Dom Story: The rope

"Open your legs a little",

I say as I kneel down.

I tie the rope around one knee,

then the other.

It hangs loosely between them,

almost reaching the ground.

"The rope's not doing anything",

you say with a touch of insolence.

"Oh, you'll see."

and you'll regret taking that tone.

I stand up again

and bind your wrists behind your back.

Here too, the rope dangles down, loose.

I place some toys on the mat.

some for pain,

some for pleasure.

Then I lift up the rope connecting your wrists

and slip between you and it.

I hook my legs through the rope

tying your knees.

I put my arms around you

and bring you down slowly.

I lie back onto the mat,

pulling you with me.

Now that I'm lying on it,

the rope between your wrists is no longer loose.

"Relax", I whisper.

Your head dangles backwards over my shoulder

your neck is beautifully exposed

to my tongue, my teeth, my grip.

Now I start to spread my legs open.

You try to keep yours closed.

It's no use.

The rope between your knees,

loose as it was,

forces you to follow

until finally it tightens.

"Is the rope doing anything now?"

You nod and grunt slightly.

You lie there fully exposed

your body draped on top of mine.

I have your full attention

and you cannot escape mine.

I will feel every breath you take

and every breath you miss.

I will feel every twitch and flinch and gasp,

every involuntary struggle and shudder.

I will feel it when you instinctively try to close your legs

or move your hands

because I am what's keeping you pinned in place.

I am the rope now too.

Sub story: Under the arches

I've been lying here for five minutes now.

I might say "patiently"

but it's not like I could go anywhere.

I'm on my back with my legs tied wide open.

My arms are by my side.

Beneath me, runs a cord connecting my wrists.

I could sit up,

maybe even get to my feet.

I just lie there.

I've been listening to her prepare.

Trying to get some clues

as to what might happen.

She's definitely up to something.

Finally I hear her walking towards me.

Slow, heavy steps.

What does that mean?

I turn my head.

She is wearing a pair of magnificent boots,

thigh high with enormous platform soles.

As she gets closer,

I can see that the platforms each have a huge arch in them

from heel to toe.

Before I can think more about it,

she lifts one foot

and brings the boot down.

The arch surrounds my neck.

There's no pressure

but there's also no wiggle room.

Her face lights up in a smile.

"It fits perfectly",

she says, delighted.

Now I am completely helpless.

She slides the boot a little further up,

pressing against my throat.

I can still breathe

but any attempt to talk

would fail embarrassingly.

I know better than to try.

Next, she lays something on my chest.

I feel something cold against my nipples.

She brings the other boot down on top.

As she puts some weight on it

I feel evil little pins

biting into me.

I exhale sharply,

it comes out as a rasp.

"Don't go weak on me,

there's far worse than that to come!"

She is standing balanced now,

one foot pinning my neck to the ground,

the other on my chest.

All I can see is the side of one beautiful, long leg

disappearing into her tight dress.

She brings a riding crop to my chin.

"You should get to know this.

It's going to get to know you",

she says with a smirk.

"Lick it".

I push out my tongue.

I taste leather.

It's smooth and soft.

Nothing remarkable.

I move my tongue all around it

making sure to be seen to obey.

"Now the other side".

She turns it over.

I feel something rough.

It doesn't taste of leather.

I can't be sure

but I think that's sand-paper.

What is she planning?

The crop is gone.

Her weight shifts,

reigniting the pain in my nipples

but before I can react to that,

the crop is back,

whacking into my balls.

The sudden pain knocks the breath out of me,

a loud moan escapes,

distorted by her boot against my throat.

Several more sharp whacks and I am in agony.

she is being unusually aggressive tonight.

I don't think I can take another.

"Mistress please", I gargle through the boot on my throat.

"Too much for you?", she asks,

each word accompanied by a quick tap of the crop.

"Yes".

She smiles down at me and then turns away again.

I feel the crop's leather at the base of my hard cock

then moving up the shaft to the tip.

She rubs it back and forth,

it's a pleasant feeling

and then it's gone again.

I brace for an impact

but instead I feel the crop,

once again at the base of my cock.

This time I feel that coarse sand-paper

tugging and jerking as it moves up the shaft,

the grains catching in the skin.

As she reaches the head,

I explode in pain.

She works it back and forth,

under and over,

seeking out the most sensitive spots,

making me sing in agony.

I see her free hand reach up inside her dress.

What was it she said when we met?

"Nothing turns me on

like the moans of pleasure and pain

of a bound man"

All pain so far.

I hear her start to moan as her fingers get to work.

She looks down at me.

The tip of my cock is in blazing agony

and she knows it.

"Is it too much?", she asks,

as she presses harder.

"Yes", I gasp.

"Alright, let's see how your balls are doing now, shall we?

Do let me know whenever you need to switch back again."

Dom story: Reward

If you were well behaved,

maybe I would reward you sometimes.

As long as I control it

some pleasure is acceptable.

Maybe I would let you pay for it

with pain or service.

But you would have to work hard

because I already own

your pain and service.

Of course I would bring you close to coming

and then back to suffering.

Maybe, if I felt generous,

I would tie your hands

in way that you could touch yourself.

I would push my cock through your beautiful lips.

When my cock is in your mouth,

you must keep eye contact with me.

No closing your eyes.

No hiding from what you have brought upon yourself.

Your eyes are mine too.

You are only allowed to touch yourself

as long as you are sucking and licking my cock.

You better hurry.

Fucking a face as beautiful as yours,

I don't think it will take me long to come.

Maybe you will finish yourself off

before I fill your throat with semen.

Or maybe you'll get right to the edge

and I will tie your hands again,

not knowing when you might have another chance.

Dom story: Pinwheel

Imagine kneeling,

in front of a mirror,

your legs spread enough for me to kneel behind you,

my knees between your legs

so you cannot close them.

Your arms are tied behind your back.

My hand is high on your throat,

with just a little force,

to keep your head tilted back.

Your back is arched

and your breasts are sticking up and out,

totally exposed.

In my other hand,

I have a pinwheel roller.

I'm exploring your body.

It only takes a little bit more pressure

to go from a funny tingle to pain,

especially in the most sensitive areas.

Think about how vulnerable and helpless you feel.

Every move I make brings a moan or a yelp from you.

You struggle a little

but you know that I have complete control.

If you try to say something,

to beg for relief,

I simply extinguish the words with that hand on your throat.

All you can do is hope that I will stop soon

but why would I?

You think maybe if you move and moan just right,

I'll get aroused

and get more concerned about my pleasure

than your torment

but don't forget,

your torment,

your helplessness,

is my pleasure.