The Scold Returns: A Theo Story
Author's Note: Warning. Brutal consensual and non-consensual bondage and sex ahead. You also need to know that the narrator is not intended to be a particularly sympathetic character. In fact, he comes across in places as a real asshole, although, like Theo, he's turning out to be a lot more complicated than I realized when I conceived him in "Tough Lessons for a Scold." (You can go back and read that if you want, although there's enough recap in this story that you won't be lost if you don't.)
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It was a Friday evening. I was relaxing in the living room, enjoying a beer and watching the last few minutes of a football game as I deliberately slowed the evening down to draw out the anticipation of where it would go from here. I knew that downstairs in my makeshift dungeon, Suzanne was naked on the bed. She had a ball gag in her mouth with a piece of microfoam tape over it to muffle any noises that snuck out around the ball, as they always did, and the ball was outlined in the stretchy tape in a way that I found a huge turn-on. Her left wrist was taped to her right elbow with duct tape, and the same with her right wrist, securing her crossed arms up and away from her ass. Chains pulled her ankles far apart, exposing her sweet little shaved pussy.
I knew that this was only a starter position. As soon as I got back downstairs, I would be rearranging her in a number of creative ways as I brought various body parts to the foreground for fucking.
Suzanne was a consensual sub that I often spent time hanging out with, sometimes in bondage and sometimes not. We weren't a steady item, but since I had met her at an S&M party a few months back, I found that she suited my dominant needs pretty well. Evidently I suited her sub needs as well, since we kept hooking up for evenings of play like this one.
I wasn't always into dominating women in quite this extreme a fashion. For a while, I had a relationship with a woman named Amanda. It was a pretty hot relationship sexually, but without any explicit bondage beyond a few handcuff games. I had no idea that I would relish heavier bondage so much until the night of my spectacular breakup with her.
She had gradually turned into what people in the seventeenth century called a "scold," meaning not just a woman who wouldn't shut up, but one who constantly belittled me in every way possible. When I finally broke up with her, I made a special job of it to deal with my pent-up frustration and rage, hanging her upside down in my basement with dildoes shoved into her ass and pussy, wired for extreme electric jolts if she tried to bite down on me while I was getting a good deep-throat face fuck for the first time in ages. I could have used a ring gag, but the electric dildoes seemed somehow more satisfying.
By the end of the evening, she had been fucked in her pussy and asshole as well, then injected with a drug that made her pass out and forget everything that had happened in the previous few hours. When she woke up, I kicked her out in her shoes and overcoat without giving her any of her other clothes back, and I never saw her again. Which was exactly the way I wanted it.
My problem was that the experience made me realize what a powerful urge I had been supressing for tying women up before fucking them. I couldn't get the experience out of my mind, and I kept mentally re-running the picture of her hanging there, asshole and pussy plugged and my cum running up over her face. I sometimes even fished the encrypted USB drive out of the back of my sock drawer and replayed my videos of that night. It made for pretty good fap candy, but the urge to have another experience like it kept growing.
I knew I wasn't likely to have another opportunity for a spectacular breakup with accompanying revenge bondage, but that didn't mean I couldn't look for something equivalent. I finally gave up on the more or less vanilla sex I sometimes had with women I had picked up in various ways, and started hanging around in S&M bars and going to S&M clubs to see where I could go with this.
After a few false starts, I had found my way to Suzanne. Or she had found her way to me, I was never quite sure. Regardless, we had a number of evenings together in which we indulged our desire to dominate and be dominated, respectively.
My beer was done and so was the game. I stood up and got into my work uniform -- by which I mean, nothing. I went into the bathroom and had a pre-session pee, which was made more difficult by the fact that my cock was already half-erect in anticipation of the evening in store. I gave my peehole a quick wash, since I didn't really want it to taste like pee if I shoved it in Suzanne's mouth and halfway down her throat, and headed downstairs.
Not surprisingly, Suzanne was exactly where I had left her an hour before. She struggled theatrically with her taped wrists and made some "Mmpph" noises from behind the gag, but the tape held as firmly as it always does. I ran my hands over her gorgeous naked body, admiring her large round breasts with their nipples now firmly erect, and moving down to play with her pussy.
I have always been in awe of how complex women's pussies are, with their multiple layers of lips, clitoris shrouded in a hood that demands to be pulled back and played with, vagina closed up until pulled open and made ready by invading fingers, tongue, or penis, and somewhere, mostly invisible unless you really know where to look, a peehole nestled in the folds. Men's parts seem so boringly simple by comparison, with their basic cylindrical shape and single hole to do both jobs, but they always seem to get their job done, and I've never met a woman who yearned for something more complex.
