The Kingdom Ch 17

The Kingdom

Chapter 17 - Safe Space (June's Story)

Damn him!

I fumed silently as I watched Eric's naked form exit into the bathroom. As soon as the door closed behind him, I desperately gyrated and rubbed my body against the bedsheets beneath me. But after only a few seconds, the futility of my efforts became clear, prompting me to let out a frustrated groan. True to his word, Eric had denied me an orgasm during sex. Ordinarily, I might have found comfort in sisterly solidarity. After all, I'd recently read a study showing that 54% of all women fake their orgasms during sex and resort to subsequent self-care. But even That comfort had been denied to me since Eric had made sure to remove any and all hopes of "subsequent self-care".

Prior to fucking me, Eric had restrained me lying face down on the bed in his favorite position. The all-too-familiar frogtie. Facing the foot of the bed, my legs were bound individually, heel-to-ass cheek, and were held wide apart by a spreader bar attached to my knees. Predictably, my fingers had been separated from my climax-starved pussy by a box-tie that locked my arms snugly behind my back.

Hearing the shower turn on in the bathroom, I took a deep breath and attempted the relaxation exercises that I'd grown accustomed to practicing during irksome moments like these. But even deep-breathing had become tricky thanks to the multiple layers of tape that Eric had wrapped around the lower third of my head, trapping a wad of yesterday's underwear and socks in my mouth. This was Not how I'd envisioned my day starting...

But let me back up. I should probably explain how I got here and why my cumming privileges had been so rudely revoked. So, last night, Eric had gotten back to the room later than expected. And wouldn't you know, he claimed he was too exhausted for sex. Which was a

huge

bummer because I'd hardly seen him all day and was craving some dick! He'd spent a huge chunk of the morning doing a surveillance thing for Jodie, and then another chunk of time doing research for Jodie, and then spent most of dinner texting Jodie, and then ended up meeting Jodie at her suite, and then he apparently had to

console

Jodie for some reason. Basically, Eric spent the day with Jodie. Which was... whatever. She was clearly going through some stuff but I knew I wouldn't mind seeing and hearing less of Jodie for a while...

Anyway, I could tell Eric felt guilty for postponing sex, because he promised to make it up to me first thing in the morning. But I was still horny as hell so I decided to practice some late-night self-care of my own. After an entire day by myself, who could blame me?!

By the way, Eric was totally fine with this. Masturbating had never been off-limits and he respected this as an outlet for me. But, even after blowing off some steam, I still wasn't ready to forgive him for neglecting me the day. So, the next morning, I decided to wake him up super early. Ignoring his groggy complaints about how early it was, I cuddled against him harder and stroked his sleepy cock to attention.

After a few minutes of whining into his ear about how I hadn't cum in ages, Eric finally got up and angrily fetched several coils of rope from the dresser. Believing Eric to be making good on his promise from the night before, I didn't even struggle as he promptly manhandled and restrained me into a strict frog-tie. Once the tie was complete, I excitedly tested my bonds and range of motion. Secretly, I was relieved to find no apparent weak spots or loose knots. Despite our slow day yesterday, this morning was off to a promising start!

But what happened next changed the mood entirely. Looking up at Eric from my spot on the bed, my eyes fell on my panties that dangled from his finger... Still cum-damp from the night before. It was at this moment that I realized my mistake. Contrary to what I had just complained about minutes earlier, I HAD indeed cum recently.

Twice

, if I were being truthful. And in Eric's possession was the evidence to prove it. It was a harmless lie by any measure, but a lie, nevertheless. An infraction, the cost of which I was about to learn.

Before I could utter a word of explanation, Eric had rolled my panties and a pair of his dirty socks into a wad and began forcing it into my mouth. To my frustration, my attempts at protesting only seemed to make the insertion process easier. Seconds later, the garments had been wedged behind my front teeth and Eric had already begun wrapping tape around my lower head to trap the foul stuffing inside. I hmmphed and scrunched my nose as I had no choice but to taste the unpleasant combination of sour socks and cum-soaked silk.

Eric wasted no time mounting me from behind forcing himself into my pussy. Thankfully, I was already wet as a whistle, so he made himself at home without incident. My eyes instantly rolled back in my skull as I felt him embed himself as deep as he possibly could. Fuuuuck, he was long! My toes curled involuntarily as he proceeded to grab a fistful of my hair and pound me ferociously.

Then, to my shock and delight, I felt a sharp smack to my ass. Followed by another. And then another! I yelped gleefully into my mouth-stuffing as my ass received the punishment I'd long been craving. As I'd just confessed to Jodie the day prior, I was desperate for Eric lash out and hurt me. As a pain-slut, there's really nothing worse than belonging to a mild-mannered Dom who refuses to deal any pain. Up to this point, I'd nearly run out of ideas!

But as much as I wanted to take credit for annoying Eric into this excitingly foul mood, I couldn't help but theorize that his aggressiveness was actually some form of therapy for deeper issues he was going through. Decent guys like Eric don't hulk out unless it's to let off a degree of pent-up stress.

But my excitement was short-lived as Eric shot forth his load less than a minute in and promptly withdrew from me.

"Mrrhpll?" I asked in frustrated disbelief as Eric rolled over on the bed and collapsed exhaustedly next to me.

I hadn't cum yet!

"So close, yet so far, eh June bug?" Eric teased as he turned his head toward me.

"Mrrrphhrrm grmmph mllmph!" I explained as passionately my mouth-stuffing and head-wrapping would allow. "Mmphll!!" I barked louder as I began to feel my sexual momentum fading.

"I'm afraid not," Eric said, almost apologetically. "As you know, by the taste of your own panties, you lied earlier when you complained that you hadn't cum in

ages

."

"Mrrph phlll mmmmphrr! Rrmm phrrm gll mmph!!" I countered defensively, my eyebrows arching expressively to reinforce my argument.

"You're really gonna pretend that you didn't get yourself off last night?" Eric laughed as he propped his head on his hand.

I exhaled dramatically in disbelief at Eric's ridiculous offense to my silly little fib. "Mmrph mrr phll grrr!" I countered sassily, causing my hair to flick into my face.

"I know you regret lying," Eric chuckled patronizingly, stroking my hair with this index finger. "But what's the one thing I require above all else?" Eric asked softly.

"Mmmmph!!" I bellowed angrily in rejection of what Eric was clearly turning into one of his

teaching moments

.

"That's right

. Honesty

," Eric replied matter-of-factly. I failed to suppress a low growl.

Honesty

was definitely not the word I had bellowed. Putting words in my mouth when I was gagged was a favorite pastime for Eric. Just another technique he used in order to highlight his control over me. Not only had he completely removed my speaking privileges, but he was now attributing sentiments to me that I'd never attempted to express!

"Gllph mrrrrrr!" I wailed, burying my head dramatically into the sheets beneath my head.

"I appreciate the apology" Eric chuckled. "But actions speak louder than panty-muffled words. So, I'm afraid your cumming privileges have been revoked for the day."

My head suddenly shot upright and my eyes opened wide in a mixture of disbelief and rage.

"Maybe tomorrow as well," Eric added casually. "We'll see how penitent you are by this time tomorrow morning."

I proceeded to launch into a long and winded tirade, outlining how unreasonable Eric was. Behind my back, my fingers worked overtime in a noble effort to gesture just how opposed I was to his absurd punishment.

He adjusted his position so that his body laid parallel to mine. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm kinda bummed out too," he mused, staring up at the ceiling. "Feeling your legs spasm when you squirt is sexy as hell. So, I get your disappointment."

'

Fuck you fuck you FUCK YOU!'

I shrieked as loud as my mouth-stuffing would allow. As if being denied sexual relief wasn't torturous enough, hearing Eric paint himself as some bereaved bystander in all this was just too much. Too

fucking

much! Practically biting clean through my mouth stuffing, I launched into a full-blown all-out tantrum. I writhed and shrieked like a possessed person, tugging and twisting wildly in my bonds with all my strength, my fingers clenching so tightly that my nails nearly made my palms bleed.

Tilting his face sidewise toward me, Eric flashed a smug smirk, clearly proud to have induced the reaction that he was hoping for.

Pushing buttons

was what Eric did best. Beneath all the sex, restraints, and gadgets, his bread and butter was identifying and exploiting a woman's pressure points. Of all the dominant men that I had been with, Eric's mind-fucking abilities were unparalleled. As much as I hated to admit it, he was inarguably bright and had an intoxicating way with words that could trigger seemingly any emotion at will.

Eric watched in silent contentment as I continued doing my best impression of a wild hyena caught in a trap. After a minute of this, I finally caught onto the futility of my efforts and slumped my shoulders in defeat, hiding my humiliation from Eric by turning my face away from him.

"You done?" Eric asked quietly.

"Mrrph," I grunted poutily in reply.

"In that case, I'm gonna jump in the shower," replied, rolling to the edge of the bed and standing to his feet. "You look like you could use some alone time to reflect," he added. "Want me to put on some calming music or anything? Whale sounds? Enya?"

"Mrrph!" I repeated angrily, suppressing the urge to flip him off.

"Alright, don't go anywhere," Eric replied before disappearing into the bathroom.

Still catching my breath from my meltdown, I unclenched my fists, allowing blood to return to my stiffened hands. The sound of Eric's shower starting seemed like a depressingly fitting end to our dialogue. And with no audience left to witness my fits of rage, I could already feel the fight beginning to drain from my spirit. I knew this was Eric's plan all along. To get me all riled up and then leave me alone to process and make peace with my situation. This wasn't the first time he'd followed this playbook.

Closing my eyes, I attempted to make the best of my

alone time

by meditating and attempting transport my psyche to a happier place. Someplace void of rope, panty-gags, and spreader-bars where I could stretch and move freely. My go-to happy place had always been the ocean. Laguna beach, to be specific. Sand between my toes, the sound of seagulls above, and the crashing of waves over nearby roc-

I was suddenly yanked back to reality as a drip of Eric's semen leaked from my pussy and rolled down my inner thigh. Cracking my neck from side to side, I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to block out further sensations of oozing bodily fluids and sounds of Eric's tone-deaf humming from the shower.

Despite all odds, I managed to achieve an uneasy Zen for several straight minutes. Eventually, my heart rate lowered and I managed to even find comfort in my restricted position. Nuzzling my face against the soft bedsheets and rhythmically flexing my feet, I felt myself inching closer to the subspace I knew would ultimately make this day more bearable. Subspace was my safe space...

But no amount of inner peace or focus could have protected me from the obnoxious sounds of Eric singing "You can't Always Get What You Want" in falsetto. Recognizing this as the obvious ending point to my meditation exercises, I let out a long sigh and slowly blinked my eyes open.

Feeling significantly more relaxed and clear-headed, I arched my back and lazily scanned the room.

Find things you CAN control

, I reminded myself as if reciting a proverb. This was advice I'd learned from a bondage workshop I'd attended in college. The session had been focused on equipping subs with psychological tools to cope whenever feeling overwhelmed.

Noticing a patch of sunlight on the opposite side of the bed, I decided it might be fun to imagine that I was a cat. Mewling quietly into my gag, I rolled over as best I could to reach it. The spreader bar between my knees complicated this task, but after a few attempts, I managed to roll on onto my back and into the light. The combination of warm light and cool air against my sweaty frontside felt surprisingly nice. Arching my back, I lifted my wet pussy as high as I could toward the light. With my weight now resting squarely on my box-tied arms, I playfully dug my fingers into the bedding and scratched the soft fabric with my nails. Experimenting quietly under my breath, I eventually landed on a purring sound that I felt was pretty damn authentic.

Embracing my silly scenario, I even assigned my feline character a name and complex backstory. I was Ila, a scrawny tabby stray from San Bernadino who roamed the streets by night and squatted in strangers' apartments by day. A gifted climber, few open windows were ever too difficult to reach. And since I maintained close proximity to the bustling pier, I rarely went a night without food or human affection. Life was good. But deep down, I longed for-

"Feeling any better?" Eric interrupted my thoughts as he stepped out of the bathroom in a robe.

"Mmm-hmm," I replied softly, nodding my head.

"Alone time does wonders, eh bug?" he added as he tossed his cellphone on the bed next to me and began fondling my breast nearest to him.

"Mmmm," I purred, closing my eyes.

"Sooo, you're not gonna be thrilled with me... but something's come up and I need to head out again for a bit... Alone."

I replied only by curling my eyebrows upward and shaking my head from side to side.

"Sorry, bug," Eric said as he plopped beside me on the bed and swapped his hand over to my other breast. "I'd put you in daycare, but the app says they're full today."

Daycare

at The Kingdom was pretty much exactly what it sounded like. A place where Doms dropped off their slaves so they could have some time to themselves. Right through the daycare app, owners would select from dropdown menus everything from how their slave would be restrained to what activities they were permitted to enjoy. The one time Eric had admitted me to daycare, he'd left me restrained in my arm-binder but also signed me up for arts and crafts. For someone who could only use her toes, my model clay cock and balls turned out surprisingly well.

"Gll frr mrrphll?" I asked quietly.

"Afraid not," he replied presumptively with a half-smile. "If I untied you, there'd be nothing stopping you from ending your cum strike early."

"Mmm," I replied in agreement. He was objectively correct. Without my restraints, I wouldn't last a minute before beginning to masturbate.

"But seeing how much it's helped you so far, I think a bit more alone time could be good for you," he said, giving my nipple a pinch. Instead of wincing, I responded by pressing my torso needily into Eric's fingers.

I was no longer in a mood to resist. Even with decisions that I disagreed. As much as I enjoyed bratting and putting up a struggle, once I entered subspace, the battle was over. Having been decisively conquered, I was now resigned to serve as my aggressor's spoil of war. Subspace is like that island from the Odyssey where sirens enchant men to never want to leave. Eric could literally instruct me to worship my own brother's cock and I'd just open my mouth and think,

'Welp, I have my orders'

. Granted, I'd have to actually have a brother first.

"You've been frogtied for a while. What d'ya say we give your knees a rest?" Eric asked.

"Mmm-hmm," I replied absently as I continued to lean into his touch.

Eric proceeded to roll me back onto my frontside and began untying my legs from their hogtie. After removing the rope from my left leg, Eric kept ahold of my ankle and slowly straightened my leg out for me. I sighed in relief he flexed and unflexed my stiff knee joint as if I was in physical therapy. I had to admit- Eric's consistency in governing my movements, even after my restraints were gone, was impressive. I mean, as a yoga teacher, I was more capable than most at stretching out my limbs on my own. But clearly Eric felt that I needed assistance. I couldn't help wondering if these instincts boiled down to a power thing or if he saw me as some sort of invalid who was incapable of knowing what my body needed. Either way, I absolutely loved it and made no attempt to escape his grip.

After repeating the process on my right leg, Eric swung his leg over me to straddle my upper thighs. Facing my feet, he used the two now-available lengths of ropes to cinch my legs together above and below my knees. Feeling my legs pressed together was a nice change from having had them forcibly spread for so long. Having no more nearby rope to tie my ankles, Eric reached over to the nightstand. Curious to see where his mind was at, I craned my head around to see him grab his room key-card lanyard. After detaching the card, he proceeded to cow-hitch and cinch my big toes tightly together, removing the ability for me to move one foot away from the other.

"Perfect," Eric said to himself, clearly satisfied with his work. After giving my ass a pat, he hopped off the bed, and walked away. In an effort to further stretch out my stiff knee joints, I lifted my feet to bend my knees once more. But to my surprise, my feet raised only a few inches off the bed before being stopped midair.

"Mmrr?" I mused inquisitively as I turned my body to see what the hold-up was. Despite not having a clear line of sight, the answer became instantly obvious. Not only had Eric bound my toes together with the lanyard he'd repurposed, he'd leashed them to the D-ring at the center of the headboard with the key clip at the end.

Damn, my guy was resourceful!

I thought, wriggling my big toes and pulling harder at their tether to test its durability. Grinning behind my head-wrapping, I allowed my feet to flop back onto the mattress.

Before reaching subspace, these were precisely the types of restraints that really pissed me the fuck off. Pointless, meaningless gimmicks worth far less than the trouble they were to apply. I mean, how much satisfaction could a guy possibly get from removing a girl's ability to move her left and right big toes independently of the other? Especially when she's already gagged and wearing over 50 feet of rope? Is the toe-tie reeeally that necessary?

But much like the siren's enchantment on unsuspecting sailors, my cozy corner of subspace rendered such questions rhetorical and trite. Of

course

my big toes deserved to be tethered. Why the hell wouldn't they be?? What was Eric

supposed

to do- leave them untied and free to flail around like a beached trout?! Preposterous!

"So, I bought something yesterday when I was out," Eric said, snapping me out of my day-dreams. Eric pulled down what looked like a white shoebox from the top of the closet and stepped back over to me. "Figured today might be a perfect time to try it out."