Chapter 3: The Panty Gag
The climax still trembled through Leo's limbs like aftershocks, his chest heaving, sweat cooling on his skin. Mia lay draped over his thigh, her cheek against his hip, her breathing ragged. The chain between her nipple clamps had gone slack, and the vibrators inside her had stilled. Kina clicked the remote off with a satisfied smirk.
Tina moved first. She stepped over Leo's outstretched arm, her red stockings glistening in the chandelier's dim light, and knelt at his left wrist. Her fingers found the knot she'd tied earlier, loosened it, and pulled the rope free. Then she cinched it again, tighter. The silk bit into his skin, a clean, sharp pressure that made his cock twitch.
"Hey," Leo rasped, craning his neck to watch her work. "That's a bit snug."
"Good." Tina's voice was low and smoky. She moved to his other wrist, repeated the motion, and pulled the rope taut with a final jerk that made him gasp. "You're not going anywhere, pretty boy."
Mia lifted her head, a lazy grin spreading across her face. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, the nipple clamps swinging between her breasts, and watched Tina work her way down to Leo's ankles. The ropes creaked as Tina tied him wider, spreading his legs until his thighs ached with the stretch.
"There we go," Tina said, patting his calf. "Much better."
Leo swallowed. His cock stood rigid against his belly, the chain still wrapped around its base from their earlier games. He was helpless. Completely, utterly helpless. And the heat in his gut told him he didn't mind one bit.
Kina slid off the bed, her pink stockings catching the light as she stretched. She caught Mia's eye and nodded toward the foot of the bed. Mia returned the nod, her grin widening.
"You know what, Leo?" Mia said, crawling up his body. She straddled his chest, her bare cunt sliding against his sternum, leaving a slick trail. "We've been so busy taking care of you that we forgot to give ourselves a show."
"You're not..." Leo's voice caught. "You three are the only ones who've been showing."
"Exactly." Kina giggled, stepping closer to the bed. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pink stockings and rolled them down, inch by inch, the nylon whispering against her thighs. She spun them in the air above her head before letting them dangle from her fingertips. "We thought you might like a bit of entertainment."
Mia leaned down and kissed Leo, soft and quick, then pulled back and slid off the bed. She bent at the waist, giving him a full view of her round ass as she peeled her own stockings down. The black nylon clung to her calves, then slid free. She twirled them too, a slow, teasing rotation that made his cock jump.
"Let me help with those," Tina said, stepping behind Mia. She slid her hands up Mia's thighs, around her hips, and unbuckled the straps of her garter belt. Mia let the whole thing drop to the floor. Then Tina turned and stripped of her red stockings with practiced, fluid motion, rolling them down one leg at a time and snapping the fabric taut between her fingers.
"Look at him." Kina's voice was a whisper of delight. "He's so hard he might burst."
Leo made a strangled sound. His hands clenched into fists, pulling uselessly at the ropes. Three women, bare from the waist down, all of them watching him with hungry eyes. His hips rolled involuntarily, seeking friction that wasn't there.
"Shh," Mia murmured, climbing back onto the bed. She crawled up alongside him, her hand sliding down his stomach to wrap around his cock. "You've been so good, baby. We have a little treat for you."
"Open up," Tina said, and Leo obeyed without thinking. His jaws parted.
The first pair was Mia's black lace panties. The fabric was damp, still carrying the scent of her arousal from the night before. Kina followed with her pink silk, smooth and light, and Leo breathed in through his mouth as both women folded the delicate material and pressed it past his lips.
"More," Kina said, and Tina stepped forward with her red thong, a tiny scrap of mesh with a damp spot at the crotch. She shoved it in alongside the others, packing his mouth full until his cheeks bulged and he could only make muffled, guttural sounds.
"There we go," Tina said, patting his cheek. "That's a good boy."
Mia reached for the blindfold, the same one Leo had worn earlier, and this time it was Kina who tied it across his eyes. The world went dark. All he had was sensation: the ropes biting into his wrists and ankles, the weight of three women on the bed around him, the scent of nylon and cunt filling his nostrils.
"We're going shopping," Mia whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "You be a good boy and wait for us, okay?"
Leo made a desperate, muffled protest. His cock was on fire, jutting into empty air, and he could feel the phantom brush of fingertips hovering over the tip without touching.
"Mmm," Kina hummed from somewhere near his feet. "He's not going anywhere."
Tina's hand closed around his cock, a brief, firm stroke that made his hips buck violently against the ropes. Then she leaned down and took the head between her lips, just for a second, just long enough for her tongue to taste the salt of his earlier climax. Leo let out a shout, muffled and thick.
She pulled away. The bed shifted as all three women climbed off. He heard the soft rustle of fabric, the click of a door. And then silence, broken only by his own panting breath.
Leo lay there, blind and gagged, spread-eagle on the bed, his cock aching for a touch that wouldn't come. The mirror above him threw back a reflection he couldn't see: a muscled man, sweat-sheened, straining against silk ropes, three pairs of panties stuffed in his mouth, waiting.
The front door clicked shut downstairs.
The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by Leo's own ragged breathing. He strained against the ropes, testing them, but Tina had done her work well. The silk held firm. His cock ached, a relentless, throbbing need that pulsed in time with his heartbeat. He tried to swallow, but the fabric in his mouth prevented it, his throat working uselessly.
Then he heard it.
A soft footstep. Not the front door, not downstairs. Here. In the room. The creak of a floorboard, the whisper of bare feet on hardwood. His heart slammed against his ribs.
Another step. Closer. The bed dipped, the mattress compressing under a weight on his left side. He froze, every muscle tense. The air shifted, and a scent washed over him. Something floral, expensive. Not Mia's perfume. Not Kina's. Not Tina's.
A stranger.
Hands found his thighs. Warm, smooth, a woman's hands with carefully manicured nails dragging slowly up the inside of his leg. His cock jumped violently, a bead of pre-come pearling at the tip. The stranger hummed, a low, amused sound that vibrated through the wooden bedframe.
"Look at you," she murmured, her voice husky, unfamiliar. "All spread out like a feast. And they just left you here?"
Leo made a muffled sound of protest, pulling at his ropes. The motion did nothing but make the knots creak. The hands kept moving, one circling his knee, the other tracing the line of his hip bone.
"Shopping," she said, and the word dripped with mockery. "They went shopping. And left their prize unattended. That was foolish of them."
Her fingers found his balls, cupping them in her palm. They were heavy, full from his earlier climax, sensitive. She rolled them gently, a possessive weight in her hand, and Leo let out a strangled groan. He couldn't see her. Couldn't move. Couldn't tell her to stop.
"What a waste," she whispered. "All this cock, and no one to take care of it."
Her hand moved from his balls, sliding up his shaft in one slow, deliberate stroke. He was slick with pre-come and sweat, and her fingers glided over him like silk. She wrapped her grip around the base and squeezed, not enough to hurt, just enough to make him feel it. To remind him she was in control.
"I've dreamed about this, you know," she said, stroking him lazily, up and down, up and down. "Not this exactly. But close. A man who could be trusted. A man who was strong, respected. Everyone looked up to him." Her thumb traced the ridge of his crown, circling the sensitive edge, making his hips twitch. "I bet you're like that on the outside. In the world. But here? Tied to a bed with his mouth stuffed full of women's panties?"
She laughed, a dark, silky sound.
"Here, you're just a pretty thing. Nothing but a cock and a heartbeat."
Leo shuddered. The words were humiliating, and they shouldn't have made him harder, but they did. His cock swelled in her grip, thrumming with need. She noticed. Of course she noticed.
"Oh," she breathed. "You like that. You like being talked down to."
Her tongue touched his neck, hot and wet, right at the junction of his shoulder and throat. It wasn't a kiss. It was a mark, a tasting. She dragged it up the column of his throat until her lips grazed his jaw.
"Your skin is so warm," she said. "You're burning, aren't you? Frustrated. Desperate. They left you right on the edge and just walked away."
She bit down on his earlobe, a sharp, possessive nip, and Leo's whole body jerked. A low, muffled sound tore from his throat, half protest, half plea. Her hand tightened on his cock, stoking him faster now, a steady, merciless rhythm.
"You have no idea who I am," she said, mouthing along his jaw. "But you should. You used to know me better than anyone."
Her lips found his again, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, right where the fabric bulged. He could taste the faint residue of his own blindfold on her lips, plastic and warmth.
"We had a thing once, you and I. A long time ago." Her hand worked him, twisting at the base, dragging up to squeeze the head, milking a fresh gush of pre-come. "You left me. Crushed me. Told me you needed something different." A pause. "Something softer."
She kissed his neck again, flicking her tongue against the hollow of his throat. Her other hand came up to toy with his nipple, rolling the hard bud between her thumb and forefinger.
"And look at you now. Tied to a bed, stuffed full of crotch, waiting for a woman to come take care of you. You still need me." Another stroke, harder, faster. "You always did. You just didn't know it."
Leo struggled to think, his mind a storm of fear, shame, and blinding arousal. Who was she? He couldn't place the voice. Too many years, too many memories blurring. But she knew him. She knew his past.
She moved, shifting her weight, and her leg swung over his thigh. She was straddling his calf, and he could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. She was bare. Needy. Close enough that her wet sex brushed against his skin.
"Maybe I should take what I want," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "While they're gone. It's only fair. You owe me that much."
Her hips rolled against his calf, spreading her slickness across his skin. His entire body was a raw nerve, every touch a spark. She ground down on him, a slow, teasing grind, while her hand worked his cock.
"Or maybe," she said, "I'll just make you come. Leave you in a sticky mess and walk away. Let you wonder who got the better of you."
His muffled groan was pure desperation. The ropes creaked as he strained. She smiled against his chest, he could feel the motion of her lips.
"Don't worry, baby," she whispered, licking a stripe up the center of his chest. "I'm not done with you yet. Not by a long shot."
She stopped. Her hand froze around his cock, mid-stroke, and the loss of motion was a cruel, abrupt shock. Leo's hips bucked helplessly, searching for friction that wasn't there. He made a thick, desperate sound around the fabric in his mouth.
"You want that?" she asked, her voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. "That orgasm. Do you want it?"
Leo nodded frantically, his whole body shaking with the effort of the motion. Yes. Yes. God, yes. He heard her soft, pleased laugh.
"Then say it. Let's get it together." Her hand slid off his cock entirely, and he groaned in protest. "But first, I'm taking these out of your mouth. And here's the deal, baby." Her fingernail traced a light circle over his tight, sensitive balls. "Not a single word comes out of your mouth unless I ask for it. No begging, no moaning that sounds like words. One slip, and I'll spend the next ten minutes playing with these while your cock aches."
He nodded again, jerky and desperate. Anything. Anything.
Her fingers found the edge of the fabric in his mouth. She pulled the first pair free slowly, inch by inch, the damp lace dragging across his lips. Mia's black lace. She tossed it aside. Then Kina's pink silk, smooth and light, sliding out with a soft whisper. He gasped air, greedily filling his lungs. The last one, Tina's red thong, was stuck to his cheek and she tugged it free with a wet, sucking sound, leaving his mouth bare and aching.
He opened his mouth to speak, a plea already forming on his tongue, and her hand clamped around his balls, squeezing gently but firmly. He snapped his jaw shut, the words dying in his throat.
"Good boy," she murmured. "Now. You want to come. Let's make that happen together."
Her hand returned to his cock, sliding up his shaft in a slow, deliberate stroke. She was slick, her palm gliding over the sensitive flesh, and Leo's whole body arched into the touch. His fisted hands pulled uselessly at the ropes. The edge of his vision was black, blindfolded, and all he had was sensation: her hand, her heat, the phantom weight of her leg over his calf.
"That's it," she whispered, stroking him faster. "Don't tense up. Let it build. Feel me taking care of you."
She knew how to touch him. That was the terrifying, thrilling truth. She knew the exact pressure, the exact angle, the exact flick of her thumb over the ridge of his head that made his hips judder. She had learned his body once, long ago, and she remembered.
"Who are you?" he breathed, the question slipping out before he could stop it..
The hand around his balls tightened, just a fraction, and a low, dangerous laugh rolled out of her throat. "That's it. That's the punishment." She shifted, her weight lifting off his calf, the mattress dipping as she crawled up his body. He felt her thighs brush his ribs, then his shoulders, until her heat settled over his face. Her cunt hovered an inch from his lips, slick and swollen, the scent of her flooding his senses. "You asked a question you weren't supposed to ask. So now you owe me. One orgasm. And you're going to give it to me with that clever tongue of yours."
His mouth opened, a protest forming, but she dropped her weight before he could speak. Her wet folds pressed against his lips, smearing across his chin. "Lick," she commanded, her voice dropping to a husky growl. "Make me come, and maybe I'll let you come too. But you don't get my hand on your cock again until I'm satisfied."
Leo's hands clenched into fists, straining against the ropes. The taste of her flooded his mouth, salty and sweet, and instinct took over. His tongue slid up her slit, dragging through her folds, circling her clit. She gasped above him, her hips grinding down against his mouth.
"That's it," she breathed. "Right there. Don't stop."
Her hands found his chest, her nails dragging lightly over his nipples, pinching and rolling them. The sensation was sharp, distracting, pulling his focus away from the rhythm of his tongue. He tried to stay on task, lapping at her clit, pressing his tongue flat against her. She rewarded him with a low moan, her hips rocking faster.
But her hands kept moving. They slid down his sides, tracing his obliques, skimming over his hips. He felt her fingers dance along his inner thigh, agonizingly close to his cock, then veer away entirely. She was everywhere except where he needed her. Her touch teased his stomach, his thighs, the sensitive spot behind his balls, but she never touched his shaft.
"You're getting sloppy," she murmured, her voice thick with pleasure. "Focus. I can feel you distracted."
He groaned against her, the vibration making her shudder. She pressed down harder, her clit grinding against his tongue, and her hand finally slid up his thigh to cup his balls. He bucked his hips, desperate for more, but she just rolled them gently in her palm, a possessive weight. His cock throbbed, leaking onto his stomach, slick and aching.
"Please," he breathed against her, the word muffled, broken. She heard it anyway.
"Please what?" Her voice was a silky mockery. "Please touch you? But you haven't earned that yet. Keep licking."
He obeyed, his tongue working her clit with renewed fervor. He circled it, flicked it, then drew it into his mouth and sucked gently. Her hips bucked, her fingers digging into his thigh, and a sharp, bitten-off moan escaped her.
"Yes," she hissed. "Just like that. Don't stop."
Her other hand found his nipple, pinching and twisting with a sharp, precise pressure. His body jerked, and it took all his control not to stop licking. She was a symphony of teasing touches, her fingers plucking at his sensitive skin, her thighs trembling on either side of his face. But his cock stood ignored, a monument to her cruelty, so hard it ached.
She rolled her hips against his tongue, slow and deliberate, using him now. Her rhythm quickened, her breathing turning ragged. She was close. He could taste it, the subtle shift in her slickness, the way her inner thighs clenched tight around his head.
"Don't you dare slow down," she panted. "Right there. Yes. Right fucking there."
He flattened his tongue and pressed it against her clit, refusing to let up. She rode his face with increasing desperation, her nails digging half-moons into his thigh. Her climax built in the tension of her body, her whole frame coiling tight, and when it broke, she shattered with a raw, guttural cry.
Her thighs clamped around his head, her hips grinding down in wild, convulsive circles. Her juice flooded his mouth, and he swallowed greedily, his tongue still lapping at her as she rode out wave after wave. She collapsed forward, her weight pressing down on his face, and he continued licking her through it, gentle, soothing strokes until her trembling eased.
For a long moment, she just lay there, her breath hot against his stomach. Then she pushed herself up, and he felt her shift off his face. The cool air hit his wet skin, and he sucked in a greedy breath, tasting her on his lips.
"Not bad," she murmured, her voice husky with satisfaction. Her hand found his cock, but instead of stroking it, she just traced a finger along the underside, feather-light, making him twitch violently. "But I didn't say I was done with you yet."
A faint buzz filled the air, a low, mechanical hum that made Leo's muscles tense. He heard her shift, the rustle of movement, and then a small, sleek shape pressed against his thigh. The vibration was light, almost gentle, a tickle of sensation against his skin.
"What do you think this is?" she asked, her voice teasing. "A little toy. Just for you."
She dragged the vibrator up his inner thigh, the buzz maddening as it hovered just shy of his balls. Leo's hips bucked, chasing the sensation, but she pulled it away. A soft, cruel laugh.
"Not yet," she murmured. "I want to hear you ask for it."
His jaw clenched. She'd set the rules, and he was determined to follow them. But the vibrator was back, pressing against the crease of his thigh, so close to his aching cock that he could feel the vibration through the skin. His balls tightened, drawn up, and he let out a shaky breath.
"Please," he managed, the word a rasp.
"Please what?"
"Please touch me."
"Where?"
He swallowed hard. "My cock."
"Good boy." Her hand closed around his shaft, guiding it to the side, and then the vibrator touched him.
The sensation was electric. The small, rounded head pressed against the underside of his cock, just below the ridge of the crown, and the vibration traveled through him in waves. Leo's whole body arched, a strangled sound tearing from his throat. She held it steady, letting him feel it, letting the buzz ripple through his flesh.
"That's it," she murmured. "Feel that?"
He couldn't answer. His head was thrown back, his hands fisting the sheets. She moved the vibrator in slow circles, tracing the sensitive rim of his head, then dragged it down the length of his shaft. Every nerve in his body was focused on that small, humming device, and she wielded it like a master.
She teased his frenulum, pressing the vibrator right against the bundle of nerves, and Leo cried out, his hips jerking wildly. Pre-come leaked from his tip, slicking the way for the toy to slide even more smoothly. She pressed it harder, holding it there, and his whole body shuddered.
"God," he gasped. "Fuck. Please."
"Please what? You want to come?"
"Yes. Please. I need to come."
"Not yet." She pulled the vibrator away, and the sudden absence was a physical ache. His cock throbbed, painfully hard, slick and desperate. She let him lie there, panting, for a long moment before she touched him again.
This time, she pressed the vibrator to his balls, cradling them in her palm. The vibration hummed through the thin skin, making his sac tighten, his legs spread wider. She worked it over the sensitive underside, then slid it down to the base of his cock, teasing the area behind his balls.
"Please," he begged, his voice breaking. "I'm so close. Please let me come."
"Not yet," she repeated, a smile in her voice. "I want to see how long you can last."
She brought the vibrator back to his cock, pressing it flat against the underside of the shaft. She stroked it up and down, slow and deliberate, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through his whole body. His hips rolled involuntarily, his rhythm wild and searching, and she let him chase it, hovering right at the edge.
"Look at you," she breathed. "So desperate. So needy. They left you here, and I'm the one getting you off."
He couldn't argue. He was beyond words, beyond thought. All he knew was the vibration, the pressure, the maddening, building heat at the base of his spine. His muscles clenched, his abs tightening, and he knew he was seconds away.
"You're going to come," she said, and it wasn't a question. "You're going to come all over my hand, and you're going to thank me for it. Isn't that right?"
"Yes," he gasped. "Yes. Thank you. Please. Please."