To the readers: If you find humiliation and pain between a good Dom and a trusting Sub a turn off or offensive, this may not be a story you will like. If however, you are as into this as we are, I would love to hear your feedback and comments.
To my DOM: You know who you are. Thank you so much for supporting my writing and encouraging me to publish this even though I wrote it for you and never intended to share it with the world. You make me confident, you make me feel sexy, you make me feel so incredibly alive and good, and most importantly Baby, you make me cum back for more.
She stood in the middle of the bedroom naked, with her hands on her head like she had been told to do. Her pulse quickened and her heart thumped in her chest as she watched him survey every angle of her naked body. Her rich, long brown hair hung down her back, her older and softer, but yet appealing body starting to come alive. She wasn't what she was 20 years ago, but she wasn't bad for almost 40. She did however, need to get her ass from in front of the computer at least an hour a day and get back to the gym, lose the rest of the weight and tone up.
She could see the wheels of deviation turning in his sick head. His sickness fascinated her. He could turn it on so very easily. It came so natural to him and it intrigued her. It was kind of like the fascination a girl has watching her man shave his face or mow the lawn. It was something that was totally manly that he did with such care and expertise. As a bonus, his sick mind also fueled her sickness and brought it to the surface where it belonged.
She loved so much that he was able to share his twisted needs with her, but loved even more the he allowed her to share her own twisted fantasies with him, without judgment. Between the two of them they had more than a few of things they wanted to do to each other and have done by the other. Their trust and curiosity allowed them to explore things others thought really didn't occur in 'real life'.
"Put your hands behind your back," he said easily in a firm tone. No doubt about it, he was in charge now.
She complied quickly. She had been fantasizing for quite some time that he would do this to her. She had even written it all out for him and left it in a place he didn't expect, hoping he would get the hint.
He placed his handcuffs on her and fastened them together behind her back before placing a quick link in the middle of the chain between her wrists. He then grabbed her dirty thong off the floor that she had so casually let fall to the floor immediately upon their entrance to the bedroom and stuffed it in her mouth.
Although it was her idea, it shocked her that he would actually do something so humiliating to her. And she loved it! She wanted to feel everything there was to feel with him. There was no one in the world she could ever do this hardcore stuff with, or wanted to for that matter. She was unsure, however, how he felt. Once he crossed the line to such humiliation, would he love and respect her more or less? Would he be able to separate the game of it all? Would he think of her as a cheap bondage whore or was their bond strong enough to experiment with this stuff? She thought it was and hoped he would too.
He grabbed the roll of duct tape he had brought in and threw a strip over her mouth to keep the thong in and her screams muffled.
She barely had time to react before he threw out his next command.
"Lay on the floor, on your stomach." He barked and she sunk to the floor.
He placed the ankle cuffs on her and chained them together. Her nipples hardened knowing her tortures were forthcoming. The anticipation of what was to come filled her head and the energy it produced ran through her veins as she started to sweat.
She was on his floor naked on her face, her hands bound behind her back, ankles bound, and her mouth full of her own dirty panties, taped shut. Her pussy was getting moist at his game playing. Her mind became totally oblivious to the outside world as she fell under his spell. If you would have asked her what her name was, she would have hesitated a moment before answering.
He straddled her naked back and placed the collar she had worn so many times around her neck, backwards, the loop at the base of her skull. He placed a clasp to a chain and attached it to her collar. He fastened the same chain to her cuffed hands and her bound legs, hogtying her. The cool chain running down her spine gave her goose bumps. He pulled everything tight so she was totally bound, helpless and at his mercy. Her legs rose up to meet her hands in a most uncomfortable way.
Suddenly she heard other chains being brought out. There was just something about the sound of those chains that about brought her to the edge when she heard them. She couldn't get enough of that sound. She didn't know why, but she didn't really care either. It was who she was and she couldn't help it. She just new that the sound of the clanking metal made her almost beg for punishment.
The first thing she always did when they weren't together and she was missing him a lot was to grab her own set of chains and bind herself to her own bed, alone, usually to sleep like that for the night. Most times she would reward herself the next morning with a few hours of perverted masturbation with him playing the lead in her cum producing fantasies.
Suddenly, he fastened two chains to the chain running down her spine and it got silent for a minute before she felt herself get lifted, hogtied, in the air. Suspended in submission!
She stared, gagged, at the floor that seemed a dangerous fall to hit if he didn't secure her well enough and wondered what was going to come next.
She heard the rattle and then felt an intense coldness at the base of her neck.
"Ice," she thought.
He ran the ice cube at a snails pace down her spine, between her shoulder blades, to her lower back, down the crack of her ass, over her backdoor, stopping at her pussy and poking it into her hot fuck hole. It melted immediately and she felt the water pour out of her, dripping to the floor.
He grabbed another cube and picked up where he left off starting at her iced fuck hole and up to her clit.
"MMMMMMMMMM," she said as her clitty shrunk briefly from the coldness.
He grabbed a hand full of ice and held it tight to her clit and pussy lips. She started to thrash at the uncomfortable feeling of being frozen down there and he grabbed her and held tight with the ice. She began to shiver at the coldness and thought she had lost all feeling down there when.......
RIP!!!!
"OOOOHHHH FFFFUUUUCCKKK," she screamed at the enormous pain despite the icing. He had just pierced her pussy lip with a barb less fishing hook he had just bought for his 'catch and release' fishing trip the following weekend.
She saw spots for a second. She lost her breath. Oh, Fuck, that hurt! She wanted to grab her crotch and roll on the ground in the worse way. Too bad she was over six feet off the ground.
She was hogtied in the air, her limbs grabbing on for dear life, rigid from the pain, her hair hanging down covering her face, her usual piercings in place, the new one bleeding and throbbing.
He could not believe she just let him do that. He did really love that her body was all his to do with what he wanted. She had given him that a few months ago. He realized now that she had not rescinded the deal and it was still his. She had double dog dared him to do this in her note. He had no choice. Wasn't his fault.
He grabbed the flogger that she had just bought for them and started painting her pussy with it lightly. Her muscles relaxed as much as they could with the light touches of the flogger. It felt so good. As with her professionally done pussy piercing, the pain lasted only a few brief seconds. She was only concentrating on the whippings.
"uuuummmm," she groaned, gagged in mid air. It felt lit a million kisses on her newly abused twat. That was before he picked up speed. She groaned with pleasure and slight discomfort as his whipping increased in intensity and speed. He cracked her tits with the tails of the now fast moving weapon.
"NNNNGGGHHHH," came through her taped mouth as her head arched back and her body swayed in the air.
CRACK! To her ass cheeks.
"AAAAAWWWNNNNGGG," she sputtered almost.
CRACK! To her pussy.
CRACK! To her tits again.
"AAAAWWWWW," she tried to scream.
The flogger bit her hard and fast in her most sensitive places. The flogger hurt like hell but yet felt so good. The feeling of being at the mercy of someone you trust with your every molecule made her want more. Made it feel so fucking good, but hurt so bad at the same time.
She once, for a brief period of time had a safe word. She had used it three times on two occasions. It never produced good results. The one time she REALLY needed it, it did no good. She couldn't think straight enough to remember it before she passed out. The same night she used it later and he questioned his techniques and abilities. The second and third time was in a different night months later and the use of her word made her feel weak, insecure, and like she disappointed him.
From now on the name of the city that had severed as her safe word was just a place they each lived, a very long time ago. Not a safe haven from each other. They knew each other too well. She trusted he knew when enough was enough. He would never hurt her permanently, and she liked him hurting her temporarily, got off on it actually. And if he did happen to accidentally hurt her, she was confident that he could tend to her and seek the right help. NO more safe words she had decided. She wasn't going to ever be handed the 'pussy out' card again. It just was not her thing.
