Samantha had 20 minutes before Dan would be home and she had a plan.

The winch Dan had purchased for suspension bondage play had gotten her into trouble several times, and now she was going to seek out that trouble on purpose. This time it wouldn't be an accident.

Samantha sat on the floor in her crotchless, sheer bodystocking, the one she always used for self bondage. Over her bodystocking she wore a bondage harness, one that swooped around each breast and made them stick out like melons from her chest. A rope ran from the back of this harness to the bondage winch. All she had to do was double tap the button on the remote and she'd be raised by the rope's connection to her back to the ceiling.

But that wasn't the only harness. She also had one around her waist, which had a strap that ran between her legs and pussy lips. This harness only had one purpose, to provide a layer of leather between the rope and her private bits. On its way to her back, the rope came down in front of her and threaded through small ringlets on the leather strap separating her lips. She knew for sure she didn't want a rope burn there.

Next, she crossed her legs into the lotus position, lifting each foot on top of the other thigh until her legs were criss crossed tightly in front of her. She stroked her nylon covered soles and felt her legs, loving how they looked through the sheer nylon.

Around each wrist, ankle, and thigh was a leather bondage cuff waiting to be used, so once her lotus was as tight as she could handle, she locked each foot to the opposite thigh with a small padlock, tossing the keys aside.

Next, she inserted the ring gag that Dan liked so much. The drool started immediately, but she knew it would be worth it.

Now she only had to lock her hands together and start the winch. Then Dan would get home and see her predicament (Oops! I've done it again!) and fuck her silly.

The next part was the hardest. While holding the remote for the winch, she pressed her hands together behind her back. Ensuring they were above the rope, she found the carabiner with her fingers and snapped the wrist cuffs together. She then pushed the hands up her back into a reverse prayer position, although this wasn't strictly necessary. When the rope went tight, they were going to be pulled into a reverse prayer whether she wanted that or not.

Samantha was wet with anticipation. The rope now ran from the winch to the strap between her legs and then up her back to the harness. She rocked back and forth until she could roll onto her side and then her front. She was now on her front with her lotus tied legs flat on the floor.

She double tapped the up button on the remote to start the winch and pushed the remote away from her fingers. It could then drop to the floor, since it wouldn't be needed again until Dan found her.

The rope pulled tight on its connection at her pussy. As the tension increased, the rope started to lift her tied legs from the floor in order to pull her pussy towards the ceiling. She hoped the strap there held tight.

As the rope raised, her lotus was pulled up by the rope until gravity took over and her legs fell backwards towards her back and her head, allowing a straight line of rope from the winch to between her legs to the harness connection on her back. As the rope tugged tight on her back, her wrists were pulled higher by the rope, increasing the tightness of the reverse prayer.

Her knees dropped in front of her head as her lotus positioned legs resisted gravity. This pressed the weight of her legs against the rope which was pressed against the strap which was pressed against her clit. The micro vibrations from the rope on the other side of the strap washed her body in heat and desire, as her knees finally lost contact with the floor as her body was lifted by the rope.

Her body swung and rotated as it was pulled off the floor, each swing applying more pressure on her clit and causing drool to flow from the gag. Her nylon covered legs, locked in a lotus position, were now pressing down on her head. She could just wiggle her fingers and feel her hands trapped tight between her back and the slick nylon.

Samantha was so lost in this pleasure of being fully bound, unable to move her legs, her arms, her hands, feeling the vibrations of the rope against her clit, that she lost track of her place and time and was startled when her legs and mound and clit were pulled tight against the cover of the ceiling winch.

She moaned as her lotus was compressed tight against her back. She was now unable to move her fingers at all, as they were pressed deep into the nylon covering her legs. A flow of drool fell to the floor as the winch increased its pull against this new resistance.

Her bottom most point, her nipples brushed against their nylon covering. Samantha's legs, feet, and mound were compressed flat against the cover on the winch and its vibrations flowed directly into her body, causing her to lose all control.

Samantha's entire body convulsed, not that it could really move at all. She could only shake her head and moan as wave after wave of pleasure convulsed every muscle until the winch gave three beeps as the safety engaged and it turned off.

Samantha was now pulled tight against the ceiling. The only part of her moving were her breasts trying to fall towards the floor. With every rapid breath her nipples rubbed against the nylon, making it hard to come down from her orgasms.

She was just about settled down when the winch suddenly started again, pulling her tighter against the ceiling and pressing her mound into its vibrating cover. Drool poured from the gag as her eyes crossed and her body convulsed again and again.

Just when she felt like she was going pass out from the pleasure, the winch beeped three times and shut down, its safety engaging again.

What was going on? Why did it come back on? As she regained the ability for thought after the orgasm, she tried to think of a reason it had started on its own. That was when she noticed the remote was not on the floor. It must still be on her back, probably pressed tightly between her harness and her buttocks. Was she still pressing a button?

She knew the winch had a safety and this is why it shut down when it was no longer able to take in the rope. Rather than burn up the motor, it beeped three times and stopped. It apparently had a cooling down period and --

The winch came back to life, pulling her body even tighter if that was possible. Her mind melted as the vibrations funneled into her mound and clit, her lotus tied legs, her nylon covered feet. All of body was held tight against those vibrations and they were racking her body with more pleasure each time.

Her body again convulsed and shook with no ability to move. Her breasts swung, rubbing her nipples against their nylon prison. She screamed through the gag as the drool ran out, her orgasm temporarily blacking her out.

It was during this blackout that Samantha could be excused for missing Dan's text saying he was running behind at work and to not stay up for him.

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Dan arrived home well after their normal bed time. Work was becoming a problem, but not something he wanted to think about right now. He was surprised to find all the lights on. Maybe Samantha was still awake?

He couldn't find her and went to the bedroom, but she wasn't in bed. He didn't turn the light on, so he could be excused for missing the compacted body of his wife pressed tightly against the ceiling. He walked back out of the bedroom to continue his search.

As he poured himself a glass in the kitchen, he heard the winch start but he couldn't quite place the sound. It was only when he heard Samantha moan that he knew what it was. Her moans got louder as he moved to the bedroom, and he moved quicker when he heard her scream right before the winch beeped three times and turned off.

He looked up at his wife's nylon clad body compacted against the ceiling. Her breasts hung down, shaking with her heavy breathing, but the rest of her was held tight by the winch. She moaned down to him and he could see the puddle of drool that had soaked the carpet. She must have been up there for a long time.

"You've been busy playing, I see."

But where was the remote? She tried to say something, but it only came out as grunts. She tried to shake and wiggle to communicate to him that it was on her back, but she couldn't move a muscle. She wanted down before the winch started again.

"I'll get the spare". There was a spare?

Samantha felt the pressure release for the first time in hours as the winch lowered her. Her lotus was still pressed tight against her back, gravity being what it is, but at least the pressure wasn't severe.

Dan lowered her until she was staring at his hard on. He looked down at her feet, locked to each silky nylon encased thigh, in the lotus position. He realized, that from this angle, all he could see of her were her legs tied tight to each other. He started rotating her body, enjoying the feel of her legs slipping past his hands. He was mesmerized by the rope seemingly disappearing into her pussy as her lips rotated around and around the rope.

This became too much. Samantha grunted as he stopped her rotation and pushed himself through the ring gag, swinging her back on the rope. Gravity being what it is swung her back towards him and drove him deeper into her gag. He grabbed her nylon feet, enjoying the feel of them as he gave a push and then a pull and a push and a pull and a push and a pull and... and you know what happens next.