The Frustration Factor · Part 3 (3/3)
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With two sharp movements I hit a button to freeze frame the video and snapped a capsule of instantaneous anesthetic under her nose.
Amanda would be out for close to eight hours and never know it. Confirming that all the meters were presenting readings consistent with deep sleep I spent the next hour unlacing several places in her leather bondage to make sure there were no circulation problems. There weren’t; I knew I was good but it never hurt to double check.
The ensuing hours allowed her body to settle down and the sensitivity level to drop back to the readings she had at the beginning of the whole exercise. Once again sitting next to her as the time for Amanda to wake up approached I watched for the first flicker of the meter needles and hit restart on the video.
As far as the helplessly bound girl knew no time had passed but I was back in control of her body.
Meter Level Eight:
During this session Amanda almost made it to the end of the video before the system shut down and, while I waited for the needles to settle back, I changed it for another DVD.
The opening scene of this one showed an obviously feminine form standing in seven inch black leather ankle boots and a matching hobble skirt. She was positioned facing a waist high bench with tight straps at the ankle, knee and just below the buttocks holding her against a central leg of the apparatus.
Her upper torso was also encased in tight black leather with her arms across her back in a laced elbow pouch. She was bent at the waist and more straps crushed her breasts against the surface of the bench. A skin tight leather helmet covered her head and neck, which protruded past the other end of the bench, but, as the camera panned around the form, the viewer could see that it covered her eyes and nose but not her mouth.
The camera pulled back and then another figure, this one in full black leather Domme dress, entered the picture – me! Gently I stroked my kid leather gloved left hand over her taut leather covered buttocks and then, with a smooth but quick motion, my right arm with the hand holding a ten inch long heavy leather barber’s strop arced up, then down.
A strop like that in the wrong hands can cause severe bruising but I am an expert and the edge just glanced down and across the stretched leather covering her ass to sting but not bruise the tender flesh underneath. The scream was real because it surprised her and hurt, but it did not injure. Teasing the trapped figure with more gentle stroking I suddenly struck again! This time the tip of the strop made brief contact with the right buttock.
As the second scream burst from the girl’s throat I struck again on the left cheek and then rapidly followed with half a dozen more. As the sound of the strop hitting the tight leather stopped the screaming changed to sexually charged moans and then a plea came from the bound form.
“Please Mistress, please don’t stop I’m so close …please don’t stop.”
As the video reached the point where she begged me to take her over the top the system closed down. Amanda had reacted to the new scene strongly enough to put the sensors in the danger zone and yet I had not activated any of the toys; not even a quick buzz on her clit. The moans coming from her were clearly those of frustration for being, yet again, denied any gratification but there was something else.
Sitting back and closing my eyes I thought about what had just happened and there was only one conclusion.
If viewing that combined bondage and spanking scene, without any teasing by me, had been enough to arouse her to the point of triggering the system shutdown then which figure in the video was she relating with – the victim or the Domme?
I was almost sure it wasn’t me so left just one answer. Amanda was not only a true submissive but she was also very probably a masochist.
Over the next few hours I tried to prove this conclusion and, with no interference from my tantalizing pads and inserts just the viewing of the DVD, Amanda’s reactions shut down the system every time. She never did let it get to the point where I had granted April’s (for that was the name of my leather encased client and friend stretched over the bench) wish and, with another half dozen strategically placed strokes sent her to her heaven and back; several times.
Now I had to re-think my plans because Amanda had presented me with a beautiful new weapon I could use to break her obnoxious habit of thinking herself superior to everyone because of her bank account. I mentally raised the monetary price I had put on giving her sexual satisfaction – very substantially in fact!
In the meantime however, the moans coming from Amanda had changed to almost choking sobs and it was time to let up for a while.
That in its self presented another problem. I was almost afraid to touch the girl. She had been with me less than 48 hours and was currently so wound up and sensitive that I didn’t know how little it would take to have her explode sexually and spoil my plans.
I didn’t want to use the instant anesthetic again in such a short time frame so the alternatives were to handle her while she was awake, which was not a good idea because of the state she was in, or use another method of putting her to sleep.
That seemed the safest idea so I went to make her a drink. A drink that would really calm her down and solve my problem.
Over the next couple of hours I stripped Amanda completely except for the tape and leather mitts holding her fingers into fists then gave her limp form a sponge bath. I had formulated a plan which I hoped would work and, for it to succeed, I was going to restrain her again in a situation that would last at least two days.
The padded steel free form in the shape of a chair was only just over twelve inches wide and was bolted to the floor by a wide flange where the front legs would normally rest. From there it rose vertically to knee height, curved to form the seat and then curved again upwards to form the back. The seat had a strategically placed opening towards the back center and there was a fairly deep indentation in the seat back. The padding was one inch thick rubber and each edge of the free form shape had holes drilled every two inches as well as several wider slots.
The chair had no back legs and the steel was more than strong enough to take the weight of an average person. The reason it was so narrow was to allow a human form to be restrained much more tightly than on a chair of regular width.
With Amanda stretched out on the original platform I re-installed the straps around the base of her breasts, the nipple stimulators and the cup covers then the catheter, dildo and combination anal drain and butt plug. After sticking on the clit pad I settled the groin cover in position and tightened the chastity belt to hold everything in place.
There were no heels on the double legged ballet boot and, after placing a couple of pieces of rubber padding between her knees and the ankle bones I forced Amanda’s feet into the boot and laced it to just above her knees, practically welding her legs together.
Flipping the limp form on her stomach I forced her arms and the leather mitted fists up between her shoulder blades locking them in place with a short leather elbow pouch.
The leather body cover laced skin tight up the front from her ankles to neck and had a fringe down each side with reinforced metal grommets that would just happen to match up with the holes down the edges of the free form steel chair.
I had little trouble moving her over to the chair and lined up the anal drain and catheter tube with the hole in the seat before settling her in place. Her arms, locked in an almost reverse prayer position, fitted in to the indentation in the back and I began the job of lacing her to the frame.
Initially I made the cords just snug up each side to make sure she was lined up properly then, with excellent leverage since I was standing and she was sitting, went up and down until her body was embedded in the chair.
That done I took a small metal cup, slipped it over the double toe of the boot, pushed it hard against the front panel and bolted it to the floor flange. That took away even the slightest leeway for her feet to move.
The wider slots in the edges of the chair allowed me to feed straps through them and across her shins, thighs, waist and chest just above her breasts. Two final straps fitted from the top corners of the back across her shoulders and crossed between her breasts to opposite the sides. It was really bondage overkill but now, other than the slow rise and fall of her chest to breathe, movement was a thing of the past for Amanda until I decided otherwise.
I connected the tube from the floor drain to the bottom of the chair and then piled her hair up on top of her head while I laced on a stiff neck corset to immobilize her head. She was starting to wake up as I used a brush and comb to get her hair in some semblance of order and, once she got her senses together, realized that she was not gagged – the screaming began!
Moving the monitors in position so the read outs were visible to me I connected the wires from the toys again then moved my own chair in front of her and settled down to wait.
The screaming went on for quite a while and she called me a few names that were really original. Stopping every so often to recover her breath she continued until, as I expected, the curses and threats changed to pleading and then begging until she finally got my interest with bribery.
“Well now Amanda what are you going to bribe me to do? Let you go? That’s not going to happen since we agreed on two months and it has only been a couple of days.”
“Let you have an orgasm (I gave her a quick blip on the clit pad.)? How much is that worth to you?”
She got a sneaky look on her face and mentioned a dollar figure. I left my chair and jammed a ball gag in her mouth, tightening the strap at the back of her head.
“Not even close Amanda; not even close!”
Closing the door to the dungeon I went and had a shower then dressed comfortably. For me that was a light blue silk blouse, dark navy leather skirt and high heeled knee boots. Returning to Amanda I held for her a bottle of cold water and for me a small pitcher of my favorite cocktail. Vodka and clamato juice if you must know, liberally spiced with Worchester sauce, and otherwise known as a Bloody Caesar.
Removing the ball gag she was sensible enough to accept a drink as I held the water bottle to her lips. Settling back in my chair I thumbed a few buttons on the control and Amanda gasped as, one by one, the toys fired up. With a careful eye on the monitors I was able to find settings that held her just below the system cut off level. The sounds that began coming from deep in her throat were a mix of moans and sheer frustration.
Slipping on my own drink I watched the needles and managed to keep her at that level for nearly thirty minutes – tears started down her face after twenty! With a quick pointing of the control I turned on the television with the DVD cued up at exactly the spot where the leather strop was striking the leather covered ass. Amanda, with her head held rigidly by the neck corset, had no choice but to look directly at the screen. The system immediately shut down and I had my answer.
I gave her time to settle down then spent the next three hours repeating the process. At the end of that period she was even more of an emotional mess and I left her to stew and, perhaps, even get some sleep while I went to bed.
Meter Level Nine:
When I returned the next morning I carried a tray with a glass of juice and a plate of scrambled eggs. After loosening the laces and then removing the neck corset I took the time to wipe Amanda’s tear stained face with a cool, wet cloth then I fed her breakfast. Not a word was spoken by either of us until the plate was empty. Then she quietly tripled her offer.
“You’re getting closer to interesting me but what are you buying? An orgasm?”
“Yes.”
“Just one Amanda?”
“Please anything to stop this torture.”
“Torture, no, not yet anyway; an extreme level of frustration yes. Now my lying little bondage sub’ if, and I mean if, I decide to accept your not very generous offer and allow you to receive some sexual gratification I have another question that you must answer correctly. There is only one correct answer Amanda so get it right the first time or we’ll just keep doing what we’ve been doing for a few more days. So think carefully! How do you want me to give you the relief you’re craving and paying for? With the toys you’ve been enjoying for the last few days and the DVD or with my lips and magic fingers or with this?”
I held up the strop!
Taking the tray I left the dungeon and, as I closed the door, looked back to see the leather encased girl with a very strained and perplexed look on her face.
When I came back I was wearing light sweats because, if she came up with what I knew was the only right answer, then there would be work to be done.
“Well?” Standing in front of the chair with its leather bound form I raised an eyebrow.
“All of them.” It was little more than a whisper; she hesitated and then continued “Please Mistress.”
Allowing a smile to cross my face I nodded.
“So Amanda, the only way you could come to that correct answer is the same way I did. By wondering about the reactions you’ve shown since you’ve been here and interpreting them into your real feelings that you’ve been hiding from yourself all these years.”
It took me nearly three hours to get her ready. I had to be very careful while I removed all the bondage holding her in the chair form and then the leather sheathing her body. In the first place the slightest wrong touch would probably make her explode because of the sensitivity built up since she entered my dungeon.
In the second place we might have an agreement but I was not taking any chances that the rich bitch character might surface and besides, I was still a damn good Domme working with a sub’.
The framework made of metal tubing held the almost naked body rigidly with her legs spread about twenty four inches apart, the feet in ankle length ballet boots and the knees locked in place by rods clamped above and below them.
Around her waist was a wide metal belt with a rod extending from each side attached to the frame. I had laced and strapped her arms into a leather single arm binder that nearly reached her armpits. It was further held in place with wide straps across each shoulder.
After braiding her hair I had wrapped the single tail a couple of times through a metal ring and used a thin black leather ribbon to secure it from pulling out under stress.
The stress came from a cord that I ran from the ring at the fingertips of the arm binder up through a small pulley and then over to the hair ring. By pulling on the cord I forced Amanda’s arms upwards and, consequently, her torso had to bend forwards at the same time as her head was forced back until she was facing straight ahead. There was a fine balance achieved with this set up. If she tried to lower her arms then it put extra strain on her neck and visa versa.
With the leg braces and waist belt her body was well supported but so completely open and vulnerable.
Now things got delicate and I moved the table with the monitors over in front of her then stuck two new micro transmitters between her rather impressive and naked breasts. The one on her wrist under the leather binder sheath was also working since all three needles were flickering with what I guessed was anticipation.
Very, very carefully, with an eye on the monitors all the time, I got a dildo and butt plug back inside her. There would be no wired pads on her nipples and clit this time; I had other plans for them. The last item was a pair of virtual reality goggles strapped over her eyes with the screens flipped up for the time being. No gag, I wanted to hear every thing she had to say when the fun began.
Meter Level Ten:
With all the systems hooked up and showing realistic readings I left Amanda to stew.
Not only was a lot of money involved in the next little while but, as a professional, there was no way I intended to perform my skills dressed in dirty sweats. She would have to wait until I was ready and in the correct frame of mind to handle any eventuality.
My black leather cat suit was skin tight and the boots with stiletto heels should only be worn by a powerful woman. I had taken the time to put my hair up in a chignon held in place with a black leather ribbon. The wide leather belt around my waist held several items that might come in useful and the tight kid gloves stopped at the first knuckles of my fingers.
I stood, no, I posed in front of Amanda for her to get the full effect of my outfit and then got to work.
With the sensitivity built up over the last few days I judged that Amanda would take very little urging to orgasm and complete our agreement; then we would negotiate again.
A slight adjustment to the controller and I removed the system shut down limit while starting the dildo and butt plug vibrating at a low speed. The meter needles immediately jumped and I quickly reached to give her nipple a tweak with my left hand then slipped that same hand down to find her clit and nip it between two crimson fingernails.
The shriek that came from Amanda’s throat coincided with the meter needles hitting the stops and, as it diminished to a groan I shut everything down and waited.
For less than a minute I stood in front of her and then her eyes opened and heard a mumbled “Please, please, don’t stop now.”
“But Amanda we have completed our contract. You agreed to pay me to let you have an orgasm and you just had one didn’t you?”
“Yes, yes but it was so quick there was no relief so please don’t stop Mistress please you can’t stop!”
“Oh but I can stop young lady unless you would care to pay me for my expertise at, let’s say, the same amount for each orgasm you have during this session.”
There was no hesitation and, after I told her I wanted some guarantee, she gave me the entrance code and password for one of her off shore accounts.
The second orgasm took me less than two minutes work on her nipples and clit with two quick swipes of the leather strop down her buttocks. It was ten minutes before she went over again and then I pulled out all the stops.
After working a large ball gag between her teeth and flipping down the lenses I started the second DVD, turned the dildo and butt plug controls up high then proceeded to bring a rosy blush to her rear end with the strop.
Two hours later I removed the gag and held a bottle of water to the lips of a hoarse, quivering, exhausted woman, dripping sweat and cum juices but very satisfied. And I was a very tired but professionally pleased Domme.
Amanda had lost count of the number of times she reached that magic level but I hadn’t and I looked forward to transferring a very substantial sum from her account to mine.
Meter Level Eleven:
Several weeks later I watched as Amanda walked rather gingerly towards me as I waited at the front door. She made a stunning figure who was dressed quite normally if you didn’t count the height of the boot heels. But looks can be deceiving.
It was time for her to leave and I had decided to make my newly trained sub’s trip home an interesting one. Under the calf length leather trench coat were several little features to keep her attention focused on her sexuality.
In the first place she was almost naked, I say almost because the tightly laced boots reached passed her knees where a wide metal band was locked in place over the end of the laces making it impossible to undo them. The metal bands were joined by a very short stainless steel chain.
Around Amanda’s waist was the band of a metal chastity belt that held in place a very large roughly ribbed dildo and a shorter but thicker butt plug. Inside the dildo was a special surprise.
The skin tight kid leather gloves were shoulder length and also locked in place with metal bands just above her biceps. From the slave necklace around her neck thin stainless steel chains connected to a narrower metal band around the base of each breast. They were tight enough for her not to be able to forget they were there but not tight enough to cause a problem when they were worn for an extended period.
All of the metal bands were locked in a very simple manner with short flat headed screws into threaded holes. The screws only had three or four threads but that was all that was needed and a regular screwdriver would not get them off. Sunk into the top of each locking screw was an octagonal shaped hole and it needed a matching key to open them. Machinists called them Allan Keys and they were ideal for this application because the metal bands were, of necessity, fairly thin.
A few days ago I had mailed a key to Amanda’s home.
Once the fashionable leather coat was buttoned, with a silk scarf tucked in at the neck to cover the slave necklace, I had buckled the belt very tightly. After pulling the end through a couple of loops I locked the end of it with another screw through metal grommets in the point and the main belt at the left side of her waist. Until she got hold of a key the coat was not coming off.
Amanda looked beautiful with her hair just so under a leather beret that matched the coat and impeccable makeup.
“Mistress, may I ask a question?”
“What is it little one?”
“Can I stay with you?”
“For how long, Amanda?”
“I was thinking about another two months!”
It didn’t take me long to make up my mind but I told her to go home and get things in order and I would let her know my decision. I gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek and then opened the door and watched as she slowly made her way to the limousine.
I waited until I was sure she would be in her private jet for the two hour flight home and then pulled out a cell phone and dialed the number that would activate the dildo.
“Here’s to another two months of fun and frustration Amanda.”
I sipped my Bloody Caesar and pressed send!
The Frustration Factor · Part 3 (3/3)
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