I had only been talking on the internet with him for a week. He said he was a sadist, who knew no limits. They all say that though.

Yeah yeah, he'd invite mates round to fuck me while I was tied on his bed. Yeah yeah he'd force me into prostitution. Yeah yeah he'd violate me with every object he could fit inside me. Yeah yeah he would have me in a state where I would not know where I was. He would piss in my mouth, slap my face till my ears rang, gag me till my mouth was as dry as sandpaper, he would cane me, hog tie me, force me to lick his dirty boots? yeah yeah yeah.

But just incase he could do half of that AND make me cum a couple of times during the evening, well it was worth the trip to his place in North London and the bottle of wine he said I had to bring as an offering.

I was to drive to him naked. (tho modesty made me wrap a coat over my shoulders). I was to knock at his door, shake my coat loose instantly, nod to his flat mate if we passed but not make proper eye contact. I was to go straight into his room and lie face down on his bed.

I had been instructed to bring some toys and leave the bag by the door where he would rummage through at his leisure. I did as I was told. His flatmate did not bat an eye as I strode naked past his bedroom door, he was busy on his Play Station. I had text him en route to say that I needed to use the bathroom as the journey had taken longer than expected. He said I would pass it on the way to his room and it was the only allowance he would make. After that there would be no deviance from his instructions.

The bedroom I entered was dark, I could make out a brass bedstead and clutter all around. Not the tidiest of places but it looked and smelled clean. I lay on the bed arms by my side, head facing away from the door. I waited maybe 6-8 minutes in darkness and silence. A sudden stinging lash across my buttocks made me jump in fright and cry out.

He shouted that I had done wrong already. I had not removed my shoes! He yanked them off, then deftly attached two ankle cuffs. I did not move. I let this man pull me around, moving me into the position he wanted. My arms pulled, crossed behind my back, wrist cuffs attached, then he tied rope through the D-rings in each cuff and pulled it tight. My feet came up to meet my hands. I was hog tied and helpless.

What had I let myself in for? This man could be an axe murderer. He forced a ball gag in my mouth, threw a pillow on top of my head and left the room, closing the door behind him.

I lay there again for ages. I heard a TV go on in the next room, loud laughter. Later, I don't know how long, he re-entered the room.

He straddled the end of the bed, pushed my knees apart, held my cheeks apart and spat at my puckered opening. He roughly pushed a digit in me, long nails grazing the delicate skin. I struggled but could not move away.

Another digit entered me, obviously his two thumbs, stretching me open. Then he removed them but instantly I felt a bigger pressure. I was not sure what it was but he was pushing with all his force. He actually moved me up the bed but the pillows stopped my movement any further. He thrust and twisted it and despite my screaming through the gag he ignored me and continued until it finally was bedded deep inside me. He placed my fingers over the end and said I was to hold it in place. If it were to fall out I would be beaten and then he would replace it with something bigger and less smooth.

He left the room. Door closed, lights off Another 10 minutes passed, the pressure inside my anus was trying to push out the dildo, my fingers ached from trying to hold it in.

He returned. I knew he was standing over me but he said nothing. A full minute passed. Then I felt a searing pain on my lower back. Across the tops of my ass cheeks, between my shoulder blades. Candle wax. But how was there so much? How many candles can one guy hold?

He made sure the pillow was back over my head He left. I heard him talking to his mate, they were watching a comedy programme on TV, discussing it. I lay there waiting for his return, I knew it was a full 15 minutes as I heard the TV programme end. He came back in the room, more wax poured on me, between my ass cheeks being held open by the base of the dildo. It was uncomfortable as it dried hard.

He told me not to speak but to answer his questions by squeezing his hand. Once for yes, twice for no. Was I able to breathe? Yes. Could I escape? No. Was I glad I came? I hesitated. He asked again. Still no reply. Then he added Was I turned on? I was ashamed to admit that I was. He pushed two fingers inside my pussy, they slipped in easy which answered his question..

He stood and then as if I were a rag doll, he flipped me over on to my back. The weight of my own body on my arms was intense, my feet were up against my buttocks. He pushed my knees apart, ensured my fingers could still reach the dildo and hold it in. The pillow back over my face. He left.

I felt my juices run out of my pussy, it lubricated my arse and I pushed the dildo in deeper. I was getting hot and light headed, I needed more oxygen. I wriggled and thrashed about and gradually the pillow fell to the side, enough for me to see the darkened room and to gulp some air through the sides of my mouth, not blocked by the ball.

He burst in. He took the pillow and pushed it hard into my face. Oh my God he was going to suffocate me! I started to buck. He knelt on my stomach. He took the pillow away and grabbed my throat tight, putting pressure on my carotid arteries. The room spun. He released me, blindfolded me, then more pain as the wax hits my breasts, my navel and then down on to my pussy. I could feel it hardening on my lips and the feeling was like a touch. Then he took the gag out of my mouth and placed something else in my mouth.

Bite on this Bitch he said. I clamped my teeth round the candle. Its alight, he warned me. Don't struggle unless you want wax in your mouth. He began to pick at the hardened wax on my pussy. The feeling was surreal. It was pleasurable though it pulled at the delicate skin as he peeled it off me. He took the candle from between my teeth, told me to stick my tongue out.

I knew what was coming next. He tipped the candle up and the wax poured down on to my tongue tip. I wanted to gag. He waited a moment, peeled it off, opened my mouth by force and laid the circle of wax further in my mouth. Keep it warm he said. He left. ????????????............

And so it went on. Each time he left for 10 minutes or more and each time he returned to defile and degrade me further. My vibrator pushed inside me, rubbing against the ever present dildo. He used tape to tie it in place, turned it on and left me to cum. Alone and in silence.

He asked if I needed water. I nodded. He threw it over me and left.

He asked if I were cold. I nodded. More wax, on my nipples. He left

He asked if Id had enough. I nodded. He laughed. He left.

He asked if I had cum. I nodded. He straddled me, wanked over my face. He left.

Ten minutes I lay, covered in his cum, aching limbs, hard wax pinching my nipples. He returned. He undid my bindings. Withdrew the 2 vibes from me, loudly and harshly. The blood flowed back to my extremities, painful pins and needles.

He helped me stand and led me to the bathroom. Climb into the bath, lay on your back, he demanded. I did as was told. He took his semi hard cock in his hand and began to urinate on me. I cowered away, turned my head to the side. Eyes front, mouth open he said. It was not shouted but I knew he meant it.

I did as ordered and he pissed all in my hair, over my face and into my mouth. I struggled not to gag. My mouth filled and the excess ran out over my chin. I don't know he held so much fluid in him, the golden shower went on forever. Finally his bladder was empty. He said I was dirty, needed to wash myself. He turned on the shower, cold water of course.

He said he would return when I was clean. 5 minutes I stayed there. My feet were numb, my teeth were chattering. He finally came back and with a look of pity he helped me stand and wrapped a towel around me.

I looked at him for the first time, then regretted it as he slapped me hard for direct eye contact. He dragged me to the lounge, pushed me to my knees on the floor, sat on the sofa with his legs resting on my back and used the remote to turn the TV back on. I knelt there till the warmth started to return to my body. He watched in silence. I was shaking so hard.

Suddenly he was kneeling over me, his weight pushing me down but I welcomed his body heat. I did not murmur when suddenly he eased another butt plug in me, He caressed my neck, my shoulders, nibbled my ears then with a hard chomp, he bit into my back. I thought he had broken the skin. it was excruciating.

I pulled away from him, fell flat on the floor. He held the back of my neck down with one hand, reached for his crop with the other. 6, 8, 10 and more, hard strikes across my ass and thighs. I started to cry. I went limp, no energy left in me to struggle. He scooped me up, turned me to face him. He was on the edge of the sofa I was between his knees.

He held my head in his hands and kissed me tenderly. I did not respond at first but as his tongue caressed my lips, as he gently pulled on them with his teeth, as he probed me, I gradually opened my mouth and kissed him back. I was so taken in by this tenderness that it took a while before I realised he was increasing the pressure around my neck.

He was pulling me up by it, my knees were off the floor, the room was spinning, getting darker. Suddenly he was shaking me from side to side, not too harshly but it disorientated me. I was not really there, I had left this place, entered a subspace - if that's what it is called.

He kept me still for a moment then let me relax into his arms. I was shaken but suddenly a calmness came over me. He looked at me and smiled. He had caused that. I remembered him saying he knew acupuncture and martial arts and all about pressure points.

I was spent. I was dazed. He led me to the bedroom, I allowed him to lay me down, cover me with a blanket. He lay next to me, our bodies not touching. I slept for a couple of hours.

He woke me with a shake. No anger, no animosity. Leave, he said. Now, he said.

I scooped up my things and left the flat without a good bye or a backwards glance. I spent the next 2 days in a semi dream. Emotions all over the place, Exhausted physically and mentally. I could not focus nor function.

Im not sure if I will ever go back but I will never forget.

DEDICATED TO TWO FRIENDS OF MINE- my version of "Sliding Doors".



The wine bar was classy; subdued lighting, soft music, good crowd and a wonderful buffet laid on for the New Years Eve celebration. The conversation flowed effortlessly, Mikey her new companion a delight to be with.

The pub was smoky, crowded, noisy, bright and gaudy. Raucous laughter, the smell of sweaty armpits and stale beer, spilled peanuts and Twiglets littered the floor. Pikey, her date for the night flicked spent matches at unsuspecting customers

They clinked their champagne glasses at the stroke of midnight, a good finish to the bottle of fine wine she and Mikey had already shared amongst friends.

Pikey had lined up his 9 empty pint glasses, each containing a dribble of flat Yorkshire bitter, a testament to his drinking power.

Mikey waved goodbye to his friends as they stepped out into the icy night. His Audi Quattro was parked right outside. He opened the door for her, before getting in himself and within minutes the heated seats and hot air blower was warming them as they cruised towards his 4 bedroom detached house in Kensington.

Pikey shouted out ?Night, wankers? and left laughing to himself, the door nearly hitting her as he barged through forgetting about her on his heels. She clamoured inside his Ford Cortina, narrowly avoided being impaled on the spring sticking through the ripped tiger skin faux fur cover. They headed to his bedsit above a Kebab shop in Muswell Hill.

As they entered Mikey's house she slipped off her shoes and her feet sunk into the inch long velvet plush carpet.

As she stepped over Pikey's doorstep she slipped on the torn and stained lino.

Mikey took hold of her head in his warm soft hands and placed his mouth over hers in a passionate kiss.

Pikey placed his hand over her nose as he laughingly explained that he had farted.

Mikey led her upstairs to the Master bedroom and opened the drapes around the four poster bed, he lit candles and gently laid her on the bed, covered with an eighteen hundred count, hand embroidered, White Egyptian cotton throw.

Pikey walked into the one room and opened the sofa bed covered with crumpled, cigarette burnt, greying but non matching sheets of indeterminate age or origin.

Mikey whispered to her ? I want you desperately? and before she could reply with the same sentiment he leant forward and kissed her more fervently than before. They slowly and sensually removed each other's clothes. As she helped him take off his trousers his larger than average cock sprang up towards the heavens.

Pikey said ?Shall we fuck?? and before she could show her indifference to the suggestion he belched loudly over her. He dropped his pants and pulled her dress up roughly. He struggled to get his T-shirt over his larger than average head.

Mikey's toned, tanned body slipped easily between he legs, his six pack rippled in the candle light

Pikey wobbled to the middle of the bed dragging her over on top of him. His beer belly flashing orange, in time with the Zebra crossing beacon outside the uncurtained window.

Mikey's erection reached past his navel, a glorious stiff, straight thick specimen. He lowered himself onto her, the first 3 inches of his manhood entering her slowly but firmly. Her muscles struggled to relax to allow him entry as the next 3 inches invaded her wetness, filled her inner sanctum.

Pikey's flaccid penis dangled between his legs, the baggy foreskin folding over his knob, obscuring it completely. She plucked and pulled at it, raising a small erection and slipped the 2 inches inside her. She wriggled down and clenched her muscles tightly trying to hold the grip, hoping he would at least touch the sides of her quim.

Mikey took her breath away as he thrust in his final 2 inches, the girth stretching her to capacity. She gasped loudly as he plunged into her again and again. She writhed in ecstasy as their orgasms built in unison and they came together in a head swirling, heart stopping crescendo.

She held her breath as Pikey let go a rip roaring fart and burst out laughing, totally ruining the moment and losing him the erection she had fought hard to achieve. She writhed in agony as he rolled on top of her, trapping her leg and making her head spin as he banged it with his elbow.

Mikey lay gently next to her, his 12 stone form pressed against her, making her feel secure, wanted, desired. He wanted to continue but he knew they needed to sleep. ?In the morning I want to explore every inch of you for hours? he said. He spooned her lovingly, stroking her hair and back, nuzzling her neck, watching her fall asleep, before he too closed his eyes, exhaled deeply smiling to himself, for he knew he had found his soulmate, his equal.

Pikey lay heavily on her, panting with the exertion, his 16 stone weight crushing her, making her feel uncomfortable. He knew it was no use. ?Let's try again tomorrow? he grumbled. He rolled off her, scratched his arse, gave a final belch and fell into a deep sleep, punctuated by snoring and farting with equal measure.

KISS OF LIFE, KISS OF DEATH




He moved quickly towards her, she jumped back a little expecting the strike of his hand across her cheek.

Instead he took her head in his hands.

His fingers entwined in her hair, she waited for the sharp tug that would bring her to her knees.

Instead he brought her face close to his.

She waited for his command, his spoken displeasure, his criticism.

Instead he stared silently deep into her eyes.

Now she was truly frightened. This was new. this was not him. She didnt like this soft stuff. His face was calm and serene and yet a voice in her screamed to get away. But she was riveted to the spot.

He pressed up against her, pushing her back to the wall, she could feel his hardness grinding against her.

Her breathing increased. She flushed. Her head was spinning.

NO !!!! This was her Dom, her Master, her keeper. Not her lover, her beau.

He was leaning in closer, his hands holding her ever tighter.

His head tilted and moved towards her. He was going to kiss her !!

She panicked. This apprehension was worse than waiting for a strike of his cane.

She didnt want this, it confused her.

His lips covered hers, they both parted in unison.

Her breathing stopped. This was not passion.

He pushed harder against her. The back of her head wedged between the wall and his two hands, all three sides trapped.

His face blocking the fourth, his pressure increased.

She closed her eyes momentarily, forgetting the fear that had built up in her.

But within a few seconds she opened them abruptly as the realisation dawned on her.

The insistent pressure on her face, his cheek now blocking her nostrils, his lips covering her airway. He stared intently into her eyes. She could see the wicked glint in them. He was not going to release her.

The seconds ticked by and the panic grew. Her lungs were bursting, screaming out for oxygen. Her chest felt restricted, she was weakening.

His hands held her steadfast. She struggled but his body had her pinned down.

She tried to scream but his own mouth dampened the sound. He continued holding her there, looking as her eyes glazed over. She could feel the darkness approaching, the black dots at the edge of her vision.

She became light headed and in turn her knees went weak. Only he was supporting her body now and yet still the kiss continued.

She focused one last time and saw his eyes smiling.

The power he held, showed in them. Her legs buckled, she swam into the blackness.

And then she felt herself lifted, physically, mentally. She floated.

She came down to earth with a slap. Not hard enough to damage but it woke her from her sleep.

He was standing over her, as she lay sprawled on the sofa in the front room.

She had no recollection of being moved there.

He grinned at her. A wicked evil grin. A smug grin.

She was his. He controlled her. With a slap, a command, a cane or a kiss. Her body was his.

His stance, his smug look, stood to show her he didnt need to inflict pain or instil terror to prove who was in charge..... but his eyes told her that he fully intended to later that evening - just to be sure she knew.

He stole from me ! he sneaked into my mind, he rummaged through my private thoughts, he pinched my ideas, he pilfered my prize fantasies. But he took them home not to covet but to create. He used my words, my confessions, my innocent answers to his questions to help screenwrite a scenario for me, my ultimate dream.

He showed up 10 minutes early. I was running late as usual, was still in the bath when the door bell rang. Thankfully I had finished my douching, was merely rinsing off but wet hair and stripped of make-up, unprepared, was not how I wanted to greet him.

"Instructions for Wednesday Evening" a text message read. "Open the door naked, in silence, avert your eyes, move inside immediately and take up the position of female submission." I had to look that one up !!

It referred to a Gor position. On my knees, leaning back on my heels, back straight, breasts thrust forward, head held high but eyes lowered, arms stretched above my head, wrists crossed, I was to await my Master's collar.

His early arrival threw me into disarray. I opened the door with a small towel clutched to my bosom, water dripping from my nose, mascara streaked, hair wet and lank. I looked at him, I started to speak but one glance from him silenced me.

As usual he was laden down with his oversized rucksack and his medical bag, a large stiff leather square case, flap top opening with Tardis like proportions.

How i wished I could look inside, a veritable treasure trove of implements of pain and pleasure. Just seeing him enter my house and place it on the floor would send shivers through me. Im sure he rotated the items in there, rarely bringing the same props into play each time we met. It kept me on edge, uncertain of his actions, his moods.

I assumed he would busy himself, unpacking his bags downstairs while I finished drying off upstairs but he followed me closely and at the top of the stairs he stood uneasily close to me and gently laid his hand on my head exerting a little pressure.

He wanted me to kneel, to start the proceedings with no more preparations. My arms raised above my head, the collar already in his hand. Had he driven here with it cltuched in his fist? I had not seen it appear. It was wide, thick leather and he affixed it round my neck buckling it one notch tighter than I would have preferred. Then he deftly placed a leather hood over my head and laced it as I bowed in front of him

"Instructions for Wednesday Evening" a text message read. "Ensure bedroom wall restraining points and ceiling hook are exposed."

"Instructions for Wednesday Evening" a 2nd text message read. "Ensure a CD player is available both in the bedroom and downstairs."

"Did you want music to serenade me?" I cheekily asked.

"No. To drown out your screams" he informed me. My nipples had hardened as I read his reply!

He led me into the bedroom by the collar, me shuffling behind him, disorientated by lack of sight. He pushed me against the wall and rubbed his hands greedily over my body. It was neither soft nor intimate. He groped and grabbed, pinched and slapped.

Using rope, through the collar D-ring he tied my head to the middle wall restraining ring. He pulled it up tight so I had to stand on tip toes to prevent myself from choking.

The hood was very restrictive and not in the best of positions, inside my hair was plastered against my face. I wanted to adjust myself, get comfortable but thats not really the point of it, is it?

If I had asked, he would have caused more discomfort not eased it, so I remained quiet and tried to ignore the hair caught up in my lashes, tickling my nose.

He moved away from me. I heard soft music then his bag being emptied. Rope was wrapped around my left ankle, twirled up my leg.

At the top of my thigh the final swirl came so close to my labia it was like an intimate caress and my body stiffened but then he pulled it tight, the effect opening me up, causing my clit to tingle.

The rope was drawn up and out to the side and passed through a wall ring, he lifted my arm and fastened my wrist to the rope. He then repeated the action for my right leg and arm.

He was slow and methodical. The feel of the rope against my skin was very erotic. I find it sensual; whether loosely draped or tightly tied the effect is the awesome. I feel the change come over me as each coil encloses me, one more binding, one more step closer to his control of me. My breathing rate increases, my heart thumping in my chest, I ache for his touch.

Now I am spread star-shaped, wobbling unsteadily on my toes. I can relax for a short while, feet placed flat on the floor but the pressure increases around my neck and although not dangerous it is uncomfortable. He leaves the room. I try to remain still, certain that he is spying on me. Whether it be for safety issues or because he knows I will be aware of his attention, I dont know. But it makes me tingle. He has a way of making me deliciously self conscious. I hate it. I love it.

"Questions for Wednesday Evening" a text message read. "How was my general health? my physical fitness? At what point of my menstrual cycle was I at? I baulked at answering this last question but trusted his reasons and so answered all openly and frankly.

I had been off work previously with a bad back, he wanted to ensure I was well. His experience taught him that at varying times in a month a woman's body could vary greatly. Were my nipples more sensitive, my pussy drier, my stomach more swollen, my limbs less flexible. It was a mini medical via SMS !! But he had an intense night planned for me and had to ensure I could cope with it.

He was like no other Dom I had known. For a start, none of the other had been invited back a second time !! But this one had crept into my mind. I loved his intelligence, his insightfulness and of course his great big sack of rope and black bag of tricks. He demanded nothing from me outside of our BDSM relationship but from within it he demanded everything.

Questions, questions: how he enjoyed asking them and how he delighted in my honest replies because he knew I would be blushing with embarrasment, shame even. I felt he was mean sometimes but it was also the attraction- he actually shocked me occasionally. A memory of one of our first evenings together: me, on my knees, wrists tied to ankles behind my back, make-up rubbed or slapped off, hair matted with his semen, my chin and chest covered in my own sputum after the harsh throat f*cking he gave me, I was dishevelled, bedraggled. A flash of bright light, a keepsake for his private album. Could I feel any more used, worthless, ashamed of my appearance?

Yet it wasn't until later, after release, that I caught him spying on me from the bathroom door as I brushed my teeth. I cringed with embarrasment. I did not like him seeing me carry out such an personal act. I bolted upright, asked him not to watch me rinse my mouth and spit as it was so unladylike.

He laughed increduously, reminded me that I was just forcibly hogtied and made to have anal sex. How could I suddenly be shy of spitting in front of him? I replied that I felt OK being unladylike, uncouth, his "whore" in the bedroom, during play but that my year at a posh finishing school had ingrained some manners into me !! He laughed again but he did not leave.

His intrusions, his questions sometimes shock me far more than an unexpected slap across the face. He sneaks up on me, stealth like and its downright creepy but its also downright horny. A simple text message from him can have me shivering (with fear or anticipation) as if he is there, breathing down my neck. It adds another edge to our play, something new to me, something very exciting.

The part where tied star-shaped, naked except for a hood and collar, I felt him press against me, he pinched my nipples harshly heralding his return. He had left the room for a while, I had struggled against my bonds. My calves ached from being perched on tip toes to relieve the pressure from my neck. My outstretched arms feeling heavier by the minute, my mouth dry and that damn hair inside the hood still driving me crazy. I had tried to wriggle from within, to push it out of the way but to no avail. It was torture. The music level increased- a sign that play was about to step up a notch.

He came close, His hand wrapped around my throat, constricting. I felt a coldness between my legs. I was unsure what the object was. It felt cold, icy almost, sharp edged but smooth. My mind raced. The only object I could assign those characteristics to was a speculum !! But surely, one has to be horizontal for such medical play? He had never mentioned a knowledge or liking for such but then I knew so little about him and he constantly surprised me.

I tensed each time the coldness touched me. His insistant pushing was guiding it into me. I moaned- from fear or excitement? i dont really know myself. I felt it enter me, still uncertain of what it was. He fucked me with it. Rhythm building, legs tensing, back arching, orgasm giving. My bonds did not allow much movement but my cries told him when I had cum. The energy gone from me, only the ropes keeping me standing, knees too weak to support me as the waves abated.

He sat on the edge of the bed, infront of me, watching me again. Suddenly my nostrils were assailed by a very strong and familiar odour. He stood, removed the mouthpiece of the hood and before i could say anything he was pushing 3 inches of banana through the hole and into my mouth. I struggled to take it all in my mouth and chew it, the hood making it difficult to masticate.

He left the room again to finish his work downstairs. My mind was racing. I knew this had just been the Hors D'ouvres. Was I ready for the main course?

Left alone, still tied to the wall hooks, body aching and tingling, head spinning, the hood was becoming oppressive, the collar seemed to grow tighter with each passing minute, my legs straining so much to keep me on tip toes so I did not choke myself.

What was he doing? Was he even downstairs? Or maybe he was standing only feet away from me, watching my discomfort, smiling at my helplessness.

I heard movement outside the door, he entered and released me. He grabbed the laces of the hood and dragged me downstairs by them. Into the front room and pushed down onto my knees, forehead to the floor. He placed a heavy object in my hands. Two feet long, smooth, cylindrical but rounded at both ends, maybe an inch, inch and half in diameter.

It rested on my upturned palms. He placed something else in my hands and I instinctively knew what is was and what he wanted me to do with it.

I rolled the condom over one end of the pole. He took it from me and with no further preamble he pushed it deep into my wet pussy and rested the other end on the floor so I was impaled. I heard furniture being moved, things dragged on the floor, rope being uncoiled.

Suddenly he was at my side again, he deftly flipped me over onto my back, pulled my knees to my chest, placed the pole in my hands and thrust it in me a few times. He then left it with me and I knowingly continued to fuck myself with the large rod while he busied himself nearby.

My pace quickened, the pole thrusting deep inside me, I was nearing orgasm. My body tensing, ignoring the ache in my raised legs and my arm, rhythmically pistoning despite the cramp setting in.

He took it from me abruptly, pulled me up by the hood and led me over to the wall. He pushed me back against something, I could not distinguish its features. He raised one arm up and rested it on a shoulder height, horizontal pole. He deftly tied my wrist to it, snaked the rope along my arm, crossed over my breasts and down the other arm to the opposite wrist.

He kicked at my ankles, commanding my legs to open and they naturally obeyed. Coiled rope, ankle to pole, knee to pole, thigh to pole, wrapped around my waist, down the other leg.

My hands grasped at the pole, never feeling the ends. Where did 6 feet poles come from? How had he fashioned this frame?

A sudden flash of memory! He had asked me to send him some photo images that I found erotic and I had provided him with a few downloaded from the net. He was recreating one of the scenes just for me. This could not get any better….. or so I thought.

The first short pole, still sheathed and wet from my cunt juices was pushed deep inside me once again. However he then tied it to a cross bar between my feet to hold it in place.

There was still movement in it, he jiggled it back and forth, an exquisite feeling, I wanted to ride it hard, I needed release. He could see my back arching, pushing myself down on it harder but with such limited movement, my arms crucified, my legs stretched to capacity I could not fuck myself fast enough to reach orgasm.

It was so frustrating. I wanted to scream.

Then I screamed !!!

In pain.

Two nipple clamps, excruciatingly tight, attached simultaneously. How did he do that? Who cared? I wanted them off. My body recoiled, shrunk back against the frame, as if that would ease the pain. All it did was put me off balance.

He pulled me upright, then further, towards him. He tilted me and the entire frame work. I felt sure he could not support both our weight, I knew I would end up flat on the floor, broken nose, length of stair handrail broken off, buried deep inside me. Explain that one to the A&E staff !!

But his strong arms held us both. Disorientated from the acute angle I was being kept at, the pain in my nipples easing. Was that my pain threshold rising or rigor mortis setting in?

He rested me back against the wall. I felt him between my legs, toying with the pole imbedded in my pussy. I heard stretching, tearing, felt his hands working near to my thighs.

He had taped something against the pole, his final action was to move it inside me more and I then became aware of a pressure against my clit. Large, smooth but solid and heavy. The sound of a plug pushed into a socket and before my mind collated this information, a flick of a switch brought me to my knees. Or did it?

Well I would have fell to my knees if I had not been tied to a solid object. What actually happened was my legs curled up in a protective manner which in turn impaled me even further on the rod and ground me harder against the vibrator.

The waves were so strong, it made my teeth rattle. A washing machine on spin cycle paled into insignificance in comparison. This was like sitting on a pneumatic drill – or how I imagined that would be

I came so hard, so fast and yet still the pulses continued. I knew he was watching me. My body screamed out to him. I needed it to stop, it was so intense. I was over the edge, across the plateau and wanting the climb down but it never came. I peaked again, an unusual orgasm, not clitoral, not vaginal. My whole pelvis shook and shuddered. The throbbing dissipated through my body, ending in little tingles at the tips of my fingers and toes. And still the pulses continued.

I accepted them all, it was easier than fighting them. I allowed this machine to control my body. And he controlled the machine.

Limbs taut, muscles tensed. I thought they would burst through my skin. My jaw ached from clenching. And still the pulses continued.

He removed the hood, my eyes squinting from the sudden brightness of the room.

At last I could see my predicament. The A-frame surrounding me, the clips of the trouser hanger still clamped to my almost purple nipples and of course I looked down.

Stolen idea. Stolen Image. Stolen fantasy.

The magic wand vibrator taped to the pole – still pulsing !!

A 20 minute, continuous, orgasmic throe. Surely he would end it now I had seen.

No. Instead, the finishing touches to my fantasy.

A handful of my hair pulled to the side, curled, wrapped and knotted with thin rope. My head lifted and attached to an upper pole. Two more bunches of hair completed my immobilisation. Every limb outstretched and rendered still, arms, legs, pelvis and now my head restrained by my own hair. If I was not already cumming… I would have cum !!

He leant in close to my ear and whispered “Now for the High Setting”

A flick of another switch and my world started to fade. The room was spinning. I was panting, light headed, my throat dry. The noise of the vibrator drowned out by my moans. A deep guttural noise, I heard but did not equate it as coming from my own mouth.

I growled. It was the living noise that the vibrator would make if it could speak. It was pleasure personified.

And still the pulses continued.

He watched, he took photos, he laughed. Me? I just shook and growled. What more was there to do?

No strength left in my body, only the poles keeping me upright. I was ravaged.

Finally, when he thought I needed to rejoin the living, he switched off the power.

Carefully he undid my bindings in reverse order. As my last wrist was untied I sagged against him. He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the middle of the floor.

My whole body was still pulsing. I was rendered speechless.

He lay gently on top of me and entered me slowly. He thrust into me, strong and deep. He looked directly at me as he fucked me. His pace building, as did his orgasm.

His release into me felt so good. I could now feel the pulsing of his cock inside my pussy as he rested on me.

He kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth and wetting my parched lips. He smiled as I hoarsely whispered to him “You stole my idea”

He said he would be round between 7 and 8 pm so she had to be ready for the earlier hour in case he was prompt.

It reached 7.30 and still no show. She peeked outside for his car on the drive every few minutes. To steady her nerves she began to tidy up in a spare bedroom that they would not be using. She was to be his bondage bunny for the evening, practise for when he would take her to a fetish club and show off his talent as a Rope Master.

They had spoken often, he had regaled her with his exploits, they had met once before for quite an intense night of S&M play so she felt safe and comfortable in his presence though there seemed to be a darker side to him, a latent evil almost.

She was starting to get impatient about him not being there yet, she picked up some glasses and started down the stairs. She had only taken two steps when she saw that he was already in the hallway. And she only needed one glance at him to know something was wrong. His face was cold, blank. She instantly put the glasses down and started to run to the bedroom, not sure why a shiver of fear was coursing through her body. He took the stairs in 3 leaps, his hands were around her neck, his lips pressed hard against hers, no passion just brute force, his fingers grasping at her hair.

He pulled her into the bedroom and roughly pushed her on the bed face down. She started to struggle but he knelt on her back pinning her down while he began to unbuckle his belt.

He was strong, his size defied how forceful he could be. She tried to push herself up, to roll out from under him but as her hands flayed behind her to hit him he leaned down harder on her, stopped their movement. She thrashed about, tried to shout but her head was pushed into the feather duvet muffling the obscenities she screamed at him.

Her back ached from his weight, her shoulders painfully bent back. He wrapped his belt around her wrists pulling them together. She pulled her legs up, trying a back wards kick at him but her aim was off. She wriggled and squirmed, pulling one arm then the other, gradually getting free from the belt. He held her down harder. She managed to flip over knocking him off balance for a second but then he dragged her up the bed and suddenly there was a pillow over her face, held tight over her mouth and nose. She panicked feeling faint already though more with fear than lack of oxygen. She went limp, all resistance gone.

He eased the pressure off the pillow and as soon as she thought he had let his guard down she bucked under him and tried to roll off the bed. All she accomplished was to be back laying face down, her arms grabbed hard behind as he produced rope or tape that he wrapped around her wrists. Now she began to get angry. It was not meant to be this way and she felt annoyed at herself for not being strong enough to get away. She heaved and bucked frantically but all that did was tire her out very quickly. She was panting, her mouth so dry. Her head spinning, her limbs aching. What more was in store for her?

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He straddled her, pulled her T-shirt up over her breasts. He reached under her and pinched her nipples hard. She yelped.

A new burst of energy and she wriggled to the end of the bed, both of them losing balance and falling on the floor into the small space at the bottom of the bed. He pounced on her, ripped her bra off and used it to tie one wrist to the radiator pipe.

Another strap attached to her leg, half way up the bed, she was spread and vulnerable. The second arm flailing at him was secured to her ankle. The tension on her back and arms was becoming unbearable. He left the room briefly, to collect his bag from downstairs. She used the time to jerk and thrash around freeing her wrist by pulling the radiator off its bracket. She untied her ankle and other arm, stood shakily and was about to run out of the door when he appeared, blocking her escape. He grabbed her, picked her up and threw her back on the bed. This time her arms crossed behind her back, wrists and forearms bound.

He rolled her onto her back, the weight of her own body on her arms.

He tied her legs apart to the corners of the bed. He yanked harshly at her knickers, breaking the thin ribbon ties. Then he ripped at her skirt, pulling it from her and discarding it on the floor.

Now totally naked and exposed. Looking up at him through hate filled eyes. From behind him he produced a leather hood and pulled it quickly over her entire head. He laced it up firmly. Sound was muffled, sight completely blocked, breathing was restricted. Even more so when he placed the pillow over the two small eyelets, acting as breathing holes.

She struggled as panic set in. He released the pressure and she gasped in what little air the eyelets afforded her. Then he replaced the pillow. He was toying with her, she was too  tired to resist or respond.

He pawed her, mauled at her, scratched and bit her. Her energy was sapped, she could not fight back. His fingers entered her, probed and violated her. She tried to push his fingers out but only succeeded in allowing him better access to her wet pussy. Why was she wet? She was being attacked by this man. Yes she knew where he lived but she had invited him to her home to “play”, to practise some bondage techniques. So what could she say to the Police even if she called them? “She’d changed her mind” !! “She only liked a particular type of S&M” and this was not it !! She had no recourse, this was her own fault.

Her arms began to go numb, she was in such pain. He left the room and she used the time to struggle free again, though the bonds cut into her, cramp was setting into her arms, her shoulders felt like they would dislocate if she thrashed about too much. She was panting, hyper-ventilating, she did not want him to return. She managed to free her arms and legs but panicked as she realised she could not untie the hood. Suddenly he was across her again.

She felt a sharp cold object under the edge of the hood, against her neck and she fell back in subservience. Her legs were pushed apart and she felt a similar coldness against her pussy lips. The object was sharp and grazed her labia as he held it harshly against her. Her body went rigid, she held her breath for fear of pushing down on the razor edged object. He moved the blades against her, she was totally in his power, even though no longer physically restrained he controlled her.

He teased her, sadistically, she did not move an inch. He spoke softly to her but with menace. All resistance had gone from her. When she felt a sudden wetness, cold on her breasts she froze, not wanting to jolt and harm herself with the knife he had left inside her. He calmly laid back and began eating something. She heard him spooning, swallowing, and guessed at Ice cream or yogurt.

He finished his dessert then turned his attention back to her. He removed the knife and she relaxed but then she felt him straddle her, he was naked, she had no idea when he had undressed !!

He started to mount her and a renewed anger boiled up in her. She was NOT going to let him take her like this. She wriggled and jerked but only helped him get into position and suddenly his hard cock was thrusting inside her. She bucked and thrashed, her nails scratching, her fists thumping at him. But his strength was overwhelming. He pounded into her, she fought against the rising feeling in her loins, angry at herself now for the obvious wetness between her legs that betrayed her.

He fucked her hard, without passion or lust. It was the power that he relished and when he had finished he lay still, on top of her, both knowing that he had won. She was his now.

Her instructions were clear. She was to close the front door behind her, read the notes he would leave on the floor and follow the commands implicitly. The first note, in the hallway, instructed her to remove all her clothing and jewelry and leave them in a pile on the bottom stair. She was then to go into the next room and face the chair. She nervously undressed and placed bags and clothes together. As she stepped through the next door she saw only the heavy duty chain, hanging from the ceiling, in front of a brightly spotlighted wooden chair. It instantly gave her the impression of an interrogation scene.

She was already conscious of her nudity. She did not know where he was. Maybe watching her from the corner of the room or upstairs waiting for her to complete her task before he showed himself. She shuddered but was it nervous excited anticipation or fear?

The leather hood on the chair, the plastic garden ties both on the floor and attached to the bottom of the chain, she took them in quickly as her mind was racing.

The second note said she was to secure her ankles in the ties, put the hood on and lace it as fully as possible then place her hands in the other ties and pull them closed.

She did as she was instructed then waited. It was an age before she even heard a floorboard creaking upstairs. She had stood so totally immobile for maybe 10 minutes, her arms tensed, kept straight out incase he was watching her. Now, she relaxed a little though she knew it would be only seconds before he came downstairs.

She heard the door open though sounds were muffled due to the heavy hood and the music in the background. Suddenly the chain rattled loudly and her hands were pulled higher as he shortened the chain length. She jumped at the shock. Her nipples were erect and goose pimples covered her body. She waited, expecting a harsh strike of his hand or a cane or a verbal acknowledgement of his pleasure or disapproval. But there was silence.

He busied himself tightening the hood around her face and adding cuffs to her ankles and wrists. He pulled her legs apart and attached a long spreader bar. Now she felt even more exposed; her arms high up and her legs spread in such an unladylike fashion, her breasts and pussy so accessible. He wasted little time with conversation, instead he pushed 2 fingers inside her to open her up then quickly replaced them with his hard cock.

She struggled not to fall backwards, the weight of her body pulling on her arms. Her mind was in turmoil. She was naked and restrained in a strange house with a man that she had barely spoken to. Yet instead of fearing for her safety she was becoming more turned on as he thrust inside her and it was not long before she whispered “May I please Come Sir?”  “Yes” he stated clearly and within 30 seconds she was shuddering as her first orgasm of the night overtook her.

The strain on her limbs, the hood restricting her breathing, his strong arms around her waist pulling her deeper on to him, all heightened her senses. Her knees went weak but he continued to support her body weight as he pounded into her, harder and faster until she felt his own body stiffen as he too orgasmed.

He pulled out of her and crossed the room. Had she been free she would have covered herself in modesty but he soon returned, released her arms, scooped her up and carried her to the middle of the room. The hood removed, he held her head up to look upon him and her surroundings. His gaze made her feel uncomfortable as the reality of her situation dawned on her. She was sitting on the floor, legs held wide open by the bar, he was sitting between her legs, close enough to touch any part of her he wanted. He could sense her shyness, her vulnerability and for a second he softened. He did not feel he could treat the way he had originally planned. But then the thought passed. She had given herself to him and would have to deal with anything he desired. She would be beaten, restrained, humiliated, violated, dehumanized if he so wished it.

She had a safe word and that alone would stop play instantly at her request. Else the game was in his hands.

He man handled her to a kneeling position on all fours. She struggled to keep her head up but he wanted to look into her eyes as he produced a knife. He could see the fear in them, she had no idea what was in store for her. The panic on her face eased when he showed her some root ginger but then it returned. He carefully peeled and chopped the gnarled looking vegetable. He told her to stick out her tongue. She hesitated too long. He struck her across the face. He knew it was a little too harsh and very unexpected. Her teeth had jarred and her head was spinning by the shock and the pain of it. He looked at her intensely but did not need to repeat his command. She poked out her tongue and he wiped the root against it. Within seconds the heat of it registered on her face, he wanted her to describe the feeling but her tongue felt so swollen she could hardly speak.

She nodded when he asked if she wanted water but he returned from the kitchen with a dog bowl and placed it in front of her. The burning in her mouth exceeded the shame she felt as she lapped from the bowl, she cared little for the water dripping from her nose and chin. As she supped he moved behind her and without warning he slipped a sliver of root inside her tight anus and with another he wiped all around her reddened labia.

She tried to pull away but he grabbed her by the hair and said “Stay!” Worried he would push her head in the water bowl she stiffened and remained still despite the pain between her legs. He caressed her buttocks, rubbed his fingers along the crease of her arse, which intensified the pain. He went out to the kitchen again and while gone the burning gradually eased. He returned and replaced the water bowl with another containing some potato salad and pasta, all covered in mayonnaise. He told her to eat. She bent down to get a mouthful and was so intent on trying to pick up something without snorting too much sauce up her nose, she did not feel him grab her hips and forcefully thrust his cock into her pussy till he was already buried deep inside her and her face was pushed deep into the bowl. She desperately wanted to clean her self up, but his weight bearing down on her kept her hands pinned to the floor and her face in the bowl.

As if it could not get worse she saw a spider crawl from under the nearby fireplace, the heat of the embers obviously too much for it.

That fear gave her the strength to push up and nearly knock him off her. They struggled for supremacy all the while he was pumping into her. She began to cry. Fear, shame, degradation, she had previously said she was up for it but now in reality it was mind blowing. She needed him to stop. But he did not. He continued to fuck her till HE was ready to stop. Her mind was spinning, the spider out of her thoughts now. He pulled out of her. He spun her around, lifted her up to a kneeling position and began to force his cock into her mouth.

She was more concerned with the food stuff mushed into her hair and on her face, she was embarrassed for looking so ridiculous.

He thrust in ever deeper, she was gagging, she thought she would vomit, bring up the potato salad but when she choked on him it was just spittle and some bile that spewed over his shaft and belly. She wanted to apologize for making him messy but he seemed not to care. Her throat ached, her neck and knees too. He seemed to know this and stood up, giving her a little respite. He went out to clean himself  but not before putting the water bowl near her so she could drink or rinse her face off.

He returned, released her ankles from the spreader bar then used an old towel to dry off her face and neck. Was this the end of her torment? No, it was just the start.

A collar and lead around her neck he walked her into the garden and told her to relieve herself. The utter shock on her face was a real picture. She said she would not.

She was shivering, she was scared but he held her gaze and eventually he won the battle, She squatted down and peed. She did not feel she could look him in the eyes again. How humiliating this was, and not in a sexual kick kind of way, she was truly embarrassed by having to perform this private bodily function in front of him AND in the open.

Pulled back inside the house, once she had emptied her bladder, she was moved into the centre of the room, hands tied between legs, forehead to the floor, arse in the air. Cold lube spread between her cheeks and a large dildo inserted in her anus.

A ball gag and a blindfold completed the look of helplessness.  He flogged her, he whipped her, he caned her. His strokes aimed carefully. As she tensed from the pain the butt plug would ease its way out so the next strike would be positioned to push it back in again. Candy stripes across her cheeks and thighs, a glowing redness across her shoulders, she was so much more colourful now.

She had started to lose it now, not just from the pain but the feeling of hopelessness. What had she agreed to? Why did she have this need to be treated so badly, to give herself to someone and yet then feel so terrified at the prospect. Was it the fear rather than the pleasure of not being in control that excited her. But then it would still be pleasure wouldn’t it? And yet she was truly frightened. Fear of being damaged, even if not intentional, fear of not being strong enough to cope, fear of being judged. It was not feeling like pleasure at that moment.

Maybe he read her mind or she spoke aloud in delirium. He mentioned her needing some pleasure to take her mind off the pain.

He untied her and told her to ensure the butt plug did not fall out as she was marched upstairs. Maybe now he was going to lay her down and softly caress her, rub lotion into her welts, tease her nipples with his tongue, gently rub her swollen pussy lips then slowly enter her and bring them both to a final orgasm.

Stupid woman ! Instead he pushed a rabbit vibrator in her pussy and taped her legs so that neither vibe nor plug could fall out. Soft tape was wrapped around her head  over the blindfold, after he’d inserted ear plugs in. This blocked out all glimmer of light and sound. A large soft hood was put over her head too. Her arms were tied to a chain and pulled up high above her head so she had to stand on tip toes. He switched on the vibe and though waves of pleasure swept her body they were counteracted by the pegs he then placed on her breasts and nipples and the soft skin of her belly and underarms. Each one in turn adding to the overall pain level.

Her breathing increased, the sound drumming in her head. She was not there, she was looking down on herself, seeing this trussed up, piece of meat. She wanted to be free. This was no longer fun, in fact had not been for a long time. The vibrator in her was switched to a higher setting and he said he was leaving her for a while but she was not to cum. She felt, more than heard, the door close behind him. She tried to relax and think about the warm feeling growing between her legs. The clit probe had moved and was not in the right position to bring her to orgasm so she wriggled as best she could to move it into place. The second it pressed against her delicate nub she knew she was past the point of no return. She stood still until the orgasm rocked her body, then she thrashed and jerked as wave after wave of intense pleasure hit her.

After such torture beforehand, it was such a release that she felt herself squirting with each pulse, each quiver of her pussy. She wriggled so the vibe moved off her clit and though uncomfortable from the objects still inside her she relaxed and her orgasm abated. She smiled to herself, she had disobeyed him but he was never going to know. She started to feel strong and unafraid again, she had won a little victory. But suddenly a fierce pain flashed across her breasts.

He had been watching her all the time. Still and silent, in the corner of the room. The cat-o-nine tails lashed at her and she tried to shriek. The gag and hood muffled the sound. The chain was shortened, she was stretched to capacity. The tightening of her skin caused the pegs to ping off but this pleased him because now he had more skin to whip. He criss-crossed his strokes over her breasts and nipples. The tails were hitting her armpits and the pain was too intense. She bucked and thrashed and tried to move away from him but he continued. She wanted him to know that she had passed her limit, she tried to call out to him to stop. She begged him, she said it was too much, she began to cry now sobbing, pleading with him to release her. “Really. Truly. Honestly. You must stop” she implored.

She was choking now on her own cries. Her skin was on fire. He was surely damaging her and now she was frightened beyond belief. She started to urinate, she had lost control. She should have used her safe word ages ago but fear had blanked it from her mind. He saw the growing puddle on the floor and his flogging stopped , so did the peeing. He let her hands down and lay her on her back on the nearby bed. He cut the duct tape and pulled it off, not very gently so it pinched and plucked at her skin and hair. He removed the two vibes.

She had only a moment respite to stop crying, catch her breath then she felt him spread her legs and tie them to the corner bedposts. He reached under the hood and removed the ear plugs so she could hear him. Her arms were tied above her head, resting on the pillows. A cushion was pushed under her back, giving her a little support and raising her pelvis up. She was still too dazed to fully understand what was going to happen. Her thighs and legs were wet with sweat, vaginal juices, lubricant and urine.

He rubbed against her clit, slow and gentle and she relaxed, physically as well as mentally. He pushed two fingers in her, then a third, the fourth stretched her and she thrashed against the pressure. He pumped his fingers in her as his thumb rubbed her clit. A dichotomy of feelings. Then the pain increased. He was applying a steady pressure gradually forcing his hand inside her. Not enough thrust to move her body up the bed but the right amount to allow her body to slowly adjust to the growing shape and size of his hand.

No man had done this to her but the fright paralysed her. As the largest part of his fist entered her vagina, she screamed. In fear and pain. As her lips closed around his wrist she thought the worse was over but he started to pump his hand inside her. Twisting and thrusting, ever faster. The pressure pushing her own clit inside her, his wrist rubbing against it. She was building to another orgasm. She became aware of more wetness.

 Convinced now that he had split her apart and she was bleeding, she felt shame at this rather than fear. With each thrust the wetness increased and she realised that she was squirting all over his arm and the bed. She could only picture the wet patch on the bed, his look of disgust when he saw the mess after. She wanted him to stop but he kept pumping into her. Now she was so wet, was she pissing all over him?

Thank god he could not see the shame on her face, she was grateful for the hood. He increased his thrusting and his other fingers pulled her outer pussy lips up to expose her clit which he gently rubbed. She came so hard, it wreaked her body and the emotional roller coaster she had been on crashed. She cried. She was spent. He pulled his fist from her, not too harshly but the pressure of air pumped into her uterus was released and made a loud whooshing noise as his hand fell from her. She was mortified by the sound. Such an unladylike noise.

She need not have been too embarrassed by it though. During the night she had coated him with blood sweat & tears, not to mention cum, sputum and piss! What was a little farty noise compared with that? He quickly removed the hood and the gag but left the tape over her eyes. Her mouth was so dry and uncomfortable she could hardly breathe. He leant over her, placed his lips over hers and she was surprised when water run into her mouth. The small amount of second hand O2 eased her cracked lips.

But of course this was only for his benefit. Suddenly he was straddling her chest and his cock was forced into her mouth. Pinned down by his knees across her shoulders she felt claustrophobic. His hand pumped along his shaft as he kept his knob pressed between her teeth, pushing her tongue against him. He wanked himself as he held he head up tight so she could not struggle. His release came quick. She felt him move back ever so slightly so his cock was against her cheek. When he ejaculated he coated her face with his cum, over her cheeks and nose, chin and neck, into her hair, it even ran into her ears. He wiped his cock across her lips then stood and left the room.

She lay there for maybe 5 minutes. The bodily fluids drying on her, cracking and peeling off. She pictured herself. Used and abused. She ached. She was swollen and bruised. She had allowed herself to be violated and left like a used rag. As the nights events replayed in her mind, as his semen run down her neck, as the urine cooled between her legs, as the grazes under her arms tingled and as she then became aware of him still in the room watching her, she began to cry. Deep racking sobs. He released her bonds, led her to the bathroom and stood her under a warm shower. Still crying, wincing in pain as the water found every one of her cuts and welts, he washed her down gently. He helped her dry and led her to the bedroom. He removed the top waterproof sheet, lay her down and covered her with the soft duvet. He climbed into bed next to her. As she lay in a daze, half asleep, not a word being spoken, he placed a soft collar loosely round her neck and 2 cuffs on her wrists. He attached her hands to the collar with a small chain and another chain from the links to a cuff on his own wrist. He whispered to her “In the morning, it starts again!”  

Five long days.

Of torment and torture. Of use and abuse. Of captivity and chastisement. Of solitary confinement and sensory deprivation. Of growth and nuture. Of care and contentment. Of limits and needs.

Each morning I was woken and led to a small warm bathroom. The bath already run and somehow the perfect temperature every time.

I was blindfolded, as usual. And no sound was uttered but I was certain that of the 4 times I was bathed, 3 were by a young man/ men and once was by a woman.

The hands caressing me, the soapy sponge strokes, the massaging hair wash, the douching, the towel drying, the consideration (or not) of leading me from one place to another hinted at their gender as well as their experience. Is it a natural feminine or motherly trait to care, to nurture, to take care of a little better than our male counterparts?

Being fed my breakfast was awkward and embarrassing. I cringed at being so helpless, so not in control. My hands were cuffed and attached to my thigh restraints so when I felt some soft egg yolk run down my chin I could not reach up instinctively to clean myself.  My ankles were tied to the chair legs and I was naked- as I was for the majority of my confinement. Occasionally, when expecting a spoonful of food to be placed in my mouth, I felt instead 2 fingers pushed hard inside me, grazing my labia, no thought for lube nor request.

I had no requests. I had given up all free will from the day I entered his chambers.

A previous visit there had shown me his dungeon, the torture implements and furniture though I had not experienced them all. The rack was awesome but had not been used to its extreme. The spiked chair with metal electrode attachments had scared me. The suspension bar on the hoist had been used only as a restraining point not as a weight bearing device.

So day 3 or 4 saw me fed and bathed and led back into my small bedroom by my carer. I was unsure of his (or her) orders or restrictions and so when I was pushed over onto my bed and felt his fingers enter me I initially pulled away. I was certain my Dom would not have given such rights to another but my wrists still strapped to my sides, my head now pushed into the duvet, I could not fight back. He pushed another digit into me, pumping firmly but not too harshly. I could not fight the tingle building up in me but as I started to relax so he finished and pulled them all noisily out of me.

Some rummaging, a wooden box lid closing, some items placed next to me on the bed.  He straddled me, lifted my head enough to place a head harness on me. The attached ball gag pushed deep into my mouth, the straps tightened, then it seemed my whole body lifted off the bed by the D-ring at the top of the harness.

I was dressed in a corset, (laced so tight it restricted my breathing) and 2 inch heeled, slip on shoes.

I was led towards the Dungeon, (I had learned the difference in carpet and wood flooring in the rooms in which I was allowed). I never climbed stairs though I knew there was at least one, maybe 2 floors above me.

My wrist restraints were removed and new cuffs were put in their place. Stiff, long, solid cuffs, extending up my forearms and over the palms of my hands. Sturdy buckles, heavy duty, they encased my whole hands.

Ankle cuffs were added, a long spreader bar stretching me to my limit, putting me off balance.

The loud ratcheting noise made me jump. Screaching, teeth jarring, each cog turn like a finger nail on a black board.  The suspension bar was lowered, my cuffs attached and a chain from the centre of the bar to my head harness too. Adjusted so that the same pressure applied to my head and my arms. Then once again the noise, painful, hateful, as I was raised up on to my very tip toes.

And then I was raised up some more!!

 My feet left the floor, one shoe slipped off, my breasts now protruded from the top of the corset. My breathing became laboured, panic settling in, drool running down my chin as I tried to speak through the large ball gag, begging for release.

I dangled for some time, helplessly. I felt someone on the floor between my legs. I was soon to realise they had attached a pole somehow to the floor, fixed solidly. I was gradually lowered down, I heard the clanking of my spreader bar against the pole and then I felt a coldness then pressure. Lowered further I could feel myself being invaded by a solid, firm yet smooth object.  At least it was not a metal pole that was being inserted into me.

Lower still and my tip toes grazed the floor, I tried to support myself, to stem the flow, the  invasion, already it was stretching my labia, my pussy fighting against this intrusion. The size of it had increased, it had been narrow and acceptable at first but now its size, its girth was too much to bear. Was it a cone of some sort?

The suspension bar was brought down to its starting point. I could have stood flat feet on the floor if it were not for the huge object now trying to defile me.

I stood on my very tip toes not daring to relax. The ankle cuffs were attached to points on the floor to stop me spinning around. The corset made for a good support to my back and the head harness kept me upright.

Though I was uncomfortable and scared it seemed that I could have remained there for a long time……. Well at least until my body succumbed to the pressure and I finally stepped down on to the floor.

I remained on my points, fighting against the invasion. I could not be stretched any further it was obvious this object would not be able to enter me fully.

But I was wrong. A stinging lash across my buttocks caused me to jump. Lose balance, another few centimetres made its way inside me. Another lash then another, more than I could count.

I’m not sure if it were the whipping or the forced entry that caused me the most pain. I was losing it. I began to cry. Tears, snot and saliva running down my face. My resolve had gone, my feet scrabbled to find solid ground and as I relaxed the widest part of the dildo pressed into me. I screamed through the gag, I felt sure it must be breaking my pubic bones.

But within seconds the pain in my cunt eased. The object had decreased in size, though I was fully impaled on it, the base had narrowed, still keeping me open, acting as another restraining point. I was motionless. I could not have raised myself off it. My arms, head, legs and pussy were pinioned, no movement possible.

Noises within the room told me there were more than one other present.  I heard whispering, laughing. A switch flicked and suddenly the pole began to move. Ever so slightly, an inch or two at most, pumping up and down. The dildo was fucking me.

The momentum of the pole moved my body a little but with my weight bearing down on it mainly pushed the object further inside me, then pulled it out, down to a wider part, stretching me again to its widest point.

I heard, then felt, movement brush past me and a heavy door close. They had left me there, alone, impaled, helpless.

Minutes passed, five, ten, fifteen, the onslaught continued. I fought the orgasm building within me. I truly think I lost consciousness, a loss of time, as suddenly I was aware of hands on me, a wetness running down my legs, laughter, then another switch flicked. The pumping grew faster, harder. My body had accommodated this huge object and now it was fucking me remorsefully.

My orgasm came fast and hard. My knees went weak, but I could not fall, a scream bubbled from my throat, my head span. Still the pumping continued. It became painful, uncomfortable; this was not pleasurable to me, only to those watching.

I was a doll, a play thing. Like a Barbie. Dressed and bent and shaped and played with. And when they were tired of that game, when Barbie’s tears run off her own breasts, when her juices coursed down her legs they decided to stop the game.

Now limp as a rag doll, I made no sound as I was raised up off the floor. But as the object was withdrawn from me I screamed. I gushed from the expulsion which helped with its removal but the pain was so intense I felt faint.

I was lowered to the floor, the leg spreader bar removed, my suspension cuffs too, I fell into a crumpled pile on the floor. The ball gag detached but the harness and blindfold remained. A sip of water offered to my parched lips. A blanket placed over me, a small cushion under my head but the chain from my head harness attached to a ring in the floor so I could not escape.

The door closed again. I was alone, I was left but I had the feeling I was still being watched from afar.

I lay still, I slept even though my body was wracked by small shudders, my orgasm aftershocks.

It was maybe an hour later when he (they) returned.

 But that is another chapter.....

Internet dating at its best:



I had only been talking on the internet with him for a week. He said he was a sadist, who knew no limits. They all say that though. Yeah yeah, he’d invite mates round to fuck me while I was tied on his bed. Yeah yeah he’d force me into prostitution. Yeah yeah he’d violate me with every object he could fit inside me. Yeah yeah he would have me in a state where I would not know where I was. He would piss in my mouth, slap my face till my ears rang, gag me till my mouth was as dry as sandpaper, he would cane me, hog tie me, force me to lick his dirty boots… yeah yeah yeah.  But just incase he could do half of that AND make me cum a couple of times during the evening, well it was worth the trip to his place in North London and the bottle of wine he said I had to bring as an offering.

I was to drive to him naked. (tho modesty made me wrap a coat over my shoulders). I was to knock at his door, shake my coat loose instantly, nod to his flat mate if we passed but not make proper eye contact. I was to go straight into his room and lie face down on his bed. I had been instructed to bring some toys and leave the  bag by the door where he would rummage through at his leisure. I did as I was told. His flatmate did not bat an eye as I strode naked past his bedroom door, he was busy on his Play Station. I had text him en route to say that I needed to use the bathroom as the journey had taken longer than expected. He said I would pass it on the way to his room and it was the only allowance he would make. After that there would be no deviance from his instructions.

The bedroom I entered was dark, I could make out a brass bedstead and clutter all around. Not the tidiest of places but it looked and smelled clean. I lay on the bed arms by my side, head facing away from the door. I waited maybe 6-8 minutes in darkness and silence. A sudden stinging lash across my buttocks made me jump in fright and cry out. He shouted that I had done wrong already. I had not removed my shoes!

He yanked them off, then deftly attached two ankle cuffs. I did not move. I let this man pull me around, moving me into the position he wanted. My arms pulled, crossed behind my back, wrist cuffs attached, then he tied rope through the D-rings in each  cuff and pulled it tight. My feet came up to meet my hands. I was hog tied and helpless. What had I let myself in for? This man could be an axe murderer. He forced a ball gag in my mouth, threw a pillow on top of my head and left the room, closing the door behind him. I lay there again for ages. I heard a TV go on in the next room, loud laughter.

Later, I don’t know how long, he re-entered the room. He straddled the end of the bed, pushed my knees apart, held my cheeks apart and spat at my puckered opening. He roughly pushed a digit in me, long nails grazing the delicate skin. I struggled but could not move away. Another digit entered me, obviously his two thumbs, stretching me open. Then he removed them but instantly I felt a bigger pressure. I was not sure what it was but he was pushing with all his force. He actually moved me up the bed but the pillows stopped my movement any further.

He thrust and twisted it and despite my screaming through the gag he ignored me and continued until it finally was bedded deep inside me. He placed my fingers over the end and said I was to hold it in place. If it were to fall out I would be beaten and then he would replace it with something bigger and less smooth. He left the room. Door closed, lights off

Another 10 minutes passed, the pressure inside my anus was trying to push out the dildo, my fingers ached from trying to hold it in.

He returned. I knew he was standing over me but he said nothing. A full minute passed. Then I felt a searing pain on my lower back. Across the tops of my ass cheeks, between my shoulder blades. Candle wax. But how was there so much? How many candles can one guy hold? He made sure the pillow was back over my head

He left. I heard him talking to his mate, they were watching a comedy programme on TV, discussing it. I lay there waiting for his return, I knew it was a full 15 minutes as I heard the TV programme end.

He came back in the room, more wax poured on me, between my ass cheeks being held open by the base of the dildo. It was uncomfortable as it dried hard. He told not to speak but to answer his questions by squeezing his hand. Once for yes, twice for no. Was I able to breathe? Yes. Could I escape? No. Was I glad I came? I hesitated. He asked again. Still no reply. Then he added Was I turned on? I was ashamed to admit that I was. He pushed two fingers inside my pussy, they slipped in easy which answered his question..

He stood and then as if I were a rag doll, he flipped me over on to  my back.

The weight of my own body on my arms was intense, my feet were up against my buttocks. He pushed my knees apart, ensured my fingers could still reach the dildo and hold it in. The pillow back over my face. He left.

I felt my juices run out of my pussy, it lubricated my arse and I pushed the dildo in deeper. I was getting hot and light headed, I needed more oxygen. I wriggled and thrashed about and gradually the pillow fell to the side, enough for me to see the darkened room and to gulp some air through the sides of my mouth, not blocked by the ball.

He burst in. He took the pillow and pushed it hard into my face. Oh my God he was going to suffocate me! I started to buck. He knelt on my stomach. He took the pillow away and grabbed my throat tight, putting pressure on my carotid arteries. The room spun. He released me, blindfolded me, then more pain as the wax hits my breasts, my navel and then down on to my pussy. I could feel it hardening on my lips and the feeling was like a touch.

Then he took the gag out of my mouth and placed something else in my mouth. Bite on this Bitch he said. I clamped my teeth round the candle. Its alight, he warned me. Don’t struggle unless you want wax in your mouth. He began to pick at the hardened wax on my pussy. The feeling was surreal. It was pleasurable though it pulled at the delicate skin as he peeled it off me.

He took the candle from between my teeth, told me to stick my tongue out. I knew what was coming next. He tipped the candle up and the wax poured down on to my tongue tip. I wanted to gag. He waited a moment, peeled it off, opened my mouth by force and laid the circle of wax further in my mouth. Keep it warm he said. He left.

………………………………............

And so it went on. Each time he left for 10minutes or more and each time he returned to defile and degrade me further. My vibrator pushed inside me, rubbing against the ever present dildo. He used tape to tie it in place, turned it on and left me to cum. Alone and in silence.

He asked if I needed water. I nodded. He threw it over me and left.

He asked if I were cold. I nodded. More wax, on my nipples. He left

He asked if Id had enough. I nodded. He laughed. He left.

He asked if I had cum. I nodded. He straddled me, wanked over my face. He left.

Ten minutes I lay, covered in his cum, aching limbs, hard wax pinching my nipples.

He returned. He undid my bindings. Withdrew the 2 vibes from me, loudly and harshly. The blood flowed back to my extremities, painful pins and needles. He helped me stand and led me to the bathroom. Climb into the bath, lay on your back, he demanded. I did as was told. He took his semi hard cock in his hand and began to urinate on me. I cowered away, turned my head to the side. Eyes front, mouth open he said. It was not shouted but I knew he meant it. I did as ordered and he pissed all in my hair, over my face and into my mouth. I struggled not to gag. My mouth filled and the excess ran out over my chin. I don’t know he held so much fluid in him, the golden shower went on forever.

Finally his bladder was empty. He said I was dirty, needed to wash myself. He turned on the shower, cold water of course. He said he would return when I was clean. 5 minutes I stayed there. My feet were numb, my teeth were chattering. He finally came back and with a look of pity he helped me stand and wrapped a towel around me. I looked at him for the first time, then regretted it as he slapped me hard for direct eye contact. He dragged me to the lounge, pushed me to my knees on the floor, sat on the sofa with his legs resting on my back and used the remote to turn the TV back on. I knelt there till the warmth started to return to my body. He watched in silence. I was shaking so hard.

Suddenly he was kneeling over me, his weight pushing me down but I welcomed his body heat. I did not murmur when suddenly he eased another butt plug in me,

He caressed my neck, my shoulders, nibbled my ears then with a hard chomp, he bit into my back. I thought he had broken the skin. it was excruciating. I pulled away from him, fell flat on the floor. He held the back of my neck down with one hand, reached for his crop with the other. 6, 8, 10 and more, hard strikes across my ass and thighs. I started to cry. I went limp, no energy left in me to struggle. He scooped me up, turned me to face him. He was on the edge of the sofa I was between his knees.

He held my head in his hands and kissed me tenderly. I did not respond at first but as his tongue caressed my lips, as he gently pulled on them with his teeth, as he probed me, I gradually opened my mouth and kissed him back. I was so taken in by this tenderness that it took a while before I realised he was increasing the pressure around my neck. He was pulling me up by it, my knees were off the floor, the room was spinning, getting darker.

Suddenly he was shaking me from side to side, not too harshly but it disorientated me. I was not really there, I had left this place, entered a subspace - if that’s what it is called. He kept me still for a moment then let me relax into his arms. I was shaken but suddenly a calmness came over me. He looked at me and smiled. He had caused that. I remembered  him saying he knew acupuncture and martial arts and all about pressure points.

I was spent. I was dazed. He led me to the bedroom, I allowed him to lay me down, cover me with a blanket. He lay next to me, our bodies not touching. I slept for a couple of hours. He woke me with a shake. No anger, no animosity. Leave, he said. Now, he said. I scooped up my things and left the flat without a good bye or a backwards glance.

I spent the next 2 days in a semi dream. Emotions all over the place, Exhausted physically and mentally. I could not focus nor function. Im not sure if I will ever go back but I will never forget.

They were meeting at 8 pm. she was to be his till 12midnight.

He was a rather obsessive timekeeper.

At 8am precisely, on the way to work, she received a text from Him.

She was to lay out 3 sheets of blank A4 paper on her desk next to each other and leave them in plain view until she receive further instructions

At 9 am on the dot a text instructed her to fold the middle piece in half, then half again and place it between the two other sheets, sandwich like.

At 9.50 am the text commanded at exactly 10am to go get a glass of water and leave it on her desk then go into the toilets and masturbate for 3 minutes exactly. She was to return to the desk, without washing her fingers, drink the water and then text Him to advise if she had orgasmed. She did not cum, but she of course sent him the advisory text.

At 10.50, the exact same order came but for an 11 am start. She was to masturbate for 5 minutes this time.

She text back at around 11.15 that she was once again unable to cum as others were in the room at the same time and it was distracting. However she was very close to orgasm and her knickers had a large damp patch to proof such.

The phone did not buzz for an hour and a half though she checked the display every 5 minutes. The anticipation of the next missive was as exciting as if He were there touching her most intimate spot. She could feel her clit throbbing every second, marking the passing time.

Finally the familiar vibration and tone alerted her to another message. Her hands shook as she read it. She was to take the folded sheet of paper into the toilets, unfold it and wipe the middle crease along her wet pussy lips.

She coated the paper with her cum, she rubbed it back and forth along her labia, masturbating with it till fear of tearing the now soggy paper forced her to stop. She wanted to continue stroking herself with her fingers, to finally bring herself to orgasm but her instructions were to promptly return  the paper to her desk,  placed safe between the other two sheets.

It remained on her desk for over an hour while she continued at her work. As each visitor arrived she worried they would question the paper trail, or worse would they smell the sweet and obvious odour that seemed to permeate her surroundings. The fear subsided but the excitement built as the next hour passed.

Another message, an address given, a first class stamp on a clean white envelope and a quick trot down to the post room.

The folded paper now in the care of Royal Mail.

A final command not to remove or change her underwear when she went home. probably the most difficult of all her instructions that day.

Punctual as ever, she gave herself to Him physically at 8 pm but she had been in his control since 8am.

I was surprised that Dan had asked me back to his place again. We had met once before at a fetish club (my first visit ever) and a bunch of us had gone back to his place to continue partying.

I was a little drunk and had knocked over a footstool, breaking the leg. I had offered to replace it but he said it was old and broken already. It was a chilled out evening though I did share some of my fantasies and reasons for getting into the fetish scene with Dan. He excited me with his stories, his experiences. Some were very extreme, one involving kidnapping a sub of his and having her held captive for 3 days, by strangers to her. What he did to her over the next few days made me tingle, I came home and masturbated fervently for hours just thinking of myself in her role.

So here I was walking through his door again, just the two of us. His housemate was upstairs playing Poker with some friends but was not going to come down and disturb us. As soon as we were through the door I bent to take off my shoes and as I stood up straight he took my head in his hands and kissed me passionately.
 
I had dreamt about this often and just went weak at the knees. We stood there for ages and I'm not sure how it happened but suddenly I felt something in his hands and then he was putting a blindfold on me whispering in my ear that he had a surprise for me. I was still so naïve!

He led me into the front room, I was giggling and tingling like a schoolgirl. I had my arms at my side, I was losing track of the time and the room around me – too many Archers and not enough lemonade! His took my hands in his, between us and I felt a pressure around my wrists.

I could not move them apart now! It was all a little surreal so I did not think to question it, it must have been my mind playing tricks. Did he have a Magician's jacket on? With deep hidden pockets?

His lips were pressed hard against mine but then were replaced by something I had never felt before. There was something being forced between my lips and as I opened my mouth to protest it was filled by a hard round object and then Dan was fiddling with a strap behind my head.

I was trying to catch my breath, I could not swallow as my mouth was forced open, the straps were tight around me, my head was spinning. Suddenly Dan's tone of voice changed, he slapped me across my cheek and ordered me to kneel. I stood there stunned. But I was soon shocked out of it as he slapped me again and pulled down by my hair.

I had a short button-through tube dress on which he ripped apart, I actually heard the buttons popping off and hitting the floor and I felt the air move as it was flung away from me. My little G-string was ripped from me, the ribbons giving easily to the force of his pull.

I was still unsure how real this was, perhaps I was really home in bed and fantasising about this. But it would have felt nicer and more comfortable in my dreams! Dan pushed down hard on my shoulders, my face hard against the floor and he told me not to struggle nor try to rise up.

I heard him move something across the floor and I was shuffled onto a small oval sheepskin rug just in front of the sofa. A small pillow was put under my head. I began to relax. No-one would be that bad if they were concerned about my comfort.

He came behind me and pushed my knees apart then pulled my wrists between them. More cuffs were put on my ankles and the wrists cuffs were attached. This had the effect of not only dis-abling me but my hind quarters were raised up, my arse cheeks were sticking up in the air. I was suddenly conscious of my nakedness, my vunerability.

The pressure on my head from my own body weight and the gag made it difficult to cry out, the pillow muffled my pleading further. Dan moved away and I heard him put the TV on and insert a DVD into the machine. Instant moaning and groaning assailed my ears – he was watching a porn movie !

He went to the kitchen and poured out a drink then came back in and hopped over me onto the sofa. He promptly rested his feet on me and settled down to enjoy his film. I was too stunned to say anything then he made me jump as he clearly said “ Katy, you did offer to replace my footstool, so don't complain or struggle”

I nearly laughed out loud! Oh my god, this WAS all just a joke. Another minute or so and he will let me go and we'll watch TV together and laugh about it all. But the minutes passed and he did not release me. I ached from being bent over and the weight of his legs was pushing the breath from me.

I'm not sure if I fell asleep or passed out but suddenly I felt a coldness between my legs, wet and very cold! It took a moment before I realised someone was putting ice inside me. My pussy lips wrinkled, shrank away from the assault but the insistent pushing and friction soon made them swell again. I'm not sure how many ice cubes were put inside me, I could feel them begin to melt instantly and as the water ran out of me I feel degraded as it was if I were wetting myself. I could feel the rivulets run down my thighs.

I was suddenly aware that Dan's legs were still on my back !! How could he be doing that to me? It dawned on me that someone else was with us. I tried to protest, to wriggle free but Dan pushed down hard with his legs. “I have no table, so you will be my new storage box!” he said. I felt him lift his legs off me and place a glass on me. I could feel the condensation running onto my back.

“If you spill that, you will be severely punished”. I froze. I knew from his previous confessions of his exploits that he was serious. I did not know who else was in the room. I felt so degraded, used as a piece of furniture but frightened to try and stop it. I felt more coldness between my legs but this was worse. I knew what was happening.

It was a cold thick jelly that was being applied to my exposed arse. My pink puckered rosebud (as I like to refer to it) was being lubed ready to be violated. I tensed up and instantly felt the glass on my back wobble. I tried to relax. I felt tears prick my eyes but would not let myself cry. Then I felt pressure between my cheeks. Hard, firm, constant pressure.

Then ever so slowly, despite my resistance, I felt myself be breached. I did not know what it was but gradually a long phallic shaped object was inserted into my anus. They knew to wait until my second set of muscles had relaxed before pushing it in all the way. I screamed, not so much in pain though it was uncomfortable, but more with the humiliation of it.

What a sight I must have looked. Trussed up, wet and open, saliva dribbling from my mouth, water running from my pussy and a vibrator sticking out of my behind. The two of them sat back down on the sofa and started chatting, then one of them bent forward and flicked a switch on the vibe. I nearly bit the ball off the gag. Vibrations were pounding through me, I jerked up wary of the glass but could not prevent it from toppling over.

Luckily (so I thought) there was little drink left in it but it run over me, my neck and into my hair. Thankfully the glass did not break as it hit the floor. Dan stood up and left the room without saying a word. He returned only moments later and before I could wonder what he was doing a felt a stinging lash across my arse cheek. Then another, then another. I bucked and contorted, trying to get away from the pain, now the tears were flowing, now I was scared.

Even the gag could not drown out my screams as the cane hit 6 more times, each time, it seemed harder than the last. And each time I tensed with the pain the butt vibe was drawn into me deeper. Then I felt warm hands on me and though my cheeks were throbbing and I initially pulled away the soft stroking took some of the pain away.

The hands caressed me, lightly stroked me and then moved to the front of me where they probed my opening, fingers softly flicking at my clit. I did not want to be enjoying this but the sensation was delightful. I actually pushed myself up onto his fingers, eager for more of this type of attention. He stroked and rubbed, rhythmically, my body was pulsing in time with his movements, trying to maximise the friction. He pulled his hands away and I felt myself relax back down, the orgasm that was building before, now subsiding.

He laughed when he saw, he knew that I had become excited and mocked me. What a slut I was, pretending to hate it while really enjoying it. “But I'm not” I tried to say though the gag. More dribble ran out and I so wanted to clean up my face. The spilt drink was now sticky on me, the ice water drying, leaving my skin parched, my hair messed up, face pushed against the floor and these men degrading me further. I tried to plead to be released but they ignored me.

Rummaging in the other room now, drawers opening and closing, warm breath on my face and a whispered voice in my ear. “If you struggle, you will be flogged. If you cry out you, will be flogged. If you resist, you will be flogged. And if you dare Cum, you will be flogged severely”. I did not understand at first. Come? Come where? But then I felt more lube being applied and something pushed inside my pussy and I understood completely.

A long thick vibrator was being pushed into me and as it reached its limit I felt that it was a rabbit vibrator and the clit stim was positioned in exactly the right place to induce orgasm. This was one of my own most favourite toys, one that was guaranteed to make me cum when I lie in my bed alone each night. In fact, very little else did make me cum! The button was pushed and the vibes started.

I tensed again, wondering if I could I push this out with my muscles? No, the angle of my body made the weight of it keep itself in place. It was thrust in and out of me, long and deep, the stimulator arousing my little button, making it hard and erect. I could not help but begin to build up. My arms and legs were aching, I felt dirty but I could not stop the waves of pleasure taking over me. My body tensed more my leg muscles clenched my pelvis thrust harder towards my tormentor. In a flash the vibe was removed from me, I could feel my pussy lips still dilated, open and exposed, suddenly cold and empty.

Nothing was said. They both sat down on the sofa and started talking in hushed tones. I was left, wanting, shaking, pulsing. I sunk down into myself, angry for being so turned on by all this unwanted attention. I heard them get into a deep conversation about work and wondered if they had actually forgotten about me. I wriggled in my bindings, stretched my fingers and toes, tried to manoeuvre a little to release the pressure on my knees, straighten my back.

I had just settled into a position a little less painful when the vibrator was thrust inside me again, no word of warning, I cried out into the gag. It was pushed in me a few times then left, the vibrations teasing me, not enough pressure to make me cum, but neither could I relax. I was ignored for maybe 5 whole minutes then it was turned up to setting two.

Faster, harder pulses echoed through my body. I was panting now. I ached, I hurt, I had cramp everywhere but I needed to cum. It would be my release. A few seconds of pleasure that would take my mind off the pain and the humiliation. Setting three then setting four, I was so close to cumming. I felt the vibe in my arse being removed and as the last inch came out there was such a rush, I nearly came there and then.

But before I could enjoy it I felt skin against mine, two legs, hairs prickling the back of my thighs. I tightened up, I was frightened of what was going to happen next. My arse wasn't exactly virgin territory, there had been a little play, a little probing from time to time but I had never had anal sex. It was too taboo, for me to consider. I would always tense up when prompted to try it.

But now I had no power to stop it. I was tied up, exposed, at someone's mercy. I could not scream for help and even if I could have I would not as I did not want anyone to see me in such a way. I felt a hand underneath me holding the vibe in my pussy and I felt the pressure as his hard cock invaded me.
An inch, the pain was intense, another inch, it was worse now. I could not take two things inside me at once, surely I would split in half. Another 2 inches eased their way in and then came to a standstill as my inner muscles barred the way. He pumped gently into me, and the onslaught made my body more accepting of him though my mind was screaming for him to stop. I felt myself give way and he thrust the last bit in till I felt his pelvic bone crushed against mine. He could go no further.
 
I bucked and thrashed about but they were laughing at me. I was actually making it more fun for them and easing him into me more. He started to fuck me and with each thrust the vibrator was pushed into me too, the buzzing on my clit intensified. Despite my muffled verbal objections my body was sending a different message to him. He rode me, hard and deep. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm. I tried to resist but could not. I began to push back against him in rhythm. I felt him tense, he speeded up. Holding onto my hips for traction, he pounded into me.

Suddenly there were lights flashing in my eyes my head was spinning, all my aches disappeared as the orgasm rocked my body. I bit down on the gag, hurled expletives, shook and jerked. It was 3 orgasms in one, all my hot spots firing off at once, my arse, my pussy and my clit. While I was still cumming I felt him give a few last thrusts and then pull out of me. There was this embarrassing slurping sucking noise, the vibrator fell out of me too as my vaginal muscle spasms ejected it.

He used his hand to give a final few pulls on his cock and then came all over my back. I could feel the hot cum spurting over me, running down my sides and over my buttocks. I was still shaking from my orgasm as he wiped his shaft across my arse and thighs, cleaning himself off on me.

I fell limp, wasted, used up. I thought I would pass out but only seconds later Dan was at my face. He took off the blindfold and laughed as he told me what a filthy slut I was. How I looked like a whore, covered in sweat and cum and dried alcohol. My bright red anus and pussy lips swollen, poking out provocatively. I felt so ashamed. How could I have cum, was that not saying that I actually enjoyed it? I did not. I was cold and sticky and mortified for being used in such a way.

Dan removed the gag. By now I was leaning in a pile of saliva but I was past caring. He undid the tie between my ankles and wrists though my hands were still attached. He slowly stood me up. I did not care that I could feel water, lube, cum, sweat and tears running down my body. My mascara was probably all down my face, lipstick all gone. I must have looked a mess. He offered me some water from a bottle and I sipped carefully even though I was parched.

Slowly I came round, felt more steady on my feet. He asked if I was OK and stupidly I said yes! I stood up tall and straight, trying to regain my dignity. He started to lead me out of the room and up the stairs. I assumed he was taking me to the bathroom so I could clean myself up.

At the very top stair I became aware of the second guy behind me again, he grabbed my hair tight, pulled my head back viciously, I still had not seen his face. He was holding me, facing a door, slightly ajar. I could see some guys sitting around a table, cards spewed around, empty beer cans, shoes and clothes discarded. The bed was a big iron four poster and laid out on the covers were rope, a crop, a cane, some toys and vibrators, larger than id ever seen, a couple of candles and box of matches and another gag, even more fierce looking than my previous one.

He walked me into the room. I was still naked, now in front of four other men. They grinned at me as if they knew what was coming. He pushed me onto the bed, turned to them and said “She came without permission. She was told she would be punished for it if she did. Use her as you see fit. I'll be back in two hours”. He closed the door behind him, the men slowly stood and began to come towards me, each one with a grin on his face. My torment was not over yet………

WHAT AM I ?

Curled up tight or stretched out wide

Roaming free or tightly tied

Walking tall or brought to knees

Made to work or made to please

In-roads opened or sealed tight

Left in darkness or given light

Freedom of speech or muffled voices

Dictated to or given choices

Body violated and needs ignored

Despite whispered mercy implored

Treated kindly or thrashed hard

Offered help or all rights barred

Fed, watered or starved, drowned

Softly spoken to or denied sound

Left smiling, left crying

Left buzzing, left dying

Solitary confinement or

Company allowed

Head held high

Or always bowed

A heap on the floor

Feeling worthless and used

All resistance futile

Then further abused

Or cared for and kissed

“sweet nothings” you say

Stroked and caressed

As “spooning” we lay

Objects used

For pleasure or pain

A feather, soft fur

A whip or a cane

Tickled or slapped

Tortured or teased

Pinched or stroked

Punished or pleased

Such indecision

Now cant you tell

What am I?…….

I’m in Heaven and Hell