Just Five Minutes · Part 2 (2/2)
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With the other arm, I pinned her chest and found a nipple, squeezing hard and long. I let her shriek for a time, then withdrew abruptly, stepping back and admiring the way her body reacted. She was like a machine with a dangerously high idle. Her chest pumped air in and out, her limbs jerked against the ropes, her skin flushed. I sat down and puffed on the cigar. Reaching across, I pulled the blindfold off.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, a single tear poised to race down her cheek.
"No," she whispered. "I don't want this. Let me go."
She looked up at me with over-bright eyes, timidly, as if she were seeing the most beautiful sight on earth and didn't know whether she should like it or not. I patted her face and she nuzzled my hand at first, then pulled away.
"Yes you do. You want this now more than ever. But it scares you. And it should." I got up and went to my table of toys.
The sadistic streak was riding high now. She was so vulnerable, so open, so pliable. I wanted to crush her completely. I wanted to make her mine forever.
"I can gag your pretty lips," I picked up the penis-gag harness, "here's a good one. Look, it even has a hose threaded through it so it can mimic the male orgasm." I gave it a squeeze and a thin line of water squirted from the tip.
She watched the stream of water with big eyes. I went back to the table of toys, smoke trailing me like a lazy cloud. "This is a ring gag," I said, tossing the gag towards her where it clanged at her feet. "Good for getting a blowjob and not loosing anything important.
Lots of spittle, though."
I picked up a pair of connected nipple clamps. "These go on your nipples. I can vary the tightness with this little screw and with the chain connecting them, any movement translates a little pain to both of your delicious breasts." I tossed these at her feet too and she barely stirred. Her head slowly turned from side to side in a tiny 'no' motion.
"This is a collar, mostly for symbolic purposes, but this particular one also helps you, the slave, maintain proper posture. I'll be fitting you with one of these soon."
That tear cut loose from her eye and streaked down her cheek.
"This is supposed to be a date," she whispered. "I thought I knew you. But I didn't – you're crazy. I was planning to spend the weekend with you if things worked out. Instead…" She was on the verge of breaking down completely.
I came over and stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders, feeling the effect that the strain from her tied elbows was having on her. I kissed her neck again and it was as if an electric current had entered her. Casually I reached down and picked up the slave collar.
Before she knew it, I had it locked tight around her neck.
That was it – silent sobs took her. I knelt in front of her and she tried to kick me away, but her motions were slow, trance-like and weak.
"Now, now, hon, it isn't so bad." I pulled the big ballgag from the floor and stuffed it far back into her mouth. She took it almost willingly, her lips going around the big red ball like they belonged there. "I have a proposition. Using all these sick toys you see here, I will make you come in five minutes. If I can't, you walk out of here whenever you want. Haul my ass away for kidnapping and rape, if you want. If you do come however, you stay the weekend.
On my terms."
She looked down at me with those big doe eyes and I could tell she was on overdrive. Stimulus overload. "Now I know I stretched the truth with the handcuffs – yes, I had them off you in five minutes and look where you ended up. But from this point on, trust is something you will have to have in me. You see, I know more about you than you think. You are one sexy, complicated girl with a fucked up dark side." I counted the fingers on one hand. "One, failed marriage with a wife-beater. Two, confidence problems. Three, raped in your teens. Four, out of control wild streak that gets you into trouble. You're practically a cliché. But I know different.
You're just restless. You haven't found what you're looking for.
It's a beast inside you, driving you, pushing you. And you are afraid to look at it. Afraid to let it out."
I lowered my voice. "Just like me. We both have a beast here, deep inside. Only I know what my beast looks like. I think it's time you met yours."
She sat perfectly still, my lovely lady wrapped in ropes and gagged like a chipmunk. I leaned close and whispered in her ear, "You said once, I can't remember when exactly, that you wanted a total, complete mindfuck to wipe away all the shit that's happened to you. Welcome to Mindfuck Central."
I pulled the gag out, and her eyes dropped. "Fuck you," she whispered.
Part Three
"When the thought of being helpless, even for five minutes, entered your mind – that was a threshold. You crossed over," I whispered, loudly enough so she could hear through the fall of her auburn hair.
She was bent over almost double, a chain attached to the ropes that bound her hands behind her back pulled her arms up to the ceiling.
"When you clicked the second handcuff around your wrist, locking your hands behind your back and placing you, your body, your safety, in my care, even for five minutes, and even though you had the key – that was a threshold.
You crossed over."
"No", she moaned, pain from her position giving her words a delicious edge. Her face was shrouded from me by her hair, and she hadn't seen the pair of utility scissors I had in my hand.
"Now, now, hon. 'No' is not a word in your vocabulary anymore."
I'd pulled the gag back out – gag in – gag out. The stunning visual of her mouth stretched open to hold the big red ball, the black leather strap puffing her cheeks, was offset by her words. They say the eyes are a window to the soul. In my opinion, the mouth was a window to the mind. I wanted to feel her accept her submission. I wanted her reaction – of course, the way her body accepted the unwanted restraints was as good an indication as any, with the subtle squirming and testing of the ropes, the frantic heaving of her breasts, the balance she tried to maintain with her limbs taken from her. But what she said, her swearing, her cries, her moans – that was the voice of her growing submission.
Her reluctance to accept her beast within, and the birth of the slave I knew she could be.
I took the scissors and deftly slit her thin sweater from her waist to the mounds of her breasts. "When I tied you, made you completely helpless and took your power for my own – your power to resist, your power to run, your power of freedom – that was a threshold. I carried you over." She turned her head, trying to look at me through the falling hair but it was no good. She had too much of the auburn tresses to push aside with just one motion.
Cutting her clothes off her was a tough decision. I didn't want her to taste freedom at all, even for a brief second, at least not this early. In the end, I decided that she would have no use for them in the near future and they could be easily replaced. Besides, feeling the clothes that she had no doubt spent some time deciding on wearing on this, our first date, trying to give the right signal, project the right mood or statement or whatever I had been lead to believe from the other women I had known – feeling this skin of choice being cut away and ruined, that was a reaction I wanted to watch.
"You bastard! You're destroying my good -"
I reached over and pulled her hair away from her face and was met with a fiery glare. Her cheeks were flushed from the slightly upside down position and the posture collar wasn't giving her much room to move her head. I tucked the strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her.
She spasmed in her ropes as she fought to get away from me and the moan that followed as she relaxed and let me kiss her, let my tongue bury itself in her mouth without her returning the kiss told me that she was beginning to realize that there was nothing she could do but accept this. But
I wanted more. I wanted her to embrace this.
I slid the scissors higher up as I pulled away from her lips, her hair once again hiding her angry and frightened eyes. "You're at another threshold, hon. And this is a big one. I can help you to some degree – in fact, you may say that I'm dragging you along. But this threshold you have to cross on your own." The front of her sweater fell away revealing the black lacy bra holding her breasts. A few snips along her arms up to her bound elbows and the sweater was no more.
"There's something waiting for you on the other side of this next threshold.
Something I know you know is there."
I snipped the thin ribbon of lace between her breasts and the bra fell away – I could have unhooked it, but what the hell, I had already started cutting. Two more snips and I tossed the remainder of the lace bra into the corner. Her breasts now hung, firm and full, her hair brushing the upper rise of flesh.
"Fuck you," she whispered. It was, apparently, one of her favorite phrases.
I reached down and found both nipples hard. "That something behind this threshold has a life of its own." I squeezed each nipple firmly, rolling the hard nubs between my fingers and, hearing her gasp, I went on. "You keep it deep inside, under control, but it rules you in ways you don't realize. The relationships you seek out. The thoughts that come at you, seemingly from nowhere. The images that sneak into your mind in the dark hours of night, filling you with a dark, rich lust. A lust of ropes, of whips, of collars. And before you realize it, you're squeezing your own nipples through your nightie like this -" I squeezed her flesh hard and she screamed. I leaned close into her ear and whispered, "All you want is to be tied, teased, hurt and loved. And you fight it."
I let her go and stepped back. The soundproofed walls absorbed the last of her scream and the silence that followed was punctuated by her gentle sobs. I pulled her shiny pvc skirt down to her ankles and cut away her panties. Kneeling before her, looking up at the tear stained face in the center of the shroud of hair I found her eyes.
"I'm right. Aren't I?"
She closed her eyes and shook her head 'no' once. Then a sob overtook her. "Yes," she whispered.
I kissed her again and this time she responded. A bound female, naked and helpless, bent in two by my ropes, kissing me with a hunger that surprised even her. I got up and went to my toy table.
"I'm not ready for this. Not now." Her voice had a nice pleading sound to it. I found the thin rope and a few small clamps.
"You were right. Maybe we could talk about this. Please?
This isn't fun."
I stooped in front of her and caressed a breast. "I don't think we're talking about fun here. At least not for you. I'm enjoying myself immensely." I looped a coil of the thin rope around her breast, pulling the base of her mound tightly in a circle. Quickly, I roped the breast with tighter and tighter coils until her flesh was pulled taught and the shape was nicely ballooned. Immediately the orb started to turn a darker shade.
"No, wait."
I glanced up and fixed her eyes, while finding the somewhat flattened nipple of her bound breast. "You're along for the ride, hon.
And too many objections gets a gag." I squeezed the nipple once, getting the moan I wanted and set about tying her other breast. She watched in silent fascination, probably never realizing that a breast could be tied, and once tied, that it would get both larger and more sensitive.
"And there is the matter of stimulation. Some you will no doubt find quite pleasant."
I snaked a finger up into her pussy, finding it moist, and stroked her clit. She shuddered and her hips pressed against my hand. With the other hand, I found a nipple and clamped it with one of the clamps.
Her scream tapered off into a startled moan as I drove three fingers deep into her pussy. Finding a rhythm that her hips matched, I fucked her with my fingers and clamped the other nipple. Even with her legs tightly tied together, she was so wet I had no trouble pistoning my fingers, now four, deep into her pussy. With each thrust, my thumb found the increasingly engorged button of her clit. She began to sway.
I glanced up and the image of her tightly closed eyes, the shiny tear streaked cheeks, the tangle of hair about her face and below that, the tightly tied and clamped orbs that were her breasts – all this brought me down the home stretch. I slowed my fingers in their invasion of her pussy, taking more time to flick her clit. My other hand pulled a nipple clamp
– first one then the other – until her breasts were almost bobbing back and forth, the tiny pincher's twisting and pulling inflaming her flesh even more.
She began to shudder and I went for the knock down blow. I loosened the ropes at her knees and buried my face in her pussy, both hands pushing her thighs apart. My tongue found her engorged pussy lips and dove inside.
She tasted wonderful and within seconds her hips were thrusting into my face out of control. Finding her clit, I bit down, hard and she shrieked, her legs almost buckling. If my arms hadn't found her ass at the last second to hold her up, she probably would have torn her shoulders out of their sockets. I felt her body shudder violently as a wave of pleasure rolled through her. I bit again and her breath caught, her body stiffening. The second orgasm slammed into her on the heels of the first. My mouth was filled with her taste and I almost came right then.
But the night was young. I would have time for that later.
Cradling her torso with one hand, I reached around and unclipped the chain holding her arms in the strappado. She slumped against me, her breath hot on my neck and we both slid to the floor. Her head rested against my shoulder, her tied legs curled up tightly against my crotch. I fondled a bound breast, twisting the clamp on her nipple. "You know, you lost."
She stirred, trying to look up at me. I twisted the clamp even more and she moaned. "That was less that five minutes." I held her head against my chest and abruptly unclamped the nipple, her shriek muffled by my shirt. "And under the terms of the bet, which I believe you agreed to, albeit under forced conditions, you must spend the rest of the weekend with me, accepting every wish as a command."
I fondled the other clamp and she tried to pull her legs up tighter to her chest. Her hands, useless behind her back, grasped my thigh tightly in preparation for the pain that was sure to come. "Now, Teri, I am going to give you one last chance, in spite of the bet you lost.
You can walk away from here right now. Walk away with no strings attached except for one. I will never see you again." I pulled the clamp while at the same time, I found the mound of her pussy.
She shrank against me, torn between the pain in her tit and the fire in her puss. "And you will have to find that beast inside you on your own. Without me."
I let the clamp go and withdrew my finger. Turning her around so she could look into my eyes, I sized her up. A beautiful girl, arms lost behind her, legs tied and pulled up under her, both breasts bound to a cherry pink, a clamp dangling from one nipple. And she looked at me with a mixture of lust and uncertainty. She knew what she was, what she feared, what she wanted. It was the threshold that frightened her. But it was a threshold she would have to cross on her own.
She looked down, at her breasts, then all about her, as much as the collar would allow, at the table of toys, the chains and cage. And then at the pile of her clothes in the corner, familiar and yet altered by their shreds. Then she looked at me and I saw into her soul. "I trusted you once. Can I trust you now?"
I ran a finger down her cheek over the drying tears, to her lips, so full. "Any slave of mine will have no fear that they are safe and loved."
She bit her lip, her eyes never leaving mine. Then she smiled, the devil dancing in her face. "Fuck you. Master. And that was way more than five minutes."
Just Five Minutes · Part 2 (2/2)
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