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DragonLady5 -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (4/26/2008 8:09:33 AM)
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ORIGINAL: ocilla
This group get scared? Bring it on LadyD!
Well, I guess that wasn't the right word. Let's just say that since I'm new here, I thought I should ease into the group, not jump in with both feet and a mighty shout. (Sorry for the melodramatic tone, lol)
This one's fairly mild, although a little long for the forum, but here goes:
Turnabout
She is forcing me to write this. To put my thoughts on paper, where I cannot deny them. She stands over me, the coiled whip in her hand, looking over my shoulder as I type. I can barely focus on the screen. I shift my weight constantly in the chair as I struggle to find a position that doesn’t hurt. My ass and back are on fire. My cock and balls are swollen and hard, but inaccessible in their little prison. My skin is sweaty and sore beneath the heavy leather bands around my wrists and ankles. My jaw aches from the dildo gag filling my mouth. My nipples burn as the angry little clamps dig deep. My muscles ache and shiver. The little vibrating egg up my ass does a nasty dance against my prostate. She winds the long whip around my neck, garroting me. “Get on with it” she whispers against my ear as she tugs none-too-gently on the whip. My bloodshot eyes struggle to find the keys, my vision starting to go black as she tightens the whip.
How did I, New York’s most successful Dom, get into this situation?
Let me tell you, it was both the hardest and the easiest thing I’ve even done.
First, let me give you a little background about myself. I’m 35, 6’2”, about 250 lbs., Italian ancestry. I work out regularly and am extremely fit and muscular. I’ve been involved in the New York S&M scene for 15 years, the last 8 as a highly successful professional Dom. If I want a person to serve me, be they man, woman, or child, I get them, either by myself or by those who desire to please me. I’m guilty of kidnapping, rape, torture and slavery. I’m also loving, loyal and generous. Everywhere I go, I receive numerous offers to serve me. I have a great life.
At least I did.
It all started a few weeks ago.
Things have been pretty quiet recently and I’m a bit bored. I think I’ll take a little drive. I instruct today’s housekeeping slave to tend to my stable of pets. I currently have 11 female sluts and 5 male sluts. Some are my household staff, the rest are in training for other clients. I have two assistant trainers and I give them their instructions for the day. Satisfied that all will be taken take of, I get in my black Jag and hit the road.
It’s a beautiful day out and I have a feeling something wonderful is going to happen. I tool around town for a while, just enjoying the purr of the engine and the sights and sounds around me.
While stopped at a red light, I happen to look over at the storefront next to me. Just coming out the store was the most perfect vision of womanhood I’ve ever seen. Her long blond hair fell down past her incredibly sexy ass. She was about 5’6”, young, and absolutely gorgeous. Her mini-skirt and high-heeled sandals accentuated her long, slim legs. Her firm breasts just the perfect size for her small frame. My cock turns rock hard in seconds. All I can think about is spreading those long legs and burying myself in her cunt.
The loud honking behind me wakes me from my stupor. I quickly go through the intersection and look for a place to park. In the meantime, however, my angel has disappeared. My aching cock drives me to walk the streets for blocks, trying to get another glimpse of her. Unsuccessful, I return to my car and drive home. Immediately I put the word out to all my friends and acquaintances that I was looking for this women. Every day for the next week I drive back to that neighborhood searching for her. A couple times I thought I spotted her, but by the time I got the car turned around, she’d be gone.
Finally I got the word that there was a particular club she liked to frequent. My blood was hot as I anticipated seeing her again. I visited that damn club every night for 5 straight days. On the 6th night, there she was, as if she’d stepped straight out of heaven to see me. Unfortunately, she neither wanted to know me nor cared. That blonde bitch was an ice queen at heart. Who was she to turn me down? My temper flared as I sat at the end of the bar and scorched her with my glare. She laughed and danced all night, tormenting me with her sexy body.
When I took my eyes off her for a moment, she was gone.
No one could find this mystery woman. The only place I saw her was at that club. 2-4 times a week she was there, her smoky eyes taunting me, her provocative movements just screaming for me to fuck her. She would never speak to me, but often our eyes met. One time, I had a couple of my boys attempt to kidnap her. They came back with broken bones and bruises, but no woman. She had a very effective bodyguard, whether he was hired or was a spouse or boyfriend, I didn’t care.
Soon all my thoughts were on this woman. I became obsessed with her. She cared nothing for me. She ignored my good looks, fancy car, money and reputation. Force didn’t work and my charm obviously wasn’t working either.
My pets soon complained of being neglected. When I punished them for their audacity, my heart wasn’t in it. Their screams and cries could not penetrate the cloud that woman had placed around my heart and soul. Everywhere I looked I saw that gorgeous face. I couldn’t even orgasm anymore. I was being emasculated by a vision. I had to do something.
I sent everyone on a vacation and closed up the dungeon. I brooded in the dark house. Soon I took to the streets. I was determined to end this once and for all. I knew that once I had her in my power, twisted her nipples until she screamed, bent her over and fucked her in the ass with my monster dildo, and raped her tight cunt until I was satiated, I would finally be free.
That night she was at the club, wearing little more than a string bikini and a smile. Unbelievably, she smiled at me! Instantly my cock hardened and I thought, “I’m in! Finally she’s succumbed to my charm. She was just playing hard to get!”
What an arrogant little bastard I was.
That night she danced with me as if her life depended on it. Every move qualified as indecent exposure. My blood was on fire as I matched her move for move. The crowd parted to give us room as we made love while we danced. The more I drank, the faster she danced. Her eyes held mine firmly as she bewitched my soul. The music built to a crescendo as we flew around the dance floor. Suddenly I was gripped by a seizure, my body stiffened as I fell into a pure mental orgasmic state. My orgasm tossed me about as if I was a small boat in a storm. I could feel my body lying on the floor, muscles twitching and clenching spasmodically as my mind floated above, lost in a sea of emotions. As darkness overcame me, I felt her warm hand on my face, closing my eyes as I faded from consciousness.
I awoke into darkness, as tired as if I’d run a marathon. By feel I determined that she lay next to me, warm and yielding. We embarked on a journey together, a journey into paradise. The things she did to me I cannot even describe. There wasn’t a pore in her body that didn’t exude sexuality. Her hands, her mouth, her legs, her hot pussy, her tight ass, I took them all and I gave my all. Raw, animal instinct. The sweetest, most meaningful act I’ve ever committed. My whole being flowed as one with hers. It was the single, most perfect thing that’s ever happened to me. I must have cum 6 times during that night, each time her warm wet mouth breathing life into my spent member. I had long passed the limit of human endurance and still she prevailed. Then once again, I sank into the darkness, exhausted, but not alone.
My next awakening was a familiar feeling. The headache, sour mouth, and pounding in my ears. I had a granddaddy of a hangover. I also seemed to have no control over my body. I felt an intense need to find a bathroom to relieve both my bladder and my heaving stomach. Although my eyes were barely open, I perceived myself to me in a medical setting. A bedpan took care of all the alcohol. I was suddenly sat upright and the quick movement turned my stomach inside-out over a basin quickly provided. I sat back into the soft pillows and drifted, alternately peeing and puking as the need overcame me. After what seemed like a lifetime, my head finally started to clear. Once I realized what was going on, I was suddenly stone-cold sober.
I was in a very familiar S&M setting. There was no mistaking the purpose of the room I was in. I had entertained in such a room hundreds of times. Although I was in a comfortable bed, I was stark naked, heavy leather cuffs imprisoning my hands and feet, each cuff fastened securely to a post of the bed. This wasn’t good. Flashbacks of all the sexual and physical torture I’d performed on unwilling others came back to haunt me. I started to panic.
Then SHE came into the room. Her long blond hair flowed like a river down her back. The woman of my dreams. My soulmate. The night we spent together that was pure heaven. Then, what the hell did she think she was doing? Nobody treated ME like this! But my temper could not last. She walked like a queen, her naked body perfect. She came over and laid on top of me, the heat of our bodies quickly ignited my passion. I couldn’t be mad at her, not after last night. I’ll let her have her fun for a little while.
She rubbed her bare breasts against my chest, her red lips captured my mouth, and her tongue made love to the inside of my mouth. My dick was already hard and straining. All I wanted to do was to sink it deep into her folds. The harder my dick got, the fuzzier my thinking was. I became caught up in a whirlwind of physical feelings. No one has ever had this strong an effect on me. I have always used and abused others, not the other way around. Her hands worked wonders on my bare body. All I could think about was her and what she was doing to me. Even with the humiliation of being staked out for her pleasure, I soon had an uncontrollable urge to thrust my dick at her, my moans quietly begging her to mount me, to assuage my hunger for her.
Soon I was shaking with sexual tension, my whole body primed for orgasm, if I could just get some serious friction on my dick. Calmly she got off of me and left the room. I groaned at the thought of not being able to finish. But just a minute or two later I heard her quietly re-enter the room. She pulled a small table up next to the bed. I couldn’t see what she was doing. The fire in my blood completely dominated me. I jumped as I felt the cool shaving cream touch my groin. Good god, she picked NOW to do this? Very calmly, she proceeded to shave all my body hair off, including underarms, legs and groin. She took a long time doing it, being very careful not to nick or pull. Every time my erection started failing, she would use her hands and mouth to arouse me again. When she was done, all my hair was gone. My cock and balls felt extremely vulnerable in their bare glory. My erection hardened as the air hit the unprotected skin. Next she rubbed baby oil all over the shaved area. The sensitivity of my groin skyrocketed. My balls felt swollen and heavy as she casually manipulated them.
I would have done anything right then to be able to cum. And she knew it.
She told me I had a choice. All that had happened so far was that I was tied down spreadeagle, she’d shaved me, and aroused me. Didn’t sound like much. But my mind was spinning with the implications. She said that I could be cooperative and have an easier time of it, or fight and be forced and punished. Now, I know all the tricks of the trade, and at that time I was sure that she was just like a little girl playing grownup. There was no way she knew what S&M was all about to someone like me. I mentally laughed her off and steeled myself to deal with her little playtime. Big mistake.
Her eyes hardened and her voice deepened a bit. She was pissed. I wasn’t worried. We had made wild, passionate love. She would not cross the line and actually hurt me. I smiled at her. Another big mistake.
The power in her arm as she brought a quirt down on my unprotected body was mighty. All up and down the front of me she struck with that damned thing. The first one, being so unexpected, took the breath out of me. It took until the fourth one for me to get a grip on myself and do the big, brave silent man thing. That lasted for about 6 more shots. Then I couldn’t stop myself from moaning and yelling with each stroke. Oh, god, the pain of that quirt was incredible. My skin was on fire. When the lashes started overlapping where she’s already been, it got much worse. I was pulling with all my strength against the restraints, ready to launch myself at her at the first possible moment. But the restraints held. She must have had them tied around concrete posts or something.
The only saving grace was that she avoided my cock and balls.
Suddenly she stopped. She flipped me over easily by untying each limb and retying it to the opposite bed corner, one at a time. I had no chance to escape. My mind was still trying to deal with what she was doing to me. Quickly she had me repositioned and the fresh meat of my back was exposed. She started in with the quirt again. The pain of that simple quirt just blew my mind. I could think of nothing except the pain. She covered me from shoulders to the bottom of my feet. The back of my thighs turned out to be very sensitive, and I broke down and started crying. She ignored my tears and continued with her methodical flogging. When she hit the bottom of my feet I was screaming hysterically. I had no pride left. It was shredded along with my skin. I tried to dig myself deep into the bed. The sheet under my head was soon soaked with my tears.
She stopped, although the pain continued to reverberate through my body. The only sound was my sniffling and sobbing. Her warm soft hand started caressing me. All over my body those talented hands ran. My brain wasn’t going to fall for this trick, but my body wasn’t listening. The comfort of her hand after the harsh beating was such a contrast. It was like the good cop, bad cop trick. I was screaming inside my head as my body reacted predictably, my dick hardening in anticipation. Why couldn’t I get that beautiful face out of my mind? That awesome body, those delicious curves? What kind of witchcraft did she practice on me to have me panting after her moments after administering all that searing pain? All I could feel was her hand, but I wanted MORE.
She then asked for my cooperation again. I actually considered it for a moment. Again, my brain was locked into macho mode, and turned her down. I immediately realized what a moron I was.
The next thing I knew was that she was beating my ass with the hardest paddle on earth. The way it felt landing on my ass, it must have had studs embedded in it. I don’t know, I never got to see it. All I saw was red fog as the most intense pain of my life entered my body through my ass. The screams just ripped through my throat. I couldn’t prevent it. I had no control over myself. I still shudder to think of that paddling. An intense burning spread through my buttocks. It felt as if acid was eating into me. I could feel the bruises hardening under my skin. Oh, the pain. My mind snapped. All I wanted was for the pain to stop. I babbled, trying to form words, begging her to stop. I could hardly make a sound, my throat was raw from screaming. She must have heard me however, because she bent down close to my face and presented the choice again.
I would have agreed to anything to stop the pain. And she knew it. I just couldn’t take anymore. Big, bad dom reduced to a screaming crying baby. I could barely force myself to say the words. She saw my hesitation but accepted my capitulation.
I was exhausted, totally wrung out. I needed rest. I blacked out.
Waking up was a nightmare in itself. I was stiff and sore from head to toe. It did not help that I was hanging suspended, my wrist and ankle restraints pulled far apart, the chains locked to heavy duty eyebolts in the ceiling and floor. My skin was stiff with bruises and cuts. Every inch throbbed and ached. I was just miserable. And I couldn’t wait to see her again. My mind tormented me with scenes of our night together. Her sweet lips, her tight pussy, I just HAD to have her again! Just thinking of her made me hard. So I hung there with nothing to do but deal with the pain and dream of her.
I knew the moment she walked into the room. Her presence was overpowering. I towered over her, but felt like a small child in front of her. She had all the power. She had forced submission from me and I hated it. I loved her.
She walked right up to me and grasped my engorged dick with one hand. My dick trembled with the contact. Please, oh, please pleasure me, I thought. She asked me if I wanted her to stroke me. Of course I immediately said yes. She showed me two nasty-looking nipple clamps and told me that if I wore them for her, she would stroke me. Her thumb was very slowly rubbing the head of my cock as she waited for my decision. There was no way I wanted to wear those nipple clamps, but I so desperately wanted her hand on my cock. I reluctantly agreed. Her eyes flashed at my attitude. Standing to the side of me, her one hand still tormenting my cock head, a paddle suddenly appeared in her other hand. My mind was in shock as she proceeded to beat me all over my ass and thighs again. It stung so bad. It only took a few minutes for me to start crying and begging her to stop. She told me that I knew what she wanted to hear and that every minute that went by without me telling her would increase my punishment later. Definitely not what I wanted to hear. I was twisting and turning in my bondage as much as I could to avoid her. There was no avoiding that paddle. Her left hand kept my cock hard in spite of the pain. The mental stress was incredible. I finally screamed to her, literally begged her to put the nipple clamps on me. A few more whacks for good measure and she stopped.
Her left hand left my cock and worked itself up to my left nipple. Alternately using both hands and her mouth, she aroused my nipple to a hard peak. Her warm mouth sucked each nipple lovingly, her tongue lavished hot moisture to the peaks. Her fingers pulled, pinched and twisted, driving me almost insane with desire. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, and she wasn’t even touching my cock! I alternated between soft sobbing from the pain of the beating and moaning from the nipple arousal. I reached a point where I thought I might even ejaculate without her touch, when she quickly snapped one of those nasty little clamps onto my swollen hard nipple. I screamed as my chest muscles flexed, desperate to dislodge that pain. With my weight hanging from my arms, though, I could accomplish nothing. She continued to arouse the other nipple, but I knew what was coming. My erection faded. She rubbed my soft dick against her satin folds, stirring my memories of sinking it deep within her pussy. I didn’t stand a chance. My dick sprang to attention and she calmly snapped the other nipple clamp on. I howled, that’s the only description for it, an animal howl. The teeth of the clamps dug deep into my nipples. The tears streamed down my face. And I had begged for this. She just smiled.
Then she started stroking my cock. She keeps her promises.
She stroked it so slow and soft. So gentle and loving. She stroked it as if she was worshipping it. Every time her thumb rubbed over my peehole, my cock twitched. It was so good, it was so arousing, it was pure torture. For stroke is all she did. She never gave me enough friction to even hope for ejaculation. Just those slim fingers stroking up and down the length of my cock. My nuts were so tight, I though they might shatter with a touch. The blood in my dick pounded a viscous beat into my head. I thrusted toward her as hard as I could, but the chains held me fast. I could accomplish so little. And she continued to stroke me. She keeps her promises.
I was so frustrated, I could scream. And I had no one to blame but myself. I could hardly believe my own ears when I heard myself beg her to stop. What red-blooded male would ever ask such a gorgeous woman to un-hand his cock? I was so mind-fucked. I started shaking and shivering, my body’s answer to the torture of my dick and nipples. There was so much blood in my cock that I think my brain was starved. After ages of my begging, she finally told me her terms. In order for her to stop stroking my cock, I would have to agree to accept a vibrating egg up my ass. I was horrified. I was already beaten to a pulp, nipple-clamped, and engorged to the point of agony. In response to my negative answer, she started inserting a long sharp fingernail into my peehole, probing its sensitive depths. She also manipulated my balls in different way, first pulling the skin as far as it would stretch. Also rolling my testicles in her hand, sometimes clenching them painfully in her fist. But always stroking, always keeping me on edge. Occasionally she even gave me enough friction for the cum to boil in my balls. Immediately after, she would crush my balls with gusto while I screamed. Always stroking. I lost all track of time and found myself babbling like a baby, my pelvis thrusting madly to no avail. I could not take this any longer. What harm is a little vibrating egg, anyway? So I said yes.
She immediately reached a hand behind me and slipped one finger directly into my ass. That pushed me over the edge and I started to orgasm, the pre-cum dripping down my dick. She pulled her finger out and grabbed both my shredded ass checks with her hands, squeezing like a vise. A shriek tore through my throat, the pain almost made me black out, and it certainly stopped my orgasm in its tracks. My mind just couldn’t cope with it all and I did pass out.
This time when I woke up, my position was changed. I was no longer hanging, but was laid face down along a sawhorse, my legs tied to the sawhorse legs at one end, my chest resting the length of the crosspiece, my head lolling over the opposite end with my hands drawn down and tied to sawhorse legs on that end. I could feel the terrible vulnerability of my bare ass. My limp dick was hanging between my legs. The nipple clamps were alive and well, the sawhorse didn’t interfere with them at all. She was in the process of giving me an enema. It was the contents of my bowel rushing out that woke me up. I was so humiliated before her. There was absolutely nothing I could do about it. Her restraints were professionally done and unbreakable. After the third enema she seemed satisfied and proceeded to rub oil around my anus. She constantly coated her finger with the oil and was soon happily thrusting it into my asshole. She forced more and more oil into me, the finger digging deeper and deeper into my canal. Rubbing my prostate she brought me right to the screaming edge of orgasm, then pulled her finger out. I moaned and shook with tension, my mouth outrunning my brain, begging for more ass play. I HAD to get off!
She told me that she was glad to accommodate my request. Then she showed me the vibrating egg. It certainly wasn’t one of those little silver bullet-size eggs I’d seen around. This monster was the size of a chicken egg, the metal smooth and seamless. A cord ran out of one end to the controller, which was in her other hand. I could not see her and she stood behind me and started rubbing the egg against my slick ass. She slipped one, two, and then three fingers into my asshole, stretching me open over time. Then I could feel the intense pressure as the egg started its journey into my nether regions. As the egg forced my hole to stretch and expand, my ass was busy telling my brain that this was not acceptable. I started screaming again as it felt as if my asshole was tearing wide open. She continued to push it in slowly until the thickest part finally breached my defenses. The rest of the egg slid quickly in with a slight pop. My asshole tightened immediately, conveniently closing around the egg inside me. She inserted a finger and pushed the egg deeper until it rested against my prostate. Then she turned it on.
All my muscles seized as the unfamiliar vibration in my ass buzzed against my most secret sensitive places. I forgot all about the nipple pain and the bruises and cuts. All my senses were focused on that egg. I shook like a leaf while the biggest most intensive orgasm of my life rolled over my like a tidal wave. My dick poured cum onto the floor. When I came back to my senses, her hands were roaming all over my body, her warm bare skin pressed up against my hot flayed skin. I hurt so bad and I never felt better. My mind still reeled from the orgasmic heights that she’d taken me to. She was my queen. The one I worshipped.
My body hardly paused as my dick hardened yet again. She turned down the vibration until it was just below the point that satisfied me. It kept my mind on my dick, but not enough to cum again.
She came around to the end of the sawhorse and placed her magnificent pussy in front of my face. I was ordered to service her. I didn’t need the order, just the opportunity. She was completely shaved. I raised my head and licked her the best I could. I wanted to bury my face in her cunt, but she held back just enough so only my tongue could reach her. It was difficult for me, being tied to the sawhorse, and so abused, but I ate her the best I could. After a short while, she seemed to orgasm but did not move away. I dropped my head to rest. Yet another big mistake. She squatted down so she could look me directly the face and proceeded to tell me what a worthless shit I was, that I couldn’t even perform satisfactorily for such a short time. I hung my head in shame, I was just SO tired! She didn’t want to hear my excuses and didn’t care. She walked away and came right back with a bamboo switch, which she happily showed me.
The thought of her using that switch on my already bruised and torn body was a horror to me. I quickly lived that nightmare. She laid that bamboo switch on me with a passion. That switch was so thin and flexible, but also so strong. I lost every semblance of civilized man. I shrieked as if the devil himself was behind me. Maybe he/she was. Through a haze, I felt her stop. Then she pulled my head up sharply by my hair and said, “Since you can’t handle a little pussy-eating, then you’ll just have to suck on this for a while!” She shoved a dildo gag in my mouth and buckled it tightly around my head. The dildo was of average size, but in my condition and inexperience, I choked and gagged on it. She waited a minute until I had gotten a little handle on it, and then started with the bamboo switch again.
Every place she could reach she ripped into with that switch. My arms and legs took their share, but my back and ass were brutally attacked. I fell into a spinning hole of pain and agony. My behavior had been so stupid and I was paying the price ten-fold. Then my most dreaded thought happened. She brought that switch up between my legs and hit on my cock and balls. If that sawhorse hadn’t been bolted to the floor, I would have dragged it with me to get away from her. As it was, I felt like I tore every muscle in my body trying to wrench free. She was hitting fairly softly, yet the pain was unbearable. Tears streamed down my face, my fists were clenched tight and my legs shook from the shock. After 6 or 8 blows to my privates she stopped. I could feel the warm blood in several places on my back and legs where the skin has been laid open.
She asked me if I would like her to stop. I nodded my head vigorously, YES! She said she would be happy to stop if I agreed to wear a chastity-type cock cage. I didn’t care what she wanted. I agreed to anything and everything she wanted. She knelt between my legs and started installing the desired cock cage. It was a contraption of metal rings and leather straps. I had seen similar ones many times. But I’d never had one placed on me. That was for others, not me. But I had agreed and I certainly didn’t want her to start with the bamboo again or any of her other painful tricks. Being completely limp from the pain, my cock was thrust easily into the device. Even limp, though, I could feel that the rings were too small for comfort. The device extended just barely past my cockhead. I didn’t even want to think about what would happen when I got an erection. Leather straps went around and between my balls, drawing fairly tight, but not painfully. Yet. She locked it all together with a tiny little gold padlock. My prison was complete.
Her next step was to take a feather and start tickling my balls with it, also between the rings of the cock cage. But instead of feeling ticklish, my brain-dead dick responded with a vengeance. I felt like the Incredible Hulk must have felt just before he split all his clothes. Except that damned cock cage wasn’t going to split. Those metal rings held firm, a vise around my cock. My cockhead pressed painfully against the end. My normal 9” erect length was compressed into an extremely painful 6”. I rocked myself sideways on the sawhorse, trying to distract myself from the pressure. But so much was going on with my body, there was no place to hide or gain relief. I had agreed to, and especially BEGGED, for this to happen. She had pulled the greatest mindfuck on me ever.
With each step, the previous steps seemed easier and more attractive. The nipple clamps, which had seemed such a brutal horror, were now just a small pain. The bruises and cuts made me feel hot and swollen, felt as a sexual flush. The big anal egg kept up the pressure of invasion and helplessness, while stimulating my prostate into overdrive. The restrictive cuffs, instead of feeling trapped, now made me feel safe and comforted. The dildo gag allowed me to feel free, I didn’t have to hold back my screams and moans to feel macho. She was in control. I had given her that complete control, not only over my body, but also over my mind and soul. She was so beautiful, so perfect, so demanding of perfection in others. How could I ever live up to her expectations? But she was helping me, teaching me, punishing me when needed. I was so grateful to her.
Which brings me back to the beginning of this story. She untied me from the sawhorse and helped me stagger over to the computer desk and chair. She dropped me in the chair, the vibrating egg reminding me of its presence. Now when I looked down, I could see my purple cock straining against the cruel cage, demanding to be released and satiated. But it was locked up tight and there was nothing I could do. Besides, I’m sure she knows best. So here I sit in the chair, my hands poised over the keyboard while she instructs me to put my experience and feelings down on paper. I don’t even know how to start, my mind cannot concentrate while my body is in such exquisite torment. That doesn’t deter her.
….She is forcing me to write this. To put my thoughts on paper, where I cannot deny them. She stands over me, the coiled whip in her hand, looking over my shoulder as I type. I can barely focus on the screen. I shift my weight constantly in the chair as I struggle to find a position that doesn’t hurt. My ass and back are on fire. My cock and balls are swollen and hard, but inaccessible in their little prison. My skin is sweaty and sore beneath the heavy leather bands around my wrists and ankles. My jaw aches from the dildo gag filling my mouth. My nipples burn as the angry little clamps dig deep. My muscles ache and shiver. The little vibrating egg up my ass does a nasty dance against my prostate. She winds the long whip around my neck, garroting me. “Get on with it” she whispers against my ear as she tugs none-too-gently on the whip. My bloodshot eyes struggle to find the keys, my vision starting to go black as she tightens the whip, the threat implicit as she pulls it a little more. I must type. She demands it. And I start……
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