Tie: Wrists behind neck

Based on this tutorial.

1. Tie the wrists using e.g. Lark's Head Double Column Cuffs.
2. Bring the wrists over the head and pull down so that the tail of the rope is going down the centre of the back.
3. Take the tail of the rope off to one side and wrap around the front and back to the back.
4. Pull the tail between the back and the vertical rope and then down over the start of the wrap to form a cross.
5. Adjust the rope so that the cross is centered and the rope is tensioned as desired.
6. Wrap back again in the opposite direction (under or over the existing wrap).
7. Bring the tail through the bight formed in step 6.
8. Tie it off in a half-hitch on the opposite side.
9. Optionally use the spare rope to pull the wrists tighter.

If the wrists are not pulled far enough back, it is quite possible that the bottom can slip their head through an arm and get their elbows down. Pulling them back tightly may make this tie intolerable. Instead you can use more rope on the arms to make it impossible for the head to pass through.

Tie: Lark's Head Double Column Cuffs

Based on this tutorial

1. Form a lark's head and place it around both columns with the lark's head in the middle of the two columns.
2. Add 2 more wraps going up the columns so that there are 6 strands of rope around the columns. You now have 6 strands that go above and below the columns.
3. Pass the tail of the rope downwards through the bight formed by the lark's head 
4. Pass the tail of the rope under the lower strands of rope (going upwards relative to the columns)  then wrap it back over the top strands (going downwards).
5. Pass the tail of the rope downwards through the lark's head bight. This captures the entire upper and lower set of strands.
6. Adjust the tension to bring the columns together as much as desired.
7. Holding the knot under tension (if possible), open a bight downwards and on the opposite side from the lark's head then pass the tail over the top of the strands.
8. Pass the tail back under the upper strands to wrap them and pull them through the bight to form a half-hitch.
9. Readjust the tightness if needed.

Knot: Somerville Bow Line

1. Wrap the rope at least twice around the column (so 4 strands everywhere).
2. Leave about 10cm loose at the head.
3. Bring the tail over the top of the 4 strands.
4. Make a loop in the tail. The loop should pass under the tail. So now, the 4 strands and the loop are all laying under a section of the tail.
5. Take the head up through the loop and back across that section of the tail and feed it under the 4 strands coming up through the loop again. Probably easiest to reach 2 fingers through the loop and under the strands to grab it.
6. Tighten the loop.

The Somerville bowline is a secure knot but it is very hard to release it if the tail if under tension. You first have to ease the tension but that may be difficult. If needed, consider the following modification.

Slipped version

• At step 2: leave about 20cm at the head, instead of 10cm
• At step 5: above when feeding the head through the loop, fold it over so that you feed 4 strands through the loop and tighten on that. The head never goes through loop.
• When you need to release, pull the head. This will pull those 4 strands back out of the loop and the know will release.

Other notes

After tying, the head and tail will point in a opposite directions, perpendicular to the 4 strands. When you wrap the strands around the column, if you choose to put the head above the tail then at the end, the head will point down and the tail will point up and vice-versa.

The loop in step 4 can pass over the tail if you really want but then in step 5, you have to bring the head under the strands that are around the column but then into the loop from the top. Otherwise the loop will not form a knot. It's easier to form the loop this way but it's definitely harder to feed the head into it. Maybe it's useful sometimes...

Different technique is in this tutorial.

Tie: Practial Hand Tie

I sometimes find it hard to remember ties I've learned, especially if I go through a period of not playing. Often I get half-way and then get stuck. So I'm going to start writing ties down as I learn them or as I realize I need to relearn them. This is the first. I learned it from Toro at Milky Way.

1. With rope folded in half, form a lark's head with the bight and place that around the hand. The bight should be at the base of the palm, just above the wrist. The tail of the rope should be towards the thumb.
2. Wrap the tail around the wrist one time (closer to the wrist) so that looking at the back of the hand there are 4 cords. Looking from the back you should see 1 cord catching each of the 4 fingers
3. Form a loop in the tail and push it under the cords at the base of the palm.
4. Catch the first and second finger with 1 cord of rope each from that loop.
5. Catch the third and fourth finger (little finger) with 1 cord or rope each from the tail of the rope
6. Bring the tail across the palm from the third and fourth fingers and wrap it around the back of the hand.
7. Form a loop with the tail of the rope and push it under all of the cord in the palm. It should emerge between the cord around the first finger and 2 cords that went across the back of the hand in #6.
8. Pull that loop out and form a twist in the tail of the rope, placing it around the loop and pulling it tight to close it.

Check the back of the hand. You should have 4 cords near the wrist, 2 near the middle of the hand and 1 on each finger. When you pull the rope, most of the tension should be on the 4 cords on the back of the wrist.

Alternatively, for step 3, go between the 2 pairs of cords where the larks head doubles back. I feel like the original may be better at preventing collapse on the wrist.

The Price

She is my master.

That is what I must call her.

She says that we will have guests tonight

and that I will have a chance

to do something special.

No play until then.

So instead, I massage her.

Every sigh, every squeak brings me joy.

The doorbell rings.

She slides out from under me

and walks to the intercom.

She slips on a loose robe

and tells me to kneel in my place.

A few minutes later,

the door opens and in walks a man.

Immediately I recognize him.

I do not like him.

I have heard he is exceptionally cruel.

But... yes!

He has brought his slave.

Oh she is magnificent.

There are so many types of beauty.

Some women look like they were born to command.

Some women look like they were born to be kissed and cuddled.

And then some, like her,

look like they were born to be fucked.

Hard.

In every hole.

Like they can only be complete

with a hand on their throat

and a cock in their ass.

Every time I see her, I stare.

My master knows and teases me about it.

She has even, on occasion,

talked about what *she* would do to her

if she had the chance.

After exchanging some pleasantries,

my master announced that we will begin.

The man leads his slave over to the mat.

She smiles at me,

turns around and kneels down.

I stare at her marvelous back.

My eyes tracing those wonderful curves

from top to bottom and back again.

He grabs her hair and pulls her forward.

She is head down, ass up, in front of me.

Her ass is a work of art.

He ties her arms behind her back

and removes her butt-plug.

He whispers in her ear.

She opens her legs.

He walks behind me

and leans against the wall.

"Fuck her in the ass",

my master says.

I look at her in astonishment.

She sees my hesitation

and simply smiles and nods.

I get behind her.

I'm already rock hard.

I cover her asshole and my cock in lube

and then start to push inside her.

I feel her squirm a little.

I hear her moan.

She holds firm as I push deeper.

Finally I am fully inside her.

I look at my master,

she is just smiling.

I start to stroke back and forth.

It's everything I had imagined.

I put my hands on her butt-cheeks

and use my thumbs to spread them even wider.

I stare at her bound arms.

I know she is not mine

but I can still enjoy her helplessness.

I want to reach forward

and grab her hair,

pull her close to me

and start pinching her nipples

or reach down and torture her clit with my nails

but I must do exactly what I have been told.

It's not long until I feel myself close to the edge.

I must not come without permission.

"Master, may I come inside her?"

"Not yet. Are you just about to?", she asks.

"Yes, master."

"Eat her pussy", she commands.

I pull out and bend over

and push my face between her legs.

My tongue licks at her clit until I hear a moan.

Then I start to lick and suck her lips

from top to bottom,

inside and out.

When I get back to her clit,

her moans are louder.

I can feel her pushing her hips back,

rhythmically trying to mash her pussy into my face.

I wrap one arm around her

and press my face hard against her.

My tongue is deep inside her.

I pull back and start to suck on her clit.

She is crying out now.

Faster and faster.

I hear her say,

"Sir, may I come?"

"No", he replies.

"Fuck her ass again", my master says.

We repeat this over and over,

each time shorter than the last,

as we both get closer and closer

to an unstoppable orgasm.

Finally, my master tells me to fuck her ass

and I say,

"Master, I don't think I can.

I'm afraid I will come

as soon as I push inside."

"Very good. Open your mouth", she says.

I show her my open mouth.

From behind, he pushes a ring gag into my mouth.

My master is smiling at my surprise.

I feel him secure the gag in place.

"Isn't she exquisite?", she asks,

"I hope you enjoyed that.

You seem to have made her Sir rather angry.

He knew what I had planned

but he really does not like

other men touching his toys.

I expect you are going to suffer terribly for it.

If it gets too much,

as I'm sure it will,

just watch me playing with her

and know that your suffering

is paying for my happiness.

You want me to be happy don't you?"

I nod my head.

She walks over to his slave.

She bends down and pulls her up by the hair,

then she slips open her robe

and pushes her inside.

I hear a familiar sigh

as the slave's tongue gets to work.

I feel a hand grip my hair roughly

pulling me up on my knees.

My master is still looking into my eyes.

Keeping me still.

Keeping me calm.

He pulls my hands behind my back.

I feel cold metal on my wrists.

I hear the click of the cuffs

as they tighten.

My master nods at him.

She stands his slave up

and leads her to the bed,

turning her back on me.

"What is it you said about her?

Ah yes.

She looks like she could only be complete,

with a hand on her throat

and a cock in her ass."

I feel him drop to his knees behind me.

His hand grips my throat roughly,

pulling me tight to him.

"Did it ever occur to you

that someone might say the same about you?"

I feel his other hand drop down behind me.

He pushes my legs wider apart

and presses his cock against my asshole.

His mouth comes to my ear.

"I'm going to destroy you",

he whispers.

Sub story: Game Night

Note: At 10am, I was challenged to write a 3 part story, delivering one part in the morning, one part in the afternoon and the final part that night. Initially I had no hope but actually, it was fun.

Part 1. Tic-tac-toe (Dick-tac-toe)

I'm lying on a low table.

My ankles are tied to one pair of legs

my wrists to the other.

I hear your friend say

"Let's play tic-tac-toe".

You grab my hard cock.

"First we need a board"

You drag your sharpened nail

down the head of my cock.

I struggle to keep silent.

It's game night

and I must not interrupt.

You don't break the skin

but the trace is visible.

Your friend draws one more vertical line.

I almost cry out.

My breathing is heavy and hard.

You draw a horizontal line.

I lose control and moan a little.

I get a punch in the balls for my disobedience.

Your friend slips off her panties.

"Open up"

I open my mouth,

she stuffs it full of moist cloth.

She quickly ties a cord around my head to keep it in place.

The smell and taste of her cunt fills my senses.

She draws the final line of the board.

Shes places an X

I don't know where.

"Who said, you could go first?"

Each stroke makes my cock throb.

You place Os.

These are worse than the Xs

perfect little circles of pain

that seem to take forever to carve out.

Of course the game is a draw.

What matters is that I am the loser.

Part 2. Checkers (I'm board)

The same table.

This time I am face down.

Because you are a sweet and generous person,

my face rests against a thin pillow

and not on the hard surface of the table.

My clamped nipples are pressed in pain

under my own weight.

A spiky-toothed ring circles underneath the mushroom-head of my cock.

It is chained such that it can only point towards my feet

If I get hard,

my cock will press the ring against the table

and the teeth will bite.

I am blind-folded and gagged.

Relaxing music plays through noise-cancelling earbuds.

Sometimes I can hear that you are talking

but I don't know what you're saying.

The first line of hot wax burns across my back.

I feel the blood rush as I whimper slightly.

Each new line brings a rush of pain

and a rush of blood.

Soon it all blends into one

as you make your way down my back

from top to bottom.

There is a pause.

I don't know how long.

And then more wax.

This time the lines run from top to bottom

Eventually it is done.

I know what will come next.

I have seen your set of black and what discs

smooth and cool on the top

rows of little pins on the bottom.

I feel them being placed one at a time

you and your friend lay out the board

on each side of my back.

Each one placed with just enough force

to make it stick.

I dare not move now.

I try to keep my breathing steady.

I must not disturb your game.

I feel each move

but I have no idea 

what is going on,

drifting in the pain.

Sometimes completely blank

sometimes thinking about pleasing you

sometimes having naughty thoughts

and quickly regretting it

as the teeth of the ring remind me of my predicament.

Who won?

Was it close?

Did someone cheat?

...

What does the board care?

It is happy to be played with.

Part 3. Black and white (A Game of Stones)

"OK, you throw the stones

from behind this line",

you explain to your friend.

"You're white, I'm black.

Whoever gets the most stones into the bucket wins."

The bucket in question is suspended

a couple of feet off the ground

by a short piece of twine.

The other end of the twine is tied securely

just above my balls.

They are dangling low,

weighed down by the empty bucket.

It's a little uncomfortable.

You take your places behind the line.

Each of you has a bag of stones.

You begin to toss them towards the bucket.

Many of them bounce off or miss completely

but each one that lands inside

adds a little to my discomfort.

After a few minutes of this,

I am really feeling the weight of the bucket.

I am sweating.

My legs are starting to tremble.

I make eye contact with you,

hoping you will take pity on me.

Instead you turn to your friend

and whisper something to her.

She giggles.

Your stones have run out.

My balls are aching with the weight

I lock my knees and focus on you.

Your friend says,

"I still have some stones left

but I really need to pee.

Just a minute".

She beams a big smile at you

and walks out.

You turn to me,

"Well... I hope she doesn't take too long...".

You walk over to me.

The floor is covered in stones.

It's hard to know who's winning.

You start to gather up black stones.

You have a large handful of them.

You lock my eyes with yours

and start dropping them one by one into the bucket.

Each stone feels like a hammer blow.

You walk back to the line.

After what feels like an eternity,

your friend comes back into the room.

She picks up her bag of stones

and takes aim with her first stone.

She pauses.

"Why are all the stones at the top of the bucket black?", she asks.

"What do you mean?"

"Look, I can't see any of my stones.

You've been cheating!"

You pause for a minute.

I cough.

Even that hurts so much.

You both look at me.

I cough again.

"I think he wants to speak", she says.

"HE is not allowed to speak", you say.

"Well maybe HE has something to tell us", she replies.

"YOU will be punished if you speak",

you say, staring at me.

"I'm sorry." I blurt out.

"SILENCE".

"It's my fault.

I did this when you weren't looking.

I moved some of your black stones

from the floor to the bucket

when she was peeing and you were not paying attention.

I just wanted you to win".

"This is unacceptable", you say,

"not only have you spoken without permission,

you have embarrassed me in front of my friend.

Your punishment will be severe".

You turn to your friend,

"I am so sorry.

What can I do to make this up?

Perhaps you would like to take your revenge?"

She nods, a smile slowly spreading across her face.

"Please. No mercy for this one", you say,

"I'm just popping out to the toilet,

I expect to hear his screams".

As you leave the room,

you turn to look at me.

Your friend is closing in on me.

You blow me a kiss.

A beautiful, warm feeling rises in my chest

and a shiver runs down my back.

I will endure for you.

Dom story: Cockhole

I find her exactly as requested.

Kneeling, upright, head bowed,

eyes on the ground, waiting for me.

Aware of her predicament.

Unsure of what will happen next.

Her mouth is gagged open.

Her hands are cuffed behind her back.

Her knees are forced apart by a metal bar.

"What do we have here?

Is this a person or a cockhole?"

Her eyes remain fixed on the floor.

"Do you know the difference?"

She gently shakes her head.

"A person has free will, hopes and desires.

A person defends themselves.

A person communicates.

A person has dignity and deserves respect."

"A cockhole is a simple creature

that wants nothing more

than to have its holes filled.

Preferably with a cock,

but almost anything will do."

"Are you person?"

She nods her head slowly.

"We'll see about that.

Sometimes cockholes get confused."

I pick up a short crop

and walk over to her.

Grabbing her hair,

I pull her head back.

Her chest sticks out,

her breasts exposed below me.

I slap the crop against a nipple.

"Make me stop.

Beg me to stop.

Communicate your needs."

She mumbles something through the gag.

I slap her nipple.

"What's that?"

She mumbles again.

I slap again.

"I don't know what you want."

Slowly she tries again.

"Are you trying to say 'Hurt me'?"

I slap again.

Her nipple is getting red now.

Saliva is building up in her mouth now.

I hear a wet gargling mumble.

"Hurt you again?"

Slap.

She moans in pain.

Then silence.

"Do you have anything more to say?"

Silence.

I release her hair.

She falls forward,

drooling all over her legs.

"You don't communicate like a person.

Are you sure you're a person?"

She nods her head.

"Hmm, let's see.

Do you know what a cockhole sounds like?".

She doesn't move, staring at the floor.

I stand in front of her

and gently lift her chin.

"You can look up"

She lifts her eyes to mine.

Her face is glowing.

Some hairs have stuck to the sweat on her brow.

I brush them away.

"Keep looking at me."

I push my hard cock through the ring

and into her wet mouth.

Her tongue starts to caress the head of my cock.

It's instinctual for a cockhole.

"No need for that."

I push past her tongue,

deep into her mouth

stepping forward

and pushing against the back of her head.

As I thrust back and forth,

I hear a satisfying squelching sound.

"Do you hear that?

The unmistakable sound of a cockhole."

I push a little harder

her eyes widen.

I pause, enjoying the moment

then pull back.

I hear her gag and then breathe heavily.

I repeat that a few times

slowly, gently, staring into her eyes throughout.

I pull out and release her head.

She slumps over,

breathing heavily.

"All of that sounded exactly like a cockhole to me.

Are you sure you're a person?"

She rises shakily,

head down again,

breathing calmly.

She nods her head.

I kneel down behind her.

My hand reaches under her

and finds her asshole.

She starts to squirm.

I reach for her neck with my other hand

push her forward and down,

raising her ass in the air.

I slowly work 2 fingers into her asshole.

Knuckle by knuckle

they slide inside

as she moans and squirms.

I grab her hair

and pull her back upright.

Then I reach around

and press my hand between her jaw and neck.

I pull her tight against my body.

Her head is pressed against my shoulder.

I pull harder.

I hear her breath become raspy.

She tries to adjust her position.

I push my fingers deeper into her asshole.

With every slight movement,

I push harder on her throat

until I no longer hear her breath.

"You are my little meat puppet",

I wiggle my fingers inside her.

"This is not very dignified is it?

Do you feel respected?"

I feel her start to struggle.

"Are you a person?"

Her eyes are wide.

Her struggles are hopeless.

"Are you a person?"

She twists her head from side to side.

"Are you a cockhole?"

I feel her head move back and forth

against the pressure of my hand,

nodding weakly.

We wait.

I feel her nod her head again.

We wait.

I release my hand just enough to let her breathe freely.

She sucks in air.

The tension in her body releases.

I keep her pressed against me

as she breathes deep breaths.

"I was right!

What a pretty little cockhole you are.

There are a few more tests

and they will hurt.

A lot.

Still, best to be sure.

The things I am going to do to you

are things nobody should do to a person."

Sub story: You belong to me now

Pentru Valentina.

The entrance to the room is brightly lit.

The rest of the room is dark.

The door closes behind him with a click.

A voice comes from the darkness,

"Take off your clothes.

Place them neatly on the table."

The voice feels like warm honey

trickling through his nerves.

He starts to undress.

His long fingers working carefully

on each button of his shirt.

He folds it neatly

and places it on the table.

He pauses.

What is going on?

He hasn't even seen her

and he is half naked.

She is watching from the darkness.

She enjoys his confusion for a moment,

"It's OK, keep going.

I will take care of you."

Without thinking he resumes,

until everything is folded and piled up.

She steps into the light.

Was she standing right there all this time?

She is pretty.

She is smiling.

"Turn around for me".

He turns slowly.

She takes it all in,

curved and flat,

bones, muscle, fat, hair.

She leads him into the room.

It doesn't seem as dark now.

"Are you going to tie me up?"

he asks nervously.

"Why would I do that?".

"To stop me escaping".

"All those knots,

all that work

just to pretend I own you?

No.

One day I might tie you up

just to make you look nice.

Like a gift under the tree",

she says, smiling even more.

"Do you have a dog?"

He nods.

"You don't tie him up

to stop him escaping,

do you?

There's no need.

He depends on you utterly.

He cannot imagine being without you.

He lives for your attention,

your approval.

Maybe you've never thought about it

but you will understand soon."

She moves behind him.

He hears a drawer slide open.

A few seconds later,

she is at his ear.

"We're going to get to know each other",

she whispers,

"Turn and face the wall."

He turns.

Her hand reaches around.

One wet finger slides over his nipple.

It glistens in the room's light

sliding and slipping across and around.

He starts to feel the blood go to his cock.

Her hand slowly moves down his body.

She drags her nails as she goes,

down to his thigh,

then slowly,

gently from the bottom of his sack

to the top of his half-hard cock.

He lets out a long sigh.

He didn't even know

he was holding his breath.

"Put your hands on the wall

and spread your legs."

He does as he is told.

She pulls back his foreskin

and slips a ring around the head of his cock,

clipping it shut.

The inside of the ring is lined with teeth.

They fit snugly under the ridge of his glans,

ensuring that this collar will not slip off.

"What is that?".

"Just a little toy",

she says, smiling.

"Shouldn't I give you a safe-word or something?",

he asks.

"You don't need a safe-word,

you can just ask me to stop

if you want me to stop."

He hears her step away and come back.

Once again she reaches around from behind.

This time she has a feather in her hand.

She begins to work up and down his cock and balls,

long, slow strokes.

"Do you find me attractive?".

He nods.

"Think about what you would like to do to me,

what you would make me do for you

if you had the power".

She moves the feather to his shoulders

and playfully works her way down.

Imagining her mouth, her pussy, her ass serving him

has made his cock hard.

The teeth of the ring

are starting to bite ever so gently.

He feels the feather leave his back

and without warning,

it gently tickles his asshole.

He cannot help but clench

and as he does so,

his cock throbs,

standing higher,

swelling slightly.

The teeth bite.

He lets out a yelp.

Her hand comes to his mouth.

Her fingers slip inside.

She pulls his head back gently

and leans in,

breathing hotly against his ear.

She starts to nibble and bite it.

Then works her way down to his exposed neck,

kissing and sucking,

sending tingles down his body.

He tries to control himself.

Each little wave of pleasure

is seeking out his cock.

Sometimes he keeps calm.

Sometimes it reaches its target

and yet another pulse of blood and pressure

makes those teeth bite in.

He's sucking her fingers.

He doesn't remember when he started.

He has never felt so out of control.

He feels a lubed finger sneak inside his asshole.

His cock swells,

pressing against the teeth like never before.

He lets out a long, confused scream.

"Do you want me to stop?",

she whispers.

He struggles to answer.

He manages to mumble a "no" through her fingers,

his voice cracking as he does.

The lubed finger works its way higher.

Every twitch brings a wave of pleasure

and a bite of pain.

He is moaning uncontrollably

a mix of animalistic noises

and barely recognizable words,

"fuck", "jesus", "please".

A part of him is begging for this to stop

but he can never quite bring himself to say it.

He looks down at his cock.

A string of juice is hanging from the head

swaying back and forth.

She leans close to his ear and whispers,

"I am in your ass,

your mouth, your mind, your ears, your neck, your skin.

There is no rope that could bind you tighter.

There is no word that could make you safer.

You belong to me now."

He closes his eyes

and let's the waves wash over him.

Bulding and building,

his cries getting louder and louder.

All of his will,

all of his power

slowly draining away

until nothing is left

except pleasure and pain

and the knowledge that he is his hers now

and he cannot imagine it being any other way.

 

Dom story: You did this

There must be no doubts,

no questions

about how you ended up like this.

If you want to submit totally

then it must be you

who makes yourself utterly helpless.

When it's too much

and you wish you could beg for mercy,

I want you to know

that you did this to yourself.

When it's done,

you will have given away all control.

There is no obedience or punishment

when you are immobilized and utterly vulnerable.

You will be ready for use without respect.

Unable to maintain a shred of dignity.

I am waiting for you

when you come into the room.

I place my finger on your lips.

There will be no explanation or discussion.

My instructions were clear and simple.

On a table in the corner of the room

are numbered boxes,

laid out in order.

Each one will bring you closer to submission.

In the first box, you find a ring gag.

The first thing you must give me

is your ability to communicate.

This the most humiliating piece.

More importantly it isolates you from me.

You cannot ask me for help.

You cannot ask me for commands.

You cannot blame anyone but yourself

for what happens.

You make eye contact with me

as you place the ring in your mouth,

buckling the strap behind your head.

I can't tell if that is supposed to be

for your benefit or mine.

You turn back to the table.

The next box contains a butt plug and lube.

Nothing especially big.

It is a symbol of your submission

and a sign of things to come.

It takes some time for you to get it fully inside,

drooling a little as you do.

This time you keep your eyes lowered.

Do you feel shame doing this to yourself?

The third box has a pair of nipple clamps

on a short chain.

A note reads "connect to gag".

You carefully attach the first clamp.

I hear the sharp intake of breath

as it bites into you.

You hesitate a little with the second one.

It's easier when someone else is doing it,

then you just have to endure.

I want you to be responsible.

You take a breath and attach the second clamp.

The chain is short.

There's not a lot of slack.

As you pull it towards the gag,

the pain intensifies.

Tucking your chin and lowering your head,

you manage to hook the chain in place.

Keeping your head low,

the pain is bearable.

The last box has a pair of spreader bars.

You attach the longer one to your ankles.

The shorter one, just above the knees.

With the butt plug in,

you cannot sit down to do this.

You keep tugging on that chain

as you're bent over, reaching.

I enjoy hearing you moan and gasp.

Hurting yourself as you struggle

to give away more and more of your freedom.

You're drooling heavily by the end of it.

You don't turn around when you're done.

A note at the end of the table reads "curtain".

The curtain is right beside you.

You draw it back to reveal

a metal chain that runs from a pulley at the top of the wall

to another pulley near the floor and back up again.

Attached to the chain near the ground,

is a black leather collar.

A leather thong connects it to a pair of metal handcuffs.

I've put this on you many times.

Now it's your turn.

Even at this stage, you could back out.

Nothing is stopping you from undoing everything.

You are still a person

with your own power and will.

Not for long.

You pull on the chain

but it doesn't move.

You will have to get down there

to put on the collar.

Using the wall and table,

you carefully lower yourself to the ground.

More gasps and moans as you haltingly make your way down.

You shuffle around on all-fours.

You fold your knees and lean forward

until the collar is close.

You wrap it around your neck

and fasten the buckle.

You reach over your shoulder

and place the cold metal cuffs on your bare back.

You pause.

A thread of drool connects your mouth to the floor.

Are you waiting for a command?

It will not come.

I will not take your power from you,

you must give every last piece of it away.

I will not turn you into an animal,

a thing,

a squirming, grunting collection of holes and flesh

to be fucked and used in the most degrading ways.

You must do that to yourself.

You bring both hands up behind your back.

You find the cuffs,

taking one in each hand.

The leather connecting them to the collar is not long.

One cuff click-click-clicks on your wrist.

This is it.

You struggle a little to get the other cuff on.

Every movement brings pain.

It clicks into place.

You pull your hands apart to confirm.

You try to relax your arms

but when you do,

the collar presses into your throat

making your breath raspy.

What have you done?

You walked in here a person

and without a word from me

you have turned yourself into a drooling, moaning creature.

Every hole stretched wide.

Every ounce of freedom given away.

I stay where I am,

savouring your condition,

your helplessness,

your growing uncertainty.

What have you done?

I will let you think about that a little longer

as you drool and pant and shift your weight

trying to find a way to get comfortable.

Why bother?

You know what's coming.

I walk over

carrying a crop in one hand.

You are folded over,

Head down, ass up.

I release the brake on the pulley

and slowly pull down on one side of the chain.

The other side rises.

The collar pulls you up by the neck.

Your body unfolds.

You keep your head down

trying to save your nipples.

You are up on your knees now.

Your body fully straight.

I keep pulling.

You shuffle awkwardly,

coming as close as you can to the chain.

Still I'm pulling.

Until now,

the collar was pulled back

by the weight of your arms behind you.

Now it's rising up on your neck

pulling your chin up

and with it, the cruel chain leading to your nipples.

Your breath is coming fast, hard and noisy.

I hold you here, dangling, gasping.

You're looking up at me,

an attempt to communicate.

I do not meet your gaze.

Maybe you think that if I see the pain in your eyes

the begging, the promise of obedience,

I will relent.

That is not the game we are playing now.

You are not an unruly slave

who withholds their gifts until disciplined.

You have nothing to withhold.

I look down and engage the brake on the pulley.

I admire your body, stretched long.

Your hips thrust forward,

as you struggle to make yourself taller,

teetering back and forth

on the edge of balance.

You legs spread wide,

completely defenseless.

I wet my finger in your mouth

and rub it slowly around your lips.

I hold it in the centre of the ring.

Your tongue rises to meet it.

This is all you have left.

The only way you can express yourself.

Lick or not lick.

What are you now?

Your tongue circles my finger

caressing it, seducing it.

Trying to hold my attention.

Offering pleasure.

Begging for relief.

Don't bother.

The tongue of the crop

cracks against your crotch.

All you can do is grunt.

Your body jerks

but you stay upright.

Are you worried?

I understand but

it does no good to fret

when there's nothing you can do.

I brush your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

My fingers run along your scalp.

The crop strikes again.

No harder than last time

but those parts are already inflamed

and the pain is additive.

I grab a fist-full of hair behind your head and pull back.

The fiery pain in your nipples

brings a loud, long moan

as the chain pulls hard.

The moan turns to a desperate gurgle

and then silence

as I push my cock past your begging tongue

and plunge it into your throat.

You did this.

Sub story: No deals

You come back into the room

dressed in black from head to toe.

A pair of handcuffs hangs from your belt.

You walk across the room

and press me up against the wall.

In those heels you are looking down on me slightly.

You lean in and press your lips to mine.

You open your mouth a little.

I open mine.

Immediately you force your tongue inside,

hungrily exploring.

Pushing.

Penetrating.

I feel your hand slip inside my pants,

I'm already hard.

Nails gently scraping down my full length.

Your hand envelopes my balls

and starts to squeeze.

I moan but you are still in my mouth.

You devour my discomfort.

Your other hand is on my throat now,

pinning me in place.

I can still breathe

but talking is impossible.

You pull back slightly

and fix my eyes with yours.

"Submit to me.

It's what you want.

But remember this,

there are no rules,

there are no deals,

there are no promises that I must keep."

I can't speak.

My balls ache.

My instinct is to defend myself.

My arms are tensed,

ready to push you away.

The last thing I want.

"Do you want me to stop squeezing?"

I give a nod.

"If you're ready to submit,

take the cuffs from my belt

and lock your hands behind your back."

I do as you tell me.

The handcuffs are snug on my wrists.

You look behind me.

I snap the cuffs apart a couple of times

to show you that I'm secured.

You lean in,

whispering in my ear,

"Remember,

no rules,

no deals,

no promises that I must keep".

You start to squeeze even harder.

A rasping whimper escapes from my mouth.

"Did you think I would stop squeezing

when you put the cuffs on?

Did you think we had a *deal*?"

I nod,

feeling like a fool.

You squeeze some more.

I pull at the cuffs behind my back,

groaning and wriggling.

"It's not fair is it?"

I shake my head.

You laugh.

"I didn't bring you here

to be fair to you!"

"You are here to eat pussy

and beg for mercy.

I can assure you,

I have precious little of that in store."

Dom story: Babygirl

I got chatting on a kink app.

She said she liked feeling helpless.

This story is the result...

I fold your arms behind your back,

wrist to elbow and tie them together.

From behind,

I reach one hand around,

just under your chin.

I pull you close to me

and tilt your head back.

Maybe you try to say something

but just a little pressure from my hand silences you.

I press my face into your hair

and take a deep breath.

It's smells of... vanilla.

Your little joke?

My lips move to your ear.

"You're mine now.

Do you know what a man like me

will do to a helpless, pretty little thing like you?

You'll find out soon".

My mouth finds your earlobe,

sucking a little.

It feels nice at first.

Nibbling, biting, gently

then too hard and too long.

It hurts but your body tingles

as my incisors rake across the skin.

You gasp as it finally pops out

and the pain stops.

You notice that your nipples are starting to get hard.

What if I did the same thing to them?

You're wearing that over-sized blue shirt

and black panties, nothing else.

I pull you tight against me.

Your neck and head are tilted back on my shoulder.

You are pulled up on your toes,

your back arching slightly,

teetering on the edge of your balance.

I start to open the buttons on your shirt.

I open it far enough to pull it down off your shoulders.

Your chest is exposed.

Your nipples are rock hard now,

pointing upwards.

I bring my thumb and finger to your mouth.

"Lick them.

Make them nice and slippery".

Your tongue reaches out.

I push my fingers into your mouth.

I move those wet fingers to your nipple.

It feels good each time I gently squeeze and it pops out.

Squeeze, pop, squeeze, pop.

At first there is only pleasure

but the squeeze gets harder

and the pop take longer.

You feel yourself getting wet between your legs

but now my fingers are dry.

There is no pop, only squeeze..

Tighter and tighter.

Your nipple is on fire between my fingers.

You try to say "stop" but my hand is still on your throat

and all that comes out is a gurgle.

You start to struggle but that just hurts even more.

I'm so close, it takes just a faint whisper.

"Shhhhhh, there's nothing you can do now."

I pull you over to the bed.

I sit on the edge,

you are standing in front of me.

I make a fist on my leg,

my knuckles sticking up.

"Sit. Rub against it".

You open your legs and lower yourself down.

You start grinding against my fist.

While you do that,

my other hand continues to tease and torture your nipples.

"Keep your eyes open.

Look into my eyes.

I control your pleasure.

I control your pain."

You're making a lot of noise now.

You're having too much fun.

You will have to pay for it.

I reach up and grab your hair.

"On your knees".

I pull you to the side.

You kneel on the floor.

I pull your head down to my crotch.

You are stretched forward on your knees,

head down, ass up.

You take the head of my hard cock in your mouth.

It's already juicy.

You start to work your tongue all around it.

I moan a little.

You feel so happy to be pleasing me.

You keep working,

around and around the head of my cock.

You feel my hand on the back of your head,

my fingers in your fine, soft hair,

circling around and around just like your tongue.

Suddenly, I push down hard.

My cock slips deep into your mouth.

My other hand lands hard on your ass with a loud slap.

You try to cry out but you are gagged.

The head of my hard cock is pushing down your throat.

My hand slides from your ass,

down to your black panties.

I start to massage your clit through the wet cloth.

With my hand on your head,

grabbing a fist full of hair,

I start pumping your head up and down.

You're a good girl,

you press as hard as you can with your tongue

to make your mouth a tight wet pussy for me to fuck.

The only thing you can do now

is be the tightest little fuck-hole you can be

and hope it makes me happy.

Another slap lands on your ass

and I go back to massaging your clit.

You're moaning and slurping so loud now.

I know I'll finish soon.

I push my cock deep into your mouth,

pressing your face against me.

I slowly stand up.

Impaled, you rise with me.

I brush the hair away from your face

so I can see your big brown eyes.

"Keep looking at me.

Don't spit.

Don't swallow.

Just hold it in your mouth".

I start fucking your face again,

looking deep into your eyes.

I own your body and your soul.

You exist to please me.

On your knees,

watching me enjoy you,

is everything you need.

As I start to pump faster,

you can feel I'm nearly there.

Somehow you make your mouth even tighter.

Cum fills your mouth.

I keep pumping.

Jerking in and out now.

My groans tell you that you've done a good job.

I slow down.

Cum glistens on your lips and your chin.

I catch my breath.

"Good girl", I say

as I slide my cock from your lips.

It's shiny and wet.

I wipe it on your face.

It makes me smile.

You make a noise in protest

but you keep your mouth closed

afraid to spill a drop.

"Stand up".

You rise carefully.

I reach down and massage your panties.

They are soaking wet.

You step out of them

as I slip them down your legs.

"Show me what's in your mouth".

You tilt your head back a little and open wide.

Strings of cum connect your tongue

to the roof of your mouth.

"Close your eyes".

As you do so,

I stuff your soaking wet panties into your cum-filled mouth.

Your eyes pop open wide with surprise.

You're saying something to me.

The words are lost in that wet ball of cloth and juices.

It doesn't matter.

You know that nothing you could say

will change what happens next.

Isn't that the point?

I tie the gag into place with a short cord.

"I won't be needing that hole again for a while

but I do enjoy the noises you make."

I lean in and kiss you on the forehead.

"You can't escape,

you can't stop me,

you can't even beg for mercy.

Just relax.

Enjoy being my beautiful toy".