Peeing Wet Dream

Lying motionless on the bed, a leather blindfold with two circular eye patches was pulled over her eyes, blocking out any glimpses of light that might seep through her nose bridge. Her ankles, wrists were bounded by equally strong leather loops, with an additional strap joining the two other restraints at her elbows and knees together, to prevent her from straightening her body.

A perforated, rubber, gag ball had kept her from making any noise, diverting most of her attention to breathing through the tiny gaps in the ball. The one last contraption that bothered her least was two nylon belts, one under her breasts and the other at her waist, both connected to a thick, stiff rope that ran down her spine.

Not a single noise was made since he entered the room, until his fingers knocked against the table where a surprise awaited. Gripping the handle tightly, a hard swing through the air ripped the silence with a swooshing sound, awakening her dormant senses in suspicion.

Her *mmms* went unheard as the swishing moved towards her rear, until a single stroke landed on her ass, shocking her whole body into urination. Right on the bed, light yellow pee soaked into the sheets, while her thighs twitched uncontrollably to the sudden pain.

The weight on the mattress scared her no more than the abrupt tug of that rope, against her back, tilting her upright onto her elbows and knees. A sharp, metallic *snap* kept her contact on the bed to a minimum, resembling a swing that took some of her weight away.

As soon as her ass cheeks were pried apart for a finger to harshly rub cold liquid between her pussy, a little more pee came out and dribbled down her thighs, shivering slightly harder to the uncertainty of events.

Right after her sensitive clit was clumsily lubricated, a hot, fleshy tip then poked into her vagina, though not going more than an inch in. A deep groan signified the arousal of the man behind her, but not for long. Feeling every inch spreading those moist walls apart, fear then clamped her vulnerable hole down onto that intruding manhood, accidentally pleasing him further.

She gradually turn lightheaded as his cock pierced right to the end of her vagina, unconsciously pushing on her G-spot with the softest tip she ever felt. Entangled in hopelessness and the unstoppable, gradually increasing sense of eroticism, her moans came through the gag ball as sensual hahhs.

Soon, the swing was put into use when he pushed her off, and let momentum slam her down onto his dick. For a while, it was ‘fun’ to penetrate her deeply, though there was not much speed to it. Not before long, he got more agitated and was ramming his shaft forcefully down her pussy, bumping her on the pendulum of lust.

He had lost his mystery since he felt the mesmerising, addictive engulfment of his dick in her sweet hole, groaning and exasperating to the contractions happening inside her. Even though it was one out of every five thrusts he managed to poke her G-spot in, she was unable to deny, nor stop her body’s desire to climax – and so she did.

Sending him over the edge with the most heavenly grip of her pussy, he shoved his meat deep into the ribbed walls of her vagina, getting all the stimulation from what he had forced into her.

The carabiner on her back suddenly gave way and he got all flustered. A hand then pinched her cheeks together before he unclipped the buckle buried in her hair, allowing her to catch up on the air she was deprived of for such a long time. Fast and furious squishing, fapping sounds hovered over her face, until she sensed the tip touching her teeth.

A loud groan was all the warning he gave before spurting his load into her mouth, lining her tongue in a sticky coat of cum. Besides not having any food for the past six hours, she was only allowed a teeny bit of water through her gag ball.

Needless to say, his cum went straight down her throat and the mouthpiece was replaced as soon as he was done. Still enveloped in darkness, she returned to the only comfort in the bed – the pillow.

When she woke up after what seemed like a long time, the familiar scent of her own blanket greeted her, along with a wet patch right below her bum. Sunlight was blaring through window where a wind chime tinkled peaceful for her ears.

A nightmare? She couldn’t believe how realistic her dream was until the smell of bacon and eggs dragged her out of the bedroom, only to notice the unnatural markings on her ankles.

They were where those ‘anklets’ went over..

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