The Frustration Factor · Part 1

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Meter Level One – Establishing A Base Line!

As far as I was concerned she was a pseudo submissive. She played at being a sub’, and probably was to an extent, but only when she was calling the shots. I figured her out within the first couple of play sessions we did and knew she was constantly guiding the scene to her own advantage and topping me from the bottom.

I was too much of a professional not to be a little disgusted with myself that I continued to allow her to get away with her games but, let’s be honest, Amanda was very well off so I bided my time. Once I understood what she was doing I played along with her, until a few very healthy fees plus substantial bonuses were deposited in my bank, before deciding it was time to bring Amanda into the realm of my reality.

Mentally gritting my teeth I allowed things to continue for those few weeks with her getting off multiple times, never less than two or three, every session and me not even getting close to approaching my Domme space let alone getting any sexual satisfaction from the process. Then when a suitable opportunity presented itself that I could not ignore I made my move.

Amanda was now hooked on the fact that I knew her likes and dislikes so well I could bring her off those several times in a session. Sure, I knew she almost made it a hobby to screw any stud she ran across and liked the look of and, in fact, after our first couple of sessions, when I realized just how promiscuous she was, I told her to stay away until she could bring me a doctor’s report showing a clean bill of health and no STD’s.

She stayed away in an injured huff for two weeks but then phoned for an appointment and brought a copy of her checkup report. She couldn’t stay away because I was the one who knew all the delicate nuances that turned her on and could play her body like a violin. As a professional Domme, and a practicing lesbian, they were almost second nature to me. The ‘slam bam thank you ma'am’ quickies Amanda constantly tried with the male studs and any female with dollar signs in their eyes just couldn’t compete. So she turned to me, cash in hand, when she needed my expertise to get to that magical zone called satisfaction.

Gradually I dropped hints suggesting we needed an extended time period to really find out what we could do together and, just as gradually, she started to come around to the idea.

Finally, as I kept her hanging on the edge for about the third time, towards the end of a play period, she told me the plan she had worked out. Amanda would let all her friends and acquaintances (there was no family) know she was going away for two months to the Greek islands. The idea was that she would not even be answering her cell phone because she needed to get away and just relax and plan where she was going with her life.

Call it a sort of an introspection and meditation time out from life. Of course, anyone who knew her would automatically assume she had a new stud she wanted to keep to herself while she wore him out. I let her get off with another massive orgasm and tried to hide the grin on my face.

A few days later her private jet left the local airport and flew to the small Greek island supposedly with her on board; then it left on route to a French airport’s maintenance hanger for a complete overhaul.

UPS delivered several large boxes to my house the same day. Her Ladyship needed her wardrobe and the finer things in life. Later that morning Amanda arrived in a taxi after taking a roundabout route to my country estate. After pressing the button to open the security gate I watched as she paid off the cabbie.

Yet again she was trying to pull my strings by wearing a jogging suit, an expensive designer one to be sure, and tennis shoes with her blonde hair hidden under a soft cap. She knew how much I hated such casual clothes when we were supposedly Domme and submissive. They seriously lacked showing me the respect I deserved.

This time though I had anticipated the ploy and was one up on her by wearing my own comfortable sweat suit. My hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and I wore very little makeup; hardly Domme mode clothing.

I led her through the house to the room she was so familiar with but then kept going towards the far wall and the ubiquitous bookcase (isn’t it always behind a bookcase?) and opened the hidden door to my real dungeon.

“Since we are going to have so much time together Amanda I thought we should introduce you to my private workplace.”

“Why haven’t I been in here before? I pay you enough and yet you’ve been holding out on me. Look at all the equipment you have; is that a real set of stocks?”

“You haven’t been here before because you weren’t ready to enjoy my special toys Amanda, but we have months now to explore your limits.”

Still trying to top from the bottom she walked over to the table holding my stocks and grinned back at me as she said: “Are these real? Would you let me try them and maybe you could tickle my feet? Then when I’ve had enough I could just ask you nicely to stop.” Her whole manner suggested an innocent that did not understand what was going on, beyond a simple game. A game she thought she understood and even controlled.

What was it the spider said to the fly? Oh yes come into my parlor!

The stocks looked simple but in fact had several special features that I would use to start teaching her some very well deserved lessons. In the first place, unlike the usual stand up stocks configuration with the wrists held on either side of the head by a hinged top piece, mine held the ‘victim’ seated with their ankles to the outside of their wrists.

It was also made from a single piece of one and a half inch wood that was three feet long and fifteen inches deep. Four V shaped wedges had been cut down from the top and, at the bottom of the V’s, openings had been carved out and padded to fit ankles and wrists. The points of the wedges were shaped and padded to fit down on top of the limbs and could be locked in place individually.

The stocks were held in position at one end of the platform or table by adjustable brackets and the legs of the table itself were locked in place with special floor clamps. Around the entire perimeter of the padded surface were metal anchor rings set in every three inches.

“Well, you still have to unpack your luggage and get things arranged in the guest room I’ve prepared for you but maybe we could take just a few minutes to let you try them.”

I could hardly contain my smile and hold on to a semblance of the Domme face she was so used to seeing.

“Climb up on the table and we will see how things go.”

The rubber padded table the stocks were mounted on was about three feet high and almost seven feet long. Amanda quickly climbed on to it and settled her ankles into the two half moon shaped spaces that were roughly twenty four inches apart. Then she rested back on her hands and watched as I fitted the wooden wedges in place over each ankle and the used side locks to hold them in place.

“Let’s have some fun Amanda, how long is it since your latest roll in the hay?”

She looked down for a moment then back to me and said “Three days ago but he wasn’t very good and left me so horny I haven’t slept much. Even my vibrator didn’t help.”

“Well then just lay back and I’ll see what I can do to ease your situation.”

As soon as she was flat on the table I used a couple of straps to clamp each wrist to the sides and another across her throat so that she instantly became completely helpless.

Standing beside the table on her right side I pulled the cap off her head releasing her shoulder length hair then I leaned down to bring my lips to her mouth. As we kissed my right hand found the tab of the zipper closing her designer top, pulled down on it and then peeled the soft fabric towards the sides of her chest. At twenty eight she had a magnificent body, almost perfectly proportioned for her height of five foot seven.

The kisses got even more intense with our tongues probing each other’s mouth. Using both hands I had no trouble releasing the front closure of her dainty bra then pulling the cups out of the way. Without stopping the lip lock I used thumbs and forefingers to pinch and tease her nipples getting an immediate reaction.

There was a low moan coming from her throat as I straightened up and moved away from the table. Quickly I rolled a small table to a spot behind her head where I could see the three small screens on the equipment it held. Taking three small items off the table I re-engaged the lip lock before she started to complain. Gently I pressed one of the items against her chest between her breasts; it was less than one inch square and very thin. Another one went just beside it and then, by feel, I reached over and stuck the last one to the inside of her left wrist just above the strap holding it against the table.

From a small shelf under the platform I took a tight latex glove, pulled it onto my right hand then slid it under the waistband of her suit and inside her panties to let my fingers find her love nub and the opening below it. Even through the latex it was easy to tell she was already wet and, as I manipulated my fingers, her body arched as much as it could to push against them.

Amanda’s eyes were closed and I glanced past her head to see the needles moving on the screens and three narrow ribbons of paper quietly rolling out of slots under each screen. That showed me the micro chip transmitters I had stuck on her were working just fine and I concentrated on bringing the girl up to the point were she was ready to explode.

Covering her mouth with mine I got my tongue working again in her mouth, my left hand caressing then squeezing her breasts and pinching at her nipples and the gloved right hand finding every sensitive spot in her vagina. It took less than five minutes before I judged she was ready and I pushed three latex covered fingers deep inside her and worked my thumb against her clitoris. At the same instant I moved my mouth down to her left breast and took the turgid nipple between my teeth while my left hand clamped on the right one.

Over she went; the scream seemed to come from her knees it was so full of emotion, every muscle went rigid and then Amanda’s entire body went limp. As her breathing began to settle I released the straps holding her wrists.

Sliding my arm under her shoulders I told the silly bitch to sit up and, taking her right hand, pulled it forwards so I could fit her right wrist in a smaller slot at the middle of the stocks then slide another wedge down to lock it in place. The left wrist received similar treatment and she was helpless again with her hands held separately in their rubber padded clamps but almost touching palm to palm.

Instead of the usual unwieldy single top bar my stocks locked in each limb separately, which made them much easier to handle.

Amanda was still breathing heavily but looked a bit surprised when I took some thin cord and knotted it around the bases of her forefingers and then took a couple more turns around her thumbs before wrapping the rest tightly around her wrists and tying it off. There was no way she could have pulled her ankles out of the stocks but with the wrists there was always a possibility of them sliding out no matter how tight the clamp was; the cord was just insurance.

“Now you think about what just happened while I go and change into something much more suitable for the occasion.”

She looked at me blankly then pulled uselessly at her limbs locked in the stocks and started to say something but I was already out the door.

Amanda was not gagged so I was not worried about leaving her alone while I took my time to shower, do my hair and get dressed in one of my favorite outfits.

Her eyes widened as I opened the door and stood there for a moment so she could get the full effect. The supple black leather cat suit moulded snugly to my body from neck to wrists and down to my ankles underneath the knee high laced boots with four inch stiletto heels.

The make up was almost exotic and my hair pulled to one side so it flowed over my left shoulder almost to the three inch belt buckled tightly around my waist. Hanging from the belt were, on one side, my favorite flogger and the other a riding crop. Tucked in the belt was a pair of long black leather gloves.

Meter Level Two.

“Ooooh look, the full Mistress outfit, am I supposed to be scared of you now?”

She giggled! She actually giggled the stupid girl.

I didn’t answer her as I walked over to the stock platform and she seemed to relax as I unlaced and pulled off the expensive tennis shoe from her right foot followed by the white sock with pink trim. Running a fingernail up the sole of her foot made the toes curl and got another giggle so I kept her happy and did the same to her left foot.

I had Amanda exactly as planned but still kept up the façade as I stroked the hair back from her face and leaned over to give her another tongue probing kiss. Her mouth opened for me and, as it did, I jerked back on the handful of hair in my left hand and jammed the large, hard rubber, gag between her teeth with my right.

No more Ms Nice, games were over and it was time to play by my rules. Welcome to my reality you silly bitch.

A nice wide piece of tape over her lips completed the initial process and the shocked look in her eyes told me I had her wondering what was going on. This extended visit with me definitely hadn’t started out the way she had expected.

A drawer in a large dresser against the wall produced a pair of surgical scissors. I slid the flat tongue under the wrist band of her designer track suit and proceeded to cut the top of it off. That done I moved down to her right ankle to repeat the process with the lower half.

Two more snips and the already open bra came off leaving her with just her panties. Since she was sitting in them they took at least ten seconds longer to peel off and little Miss Rich Tease was naked.

“Let me explain a few things my dear Amanda.” I poked her in the chest with a finger on one of the patches stuck between her breasts. “That is a micro chip transmitter the same as the one on your wrist. While you were enjoying that lovely orgasm they were charting your heartbeat, respiration and pulse. It is very similar to the way they take polygraph readings. Lie detectors also record the blood pressure and skin conductivity but I didn’t need to bother with those; an added bonus is these new age electrodes don’t need wires to transmit the signals.”

“I now have a recorded base line to show me exactly what the readings were as you were building towards it and then when you actually had the climax. I hope you remember what that little game we just played felt like because it is the last time you’re going to reach that level until I decide differently.”

“In other words, over the next little while, you are going to become just about the most frustrated young lady in the country as I constantly bring you to just below those readings and then let you hang.”

“You tried to top me from the bottom which was your first mistake, your second was walking through that door and placing yourself in my control for two months. I have some beautiful bondage equipment to try out on you, so don’t even hope that you will be able to bring relief to yourself.”

I reached out and gripped her nipples between my thumbs and fingers then twisted in opposite directions until I got a throaty squeal from behind the gag.

“Let’s get started then shall we Amanda?

Meter Level Three!

I wasn’t sure whether Amanda began to have a minor temper tantrum or a mild case of hysterics. Squeals came from her throat as she violently started shaking her head from side to side and jerking her arms and legs in a futile effort to find some slack in the hard rubber clamps of the stocks.

When that didn’t have any affect she tried rubbing the side of her face against the inside of her right arm to get the tape off her mouth. I decided to put a stop to that very easily by grabbing a handful of her hair then gathering it at the top of her head and snapping on a scrunchy to hold it up in a ponytail. That done I again visited the dresser for a number of items including a leather gag strap that I settled over the tape covering her mouth then buckled tightly at the back of her head.

She slowly settled down and watched with wide eyes as I attached two double clamps to the top of the stocks, one over each of the wedges holding her ankles. That done I untied the cord holding her hands and wrists together but left it wrapped around her left wrist and tied it off again to a ring bolt screwed in the wood near the back of that hand.

Removing the wedge to release her right wrist I kept it in a firm grip and pulled it over to the top right side clamps. Siding her arm under the rubber covered metal bands I continued to pull at it until her body twisted enough for me to tighten the padded clamps just above and below her elbow. There was enough play in the ankle stocks to allow her legs to bend at the knees as her body was pulled forwards.

Now Amanda’s right hand and forearm stuck straight out from the top of the stocks and I could work on it leisurely. Moving a small table and a high backed stool in position I made myself comfortable and looked up to see tears glistening at the side of Amanda’s eyes. She knew her money was no use to her now and the games were over.

The first things to go were those long French tipped fingernails. Her arm was locked in the palm up position and I took my time, starting with the little finger, clipping the nails down to fingertip level and then filing off the sharp edges. What I had in mind for her hands would not fit with those talons still sticking out.

I dusted her hand with baby powder.

“Now Amanda I’m going to hold this glove open and you have two choices. First, hold your fingers straight so I can fit it on your hand or, second, don’t co-operate in which case I will just hold your nose until you pass out and put it on while you’re unconscious. Now what’s it to be?

She lifted her head and turned it slightly to look at me over the top of her right arm. I held her eyes with mine and slowly the fingers of her hand uncurled.

The clear latex glove slid on up to her wrist and I spent a moment to work it tightly over each finger and get rid of a few air bubbles. I could have done without the glove but, if I did what I was going to do on her bare skin, then the residue from the tape would take work to get off. Long term the tape might also cause a skin irritation or rash that I didn’t want to have to deal with. So, being basically lazy, I elected to use the throw away glove.

I pulled a few inches out of the roll of duct tape and then pushed her thumb across her palm and ran a couple of turns of the tape over it and around her hand. Then I forced her fingers over the thumb and into a fist locking them in that position with several more turns of tape.

The kid leather mitt fitted tightly over the taped fist and I laced the sleeve of it to just below the clamp holding her elbow down. Embedded in a reinforced strip of leather across the knuckles of the mitt was a stainless steel ring for later use. Releasing the clamps I resettled her right wrist in the stocks; with the hand now in a fist there was no way she could pull it loose. A few minutes of pulling and pushing soon had her left arm clamped in position and I settled down to repeat the process.

As I was tightening the mitt laces up her left arm, and over the micro chip patch on the inside of her wrist, I happened to glance at the dials on the monitoring equipment. It was somewhat surprising to see the needles quivering and made me wonder if there was a real submissive part of Amanda, small as it might be, that was being touched by the bondage process.

That was certainly something I was going to keep my eyes on. If I could develop and nurture that spark to the point where Amanda became completely submissive it definitely would open several very interesting possibilities.

For the time being though I was going to concentrate on my original plan!

Since it was only an hour or so since she had experienced some relief I intended to continue immobilizing her and then start building up the level of frustration until it became the only thing that mattered to her.

The rings at the end of the mitts came in to use as I released first one arm and then the other from the stocks and tied them to the sides of the padded table. The ponytail made a useful handhold against her useless struggling as I moved to the end and pulled her along until her arms and legs were straight against their restraints. Once the throat strap was buckled Amanda was again flat on her back with her legs still locked in place.

I leaned over her and looked in her eyes as I gently brushed a few stray locks of hair away from her face. Keeping one eye on the meters I took her breasts in my hands and slowly squeezed then rolled the nipples between my fingers. She moaned and closed her eyes, unable to fight her body’s reaction, as the needles flickered on all three gauges. Compared to when she had her earlier orgasm they hardly moved but it was proof to me that the system was working just fine.

Gathering more supplies from the storage drawer I placed them handy on the side table and got to work. The first thing was another wide leather strap across her body just under her breasts locking her arms and torso firmly against the table.

I settled a flexible rubber covered metal band around the base of her right breast and slipped the tongue on one end in a slot on the other. With a small screwdriver I tightened the band until satisfied that another couple of turns would be too much. I waited as the captured, swollen gland started to change colour then turned my attention to the nipple.

The Frustration Factor · Part 1 (1/3)
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