Chapter 6: BDSM but light
This is the sixth chapter in this series, and although it is a stand-alone story that can be enjoyed on its own, you may want to read the previous published chapters first, as it gives context to the somewhat peculiar carnal relationship between Anita and I. If you read Chapters 1 to 3, it will lead to a better understanding of this story, I think.
Will was just one of those guys; a great and loyal friend, a good drinking buddy and somebody who was always game for a new adventure, whether it was skydiving, mountaineering, adventure hikes or whatever. Since Will moved overseas, we only saw each other infrequently, but kept contact through correspondence. Although we hardly ever shared personal details, we used to send each other jokes and quotes over WhatsApp. Will's problem was that he completely lacked filters; when I received something from Will, I was careful not to open it when others were around, as it was most often between NSFW and pornographic. I mostly wiped his messages after reading it, worried that I may be in an accident, and others finding the material on my phone while looking for contacts.
One evening I was working late, and when my phone pinged, I saw that Will had sent me a video. Since I was alone, I opened it. The video depicted an attractive woman with dark hair and pale skin, tied up by her wrists and ankles to a heavy wooden frame in a darkened room, with a just a few lights lighting her up. She wore a type of satin corset, drawn in to its maximum, accentuating her narrow waistline, but stopping halfway up her breasts like a shelf bra, leaving her nipples, and most of her breasts exposed. Her legs were encased in thigh high black lace top stockings, held up with black suspenders connected to a garter belt around her waist. She wore no panties, and her private parts were completely smooth. Her darkly mascaraed eyes were closed, and she made no movement initially.
A man's voice could be heard off-camera, saying "Do you like that, my little bitch?"
She opened her eyes and focused somewhere behind the camera.
"Yes, Master". She sounded French, as she pronounced it as "Masteegh".
"Will you submit now, my little whore?"
"Yes, Master"
"To whatever I do now, you little slut?"
"Yes, Master"
A stockily built man, wearing a dark suit appeared from behind the camera, holding a leather riding crop. He walked towards her, slapping the tress of the crop against his trouser leg.
"What do you say?"
"Please, Master?"
"What?", he thundered.
"Yes, please Master" she said softly.
He lifted the crop, and gave her splayed pussy a couple of little pats with the tress.
"Say it again" he demanded.
"Yes! Please, Master!" she cried out.
He lifted the crop again, but only to hip height, and with a deft back hand, he smacked her inner thigh with the tress, making a hard slapping sound. She cried out, and the man moved to the left, leaving the camera to record a red welt on her lily-white skin.
"What do you say?"
"Thank you, Master!" She appeared to be enjoying herself, although that cut with the crop must have stung like hell.
From the left of the camera, the man's arm appeared, holding the crop, and he gave her a whack on her other inner thigh, this time a little higher - it could not have been more than three inches from her pussy. She recoiled, and immediately a red welt appeared on her white skin.
"Thank you, Master! Thank you for teaching me manners!" Tears were running down her cheeks, but she was smiling.
The man walked back into the picture, and licked the leather handle of the crop. He inserted it into her pussy, leaving it to dangle there. He bent down, and undid to metal clips on the corners of the frame, leaving another clip in the middle. The frame must have been suspended from above, as he turned it around 180 degrees, showing her back. She had three or four similar welts across her buttocks, and some more on the backs of her legs. The man walked back towards the camera. He was completely grey, and appeared to be in his late 60's. He looked at the camera, and said softly "This is what happens to a disrespectful whore".
He walked back to the frame where his victim was once again motionless, and took with him a rope that stretched up, out of the camera frame. For the next two minutes, he kept himself busy clipping the end of the rope into the clip in the corner of the frame, undoing the clip in the middle, and clipping another rope that he fetched from somewhere in the darkness at the back onto the other bottom corner of the frame. Off-camera, one could hear the sound of an electric motor, winding up the two ropes at the bottom to the same height as the top of the frame, leaving the girl in the frame suspended horizontally, and at a 90-degree angle to the camera. Her back was arched, and her breasts were hanging free. The riding crop fell from her pussy and clattered on the floor. The man appeared from the left of the picture, holding a remote control with which he adjusted the length of the ropes until the frame was hanging vertically, suspended by only by two ropes. The girl in the frame was now completely upside down. He undid the clip at the bottom of the frame, and handed the rope to somebody off-camera. He used the remote control to hoist the frame a little higher, until the girl's mouth was right at his crotch height.
The man undid his zipper, hauling out an adequate length cock, but the girth was unbelievable; it was like a stub from a tree branch. I doubted whether any woman would be able to get her mouth around it. His cock was stiff already, but he gave it a few wanks just for good measure.
"What does a little whore slave say when she sees this?" he commanded.
"Yes, Master, please teach your little whore slave!" she responded.
The suited man gave the heavy frame a little nudge with his foot, causing it to swing away slightly. He held his dick ready, and when it slowly swung back, he adjusted his angle ever so slightly, causing her open mouth to connect with his perpendicular penis, and it went in about halfway before the frame swung away again. As the frame swung towards him again, he grabbed her around her narrow waist, and proceeded to throat fuck her vigorously. I got a little bored with this after a while, and forwarded the video to see whether anything interesting was in store, other than a forced blow job. I forwarded too far, and the next scene I saw was an interview with the girl in the video. I rewound, and saw that the video ended with the suited man ejaculating all over the girl in the frame's face, hair and breasts. It seems as though that was that.
After the credits, the interview with the girl started. It appeared to have been filmed straight after the torture film. She was wearing a white gown, sitting at a table in a room that was better lit than that in the video, but with rough walls and a slate floor. It looked like an old farmhouse or a barn. She had removed most of her makeup, but there were still smudges of mascara around her yes. Even so, she was still very pretty, even looking a bit younger than she looked in the film. The interviewer asked the girl whether she enjoyed making the video, and she explained in a heavy French accent that she was naturally submissive, and like being tied up. Most of all, she got incredibly turned on when experiencing pain. She continued that knew and trusted the actor in the video (she referred to him as "Mikey") and even when not acting in paid films, they liked to "play" together. The interview ended with the interviewer saying that she hoped to see a lot more of the actress, and concluded with a close up shot of her face, saying "I hope so too!"
I was strangely, but incredibly turned on by the video, and had to go to the restroom to wank off, imagining myself doing unmentionable things to a woman who is tied up and helpless. Back in the office, I sent Will a "Wow!", saved the video to an encrypted file, and deleted the video from my App. I found it hard to fall asleep, mulling over why that video had such an effect on me. I have never before considered BDSM, and would never consider intentionally hurting a woman, but the actress in the video apparently enjoyed being tied up, abused and hurt, and even said so in the interview!
My thoughts turned to Anita and her unconditional undertaking to say yes to whatever I could think of. I realised that what we had was a type of emotional, if not physical, bondage, with me being the master and Anita the slave.
For the next few days, the video was never far from my mind, and I spent many an hour surfing the internet for BDSM. I discovered that there was a whole range of types of BDSM, from light (with handcuffs and blindfolds) to heavy, with girls tied up in dungeons, getting whipped until they bleed, and groups of hooded men (and women!) taking their turns to fuck and fist the girls in every possible orifice.