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boundfem -> A TrueStory (12/12/2004 9:07:36 PM)
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We were sitting and watching tv in the basement when Mistress went upstairs for a moment to make a telephone call. I had been sitting on the floor and She had been sitting in the only chair in the room, but when She went upstairs, i plopped myself in the chair for the few moments She was gone. When She came back down and saw me in Her chair, She immediately told me to get out of Her chair and i in my cheekiest voice suggested we share the chair. I guess I was in an ornery and a silly mood. I was just trying to be a little cute..BIG mistake! Before i knew what was happening, Mistress yanked a fistful of my hair, pulling me to the floor instantaneously. I immediately uttered, "i'm sorry" because i could tell She was about to get angry and perhaps my plea would have worked except i happened to have caught a case of the giggles.
I saw Her taking something out of the chest drawers and as She approached me i could tell it was a pair of wrist restraints. She grabbed my arms behind me and locked the restraints on and then tied my arms behind my back. I was half sitting, half kneeling at the time trying to gain my balance and trying desperately to keep from laughing, which of course only made me laugh more uncontrollably. Then She tied rope around my ankles and attached my ankles to my wrist cuffs. She pushed my head down, so i stared at the floor and tried to look out of the corner of my eye to see what She was getting next out of the chest of drawers. She then brought over what i could tell was a ball-gag and i tried begging Her telling Her it wasn't necessary, but before i could finish my sentence, She stuffed the gag in my mouth forcing it in as far as it could go and strapped it shut behind my head.
"There, now I can watch my tv show in peace, " She said. I looked at Her with my best pity look but it did no good at all. "Watch the show, " She coldly replied. I kept looking over at Her, trying to bat my eyelashes at Her, hoping She'd find some pity for poor little me in Her heart as i was really getting uncomfortable. Then She looked at me and with a swift kick, knocked me off balance and i fell to my side unable to sit up due to my arms being bound behind me. I was only able to stare at the wall now and Mistress said, "since you don't want to watch the show, you don't need to sit up!" I just laid there quietly (ha ha i didn't exactly have a choice) for a few minutes daydreaming to alleviate the discomfort and boredom of my situation, when Mistress suddenly got up from Her chair, shut off the tv and lowered the lights and went over to the wall. I strained my head to see what She was doing; i saw Her grab something off the hooks on the wall, but didn't see what it was exactly. She stood over me and roughly pushed me over onto my back. I had to lay with my hands and legs under me as they were bound together still and this became increasingly uncomfortable every second. I had never seen this side of my Mistress before, She usually was rather sweet to me and even when we played, She never really hurt me very much nor was She excessively strict with me. But, i was shocked at the very different way She was acting. I was even a bit frightened of Her as i lay there unable to say a word or move at all.
As She stood over me, I saw that what She had taken off the wall was a crop that She now held in Her hand. I could feel the wetness in my sex develop as She lifted my shirt and bra and i just lay there anxious and totally immobile. She then began to hit my left nipple with the crop, increasing the intensity with each smack. She didn't stop or pause for even one second, but kept the same furious rhythm harshly slapping my tit. There was no slow build up or tease that usually came with any slap She delivered in the past. I moaned as the burning in my nipple became excruciating and wished Her to at least switch to the other side, but She didn't and kept slicing my nipple incessantly. I thought i could not take the fire in my breast one moment longer when She hit me on the same spot a few more times, harder and harder. I began to whimper but that didn't stop Her at all as it usually did. My mind began to fill with the impossibility of that pain when finally Mistress stopped momentarily only to begin on the other nipple that was ignored until now. With my nipple piercings, nipple torture seems worse than it was before, and any sensation to the nipple is multiplied including and especially pain. Within moments, my right nipple is exceeding the pain in my left and i really do not know how much more i can take. Mistress continues to pound on my tit with a furious pattern showing me absolutely no mercy. While i let out cries of pain, She stopped and felt my pussy and commented on how wet it was. This usually embarrasses me somewhat, but my mind was completely absorbed in the sharpness of the pain lingering in my nipples that i hadn't even thought about feeling embarrassed at that point.
"So, are you still laughing?" She asked. I quickly and emphatically shook my head 'no' and tried to utter "mmmm mmmm" to give Her as clear a no as possible. I repeated that enthusiastically when She asked me if i still thought this was funny. Mistress then pulled down my pants and my panties and began to smack my clit with the same crop with the same fierceness as She had punished my nipples with. This was even harder to bear and i tried desperately to wiggle and escape each blow unsuccessfully. She held my torso down with Her free hand while She continued to thrash at my pussy. The pain was inexplicably intense and the throbbing caused an equal measure of this pain and the beginnings of those waves of pleasure to spread throughout my body. And just as i was caught up in those waves and began to approach an early stage of cumming, She abruptly stopped and ordered me to roll over onto my stomach. I tried to catch my breath and my head, and She pushed me over Herself impatiently. Mistress then untied the rope connecting my arms and legs but left my legs still bound together as well as my arms tied behind my back. She went back over to the wall and i just lay there looking right into the carpet. I stretched out my legs and was shocked by the sudden lash i felt across my ass. Without any pause, She laid another harder stroke in the very same spot with a braided leather whip. Again, there was no 'warm up' nor the erotic, soft touch that usually accompanied her spankings or floggings. She just whipped my buttocks repeatedly harder and harder without any pause. After just a few moments, i found it impossible to lay still and rolled over onto my back wanting desperately to escape the stinging whip for even one moment.
This was met with a quick rebuke, "Get back over Now!" and i hurried to turn back over truly not wanting to make anything worse for myself. Usually in a scene, i yearn for the pain and i yearn for my Mistress's whip as it is usually mixed with pleasure and eroticism. Now, i wished it to end and while i wanted to bear it out of submission and wanted to please Her, my body tried to escape the blows. Without any hesitation, She delivered another series of lashings to my ass until i was moaning loudly in pain and again i could not stand the fire there and could not help but roll over onto my stomach to try to avoid that whip for just one brief instant.
"So, you want to be hit there instead?" Mistress asked with the cruelest tone I have ever heard Her use. I tried to beg Her with cries as I shook my head furiously. But that did not move Her either and She demanded me to spread my legs. I let out a few cries knowing there was nothing i could do but obey as She began to pound at my clit brutally with the crop again. I was on the verge of breaking, i thought, as i writhed and cried out as best i could through the gag. The inability to beg or say a word or implore for mercy, made the entire situation that much harder to sustain and seemed to make each smack and each blow more intense. Mistress continued to ardently beat my clit and i heard my own cries from my gagged mouth as i tried to get "please" to come out as a stinging, burning fire enflamed my swollen clit. There was no more i could take but She smacked there relentlessly. I used all of my strength to roll myself over onto my stomach to evade the tormenting rap of that crop to my suffering clit.
Without missing a beat, Mistress picked up a thin wooden cane and swiftly laid it hard on my buttocks. She repeated this in the exact same spot, sending a piercing volt of pain through the lower half of my body. She waited just one second before She brought the cane down a little lower on the very bottom of my ass sending another shocking wave of pain to my body. And again the cane was smacked on my ass, and the next stroke She brought to my thighs which made me wail as the effect of the cane was excruciating, even more so as it impressed the back of my thighs. Without an ounce of mercy for my muffled pleas, Mistress let that cane down on my ass and legs a few more times before She returned it to the wall, forwhich i was so very grateful.
I had one minute to catch my breath as Mistress sat down in Her chair and just watched me in my anguish. "You do know you will not be allowed to cum tonight, don't you?" She asked as i looked up at Her. I shook my head acknowledging and accepting Her decision, thinking that this would probably be the most torturous thing She could possibly do to me. She then told me to bring my legs in front of Her and spread them again and She began to beat on my pussy again with Her crop. I struggled to keep my legs open in total fear but it was difficult as the agony in my pussy became unendurable and my knees closed for one brief second. Mistress got up from Her chair and pulled my legs up over my head and alternated between smacking my pussy and slapping my ass with the crop. The fury stirring through my entire body was a vehemently intolerable fire. Mistress stopped the beating and began to penetrate my pussy with Her finger, and at that angle it sent my body to quiver but this ceased as quickly as it began leaving my dripping pussy to ache in its want.
Mistress let my legs fall to the floor and pushed me over onto my stomach again. I was one big ball of jello as every part of me quivered from the intensity of the torment i had had to endure. Mistress delivered a few more sharp blows to my backside as i sobbed and at last the lashing ceased. She pulled my head up by grabbing a handful of hair and told me in a voice just above a whisper that carried equally an aura of total sternness and seductive sensuality that i was to get dressed and clean up the basement. She removed the ropes and restraints and left me to regain my sense as She went upstairs. I put my clothes back on and put away all the toys that were left on the floor and put the restraints and ropes back in the drawers of the chest.
When i was done, i went upstairs to find out if i was needed further and Mistress told me She would talk to me later. I gave Her a kiss and thanked Her of course, and went home to ponder and dream about the Woman i love and adore... and fear.
The end.
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