So, at around 8:45pm last Tuesday, I'm just waiting for my neighbor to disappear into his house. He's taking his sweet time whatever he's doing, it's almost like he's waiting for me...
I'm going to have to use some of the plant pots to make sure my clothes don't blow away...
So finally my neighbor disappeared, but time was marching on... I didn't think I'd have long to get myself into position and, having been caught by my husband trying to prepare a self-bondage surprise for him before, I wanted to make sure I'd actually be ready for him when he found me this time.
I left my note asking for a coat taped to the front door, and my dress in the doorway... Then it was a crazy dash from the door under the car port, leaving one of my red ballet pumps pointing towards the garden gate, and a stocking tied around the gate itself. The other stocking I left under a plant pot on the table in the patio area, and then my other shoe midway down the garden towards the shed at the end. There's a concrete platform at the bottom of the garden with some plant pots on it and that's where I left my bra under one of the pots before squeezing myself behind the shed.
(Looking from my kitchen window, the shed is to the left and the greenhouse is to the right. The left hand and bottom edges of our garden are bordered by tall hedgerows (and the neighbors' garage on the left). The right is where my elderly neighbor lives.)
It was both exhilarating and absolutely freezing trying to set it all out and get myself out of sight as quickly as possible, and all the time I was dreading that "oh, Rebecca" from over the fence...
It didn't happen and finally I was behind the shed. I scratched myself on my back slightly in my haste, but I was where I needed to be.
As well as my leather cuffs and a short chain to join them, and a padlock to fasten each one to my wrist, I'd bought a long-ish screw and a screwdriver borrowed from my husband's tool box. Well, I needed some way of fixing myself into place...
Maybe I should have screwed it in while I was dressed, though... Trying to rush, and shivering so, made it very difficult and I was sure he'd come and find me before I'd managed to bind myself. It kept falling to the floor and I'd have to struggle to bend down in the narrow space to retrieve it. I was almost shedding tears of frustration when finally it started to bite and screw into the thick wood of the shed's roof so that I'd be able to bind my wrists over my head. Finally I had it in place and cuffed myself, facing the shed so that my poor naked boobies would be rubbing against the rough wood as I waited.
All that time I’d been rushing. Turns out, I had PLENTY of time...
So, finally, he ambles along and finds me, a very satisfied smile on his face. He gave my ass a firm slap and told me that I seemed to have gotten myself in a tight spot.
He dropped my coat and told me we'd have to warm me up, cupped a breast in one hand as he pressed himself to my back in the right space, forcing me harder against the shed. Placed his other hand over the front of my panties and immediately found my keys. "I'll look after those for you," he teased, taking them out. He spent a minute or two groping me there like that, and then told me he'd be back. I pleaded for my coat, but obviously that was a waste of my breath!
He came back a few minutes later and unhooked the chain joining the cuffs from the screw I'd put in. Turned me around so my back was to the shed, and then hooked me back up again. My arms were starting to ache and he'd given me barely ten seconds respite, Mistress...
The first thing he added was my stainless steel collar. When that was locked in place, he showed me a couple of screws he'd bought out, told me they were 180mm wood screws. That's around 7 inches, and he made me stand up on tiptoes before standing them under my heels! My poor, soft feet! All my weight forced up on my tiptoes unless I wanted the sharp screws to dig into my heels!
Next was my nipple clamps. He fed the chain through the O-ring in my collar and wound it around a few times so that when he put those clamps on my nipples, they were pulled tightly upwards! The weight of my big breasts wanting to fall back down put so much tension on my nipples!!
He left me like that while he unlocked and went inside the she'd and when he came back he had one of the bamboo canes that we use for planting peas and beans. "Now let's get you warm," he taunted and gave me a sharp lash across the exposed lower curves of my breasts. Told me not to draw the attention of the neighbors as I struggled wanting to cry out because it hurt so much!!
He ordered me to count to ten as he lashed them again and again, each strike harder than the last. They were striped pretty red and VERY tender the next morning
Without mercy, he unclamped both of my nipples at once letting my lashed titties fall freely which was a torment in itself, but he wasn't done with them yet. He'd bought out a candle and now he lit it and slowly gave both of my cold, tortured breasts a thick covering of hot wax which burned really hot in the cold air, and had me thrashing around, increasing the strain in my arms and reminding me of the screws keeping me up on my screaming tippy toes!!!
All the time he was doing that, he had his hand in my panties. The pain was helping me to not become too fixated on the pleasure, but I was incredibly wet and getting very warm down there...
Finally he blew out the candle and now all I had to concentrate on, aside from the lingering pain making my titties seem to throb and the fear of putting too much of my weight on my heels, was his hand. Pleasure started to take over and he wasn't going to stop!
"Remember not to cum," he warned me, rubbing me very deliberately towards making me do just that! Oh my goodness, all I could think of to do was to risk lowering my heels a little bit until the pain made me cry out and jerk back upwards but still he kept rubbing until he forced me to the very edge of losing control and only then did he stop, but left his hand in there so that regaining control of myself was so much harder and took much longer!
Finally, panting and heaving in the now dark cold night, I managed to bring myself back from the precipice. "Good girl," he told me. He kneeled down to remove the screws from under my heels, but the relief was only short-lived. The click of his lighter and sudden heat under them alerted me that I was now up on tiptoes over a couple of tealight candles and he left me moaning like that while he locked up the shed and took his tools and my clothes back into the house.
His return couldn't come fast enough and the blessed relief when he removed those tealights and let me rest back down on my tortured heels was incredible. I didn't fight him as he slid off my panties and tied me a crotchrope. Once that was done, he unfastened one of my cuffs and let my wrists down from where they'd been bound overhead. He massaged them for me for a minute or so to help ease the pain in my muscles and joints, and then he reattached the cuff, binding my wrists together behind my back and then pulled me by my crotchrope back towards the house. Even the rough, cold paving stones felt good under my feet, but the soft grass really was a blessing. It's a shame that that was only a few steps and then I was back on the paving of the patio, then through the gate and onto the tarmac of our driveway. For a minute I was worried he was going to take me back in the way I'd come out, but we went inside through the kitchen door.
Oh. Of course we did. He wanted me to do the last few dishes and wipe the surfaces down, didn't he?
He tied his end of the crotchrope to the extractor hood over the oven, giving me just enough slack to be able to reach the worksurfaces (although it pulled quite firmly at the edges).
At least the linoleum floor was cool and soothing on my heels, but my breasts and nipples were very sore and throbbing and trying to do my chores WITH MY WRISTS BOUND BEHIND ME was incredibly awkward, frustrating and humiliating...
But finally I got done and he untied the crotchrope from the oven hood and pulled me upstairs.
He made me know on our bed and unfastened the chain between my cuffs, but only so he could refasten them to both in front of me. He unhooked the dangling nipple clamps from the O-ring in my collar and then untied my crotchrope, tied the rope to my collar, bent me gently forwards until I was holding myself up on hands and knees and tied the other end of the rope to the headboard. Leashed up like a pet...
I'm sure you can guess where the nipple clamps got fastened? And then he tugged on them, firmly, while he started fucking me doggy style, his cock ensuring my arousal deepened, the sharp tugging of the clamps on my soft pussy lips making sure it didn't deepen too much...
Still, his cock inside me felt SOOOO good, and he fucked me deeply, harder and harder with every stroke until...
His hot, forceful orgasm rushing out into me... If he'd not pulled VICIOUSLY on the clamps Mistress, I'd have been in serious danger of cumming myself!!
He left me there like that while he went to clean himself up.
No such luxury for me. When he came back, he helped me slip my panties back on, still on all fours with his mess leaking down my thighs before he untied my collar and unfastened my cuffs. Spanked my ass before he'd let me lay down. He caressed me for a while then, very tenderly on top of my aching breasts, but it wasn't long before he fell asleep leaving me feeling icky, uncomfortable and frustrated.
Oops...
). When I came back to pour his coffee, he asked if I was wearing any panties with my uniform. I told him that I had my hands full and asked him if he could find out for himself... 
If anybody had happened to be looking into my kitchen window they'd have seen a very red blushing and burning slut miss kubo...
That is your task for tomorrow, rebecca. Turn them into something that will make him hard and want to punish you equally hard
