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Manipi2u -> torture (4/13/2005 11:21:00 AM)
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It has been one week since I gave myself to him. It has been beautiful but it remains excruciating. I have been barely been touched except by his paddle. I have touched both my Master and his other play toys, why have I been excluded? Is it a test? Is he trying to see where my breaking point is, where I might melt down. I have watched as he gave the others their release. I have even given it.
He is good, I will give him that, and every time I have been forced to watch or give pleasure to another I have been unable to touch myself. There hasn’t even been the ability to rub up against something, to cause some type of sensation. When he paddles me or touches me he knows just when to stop. When I am right there, almost. You know what I am talking about. Where one more slap of leather, one more brush of a fingertip on my already sore butt would send me over the edge, but No! He knows.
Let me tell you how we met. I was at a local club dedicated to those in this lifestyle. I knew about him, most here did. He always looked so normal; others dressed the part wearing leather and such, but not him, t-shirt and jeans. His reputation was that of being strict but fair. Across the room I saw him, he was standing, talking with another Dom. Lying on the floor at his feet was his constant companion, his alpha sub as it were. While others had their subs collared and leashed he had no such need. When he moved, she moved. When he stopped she curled up at his feet, her lips never far from her Masters shoes. If you watched long enough you would catch her planting a kiss on them. I was intrigued, it seemed everyone wanted something from him. There were always submissives around him failing miserably to draw some interest. As I watched the other Doms and Dommes they all would sneak peeks over at him to see who he was talking to and when they could make their rounds of greeting. I watched from a distance all night, not leaving until after he did. I had heard that he only showed up on Saturdays, so I did as well. Always staying in the shadows, watching. He didn’t show up every Saturday but if he did I was there. For four months I observed everything I could.
Then one night as he was leaving, as I stood in the shadows near the door, someone ran into me from behind. As I bumped the table in front of me I tried to keep my glass from crashing over but missed, it slapped the table hard, then slid across as I tried desperately to grab it but off it went with a melodic crash of broken glass. I looked up and he was staring at me. I sheepishly smiled wishing I could find the proverbially hole and climb in. He tilted his head forward in a subtle nod and smiled at me. I saw in his eyes the why, why everyone was drawn to him. It’s hard to explain but there was both genuine warmth, and a bitter coldness all wrapped up in those eyes. I lowered my eyes, not because I had been trained to do so, nor because I felt it was the proper thing to do, but because his gaze unnerved me so. When I looked back up he was walking out the exit. After that night I did everything I could to be noticed. Over the course of a year we became as friendly as two could be with never speaking. He always nodded acknowledgement of my presence, which was more than I could say for most in the club.
But now I am here, in his house. I have given myself to him. Collared? No. But I am here. The first day I was allowed a taste of him. I savored every moment as his cock slid into my mouth. Tracing every inch with my tongue, trying to map every vein in my mind. I sat against the wall with my hands shackled above my head using only my lips and tongue to explore him. His alpha sub, Kim, sat next to me explaining what he liked and how I could better please him. I continued with my tongue and lips for what seemed a short lifetime but as soon as he reached the point of no return he withdrew from my mouth and gave it to her. I begged with my eyes for a taste but I never even saw a drop of his nectar. I watched her throat move as she swallowed. Tears welled in my eyes as I watched her finish; I had been the one to give the pleasure, why had I not been rewarded?
After that first day, which was a Sunday, I thought I would be allowed to leave. After all I had a life. I had a cat at home to take care of, not to mention my job. Not much of a job, secretary or for the more politically correct; administrative assistant, but it was a job. When Monday morning rolled around and I was still confined to the wall I asked about it. The response was direct, “You are not to speak unless you are asked a question that requires more than a nod or shake of the head, understand?” I nodded. He brought me a phone and told me to call into work and tell them I wouldn’t be in today. He saw the questioning look in my eyes and said I could speak.
“When will I be allowed to return?”
“You have much to learn before that will happen. I would ask for a leave of absence if I were you.”
“What about my apartment? My cat?” I implored.
“It will be taken care of, now make the call.” My boss was less than understanding. Explaining that for personal reasons I would be unable to be there for a short period of time was not acceptable to him. He asked if I wanted to pick up my last check or have it mailed. For obvious reasons I chose the postal route. I was removed from the wall and locked into stocks in the corner of the room. At least my arms were no longer above my head. Later that day my cat came sauntering in, rubbing up against my leg and purring, at least I knew she was safe.
Over the next week I was kept under lock and key constantly. I was taken to the bathroom at times but not enough. I would sit on the floor in a puddle of my own making and wait embarrassed. The first time I expected some type of punishment, but he just had Kim clean it and me up. I was fed, given water and bathed on occasion.
During that week I was made to give both Kim and another submissive pleasure with my tongue. It was something I had always enjoyed immensely. But other than a couple of spankings, one when I talked when I shouldn’t have and another when I made eye contact with him, I was not touched. No pain, no pleasure. I was privy though to a living breathing porn work of art. I watched as his two subs played with each other, with every activity my heat rose. It was as if I didn’t exist as he mounted them one after the other for what seemed hours on end. Again the fire within me boiled.
After a week I was roughly strapped over what seemed to be a large sawhorse with leather on top. My hands and ankles were bound to each other. At first I felt the slap of his hand. Ohhhh the wonderful feeling of flesh, it felt like it had been years since I was touched. Then the fingers, they explored me, rubbed at the raw spots and massaged my cheeks. I was not prepared for the way he entered me. All of a sudden he had mounted me from behind and was driving into me with savage force. I had never felt so filled before, not because of his size but by the ferocity of his assault. I was reaching a fever pitch when just as rapidly as he had entered he pulled out. I moaned, my body gyrating on its own. I tried to push back and feel him enter me again but instead I watched as he lay Kim down on the floor in front of me. He entered her slowly, I could only see her face but I could see in it how well he fucked her. I stared at it as he plunged deep within her and then oh so slowly he would withdraw. The fire within me was ready to explode. Where was my pleasure? Where was my release? I felt like a volcano caldron, pent up lava ready to explode, just waiting for the fissure to open up. But it was not I who felt the overwhelming relief of orgasm. I continued to watch her face as she exploded. I watched the muscles on her neck strain as she lifted her shoulders off the floor. I saw the smile spread across her face as her body stopped its contractions. “That was MY orgasm that was MY release.” I screamed inside.
During the next week I was allowed more freedom around the house, but only when my Master was around. I was once again denied release of any kind and when I was caught trying to rub against something to illicit pleasure I was severely chastised. The second time I was caught I was back over the sawhorse with ankles and wrists bound. This time it wasn’t the hand or paddle, it was a whip, and before the third lashing my tears were flowing. I wondered to myself how I had gotten into this and whether or not it was something I even wanted.
But after he was done he sat on the floor next to my face. He brushed some tears away and said that I must learn to obey. That it was not my choice when and if I received pleasure. It was not my choice what I did or when. It was his choice and the sooner I learned that the sooner I would get what I desired. His words and touches were so soothing. The pain, the words, my desire all intermixed and I knew. I knew this was my place, that I belonged to him and that I would wait as patiently as I could. I knew in that moment that he would give me all I desired and more.
By the fourth week of my enslavement I felt I could take no more. During the night, as my desire kept me awake, as the fire inside me burned brighter and brighter, I had a thought that made me laugh out loud. Maybe this was what caused spontaneous combustion. Here I was having an epiphany if you will. Solving a medical condition that up and to this point had baffled leading physicians. Maybe the fire of desire, the flame of passion when wetted and allowed to simmer without release first overwhelmed the mind and soul and eventually took the body as well. I felt like I was burning up, that my body was consumed by a fever that couldn’t be cured.
When I awoke this morning I was taken to the wall. This time I was affixed so that I was standing, my arms cuffed up high above my head. I figured this was just a new torture for me. That my Master was leaving the house and wanted to make sure that I could provide myself no pleasure. However, he wanted me to suffer good this time. This time he had both Kim and his other “little girl”, that is all he calls her and I have yet to find out her name, kneel in front of him. They both started kissing and licking his glorious cock. Right in front of me they were once again allowed to do the things that haunted my dreams. Once again I was not allowed to participate. Once again the fire rose within me. He looked me in the face and commanded, “Watch.” I nodded though it was a command I had no intention of disobeying.
After a time, I think short but couldn’t be sure, he commanded them to stop, and I think he knew I could take no more. He told Kim to kneel in front of me. He stood right next to me, our hips touching. He told me how proud he had been of me over the last two weeks. His hand squeezed at one nipple and then the other. His fingertips traced a path down my chest and over my belly. He had never touched me like this. His hand had never been so intimate with me before. His fingers opened and he grasped my cock between them. “Cum.” He whispered as his fingers squeezed at my cock. The fissure had opened and now the lava raced from the caldron, spewing out. I felt Kim’s mouth envelope me as my cock continued to erupt. Never before had my orgasm reached the levels of intensity that this one did, never before had I ever felt so used up after. Never before had I felt so owned.
I am back at work now. I live in my apartment, my cat and me. But I am still owned by my Master. I don’t dare cum unless commanded to, even though I have the freedom to do so. He has me over a few times a month and I rarely go longer than a week now without my release.
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