My Bondage History Part 6 by The Bitch One Friday afternoon, in anticipation of a long, exciting weekend, I decided to try something even more elaborate than just greet Charlie at the door in my maid's uniform. I dressed as usual in the black rubber stockings, panties and bra, and high- heeled shoes. I once again struggled into the form-fitting maid's dress and put on the apron and cap. Then, using a short piece of clothesline, I tied my wrists together in front of me as tightly as I could. This was difficult, but using my well trained tongue and thumbs, I managed to tie them fairly tightly. Then I placed the rubber penis gag deep in my mouth and attached the straps around my head as tightly as I could. This was pretty hard, since my wrists were tied, but I managed to get the gag pretty tight. Using the small air-pump, I pumped up the gag so that its penis shape completely filled my mouth. I couldn't wait for Charlie to get home so I could have his cock replace the rubber one! Sitting on the floor, I pulled my legs up close to my chest, and wrapped my arms around my knees. Stretching as far as I could, I managed to get my bound wrists around one of my feet, and then the other. Then using another short piece of rope, I tied my ankles together snugly. The last piece of rope went around my legs just above my knees, and I rolled over and slowly stretched myself out. I was now bound hand and foot, my wrists tied, my ankles and knees roped, and my face full of rubber penis. I tested the bindings, and was satisfied that I looked as if someone else had tied me. I rolled and inched my way closer to the door, knelt up and awaited my Charlie's return. The key fit in the lock. Of course I couldn't answer the door like I usually did, I could only wait while he let himself in. When his eyes fell upon me, kneeling there bound hand and foot, I could see his erection growing by leaps and bounds. I knew I was in for a mad, passionate lovemaking session. He set his briefcase down and walked out of the room, leaving me to kneel there wondering. He came back from the bedroom in a few minutes, carrying a dog collar and leash. He placed the collar around my neck, and attached the leash. Untying my ankles but leaving my knees tied together, he stood me up and led me by the leash to the bedroom. I couldn't protest, but could only hobble as quickly as I could behind him. Once in the bedroom, he placed two leather cuffs on my ankles, connected them with a double snap-hook, and untied the rope around my knees. He put leather cuffs on my arms just above my elbows and connected them with another snap-hook. Then he untied my wrists, and using two more leather cuffs, connected them as well. He led me over to the corner of the room, and after taking down the hanging plant, he tied a rope around my wrists and attached it to the hook in the ceiling. He pulled the rope taut so that I was bent over from the waist with my hands and arms extended up in the air behind my back. There I stood, bent at the waist, my arms bound behind me, my mouth full of rubber penis, my head against the corner of the bedroom wall, my rear end helplessly exposed, waiting to serve Charlie's any and every whim. And I didn't have to wait long! Charlie approached quietly, and suddenly slapped my rubber- covered ass with his bare hand. Surprised, I jerked against the rope and the wall, but couldn't move more than an inch or two. He slapped me a second time, harder, and I grunted in pain. Confused, I didn't know whether this was punishment for my earlier actions (maybe he wanted to tie me up, not have me already tied when he got home?) or if he was just trying something new. He spanked me hard for about a minute, and then began stroking and rubbing my rubber-encased legs and ass. He stroked my pussy outside my panties, and then slowly worked his fingers inside the waistband and pulled them down to just above my knees. He stroking became more and more intense, and the fingers of his other hand enter my cunt, sliding in and out, wriggling inside, teasing my clit outside, getting me wetter and wetter. He took his already wet fingers and poked around my rectum, sliding one finger, then two, then finally three fingers into my asshole. Then he stopped, stepped back, and removed his pants and underwear (I guess, I couldn't really see him). A moment later he was sliding his cock into my cunt, and pumping furiously in and out, bracing himself with his hands around my upper thighs. He slowed, then pulled out of my vagina completely, and I felt his prick pressing against the opening to my rectum. With slow in and out movements, getting a little deeper inside my asshole each time, he managed to insert his cock to its full length. As he paused, I could almost feel the blood pumping through his cock, and my excitement grew. He began stroking in and out again, faster and faster, pumping my ass, fingering and rubbing my clit, until I could stand it no more. I shuddered with orgasmic delight as he continued to pound into me until he too exploded in ecstasy. He remained in me a few moments, and then withdrew, dried us both off, and pulled my panties back up around my waist. I was exhausted and was ready for a well-earned nap. If things went according to our usual routine, Charlie would untie me and we would both lie down and fall into a deep sleep to recover from our exertions. But Charlie had other plans. He patted my behind smartly, and left me bound, bent over and attached to the ceiling by the rope, as he sprawled out on the bed for a nap. His only comment to me was that if I could tie myself, I could free myself! Since the rope that held my wrists to the ceiling was tied to the snap-hooks, if I could unfasten the my wrists, I would also be unhooked from the ceiling. I struggled for quite a while before I managed to get the wrist cuffs in position so that I could reach the snap-hooks and remove them. I knelt down and unhooked my ankles, but there was no way I could unfasten the cuffs at my elbows, so I just walked over to the bed and lying down on my side, fell fast asleep. When I awoke sometime in the early morning hours, Charlie was still snoring softly next to me in bed. I found that my elbows were unfastened, and the elbow cuffs as well as my wrist and ankle cuffs and dog collar had been removed. Charlie must have awakened to see if I was OK. I snuggled up close to him and smiled to myself. I just knew he wouldn't have left me chained up standing there all night!