iwillserveu
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This is first person because it may be more immediate that way. It is not autobiographical. (Heck, parts of it are dangerous.) I invite all comments.
The Wooden Chair.
Mistress told me to change the overhead light in the study. i got a chair took of the cover, and replaced the bulb. The chair was a hard wooden dining room chair. i thought it was curious that the old bulb didn't sound like it had a burned out filament rattling inside it.
Mistress of course sat in a comfortable chair and read by a floor lamp nearby as i did this
She then said, "Hand me the bulb, and place your hand behind your back." She didn't gag me because Mistress was keeping me gagged and naked except for my collar.
She tied my hands. She knows I have to use them for support when climbing down. i was stuck on the chair. She went back to reading for a while before moving to what i call the playroom. After a few minutes she said, "We can do this two ways, dearie. If you come in here in the next thirty seconds you will like what happens more than if i must go get you. In fact if you get here in the next thirty second I'll let you cum."
i didn't know what to do i turned in circles on my perch as she started counting down, "Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty eight", she said. Part of me complained those were not seconds if she didn't add "Mississippi" or something to them.
"Twenty seven, twenty six, twenty five," she said. i searched frantically for way to get down as another part of my brain said, "Do you really think that argument will compel her?"
She was down to nineteen when i had an idea.. i put my feet as wide as they would go and squatted as low as i could go. This would hurt. Mistress kept my ass red. i sat down the last few inches with a plop. My tender ass complained almost as much as my legs that rarely bend that much any more.
i put my feet down and forced my self-up. Getting up from sitting down is also a risky procedure for me if i can't use my hands. i stumbled forward and started walking to the playroom.
Mistress must've heard me. "Twelve, one, zero," she said and came out to meet me. "Too late, punk."
She was in a blue teddy. "Not very BDSM," i thought, until i noticed she was holding a riding crop. i whimpered.
She saw the tears in my eyes. "Too late, punk. You should've been quicker when I called you." She grabbed the front D-ring on my collar and pulled to her and planted a kiss on my lower lip. "You can tell me how you got down, later. First, you are not red enough, punk."
I knew what that meant. I bent over and presented my ass for her riding crop.
After five blows (only five?) she led me in the playroom. There was a rack and a St. Stephen's cross and various things on the wall that would've made me hard if the Chastity Device allowed it.
As if reading my thoughts, she removed my chastity device. "You won't cum, punk; I like the look of you aroused. She steered me to the St Stephen's cross. My hands were untied and it was retied to the cross. Then the nipple clamps were applied. Then she stepped on a petal and spun me upside down. She looked over my balls and said, "This won't do." and put a ball parachute on them. The she threaded a wire through the parachute up to an eyebolt in the ceiling, then to an eyebolt in the far wall then back to the chain between my nipple clamps.
As she took out the slack in the line she said, "just a little incentive for chest motion outward as you decide to either rest your nipples or your balls, dearie. Pity the nipple clamps can't stay on long term." She fingered a "D" ring on my collar and said, "I'll think of something."
i was happy i wasn't "punk" anymore. Then she said, "Oh, no, punk, you are going down."
She put on a vampire glove and started stroking everything but my penis. "I don't want you to cum and this has as good an effect, she said.
"Hmm," she said, "I could spin you around and kiss your cheek, dearie, but that would rip off your balls."
She instead lifted my penis to her lips and kissed it. If you were on time I would blow you, but you were too late, punk." Then she sat down in a little chair that auto mechanics use. It put her pussy at my mouth height. She took off my gag and put a double-ended dildo in my mouth. Then she unsnapped the crotch of he teddy and told me to penetrate her, and if she liked it, she would not need so much entertainment.
After, by my count two orgasms, the doorbell rang and she replaced my gag and got up to answer it. My chest was going in and out rapidly by that point. She came in with another man.
"Mark," she said to the man, "meet steve. steve is my personal slave. If you are ever really bad I'll tie you up like this and leave you." Then the doorbell rang again, and she left.
"Did you know she was having a party tonight?" Mark asked.
< Message edited by iwillserveu -- 8/22/2004 2:13:03 AM >
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