had been impaled. Slowly, he began to withdraw it, my pussy lips were squeezing it tightly as if they were trying to stop it from leaving. I could feel the thick head pulling against my pussy lips when it was nearly out, then I let out another moan as he slid it back deep inside me. I could feel every blood-engorged vein as it passed back in through the opening.

About four or five thrusts later I orgasmed. My pussy muscles tightly clamping his hard shaft. My entire body shook with pleasure.

“Oh, you are fucking loving this, aren’t you bitch”, he said loudly behind me.

I nodded as I panted and tried to push backwards into him even harder than before.

He began to rhythmically fuck me with long slow thrusts, each thrust was intentionally slow, making me feel every inch of it as it slid deep into me. He paused momentarily every time it was buried to the hilt as if to remind me, I was impaled on the end of his cock. He felt part of me each time.

He fucked me for quite some time, the girth of his cock was tightly stretching the area around my clitoris making it ultrasensitive.

I began having multiple orgasms, I couldn’t stop them from coming even if I wanted to try. Each orgasm seemed slightly more intense than the one before it. I could feel my juices beginning to flood from me, his shaft feeling slick from the excessive lubrication.

I could hear the painter beginning to pant behind me, his thrusting began to speed up and he was holding onto my hips tighter, I knew he must’ve been close to coming.

He started to slam harder into me, each time he pulled me backwards by my hips with his large hands. I moaned louder and louder, I feel this next orgasm building more and more.

My body suddenly tensed as the orgasm flooded through my entire body, I squirmed uncontrollably.

The painter roared loudly behind me as he began to fill me with several loads of hot cum. He unloaded cum deep into me for about four or five thrusts.

He stopped thrusting after he cummed inside me, leaving his cock deep inside me. I could feel it slowly start to shrink. Eventually, he withdrew his cock and his cum began to slowly find it’s way out of me.

Just then Master made his way back up to the staircase to find us both in a lather of perspiration and the place smelling like sex. I was completely unaware he had even returned.

“How was it?”, Master asked the painter.

“Oh, she loved every moment of it”, he replied.

“Good. Depending on how things go here with this build, you may even get another chance”, Master told the painter with a smile on his face.

Master untied my ankles and wrists from the balustrade and helped me to stand back upright. My pussy felt sensitive from being stretched, and I felt euphoric, almost lightheaded. I was still panting from the intense fucking.

He had bought back a robe and placed it over my shoulders. My wrists were still tied together. He tied them to the loop on my collar and guided me down the stairs and outside to the car. As I walked, I could feel the painter’s cum oozing out of my pussy and down my inside thigh. With my wrists secured to my collar, there was nothing I could do.

As I was being guided through the side door, another tradesman met us at the doorway. He had a surprised look on his face.

It made me feel a little humiliated, being seen almost naked with fresh cum running down my inside thigh.

But this is exactly what Master wanted.


Writers bio: 

Laura is a tall, slim, 24/7 lifestyle submissive.

She is married to her Master and has over

twenty years of experience in the BDSM lifestyle.

Laura is a published author of

"Crafted from Kink, Shaped by Diamonds". She has been

recounting and writing for years in detail about her own personal kink experiences.

Writing with such intricate details and expressing her most intimate feelings, the reader is

drawn along with her journey and experience.


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