Complete Control · Part 1 (1/2)
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The
Story of an Actual Bondage Experience
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.
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
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.
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 in between 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, forcing 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 forcing 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 forced my tits to take the shape that he wants, ready to be used and tortured at his will.
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.
Suddenly he starts to chastise me for one of my most recent "transgressions"
and starts to spank my ass as punishment. Everything up to this point has felt more like preparation, but suddenly he is seriously treating me as his sub and I am immediately incredibly humiliated. I turn to look at him, but he is continuing his spanking, with his bare hand, and will not catch my glance. I am so embarrassed that I try to put my head under my arm to hide my face, but my arm is, of course, tied behind my back. So I settle for my shoulder.
Then suddenly it's not his hand that is spanking me, but there is this "whoosh" and a much harder thwat on my ass. I turn to see what it is, and
I see a cat-o-nine-tails. Now the humiliation is increased tenfold, and there is a rising level of pain as I wonder if I can bear the embarrassment of him continuing to flog my ass.
He continues for a while, moving between my ass and upper thighs, and
I can feel the heat rush to my ass and legs as they turn red from the flogging.
I wonder if he knows that he is fulfilling one of my deepest and most humiliating fantasies. I have always wanted serious ass spankings, and as painful and humiliating as it is, I am enjoying every single painful moment.
The spanking and flogging 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. 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.
Due to the blindfold, I'm not aware of how he's arranged this tug on my nipples. I'm still up on my tip-toes, but the intensity of the pain is overwhelming. The pain distracts me from his instructions to stand up on my toes, and I begin to drop my heels — when I do, the pain increases
100-fold, it seems. I yelp and rise back up on my tip-toes as high as I can. I ask him what's causing this, but he just let's me suffer. He responds that maybe I should try to stay up on my toes.
I try to focus on what's happening and to understand what he means, but it takes a few moments, perhaps minutes, before the pain subsides enough for me to understand what he has done to me. He has attached my nipples to the ceiling with the string and rubber band so that if I stay on my toes, the tension on the clothespins is only moderate, but if I drop my heels, the tension is heightened and the pain increases. Since I'm blindfolded, I still don't know just how he's done it, but I do know the pain drastically increases if I drop my heels toward the floor.
This is a difficult spot to be in, and I wonder how long my legs can hold out. As if I'm not in enough pain at this point, he decides that now is the time for some further punishment. He takes the cat and starts flogging me again. He starts lightly on my thighs, and the strokes quickly get stronger and harder, moving quickly over my body. I am in such incredible pain, and I can hardly believe he is actually doing this to me. And, the clothespins are still relentlessly tugging on my nipples. Once in a while, he plucks at the string.
He then steps away for a moment. When he returns, I strain to hear any clue as to what will happen next. I don't have to wait too long. He has retrieved a riding crop and begins applying it to my abdomen and thighs.
It stings! I wonder what is causing such a new and different pain, and
I ask him what this latest tool of torture is, but he refuses to answer and scolds me for talking so much. He even crops the undersides of my tits, and they are so tightly bound and tortured from the clothespins that every stroke takes my breath away and I can hardly catch my breath between strokes.
I ask him if my tits and body are red and marked from the cat and the crop, and he tells me they are, and I am proud to know that he has marked me with these painful blows. He sits down on the floor in front of me and continues applying the crop, concentrating on my poor titties.
He finally stops the flogging and cropping. But soon there is a sensation of pins and needles running across my thighs, stomach and ultimately my tits. I once again do not know what's causing this new painful sensation, but later learn he's using a pinwheel on me. As it gets to my tits I again cannot refrain from moaning and panting from the combination of excitement and pain. And then there are more clothespins clamped on my breasts so that it is now impossible to tell where the pain is coming from because it is coming from everywhere.
Throughout the activities I have been a bit talkative, asking questions about what he is doing to me, since I am blindfolded. He has begun to tire of my questions and decides that it is time to test out a gag. This is something I had told him frightened me, yet by this point I am looking forward to it because I want him to forcibly stop my chattering so that
I will not be bothering him. It is at this point I realize that he has truly "Mastered" me, and that my needs and fears have become secondary in my mind to pleasing him. I want to be able to withstand all of his torture and pain because I want him to be proud of me, and more importantly I want him not only to be my Dom, but also the Master of my body. I want him to feel that he can do anything he wants with me and my body and know that
I will please him.
I think he is a bit surprised that I do not object to the gag, and he goes to get a rubber ball gag. 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 flogging 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. 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
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