Playing with Senses

I go to normal everyday discount stores to find items that I end up using as toys. I have lots of toys in my collection that have come from those type of shopping trips. Most of my favorite toys have come from stores that are sell discount items. The Dollar Store happens to be one of my favorite places.

I went into The Dollar Store one day and was looking around and picking up lots of different things; I kept passing the black rubber bungee cords. They were next to the multicolored ones but these were a piece of semi thick rubber with the hooks in the ends. The rubber is about inch thick wide and come in various lengths.

So this toy slut decided to pick them up – several – all in different lengths. In the same little section I saw a pair of eye protection goggles. Also, that day I found a pack of 10 practice golf balls, the ones with the holes in them. Before leaving the store, I looked for shoe laces and found they had black pair of black leather boot laces.

I was owned when I bought them and took them home to my owner. I had visions of the black cords wrapped and hooked around my body. The black thick rubber showing next to my pale skin. As an artist I loved the visual – the contrast. My Master seemed to like it too.

Taking a ball, I strung the leather laces through the ball to make a gag. I took the goggles and spray painted them black. I did the outside of them as I was worried the black paint on the inside might irritate my skin when I had to have them on. I did a couple layers of paint so that they could not be seen through.

After I was done I had a new gag, blindfold and cords to be bound it. I felt a good scene coming up.

One night Master decided to try them out. He started with putting the gag in and then added the new blacked-out goggles. He worked on the cords next. We had various lengths. He had me stand next to the bed – arms to my sides. He attached one around my arms above my breasts. Then one under my breasts around my arms. One around my upper thighs, calves and then ankles and then he pushed me down on the bed. He had to play with them a little bit to makes sure that when he was going to push me onto the bed that the metal hooks did not poke into me too much. The little pokes how he had them were a good hurt – not too uncomfortable.

I laid bound on the bed. My Master just let me stay there for a little while so that I got into my space. Not being able to see, talk or move – totally helpless, allowed me to move into my space where I just escaped into the blackness . . . ahhhhh. I could not tell how much time passed but all of sudden I felt a thuddy sting hit my breast. I screamed in surprised behind my gag. I felt it hit my thighs and breasts again and again. Each whack felt like almost a belt but I knew it was not a belt. I could not tell what he was using. He continued to beat me with the implement. He turned me over making sure my ass, back and thighs were not neglected. I moaned louder and louder behind my gag with each whack.

After I was floating nicely, he let me come down keeping me bound and rubbing my body telling me I was a good girl. He took everything off me. We laid there talking for a while and I could not hold out any longer – I had to ask.

“Master, what did you use on me?” I said. He picked up one of the rubber longer bungee cords – the hooks had been taken out. He had doubled it and used it like a belt on me. I smiled and said it worked pretty good. He just laughed and said he noticed.

Being bound, gagged, and blindfolded creates so many incredible feelings in me, so my shopping trip was well worth the emotions created during the scene.

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