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If I try to lean back in the chair and relax,nthe clothespins tug all the more painfully on my nipples. I am nowncompelled to sit as far forward in the chair as I can, with my legs spreadnand feet bound to the chair legs, barely touching the floor, leaningnforward with my tits displayed for all the world to see. I am glad hendoesn\'t choose to spank me at all on the porch because I doubt I couldnkeep from screaming.nnBut my nipples are in serious pain from the constant tugging of thenclothespins, and I am finding it hard to balance my body and keep itntilted forward. He walks down to the street in front of his house to seenhow visible I am if someone should walk or drive by. My panting andnsilent moans from the pain are so loud in my own mind, and I\'m sondistracted by the pain and my predicament, that I don\'t hear him return.nSuddenly he is kissing me on the mouth. I grab for him with my lips andntongue, and his mouth tastes sweeter than ever before and I can\'t getnenough of him. But he pulls away too soon and I am left there with mynmouth searching for his to no avail, and I whimper a bit.nnI can feel him standing in front of me, and I even think he is leaningnagainst the rail, just silently watching me writhe and whimper in pain.
complete control15
He then goes back into the house and leaves me out there naked and boundnto the chair on his front porch. It seems like a lifetime that I am outnthere alone (he later tells me it was only a couple of minutes), and Incan hear every little sound. I hear cars passing on the next street, andnmy heart jumps each time because I think they might be coming this way.nI want him back desperately, but I'm afraid to call for him because thenneighbors might hear.nnEventually he comes back and blindfolds me again. He then puts thenclothespins on my already sore nipples, and I try to stifle my yelp fromnthe pain so the neighbors won't hear. Unbelievably, he decides to gonback into the house once again. It's much worse this time since I'm nownblindfolded and have no idea who might be watching or approaching menwhile I'm tied up out there. He stays inside for what again seems likenan eternity, and I'm very relieved when he finally returns.nnBut, he doesn't make things any easier on me. He then tells me to leannforward, which I do, and he ties the string between the clothespins tonthe porch rail with more string and a rubber band, like he'd donenpreviously to the ceiling.
complete control14
After I've sipped a bit of water, he tells me he intends to put me
through some outdoor bondage on his front porch. While it is already
past midnight, I am totally scared of being seen or discovered in a
state of naked bondage, but I follow his command because I no longer
even care to question it. His house is on a cul-de-sac in a very quiet
neighborhood, and he's told me previously that his immediate neighbors
are early-nighters, but if a car were to turn onto the street or a
neighbor were to look outside, I am convinced they could see everything.
Still, I am also excited by the prospect of being naked and tied out in
the open.
He leads me out to the front porch. A streetlight offers us enough light
to see what we're doing, but not enough to make us obvious to a casual
observer. He tells me to sit in one of the lounge chairs and secures my
wrist cuffs together behind the back of the chair. He then ties my
ankles to the sides of the chair legs so that my legs are spread open.
He doesn't blindfolded me at this point, and I think this is so I fully
realize that I'm naked, tied, and helpless out in the open, and that it
might be possible for someone to see me should they step out of their
house or drive down the street.
complete control13
I had read that removing the
clothespins from the nipples hurts tremendously, but am still surprised
at how much it hurts. He gently massages my nipples a bit and then
releases my arms and legs from their restraints and removes the
blindfold. He tells me that I should use this opportunity to take a
bathroom break. I tell him I do not need to go, but he strongly urges me
to take advantage of the offer because I will not be given another break
for awhile.
I head off to the bathroom, and immediately sink onto the toilet from
physical and emotional fatigue. I take a couple of minutes to regain my
resolve and strength and am amazed at how he knew better than I how
badly I needed this break. As I turn to leave the bathroom I take a look
at myself in the mirror. My tits are so tightly bound and red from the
floggings, and my nipples swollen and dark from the clothespins and
torment. There are red marks on my thighs and stomach from the floggings
as well, and my face is flushed from the excitement.I am happy with the
way I look in bondage and enjoy knowing he has made me this way. I feel
incredibly free and liberated by my submission, and I return to give
myself over again to his will. When I return to the living room, he
gives me a cup of water to drink from.
complete controle12
This
particular gag is really too big for me, and its narrow leather strap
cuts into the corners of my mouth. I feel a clear sense of failure,
though I know it is not my fault, but I want to remain gagged because I
know it pleased him so much. He promises me that next time he'll have
the problem fixed and that I'll remain gagged far longer. He removes the
"safeword thing" from my hand.
Eventually my legs start to shake from fatigue since I have been on my
toes now for a very long time. He asks me if I am tiring and I hesitate
to say I am. I promised myself two things when we decided to enter into
the world of bondage -- one was that I wouldn't use the safeword unless
I feared real bodily harm was imminent, and the other was that I was not
going to be one of those subs who tops from the bottom. I do not want to
tell him I am tiring because I do not want him to release me until he
wants to. I want him to be in complete control.
Finally, when my legs have reached the point where they are shaking
almost incessantly from fatigue, he releases me from the ceiling and
takes the clothespins off my breasts.
Complete control11
He comes back and places a small item in
one of my hands. He explains that with the gag in place, I\'ll be unable
to use the safeword, so if I need to say the safeword while gagged, I
can give the safeword signal by dropping the item he put in my hand. I
agree.
Then he puts the gag in my mouth. It tastes horrible, but that bothers
me less than the fact that it forces my mouth extremely wide open, while
filling it up so much that I cannot even think about uttering a word. I
am quite a talker, and this inability to speak proves very difficult for
me. But I am happy that it prevents me from talking and bothering him.
He continues torturing me with the cat, the crop, and the pinwheel.
I am still on my tip-toes and my legs are tiring. My heels begin to
drop, but the instant pulling on my nipples forces me right back up, and
I can\'t even yell because of the gag. At one point he starts asking me
questions, which I obviously cannot answer, but when I don\'t answer he
starts spanking me harder and harder for my failure to respond, and I am
panting and choking on the ball in my mouth.
Finally he removes the gag because he can tell it is too much.
Complete control10
I once again do not know what's causing this newnpainful sensation, but later learn he's using a pinwheel on me. As itngets to my tits I again cannot refrain from moaning and panting from thencombination of excitement and pain. And then there are more clothespinsnclamped on my breasts so that it is now impossible to tell where thenpain is coming from because it is coming from everywhere.nnThroughout the activities I have been a bit talkative, asking questionsnabout what he is doing to me, since I am blindfolded. He has begun tontire of my questions and decides that it is time to test out a gag. Thisnis something I had told him frightened me, yet by this point I amnlooking forward to it because I want him to forcibly stop my chatteringnso that I will not be bothering him. It is at this point I realize thatnhe has truly "Mastered" me, and that my needs and fears have becomensecondary in my mind to pleasing him. I want to be able to withstand allnof his torture and pain because I want him to be proud of me, and morenimportantly I want him not only to be my Dom, but also the Master of mynbody. I want him to feel that he can do anything he wants with me and mynbody and know that I will please him.nnI think he is a bit surprised that I do not object to the gag, and hengoes to get a rubber ball gag.
Complete control9
He starts lightly on my thighs, and the strokesnquickly get stronger and harder, moving quickly over my body. I am innsuch incredible pain, and I can hardly believe he is actually doing thisnto me. And, the clothespins are still relentlessly tugging on mynnipples. Once in a while, he plucks at the string.nnHe then steps away for a moment. When he returns, I strain to hear anynclue as to what will happen next. I don\'t have to wait too long. He hasnretrieved a riding crop and begins applying it to my abdomen and thighs.nIt stings! I wonder what is causing such a new and different pain, and Inask him what this latest tool of torture is, but he refuses to answernand scolds me for talking so much. He even crops the undersides of myntits, and they are so tightly bound and tortured from the clothespinsnthat every stroke takes my breath away and I can hardly catch my breathnbetween strokes. I ask him if my tits and body are red and marked fromnthe cat and the crop, and he tells me they are, and I am proud to knownthat he has marked me with these painful blows. He sits down on thenfloor in front of me and continues applying the crop, concentrating onnmy poor titties.nnHe finally stops the spanking and cropping. But soon there is ansensation of pins and needles running across my thighs, stomach andnultimately my tits.
Complete control8
Due to the blindfold, I'm not aware of how he's arranged this tug on mynnipples. I'm still up on my tip-toes, but the intensity of the pain isnoverwhelming. The pain distracts me from his instructions to stand up onnmy toes, and I begin to drop my heels -- when I do, the pain increasesn100-fold, it seems. I yelp and rise back up on my tip-toes as high as Incan. I ask him what's causing this, but he just let's me suffer. Henresponds that maybe I should try to stay up on my toes.nnI try to focus on what's happening and to understand what he means, butnit takes a few moments, perhaps minutes, before the pain subsides enoughnfor me to understand what he has done to me. He has attached my nipplesnto the ceiling with the string and rubber band so that if I stay on myntoes, the tension on the clothespins is only moderate, but if I drop mynheels, the tension is heightened and the pain increases. Since I'mnblindfolded, I still don't know just how he's done it, but I do know thenpain drastically increases if I drop my heels toward the floor.nnThis is a difficult spot to be in, and I wonder how long my legs cannhold out. As if I'm not in enough pain at this point, he decides thatnnow is the time for some further punishment. He takes the cat and startsnspanking me again.
Complete control7
Suddenly
though, he clamps something onto each nipple and the pain is
unbelievable. It feels like they are on fire, and the pain is radiating
throughout my nipples. Just as it begins to subside a bit, the pain
intensifies.
"Are you tightening them?" I ask, and he just chuckles. I later realize
he's chuckling because he found it amusing that I had no idea what he
had used to torture my nipples or what was causing the additional pain.
He was using wooden clothespins on my nipples. What made the pain
increase was the fact that a string was tied between the clothespins and
he was pulling on the string.
I then hear what sounds like a chair or something being placed in front
of me. I wonder what he could be doing with the chair. He tells me to
stand up on my tip-toes as high as I can, which I do, and after a second
or two I feel a stronger tugging at my nipples. He has attached a second
string to the string between the clothespins and has pulled it toward
the ceiling where he uses a strong rubber band to attach it to the
ceiling with a push-pin. The string and the rubber band keep a constant
tension on the clothespins and make them tug relentlessly at my nipples.
He plucks at the string and it makes the clothespins jump, causing them
to pull my nipples back and forth. I can't tell what is happening, but
it feels like my nipples are vibrating and being painfully pulled at the
same time.
Complete control6
The spankin don't last too long, and he has now decided to
hog-tie me. He is using more rope to tie my ankles together and then
fold them up to my ass and tie them to the rope between my elbows. I
really like the way this feels when he completes the hog-tie -- I am
totally immobilized and at his mercy. I am really feeling more and more
submissive to him by the minute. Unfortunately the elbow ropes soon
begin to cut off circulation in my arms, so he unties them and releases
me from the hog-tie. I am saddened by this, but little do I know what
else he has in store for me.
He frees my wrists and ankles, but keeps the cuffs on my wrists. He
tells me to move over to the door to his office, adjacent to the living
room. He steps away and comes back with a hook that he places over the
rim of the door before closing the door. He tells me to stand with my
back against the door, facing the living room, with my arms over my
head. I do so and he quickly ties my wrist cuffs to the hook so that my
arms are now secured near the top of the door. As he does this, I feel
my tits jut out even more, and there is no way for me to prevent my huge
swollen tits, the size of which has always embarrassed me, from sticking
straight out into the air. He then ties my ankles together once more.
Then he blindfolds me. Now I am increasingly apprehensive and entirely
at his mercy.
He moves away for a moment and it sounds like he\'s going back to the
toolbox. I cannot see a thing and can only wonder what he\'s planning
next. He doesn\'t make me wait too long, and he is back in front of me,
touching my tits. His hands move toward my nipples. The bondage has made
them even more sensitive, and I am really enjoying his touch.
Complete control5
Suddenly he starts to chastise me for one of my most recentn\\\"transgressions\\\" and starts to spank my ass as punishment. Everything upnto this point has felt more like preparation, but suddenly he isnseriously treating me as his sub and I am immediately incrediblynhumiliated. I turn to look at him, but he is continuing his spanking,nwith his bare hand, and will not catch my glance. I am so embarrassednthat I try to put my head under my arm to hide my face, but my arm is,nof course, tied behind my back. So I settle for my shoulder.nnThen suddenly it\\\'s not his hand that is spanking me, but there is thisn\\\"whoosh\\\" and a much harder thwat on my ass. I turn to see what it is,nand I see a cat-o-nine-tails. Now the humiliation is increased tenfold,nand there is a rising level of pain as I wonder if I can bear thenembarrassment of him continuing to spank my ass.nnHe continues for a while, moving between my ass and upper thighs, and Incan feel the heat rush to my ass and legs as they turn red from thenspanking. I wonder if he knows that he is fulfilling one of my deepestnand most humiliating fantasies. I have always wanted serious assnspankings, and as painful and humiliating as it is, I am enjoying everynsingle painful moment.
Complete control4
He locks leather cuffs on my wrists with tiny padlocks. He then tells me
to put my hands behind my back, which I, of course, do. He secures my
wrists cuffs together and tells me to kneel. He then informs me of my
safewords: "yellow" to mean he should ease up on whatever he's doing at
that moment, and "red" to mean everything should stop. I let him know I
understand the safewords, but I force from my mind the thought that I
might actually use them.
He then goes about tying my elbows together with another length of rope.
My elbows are having a hard time meeting, and that takes him a while to
work on, but the constant "whish"ing of the rope as he's manipulating my
arms and the feeling of the rope itself keeps my excitement level
elevated.
After tying my elbows close together, he tells me to lie on the floor,
face down. I try to do that, but with my hands and elbows tied behind my
back, I have no way to brace myself, and I am having difficulty lying
down. He decides to expedite the process, grabs the ropes wrapped around
my chest behind my back, and pushes me forward. But, because I don't
know he's got ahold of me and intends to keep me from falling, I
initially resist his efforts to lower me down because I still feel like
I'll fall. He releases his grip at about the same time I end my
resistance to his pushing, and I end up falling straight onto the floor.
He tells me he had meant to keep that from happening, but I actually
like that he was so forceful and I was so helpless.
Complete control3
He tells me to follow him to the living room, which I do. He then tells
me to strip. I stand in the corner of the room undressing and leave my
clothes on the floor beside me. Now I'm completely naked (in more ways
than one?). He has moved to the fireplace and is retrieving a toolbox
that was behind a chair there. He has opened up the toolbox and is
taking things out, and I am too anxious to even notice what everything
is. He tells me to come closer, which I do, and I attempt to smile at
him, but he is totally focused on this really long piece of rope that he
wants to use on me. He tells me to put my arms in the air and he starts
to wind the rope around my chest, underneath my tits.
As he winds the rope around and around, I can hear a "whish" as it moves
through the air, and he is tightly winding around my chest two or three
times and then moves to the top of my tits, winding it around the top a
number of times too. The rope is nylon and I am extremely turned on by
the feel of the tight bondage and the sound of the rope moving around my
body.
He then takes the ends of the rope and cinches them around the loops
inbetween my tits, then directs them over my shoulders, tying the ends to
the loops behind my back. He then cinches the bottom rope and top rope
together on the outer sides of my tits, compelled my tits even closer
together and making them incredibly sensitive to the touch. As he turns
me around to check the back, I catch a glance of myself in the mirror
and can see that the rope is compelling my tits to protrude, making my
already large tits seem even larger, and they are already swelling from
the bondage. I am excited by how he has compelled my tits to take the shape
that he wants, ready to be used and tortured at his will.
Complete control2
We decide this will be the weekend for our bondage experiment. He goes
to work on Friday leaving me the whole day to wonder and worry about
what the evening will hold for me. I know he has acquired the toys and
torture tools he plans on using, and they must be around the house
somewhere by this time, but he has been adamant that he doesn't want me
knowing what his plans for me are, and I agree with his rationale. I've
been careful over the past few days not to look for the toys or even
come across them by mistake for fear of ruining his plans.
He has always been the gentlest and sweetest person to me, but while
talking about my submission to him and how he plans to dominate me, he
has actually begun to be quite the disciplinarian. He has already
promised me punishments for certain "transgressions" I've committed. His
promise to "mess with" my tits is particularly intriguing. I don't know
what he has in mind for the punishments, but while part of me is looking
forward to it, the other part of me is a bit fearful, and I want to
avoid adding reasons for punishment to his list.
Evening finally comes and we return from work, but he is in a bad mood
and has had a bad day. We have dinner, but he then tells me he's too
tired for our bondage games tonight and wants to go to bed. I cannot
believe he is saying that -- surely he must be joking. Is this more of
his mind domination, or is he really serious? Evidently he is serious
because he gets up and heads toward the bedroom, and I just want to cry.
I follow him into the bedroom, all the while trying to figure out what I
have done wrong to make him decide to forgo our bondage session.
Luckily, after about 10 minutes in bed, he tells me he's now ready to
test out tying me up. My heart begins to race again. I wonder if I will
be sorry for hoping he would change his mind.
Complete control
It's late at night and we are in bed talking about our latest sexual
activities. It's early in our relationship and we are still discovering
each other's preferences.
We talk about how I like my nipples sucked. I tell him that I like
pretty severe sucking, to the point of using teeth to pull and nibble on
them, and that he is the first person who has ever been able to
understand how good it feels to have them stimulated so strongly. He
responds maybe that's because most men believe that would hurt instead
of please the woman, and I respond with, "Maybe that's true, but
sometimes pain can be a good thing." He mulls that over, and I can't
actually believe I just put it that bluntly, but we both kind of ignore
the significance of the statement and go on to other things.
We eventually get into another discussion where the "B" word finally
comes up, and we both admit to each other that we have fantasized about
bondage. We talk about experimenting, and the next couple of weeks are
filled with conversations and anticipation about our impending journey
into bondage. We decide that I am to be the submissive. I don't have
much in the way of dominant tendencies -- I have always been submissive
in my bondage fantasies. Even though he is interested in both the
dominant and submissive roles, I am clearly more the submissive.
Mistress of bondage8
Yvette produced a bottle of fine champagne and proffered it to Terry
who glanced at her brunette friend. Yvette said she would also have some
wine once Terry had drunk her fill. They were to share this rare,
vintage in celebration of their coming debut. Once Terry had drained the
glass, Yvette poured another for her and put it to her lips. After the
third glass, Yvette bound her legs and gagged her as well.
As Yvette moved toward Sue, Helga's voice called from down the hall
and the maid left the room. Sue sighed rather impatiently and began
looking around the room. Terry, however, was sinking into fantasy as the
champagne and her own suppressed desires grabbed hold of her. Her eyes
roamed and inspected Sue's nude, fettered body and cursed herself for not
having taken advantage of it the night before. All through their high
school years, she had longed to kiss her friend meaningfully, right on
the lips, but had feared rejection.
At that moment, Terry wanted to ravage Sue's body and to hell with
rejection. She would cut through the protestations by binding the lovely
brunette's arms tightly with rope and gagging her with tape and cloth and
whatever else was necessary to keep her from saying no. Her hands
tingled inside the glove.
Mistress of bondage7
"Why thank you Miss McArdle!" said Helga cheerfully as she entered
the room. Her lovely smile was always captivating and Terry was pleased
to see her. She was wearing a fetching blue leotard and Terry remarked
to herself that it was the first time she had seen her with her breasts
covered. She had brought their evening clothes and set them on the bed
as Sue emerged from the bathroom drying herself with a towel. Sue
mentioned that they had found most of their things, but had not seen
anything of the clothes they had brought with them.
"Well, Miss Hart, I'm afraid we've stored them elsewhere in the
castle," Helga replied. "The Mistress will dictate your wardrobe for the
time you both are here." Sue raised her eyebrows. "It's all part of the
atmosphere. You and Miss McArdle, though well-paid, are truly in slavery
here."
By this time, Terry was holding an ice-blue evening gown against her
body and gushing with excitement. Sue inspected some of the lingerie
Helga had brought and both girls glanced up as Yvette reentered with two
very long tubes made of black leather and sporting several straps and
pieces of rawhide lacing.
The girls demurred and dutifully allowed Helga and Yvette to lace
their arms tightly behind them in the shiny leather single gloves. Then,
they were "dressed" in stockings, cut little ribbon garters and high
heels. Finally, after applying make-up to their faces and fixing their
hair, the maid and the cook led them down to a comfortably furnished
sitting room. Once they were seated, Sue was bound at the ankles and
knees and a ballgag was forced into her mouth.
Mistress of Bondage6
Having ended her story, Lady Miranda did a very surprising thing.
She released Terry and Sue from all their bindings and gags and bid them
to lay down on the bed. She said that they had earned a good rest and
that nobody would disturb them since they needed to be fresh and cheerful
for the party the following evening.
They climbed under the covers quickly, and once Lady Miranda left,
they talked at length. They had kept silent for almost three days
straight.
"Sue, I'm so glad you're here with me. I was so scared when Niko
came out of the maze."
"They're not going to harm us, Duchess," said Sue. "And though
money doesn't mean much to you, ten thousand pounds is more money than
I've ever had at one time in my life. We can pay for the damned car
without bothering your father and go home with a nest egg." Sue began to
yawn as the tremendous strain of the past few days caught up with her.
They continued talking until sheer exhaustion overcame them and they
drifted off to sleep. It was just as well, for Terry might not have been
able to resist Sue's naked body had she an ounce of strength left. They
slept deeply and comfortably and Lady Miranda was true to her word. They
were not disturbed.
They woke some time in the middle of the following afternoon and
were fed in the room. Terry was sitting naked at the vanity when Yvette
came to take the trays and she asked the maid to tell the cook that the
meal was delicious.
Mistress of bondage5
"He told us not to harm them or use them," Tremayne said mockingly
to his crew, "but he didn't say we couldn't look at them." Ferra and
Jasmine hung their heads and sobbed violently as the crew stood around
them and leered at them, their chins dripping with lust. The ship set
sail for Britain shortly thereafter.
Lady Anne was no more generous to the stolen princesses than Trmayne
when they reached Castle Thorne. One look at their supple hips and their
firm globular breasts and she knew that this tale of ransom must be the
purest lie. She kept them chained and gagged in the dungeon at all times
and mistreated them cruelly whenever it pleased her to do so. She
tortured them with various punishment devices and kept them from sleep
for days at a time. They were fed from the bowls of animals and even
then only when the animals had eaten their fill. Within a few months,
they perished from Lady Anne's vicious maltreatment.
Sir Jeffrey was told, when he returned the following year, that they
had died of the plague. The news broke his heart, for he had truly
fallen in love with them, or at least their memory, and had longed for
them and dreamed of them through his travels. Lady Anne laughed
inwardly, as outwardly she at least bereaved the loss of the hostages and
the ransom they would have brought.
"Legend has it that Sir Jeffrey still roams the castle at night;
searching for his lost arabian princesses. We don't, of course, believe
in ghosts, do we girls?" asked Lady Miranda. Terry and Sue shook their
heads dutifully. "But we do believe in money. That's where you two come
into the picture. As tour guides, and as demonstrators of the bondage
equipment, you will play the parts of the princesses. You will be Ferra
and Jasmine for whom Sir Jeffrey pines away."
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