The Candle and the Book Club (very short story)

Seth writhed in ecstasy as his cock throbbed and emptied his balls into his fluffy pink petticoat. It was so intense that for a moment he forgot the entire world around him, and even where and what his situation was. He lay on the ground with his cheek on the floor, and closed his eyes just letting his head swim in the delicious afterglow.

However, the smell of smoke made him come back to reality in a few moments, and he opened his eyes almost as if waking up. The smoke was coming from a candle he had lit, and which was sitting just a couple of feet away from him. What he noticed most is that the vibrator he had strapped onto his cock was still buzzing happily away even though his penis didn’t like the sensation anymore. He wanted to take it off, but couldn’t.

Speaking of wanting to take things off, he was dressed in the most sissifying outfit he owned. He had on a blonde wig, makeup, a short pink dress and pink nylon stockings. It had been sexy to him a few moments ago before he’d had his precious orgasm, but now everything had changed. It was like he wasn’t even the same person. Now, he couldn’t stand this outfit and wanted to take it off very badly, but he couldn’t take it off either.

 He looked down at his wrists and ankles, and saw that they were still bolted to the floor with metal restraints. He remembered snapping them onto himself just a few minutes ago and getting a feeling of ecstasy as he heard the latches catch, and knew that now it was too late. The situation he’d set up for himself was going to play out whether he wanted it or not. The restraints were electronic, and would not release themselves for another thirty minutes.

This was a problem in and of itself because he desperately wanted to get out of the humiliating sissy outfit and the vibrator was becoming sheer torture to his cock now. These were secondary problems though. His mind wandered back to the smell of smoke. It was from a candle burning, but it wasn’t just burning itself. The candle was strategically placed under a rope that was holding back another strategically placed item.

Seth had rigged up a big purple corkscrew dildo attached to a ten pound weight like a pendulum. Were the pendulum allowed to swing free, the arc would slam the over-sized dildo directly into his unprepared ass. Currently the only thing keeping the pendulum from swinging free was a rope: A rope that was at this moment being burned through by a candle. He had tested it, and the rope should take no more than ten minutes to burn through. He had already wasted about five minutes getting into place and having his orgasm.

Now, the giant dildo would be ramming its way into his ass any minute and he thanked his lucky stars that he’d remembered to lube it up very thoroughly.

Even the predicament of the dildo was not his main concern though. Seth had told his ex-girlfriend that she could host her book club for this month at his house. He had carefully planned this self-bondage scenario so that his shackles would not release until two minutes after the women were scheduled to start arriving. He had left the door open a crack with a note that said “Don’t bother knocking, just come on in ladies!”

Now lying here, he hoped beyond hope that the ladies would be tardy as he often knew his ex-girlfriend to be. He heard the rope start to snap and crackle. It would be any moment now, but the sound that terrified him most of all was the sound of his front door squeaking open.

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