The Taste of Restraint

It was a clear evening. A gentle breeze blew through the trees and stars littered the sky, the moon hung large and heavy. A tall apartment block stood above the rest of the town like a concrete guardian. On the seventeenth floor a window was open.

The room was small and sparsely decorated. The top half of the walls were lined with dark wood panelling, whilst black leather lined the bottom half. The moonlight shining through the open window gave the surroundings a silver glow. The appearance was that of an upscale restaurant - classy, elegant and yet simplistic. There were no decorations except a single picture: a black and white silhouette of a woman. A medium sized chest sat in one corner. The room was spotless, it looked as though the owner took very good care of things.

In the centre of the room a naked woman was tied to a large wooden table. The bottom half of her legs hung off the edge and her ankles were fastened to the legs of the table with padded cuffs leaving her pussy spread and exposed. Her wrists were tied together with a firm black rope, which had been stretched over her head and fixed to a metal ring. She had a silk blindfold over her eyes and was completely helpless as she lay there, her breasts slowly rising and falling with each breath.

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Jennifer North was a short brunette woman, she had the slim body of someone blessed with a fast enough metabolism that she didn't need to spend hours at the gym - which was good as she rarely had time. She had large brown eyes that people always commented looked cartoon-like, a small perky nose and soft, subtle lips. Her face was rounded with long hair that was tied up in a pony-tail. She had firm, average sized breasts with perky nipples, growing up she had always wished they were bigger but nowadays she rather liked their size, they were big enough to be noticed but not overwhelming. Her pussy was clean shaven and looked delicate and fresh, her ass was a perfectly rounded dome.

Jennifer worked as a teacher in the local primary school and part-time as a freelance writer to pay for her apartment, this meant she had little time to date or even for something more casual - she would go out to bars and clubs on occasion, but this was only for someone's birthday. Whilst there she would inevitably end up making out with someone, but it would amount to nothing as her friends dragged her off elsewhere. This meant Jennifer would often have to masturbate at home, she owned quite a variety of dildos and vibrators. At first these were amazing as she enjoyed exploring her own body and bringer herself to orgasm, to begin with she would tremble as the waves of pleasure rocked over her body with the vibrator pressed hard down on her clit. The vibrating dildos felt amazing as well, the way they slipped in and went as deep in her pussy as she wanted, with varying levels of vibration and speeds, she could come multiple times in one sitting. Sometimes when she was feeling particularly daring she would take one to work and sneak into the toilets during her lunch break. The thrill of doing it somewhere she shouldn't and the need to be silent added to the thrill.

But over time, as she exhausted the different options, she felt like the excitement and level of pleasure had drastically decreased. It just wasn't the same as it once was, the orgasms seemed to be getting shorter and she began thinking of new ideas. The internet yielded a mixed selection, some of which looked good, some bad and some just painful. But as she was scrolling through one website she noticed a post from a man named John Doe; clearly a fake name she thought, but what he was speaking about left Jennifer intrigued.

Mr. Doe spoke about completely relinquishing control. Handing the reigns of sexual pleasure over to someone else, for that person to be in complete control over what your body will feel and experience. Jennifer smirked and closed her laptop, she was adventurous, she thought, but that was one step too far.

As the days passed, she found that she could not stop thinking about Mr. Doe's words. Complete control. That was was intrigued her, could she bring herself to give someone else complete power over her, not just her orgasms but her entire body, they could do what they liked. It was a scary thought, and yet Jennifer couldn't help but notice that she was aroused. She felt the early stirring of heat within her. Her pussy had become wet at the thought and she could feel the fabric of her lavender thong already soaking up the moisture. It was as if her mind and body were at war with one another. Her sensible head was pushing the idea down, whilst her body was craving for release, for something new and untried, for something different.

That evening she went back and found the site she had initially seen the post on. After a few minutes she had navigated to a place where she could send him a message. With careful consideration of each word, she wrote:

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Hi John,

I noticed a post of yours on control in another forum and I must say it intrigued me.

I would be interested in learning more about it - can we discuss?

Thanks, J

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Her breath quickened and she could feel her heart ringing in her ears. Did she dare to click submit? With a sharp intake of breath she clicked enter. That was it, a sound confirmed the message had been delivered. Jennifer sat back, and let out a sigh. I need a drink, she thought.

As she poured herself a large glass of wine, she heard a message come through. Her heart nearly leapt out of her mouth. Had he responded already? She hurried back over the laptop and sure enough there was a reply. It read:

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I don't do discussions. I merely demonstrate.

Friday. 8pm sharp.

Apartment xxx, Maxwell Tower.

Knock exactly three times.

Mr. Doe

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Jennifer could not believe it. This man had given her a date and a time in one simple message. Friday, that was three days from now, it felt very sudden but all least it would give her enough time to think about it, she said to herself.

The next three days passed by, all the while Jennifer didn't stop thinking about the appointment. She had even masturbated to the thought of what might happen, what he might do to her, what he might make her feel. And so on Friday, at exactly 7:58pm, she stood in a fancy looking hallway, staring at the dark apartment door with the number 1703 on it. Her palms were sweaty and she had butterflies in her stomach, she hesitated and considered turning around and going home. But, having looked at her phone and watched it turn to 8pm, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door exactly three times.

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As Jennifer lay there, her naked body stretched on the table, blindfolded and hearing nothing but the sound of her breath and the distant traffic on the street seventeen floors below, she felt a mix of excitement and fear. John Doe had initially tied her up, put the blindfold on her and promptly left the room. How long had she been left like this, alone with her thoughts, was it five minutes, was it an hour? She couldn't tell, there was too much going on in her mind for her to keep account of time passing.

The door to the room opened, Jennifer was suddenly on edge, she naturally tried to adjust her body position but the restraints held her firmly in place. She heard the door close and lock, her breath became shallow and quicker.

John Doe, switched on the light, the red bulb bathed the room in a weak glow, it gave a mysterious feel to the room. He was a tall, average sized man dressed in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark trousers that looked like they belonged with a suit. A shiny metal watch was wrapped around his wrist. He had thick, blonde hair that naturally fell back in waves. He had piercing blue eyes and a slightly crooked nose, his lips were large and pressed together tightly. He strode over to the window, closed it and shut the blinds. Any noise from the street below was now gone. Jennifer could only hear her own breathing.

"Now then," said John, in a strong yet subtle voice, exuding with it an air of confidence and purpose. It sounded like he was in his element now, this was his arena and he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

"You are free to stop this at any time," he continued, "you must simply say the word clementine."

"You will always address me as sir," he went on, "and finally you will not come without my permission, do you understand these rules?"

"I do," Jennifer replied with a small smile. At that she heard something whistle through the air, followed by a loud crack and a stinging pain on the inside of her left thigh. She let out a stifled shriek and gasped. John Doe had quietly taken out a short, thin cane with a small square piece of leather at the end of it and had given her a taste.

"Yes what?" John said fiercely. It was a good thing the blindfold was on, she thought, as her eyes began to water at the shock of what had just happened.

"Yes, sir," she said timidly, trying her best to stop her voice from breaking.

"That's better," he said, "now, we can begin."

John returned to the chest sat in the corner, he lifted the top and stood peering into its contents for a moment, his eyes scanning for something. Having located what he was looking for, he reached in a pulled out a ball gag - it was a small pink, plastic ball with black leather straps. He walked purposefully over to Jennifer and bent down such that his face was level with her head on the table, with the outside of his right hand he gently stroked Jennifer's cheek. She jumped at the contact.

"Open you mouth," he whispered. She dutifully complied and he carefully placed the bright pink ball in her open mouth, lifting her head, he fastened the straps tightly behind her. At this Jennifer could feel herself becoming aroused, her heart was beating faster but it was her pussy where she could feel it now. She felt the aching need for something to touch her pussy, to make her feel release. The wetness of her pussy didn't go unnoticed; the low red glow of the light made it shine.

"Well, well," John smirked, "you're already wet and we've barely begun."

John went back over to the chest and pulled out a pair of metal nipple clamps attached at by a thin metal chain.

"Let's see if you can handle these," John started, and with a swift, forceful motion he had grabbed hold of her left breast and placed the clamp hard on her erect nipple. Jennifer moaned with pain, but what shocked her was that it wasn't a bad pain. In a way she almost enjoyed it, which was evidenced by the small fire that was beginning to burn inside her. As she was moaning, John had moved over and grabbed her other breast and fiercely clamped the other nipple. Both had become red from the action, she lie there with the chain connecting the two clamps sat on her stomach.

"Excellent," John said softly. He picked up the chain and began to gently pull it. The feeling on Jennifer's nipples was hard to describe, it felt as though someone was pinching them and the addition of the pulling only served to make her squirm against her restraints and moan loudly. Was she enjoying this? She decided to forget what her mind was telling her and focus on her body, which, given by the wetness that was now covering her spread pussy, was telling her she was.

"You see," John began, "by taking away one of your senses, your sight on this occasion, other things you experience become magnified. And by introducing some pain into sexual pleasure, your release will be even more intense." Jennifer could barely concentrate on his words, the pain from the sharp tugs John was now delivering to her nipple clamps were causing her to lose all focus on the real world.

Just as she could feel her eyes beginning to water again, John mercifully stopped and lay the chain back down on her stomach. She let out a low, slow moan as he did and slowly sank into a new space, one where her body was the only thing that existed. There was no external world, only her body and the feelings it possessed.

John had gone to the chest and returned with what looked like a remote control with a glass ball on top, inside were two thin metal wires. With a click he switched it on, it didn't make a sound. He slowly lowered the glass ball and touched Jennifer's naked stomach - there was a sharp static crack. Jennifer let out a squeal, it wasn't a lasting pain, more of a sudden shock. John lowered the glass ball again, this time just below her belly button, once more it made a sharp static crack. She squirmed and tried to move her arms and legs, but it was no use, she was completely exposed. Her breathing had become sharper and more shallow, with the blindfold on she couldn't tell what this thing was or where it would strike next.

Sensing her agitation, John said with an air of authority, "it's an interesting sensation isn't it? Short, sharp and yet you feel weird for a good few seconds afterwards. It's an electro-ball." Jennifer's mind raced, she had never even considered something like this, what else did he have in store for her? John lowered the glass ball again, this time it was on her inner thigh, just where she had felt the sting of the cane minutes ago. She jumped, her leg twitched, he brought it down again, this time on the other thigh, the breaks in between his shocks getting shorter and shorter, falling into a continuous rhythm, meanwhile Jennifer was letting out high pitched squeaks at every jolt. She was moving about on the table, trying to avoid the shocks that rained down on her but she couldn't get away. Then finally he stopped. She let out a deep sigh, saliva was dripping from the side of her mouth from having the ball gag in for so long. But without warning John pressed the glass ball down for one final shock, only this time he had pressed it against her open, soaking pussy, and he wasn't letting go.

Jennifer let out a moan. This wasn't the short, sharp jolts of static like before - no, this was a strong current pulsing through her pussy, starting at the exposed lips, stimulating her hard clit, transitioning deep inside the soft interior, her own juices conducting the current. It felt like nothing she had ever experienced, it wasn't pain or pleasure, just simply stimulation, the nerves throughout her body felt as though they had been suddenly awoken and every touch was extremely sensitive. With that John switched off the machine and, smiling to himself, took out a magic wand vibrator.

"Now do you feel it?" he asked rhetorically, "do you feel like every inch of your body, every hair, every cell is awake?" Jennifer made a sound, which he took as indication that she did.

"You've been a good girl so far," he continued, "I think you've earned a little reward." He switched on the vibrator and a gentle hum floated through the room. Now that was a sound Jennifer was familiar with, she felt a gentle relief at the knowing what was coming next.

John moved round to position himself next to her pussy, it was still glistening from her juices as a result of the nipple clamps and electric shocks. He aligned the head of the vibrator with her exposed clit and pressed it down firmly. Jennifer felt the vibrations like a lightning bolt, she was used to doing this to herself, but this felt different, John's warm up had enhanced everything she was feeling. The vibrations coursed through her body, increasing the ball of fire that was now raging in her pussy, she let out long, low moans of pleasure, this felt amazing. Her legs were tingling and her toes curled, the pressure was building in her pussy, she wanted to cry out, to scream at the new sensations she was feeling, her orgasm was building like a dam ready to burst, she was ready to come harder than she had ever come before. Her moaning became louder and louder until she was almost there, she could feel it, seconds away from climax - but before she could John took the vibrator off her pussy.

Jennifer shrieked in frustration, she writhed on the table at the shock and horror of being so close to coming and then having it ripped away at the last second. She protested as much as she could through the ball gag.

"Now, now don't be greedy," John said with a wry smile, as he watched Jennifer's body struggle against the restraints, "you will come, when I say you can come." Jennifer sank back into the table feeling deflated.

"I think it's time you were free to moan a little louder, don't you?" he continued. He lifted her head and untied the ball gag, taking it out of her mouth and dropping it on the floor. Her mouth ached from having it in one position for so long.

"Thank you sir," she replied. She was keen not to feel the cane on her leg again.

It took John a few minutes to assemble the next piece, it felt like an hour to Jennifer who had completely lost all sense of time and space in her realm of pleasure. But then she felt something solid feel its way gently to the entrance of her wet pussy. He had put together a rather large machine that consisted of a box holding a motor, with a long metal pipe protruding from it, and at the end was a large, black, silicon dildo. The tip of which rested comfortably on the lips of Jennifer's pussy.

He switched on the machine and a louder mechanical sound could be heard. At the start of the sound the head of the dildo pushed its way deep into her pussy. Jennifer gasped and lifted her head off the table. She wasn't expecting anything to penetrate her, let alone something so big, the electric pulses before had ensured her pussy was especially sensitive. It completely filled her, she could feel it stretching the inside of her tight pussy every time it plunged into her, but she loved it.

As the machine began to pick up speed, she could feel the heat begin to stir between her legs again. The machine was pumping in and out of her in such a constant motion that she couldn't help but feel like she was being rhythmically fucked, the tingling sensation was beginning to return to her legs. It was slow and gradual but she could definitely feel it spreading like a heat source, with her pussy at the epicentre. She started rocking her hips as best she could with any little movement her bondage allowed her, trying to take every inch of the machine. Her moans were growing now, they had started out in as a soft intermittent moan, matching the strokes of the dildo sliding in and out of her slippery pussy, but they were becoming louder and more constant.

John was stood by her side, admiring her naked body, watching as she took the dildo and let out deep sounds of pleasure. The whole picture was extremely arousing and his dick was hard - it was always hard when he did this - and he wanted nothing more than to take the place of the machine and plunge his dick inside her. He imagined the wet pussy lips inviting him in; the warm feeling that would await as he buried his shaft and the explosive pleasure of coming inside her. But he had enough experience to be able to control himself, that was not why she was here, and that was not what he was offering.

John silently picked up the magic wand again and flicked it on. Jennifer was so consumed by the rhythm of the machine that she didn't hear it. He positioned its head next to her clit and once again, without warning, pressed down firmly. Jennifer didn't jump this time, there was no shock at something else touching her, she had let herself become fully immersed in the experience, nothing in the outside world mattered to her, nothing about herself mattered, she was barely even Jennifer anymore, just a naked body being pushed to the outer limits of pleasure.

The vibrations of the magic wand hitting her clit pulsed through the rest of her pussy. The machine and the vibrator were becoming too much, she could not contain herself, she was screaming. The heat from her pussy felt like a raging fire, which spread down through her thighs, the rest of her legs were tingling, her toes were curled. The blindfold, the nipple clamps, the electric shocks and pent up sexual frustration from the failed orgasm had all led to this moment.