My Bondage Valentine · Part 2 (2/2)
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The confinement imposed by the armbinder is total! There’s no way that a naked girl could ever possibly escape from it. With my arms palm to palm drawn tightly together (welded is a good description), and the strap at my upper arm, and the shoulder straps, I was a prisoner until released.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, “Not for sale at Macy’s.”
“No, I answered, “the armbinder wouldn’t be for sale at Macy’s – or any other store in the mall, Master!”
For the first time, I was suddenly fearful. Here I was, naked in his playroom, surrounded by all of these things meant to be used on naked girls! I’d always watched movies where the heroine was tied up and tortured in movies; and now here I was for real!
I stared at myself in the mirror, took a few steps here and there, and wondered what was going to happen next. Should I ask to be punished, or would Mark just grab me and begin?
“Come here,” he ordered.
Gingerly I stepped back to his chair, and waited in front of him. He looked different somehow, now that I was helpless!
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I did so, and I was relieved when I watched as he loosened the shoulder straps! Next he opened the strap at the top of the armbinder, and he unzipped the armbinder from my limbs.
“Ahhhhh!” I moaned.
“I only wanted you in the armbinder for a half-hour,” he said, “later on you’ll be able to wear it longer,” he said as he slipped the confining leather from me.
“Thank you, Master,” I told him gratefully.
Actually, I was glad that he had removed the thing from me! I enjoyed the feeling of helplessness that I got from wearing it, but it was beginning to strain my shoulders! My nipples were hard and my sex was wet, but I was happy to be free of the armbinder for now.
“Still want a scene?” he asked.
“Yes, Master!” I answered.
“Don’t you want to try a mild spanking first?” Mark asked.
“As long as I’m in a Dungeon, I’d like to experience something a little more intense. Could I be punished with a riding crop, please?” I asked.
I wasn’t going to leave his playroom without experiencing at least some form of discipline! If I had gone this far I wasn’t going to chicken out now!
“Very well. I want you to get a collar from the wall, matching wrist bracelets, and to spreader bars from my toy collection. I’ll hang you from the ceiling in the shape of an X and use the riding crop on you,” he said.
“Yes, Master!”
I couldn’t believe this! If you had told me two months earlier I’d be standing naked in Mark’s house wanting to be tied and punished, I’d have said you were crazy! But now my pussy was all wet with desire!
I selected the collar first, locking it around my neck, followed by the wrist cuffs. I removed the two spreader bars, and walked back to Mark and knelt before him, who had again seated himself like a Master of his Domain.
“Very good,” he answered.
“Thank you.”
“Do your arms feel better?” he asked.
“Yes, they’re fine.”
“Good, go to the ceiling chain and I’ll confine you there, and you’ll be cropped with your feet on the floor. Later I’ll hang you without any contact with the floor,” he said coldly.
In a few minutes I was naked; my body in the shape of an X. Totally helpless, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was shockingly exposed! My breasts, my underarms, my thighs, and my sex were all easily accessible to the riding crop that Mark had placed on a silver tray on a high stool right in front of me!
The usual question for a girl is whether she is “good” or “bad” for having sex with a boyfriend. I wondered what my position of helplessness made me?
The answer was simple: a slave girl, awaiting punishment from her Master.
Just a few hours before, I’d locked myself into bondage awaiting my boyfriend Mark before he picked me up for Valentine’s Day dinner. Now I was naked in his bondage playroom waiting for him to use a riding crop on me!
Once I had gone out with a man who was literally scared to death to touch me! I told him that I liked it a little rough in bed, that I wanted him to use me “as a man” hoping that it would liven him up once and for all. One night I got up from under the covers, and up on all fours and told him to place his hands on my hips and take me from behind.
That was the last I ever saw of him.
After Mark had released me from the armbinder, I located the collar and bracelets that he wanted me to wear. The collar was made of black leather, and had four D-rings around its circumference, no doubt to attach things to! I placed the collar around my neck, and secured it with the use of a small lock that was nearby. After closing the lock, I pulled at the leather collar. There would be no getting it off until it was unlocked, and the key didn’t seem to be anywhere!
Then I locked both my wrists in similar bracelets, and I was beginning to feel more like a slave girl! I’d stripped off my clothes to go to bed with guys, sure! But to be naked and confine myself in bondage devices? This was bringing sex to a whole new level for me!
I found the two spreader bars easily enough, and brought them over to the ceiling chain. Mark had placed a stool nearby to indicate it’s location!
I stood there, uncertain about what to do next. Should I again kneel, or ask to be confined? My dilemma was solved when Mark appeared next to me.
“Are you ready for your bondage?” he asked.
“Yes, Master,” I answered.
“Good, stand under the chain and open your legs,” he ordered.
I did so, and he took one of the spreader bars and, taking one of the small locks from his pocket, secured one end to my right locking heel! These shoes had more than one use! My left heel was next attached and my legs were opened and I couldn’t close them!
“Right hand, please!” he asked, “left hand!”
My hands were confined to the other bar, just as my ankles had been to the first! Mark then raised my hands above my head and snap-locked the spreader bar to the ceiling chain, but I still had some slack and freedom of movement.
He walked over to the wall and activated a small switch. At once I heard a motor whine, and suddenly the chain began to tighten! By skillful use of the motor Mark put just enough tension in the chain that my feet could just gain a slight purchase on the floor.
“How do you like it?” Mark asked.
“I’m not sure, Master!”
I was stretched taut and vulnerable! My pretty breasts stuck out again, just like they had when my arms were encased in the armbinder. But now my legs were open and I couldn’t close them!
“I’ll be right back,” said Mark, “don’t go anywhere!”
Mark left me alone hanging in his playroom! I pulled at my wrist cuffs, but I knew that there was no escape! I could see myself in the mirror, and what a sight I looked like!
Naked, exposed, vulnerable! Whatever adjective that you want to use could fit me just now! Here it was Valentine’s Day, and I recalled that a previous guy had given me a Valentine’s Day pendant with diamonds (I still had it in my jewelry box!) for the holiday. Now I was giving a gift: of my own naked body!
Next I heard the sounds of Classical Music from upstairs! Mark had turned the stereo system on, no doubt to use the sounds to muffle my screams from the crop!
I recalled that from one of the DVDs I had bought, and now it was to be used for me! Again I pulled at my chains, but they were implacably locked upon my wrists. There would be no escape for me until I was punished.
But now, by my own choice, here I was, helpless, naked and in bondage, waiting for Mark to use a riding crop on me!
I shivered (even though the playroom wasn’t a bit cold) with anticipation. How would I react under the crop? Would I feel pain and pleasure like I had read about?
Mark appeared before me, and casually picked up the riding crop, flexing it between his fingers. I watched in dreaded fascination as he handled the instrument of torment.
“Is this what you want?” he asked.
“Yes, Master,” I answered.
“Kiss the crop,” he ordered.
I kissed the proffered handle of the riding crop which was soon going to marking my naked body!
“How do you feel?” Mark asked.
“Scared, Master,” I replied.
“Because of the pain you may experience or what you may discover about yourself?” Mark demanded.
“Both, Master!”
Truth was, I was terrified. The first time I’d been with a man it was just a brief moment of pain when he penetrated me, and I was little sore afterwards.
“You’re so exposed right now,” he observed.
“Yes, Master.”
“With the crop I can strike anywhere I want without mercy,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” I agreed.
Holding the crop in his left hand, he brushed the tip against my left nipple, which was erect. Then he tapped the tip against the underside of my left breast, and then between my breasts!
I sucked in a cautious breath as the crop explored my naked body, and my punishment hadn’t even started yet!
The tip traced it’s way down my tummy finally coming to my sex! I thought that Mark would press the crop between my legs and force the tip inside me, but instead he ran the tip over the sensitive skin of the inside of my thighs!
“If I strike you here, you’ll scream horribly,” Mark observed.
“Yes, Master.”
“Is that where you want to be punished?” he asked.
“No Master, but you may use my body wherever you desire,” I replied.
“Just so that you understand your position now that you’re in chains,” Mark answered, “you’re totally at my mercy.”
“Yes, Master!”
My naked body was taut with excitement as I waited for my punishment to begin. What had started with me confining myself to my wooden bedroom chair would now reach it’s climax with me being punished with a riding crop, all by my own choice!
“Since you’ve been doing all the research, what is your safeword? I’m sure that you must have been thinking about one all this time?” he asked.
“Pain,” Master Mark.
“That’s good, at least you didn’t choose something as unoriginal as mercy,” he said, “now ready yourself for the crop!”
My body taut within its steel and leather prison, I awaited the final (or was it the start) of my debasement. I wondered just what my girlfriend Brandi was doing this evening. Probably curled up in front of the TV watching a romantic movie for the holiday, and here I was about to be cropped by my boyfriend!
When the first stroke of the crop struck the outside of my thigh I screamed with all of my lungs, as all of the tension in my body was released in one instant of time. However, I felt pretty silly when I realized that all I had received was a modest stroke, not a severe one.
“Feel better?” Mark asked.
“Yes, Master,” I answered.
The first stroke had broken the ice, and I realized that the crop was capable of light as well as harsh strokes.
“Since you’re a novice I’ll bring you along slowly,” he said.
“Thank you, Master,” I replied.
Mark circled around me like a shark orbiting it’s prey, striking out with the crop onto various parts of my exposed flesh. Onto some areas of skin I received a mild tap, onto others the crop sliced across my virgin skin. I had read that some Masters had their slaves count every stroke, but Mark had dispensed with that. Instead he administered stroke after stroke that gradually accustomed me to the bite of the crop.
Some strokes he would use the folded lather tip at the end of the crop; for others he would strike me with the body of the crop; which was leather cased bamboo. During the major strokes I would gasp and moan, my fingertips buried in my palms, tears beginning to run down my cheeks.
My feet vainly sought purchase on the floor, and my body wanted to escape from the crop’s punishment. But I was helpless in my chains! What could a naked girl do when confined like this?
Worse, I had put myself in this position! Was I out of my mind?
Abruptly, Mark stopped! Just as I had gotten used to the relentless assault on my flesh, my ordeal had stopped. Or had it?
“How do you feel?” Mark asked.
“Please stop!” I cried instinctively, “there’s better things to do with naked girls that use the crop on them?” I pointed out.
Mark reached out with his right hand, his forefinger and index finger extended and plunged them into my hot hole! He thrust them several times inside me, making me moan and buck inside my chains, embarrassing me even more than my response under the crop.
Finally, he withdrew them and showed me my juices on his fingers.
“The mouth says no but the body says yes! Your body betrays you, Amy. You may resist the crop mentally but you crave it all the same. This is what you have desired all the time, even if you never knew it!”
I opened my mouth to protest, only to have thrust his juice clad fingers into my mouth, and I didn’t have to be told to lick them clean. My response under the crop was further evidence of my debasement under the crop.
“You are doing very well, Amy. After a few more strokes of the crop I’ll be done for this evening, and then I shall take you to my bedroom and continue using you there,” said Mark.
Once he had dried off his fingers of my saliva he again offered me the crop. I kissed it as before, and again tensed myself in my chains!
“Owwww!” I cried as the crop slashed between legs, onto the sensitive part of my thighs.
During the entire time of my punishment, Mark had not let me see what I looked like! I imagined that my naked body was covered in welts from the crop, and I would be wearing these marks for days, if not weeks!
The crop stung my naked flesh, and I desperately sought release from my trial. But again the steel and leather defeated me. There would be no escape from the prison of my own making until Mark was finished with me!
“Owwww!” I cried again as the crop struck my pretty breasts.
It was during this second series of strokes with the crop that something strange began to happen. Before, every time that the crop struck me, it hurt! But now, my flesh marked by the crop, I actually began to feel pleasure!
My heart racing I again pulled at my wrist cuffs, in a futile attempt to escape my discipline. But did I really want to? Being bound and vulnerable like this was new to me, and I was at Mark’s mercy! This wasn’t just going to bed with a guy I liked, no this was definitely something a lot more intense than just sex!
I could, of course, call “pain” and everything would come to an end. Not only my punishment, but my relationship with Mark as well. That was a chance that I didn’t want to take, and if the cost my love was my naked body, then so be it!
The frequency and force of the strokes began to lessen, and I knew then that my chastisement was just about over. I tried to stand tall and proud in my bondage, and when Mark offered me the crop’s handle, I kissed it eagerly.
“How do you feel?” Mark asked.
“Fine, Master,” I replied.
“Would you like to see how you look?” he asked.
“Yes, Master, please?”
When he turned to mirror towards me, I expected that my flesh would be striped like a zebra. Instead I had just a few stripes that looked mild and would fade shortly.
Once I had locked myself out of my apartment in the summer and a neighbor helped me crawl in through an open window. I had cut and bruised my legs on the sill and rosebush nearby.
The next day I was out on a date and I wore a skirt, and it seemed like every other girl was looking at me. Finally in the ladies room another girl asked me if my date had abused me, and I told her the story but I don’t think that she believed me.
Now I had gone under the riding crop for Valentine’s Day, the holiday of love. How strange!
“Thank you, Master for the punishment that I have received and the marks I’ll carry for a while,” I said.
“You’re welcome, darling, now let me release you.”
The motor was activated again, and my feet rediscovered the floor. I stood unsteadily as Mark unsnapped the spreader bar from the ceiling chain, and my arms fell to my tummy. Mark supported me and sat me on the stool.
I sat impassively as he unlocked my hands, only to be surprised when he locked them again behind my back! My ankles were freed, and Mark hung the spreader bars back on the wall rack where I had removed them from. Then he took a leash and clipped it to my collar.
“Follow me to the bedroom,” he ordered.
With my hands locked behind my back, I followed Mark in silence to his bedroom. I had only spent a few nights here since I preferred him to stay at my place. But now that I was his submissive I knew that this was going to change from now on.
He sat me down on the bed and removed my locked shoes, and then made me drink a glass of water. He asked if I had to go to the bathroom, and I said no, not yet. Then he undressed, removing his shoes, mock turtleneck, black jeans, and underwear, all placing them neatly on a chair next to the bed.
Mark then unlocked my hands, and said “on all fours, please!”
“Yes, Master!” I cried in delight. Finally a boyfriend who was going to make love to me in my favorite position!
I got on the bed as ordered, and Mark unrolled a condom onto his erect member. He held onto my hips, and his cock found it’s way between my legs and into my hot waiting sex. He thrust inside, making me gasp with pain and delight, and soon began to piston his shaft inside me!
“Ahhhh! Ahhhh!” Ahhhh!” I cried with pleasure as his rod pounded into me again and again.
I had never felt such intense sexual sensations before! It was as if my cropping had intensified my sexual responses to Mark’s thrustings inside my pussy!
“Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhh!” I moaned.
“What do you desire more, my crop or my prick?” Mark asked.
With the memory of his cropping still fresh in my mind, I really couldn’t answer. I had never confessed that I had begun to like the crop during the second series of harsher strokes, so in reality I now wanted them both: his crop and his prick!
“Both, Master!” I answered.
Sexually, I had never felt like this before. My whole naked body felt like it was fire, a combination of the riding crop and now Mark’s taking me from behind had lit a sexual fire within me that I had never experienced before!
“Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!” I cried out with pleasure.
“Next time I’ll fuck you with a gag in your mouth, and your pleasure will be further increased!” said Mark.
At that moment I would have done anything that Mark had asked, but all I was concentrating on was his cock in my pussy. I felt his hardness inside me shudder, and I knew that both he and I were about to climax together.
Then I felt his cock jerk in the latex, and we both came with a shuddering, moaning climax together at the same time! I felt as if a bomb had exploded inside me, and suddenly the crop marks that I had taken to get them didn’t matter.
He came time after time inside me, his cock slamming into my clit, banging me to one orgasm after another. When he was spent he rested against me, still holding onto my hips, his breathing ragged after the exertion of lovemaking.
“That was fantastic, Master,” I said between gasps of breathing, the sweat pouring from my fevered body.
“Very good, Amy,” Mark said as he withdrew from me, and holding his hand over his cock to prevent losing the condom, “I’ll be back,” as he staggered to the bathroom.
I remained on all fours on the bed, not having been given permission to do anything else. I waited in silence as Mark attended to himself, my hands still locked together.
“You may be seated,” he said when he returned from the bathroom, when he saw that I was still in the same position when he had left me.
“Thank you,” I said, as I finally sat on my bottom. Striped by the crop I knew that every time I sat down this week, I’d remember this night!
“Do you want to use the bathroom?” he asked.
“Yes, Master, please,” I begged.
He unlocked my wrists, and I walked to the bathroom. As a slave, I realized that I now had no privacy, so I didn’t close the door. Instead, I attended to my toilet with the door open, and Mark ignored my bodily functions. After washing myself and taking a good drink, I rejoined him.
Mark was naked and sitting on the bed, and I knelt at his feet. I waited for him to tell me what to do next!
In my absence I noted that Mark had placed a crop and paddle on his night table! So it was possible that I would again be punished that night!
“Come to bed and we shall have sex again!”
Mark climbed under the covers and I joined him, and he held me tenderly in his arms. Just a short time ago he had been using a riding crop on my bare body, now he was holding me warmly! Meanwhile I was still wearing a collar and bracelets, reminding me of my new position in our relationship.
“I have many other instruments that I can use on you: the cane, the whip, and the paddle. Would you like to experience more of them?” he asked.
“Yes, Master,” I replied.
What was I getting into? Brandi had suggested I place myself in bondage to please Mark, and then I had asked to be his love slave, and now that was coming true! If Mark was as skilled with the whip as he was with the crop I was certainly going to be in for quite a painful training period.
His cock soon stirred to hardness again, and he unrolled another condom over it as it sprang to erection. I opened my legs to receive him, and he again plunged inside me, his shaft filling my hot hole and driving me wild.
As the bed rocked I could hear the D rings on my collar and bracelets tinkle in response, like small bells as the stainless steel pieces rang against each other.
Mark pounded his hard cock into me again and again, and we moaned together our passions synchronized again as he drove me into the mattress! I’ve never been with another man who could do this to me, and I certainly wasn’t going to give Mark to Brandi now!
In my mind’s eye I saw Brandi downstairs, naked and chained, being flogged by Mark, and enjoying every stroke! Had she told me everything about all of her kinky sexual experiences, or had she held something back? Had she gone under the lash before?
I was suddenly brought back to reality, Here I was, being jealous of my best girlfriend over whether she had ever been flogged before!
“Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhh!” I cried, as we both neared climax.
I could feel Mark’s sweat drip down onto me as our passions combined, then his cock pumped his seed into the latex condom again, the hot liquid driving me to another earth shattering climax!
We moaned together again and again, our limbs intertwined, my legs holding Mark to me so that he could drive deeper into my hot pussy! Mark, exhausted by the effort, collapsed onto me, and I held him tightly to my naked body.
He took several deep breaths, and I could feel his shaft shrink as his fantastic erection soon passed.
“That was fantastic,” said Mark.
“Yes, Master.”
I released my legs from around his body, and soon he was no longer inside me. He withdrew to the bathroom to clean himself up, but quickly rejoined me under the covers.
We lay together quietly, in each other’s arms. I thought that he would drift off to sleep, but instead he got a second wind!
“Do you want to go to the bathroom again?” Mark asked.
“No thank you, Master,” I told him.
“You’ve got to be chained up for the night,” Mark replied.
From the night-table he removed a leather extension that he locked to my collar which extended a few inches downward, to which he locked both of my wrists. Then a small chain was used to lock my collar to one of the bedposts. He kissed me tenderly on the lips, and was soon asleep.
I lay awake on my back, my hands locked before me as if in prayer. I couldn’t touch either my breasts, and certainly not my pussy, which was probably the intention all along! Soon the events of the night finally took their toll, and I joined Mark in sleep. The world faded from view.
It wasn’t until April that Brandi and I met together again for lunch. In March she had come down with pneumonia, and even though I called to say I’d take care of her, she had urged me to stay away so that I wouldn’t get sick as well.
Then both of us got busy at work, so our monthly lunch just had to wait. But finally, in the middle of April, we met again as usual.
Brandi had arrived early and was seated at a booth when I came in. I scanned the restaurant, and walked over to join her.
“Brandi!” I greeted her, “it’s been too long,” we kissed and sat down together.
“You look very good, Amy. How’s everything?” she asked.
“Great! After your idea to place myself in bondage for Mark it transformed our relationship.”
“Amy, what’s that collar you’re wearing?” Brandi asked.
“That’s just it,” I told her softly, “I’m Mark’s collared slave, we signed a contract together.”
“Huh? Slave contract? What are you talking about?”
“I’m famished, mind if I order?” I asked, “I’d really like to eat lunch.”
“Sure,” Brandi replied.
Once I had ordered an I had a Diet Coke in front of me I began to relate the whole story. Of how Mark had freed me and we went out to Dinner, ending up at his place and my discovery of his bondage playroom. I described our bondage scene, and Brandi looked shocked when I described how I had endured the riding crop.
“I just can’t believe that you allowed yourself to be punished like that! Two weeks before you didn’t even want to wear his rubber bra & panty. Now you get thrashed with a riding crop!” commented Brandi.
“You know, Brandi, the strangest thing happened after a while as I was being cropped. Yes it hurt, and I moaned and screamed, more with fright than actual pain as the crop struck me time after time. But then I began to feel pleasure! I know that it sounds weird, but it’s true! By the time he finished I was ready to come!” I told her.
“Why didn’t you?” Brandi asked.
“Because he didn’t want me to, that’s why! He wanted to take me to bed, and I’ve finally found a man who’ll do me doggy style from behind!” I told her softly.
“That’s been one of your complaints for years,” Brandi replied.
“I thought that it was worth the cost of a few marks on me, besides they faded quickly anyway,” I told her.
“Let me see this collar you’re wearing?” Brandi asked.
I pulled at the small leather collar that had a small symbolic D ring in front. It was secured in back with a roller buckle that I was allowed to open.
“After we signed a slave contract that Mark printed up off the net, he gave me this collar to wear. It’s like an engagement ring that says I belong to him.”
“Slave contract?” Brandi asked, “you’ve got to be kidding!”
“Well it’s not legally binding, obviously. It’s more a code of conduct between us. Mark promises to protect me, and it lays out strict guidelines about what he can & can’t do; and I have to obey him and submit to his discipline.”
“Okay, what can’t he do?” Brandi asked.
“Screw me up the ass, which I’ve never really liked,” I replied.
“And you enjoy being his slave?”
“I love it! For the first time I really like going out with a guy who treats me properly.”
“By keeping you in bondage and using a whip on you?”
“You’re the one who said that I should cater to his interests, remember?”
“I guess so.”
We chatted about the usual things, money, work, our families. But the collar had introduced a new factor in our relationship – just like when a girl gets an engagement ring.
“Does he flog you every weekend?” Brandi asked.
“No, silly, not every time we meet! I had my period last weekend, so he cooked dinner and we had a quiet weekend at home together.”
“You sound terribly domestic,” said Brandi.
“We’re just like any other couple,” I told her, “except that I submit myself totally to him, and he keeps me in thrall with the whip.”
“Sounds nice. My new boyfriend wants to double date next week, want to join us?”
“When did you start dating again?” I asked Brandi.
“We met in the Library on Sunday a few weeks ago, he took me out for coffee afterwards. On our third date I got him into bed. Matthew is rather nice,” Brandi replied.
“I’ll ask Mark, I can’t see why not,” I told her.
After lunch we kissed and parted. On the way home and before my date with Mark that evening I had to do some shopping.
It was in the Computer Store that it happened. I was picking out an external Hard Drive when the sales clerk came over to help (a pretty girl in her 20s) when I noticed that we were wearing the exact same collar!
She winked at me as I made my purchase, complete with a knowing smile. On her left hand was the same ring that I had seen in the movie version of “O”; so this was no fluke!
I drove home confident that there were others like me; and looked forward to my scene with Mark that night.
He had promised that for the first time I’d be punished with a ball-gag in my mouth, and my safeword would be to hold some coins in my hand. He said that being gagged introduced a whole new level of being helpless.
The night couldn’t come fast enough!
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