Rope Bites

Rope

# Rope

You are in full flow now.

My arms are locked.

Rope encircles me.

I want to tell you that I am yours.

You would laugh.

Does the spider care what the fly thinks?

My breath, my eyes

tell you everything.

Pulling me to you with the rope.

Pushing me away with your foot.

There is no conflict.

I will be exactly where you want me.

A loop around my neck,

closed by your hand,

on the edge of blood,

then loose.

Nothing hurts as much as almost.

I sigh.

You smile

as you reel me in.

My face is buried in your shoulder.

I open my mouth without thinking.

You inch backward

and slowly drag me down,

all the way to the floor.

I wait.

Bites

Your body is folded onto the floor.

Your head is at my knees.

At peace.

I hear your breath change

as I tense the rope around your neck.

I pull you upright

and sit my thighs on top of yours,

pinning you to the floor.

I slowly undo the wraps.

The rope slides,

whispering secrets to your skin.

I lean back to watch.

Your whole body twitching, craving,

trying to squeeze the last scraps of feeling

from each inch of rope.

I drape my arms over your shoulders,

and pull you in.

Your face rests on my shoulder again.

"Was there a moment back there

where you almost tried to bite me?"

I feel your head nod.

"I do like being bitten.

Maybe I could let you have a nibble."

Your head shifts.

Your mouth is on my shoulder.

"Don't get ahead of yourself.

Embrace me".

Your arms wrap around my body.

Your fingers cling to my shoulder blades.

With one hand I grip the hair on the back of your head,

pushing you against my shoulder.

With the other hand,

I reach for your most sensitive spot.

I feel you tense up,

pulling me in.

"Everything has a price."

I wait until you relax.

"Bite me."

I feel your teeth begin to press.

Just a tingle on my skin.

I start to squeeze.

I feel you hesitate.

"Don't be shy."

Your jaw starts to close,

compressing my muscle.

Not painful yet.

I match your strength.

I hear you grunt.

Your jaw goes slack.

"That's the best you can do?"

I wait one breath.

"Try again."

You bite down.

No stronger than before

but you hold it longer,

letting go with a whimper.

"That will not do.

Maybe there's a better way.

Bite now, pay later...

Let's try again.

Bite now."

Your teeth close on me slowly.

I wait.

You push past your earlier attempts.

I start to feel it.

It hurts but we are not there yet.

Harder still,

until finally,

I feel something visceral, instinctive.

The breath that I was holding escapes.

I try to pull back.

Your arms are powerful on my back

locking me in place.

An animal emerging.

I hear you moan.

I feel you shiver.

The pressure drops off.

You relax.

"That was nice...

Pay later".

I start to squeeze,

following the pace and strength of your bite.

Your whole body stiffens.

You pull me in tight again.

This time there is no power, only desperation.

Trying to bury yourself inside me.

I keep going.

You are grunting, moaning,

breathing raggedly,

mumbling something,

almost struggling,

knowing that will only make it worse.

I hold,

enjoying your rapid breath on my neck,

then release.

You slump against me.

I run my fingers through your hair,

scratching your scalp and down your neck.

We breathe together for a little while.

"I think we're getting somewhere.

Let's try again.

Harder this time.

Take your time.

We have all night."

Cage Pop

We get through the door.

Home after a lovely day together.

"Who's been a good girl?"

"I have!".

"Doggie want to play a game?"

"Woof!"

She starts to pull off her clothes.

Socks, top, jeans, bra.

Scattered everywhere.

A big mess,

she'll pay for that later.

I stand in front of her

and wrap her hands,

turning them into paws.

I go behind her

and wrap a hair band onto my wrist.

I take her hair in my hands,

pulling, uncomfortably tight.

"Wouldn't want you to end up

in a sticky mess.

Not yet anyway"

The bands slips off my wrist.

A couple of twists later,

her hair is in a neat pony tail.

"On the floor, doggy."

"Woof!"

She gets down on her paws and knees.

I reach down and fasten a collar with a leash

around her neck.

"Into your cage."

She gives me a look.

"Who knows best?"

She smiles.

"Woof!"

She goes through the door of the cage.

"Into the corner, no peeking".

She makes her way to the corner

and puts her face to the floor.

I reach in and feed the leash

through the bars,

tying it off with plenty of slack.

She can move freely within the cage,

she just can't come out.

I take a lollipop

and clamp it half-way up one of the bars.

"Who wants a treat?"

"Woof!"

"We're going to play a game.

You can look now.

There's a lollipop for you."

She turns around.

Her face lights up.

Impatient, paws inching forward,

waiting for my words.

"Stay...

Here are the rules.

You can leave the cage

when you've sucked the lollipop

down to the stick.

No biting.

If you bite it,

we'll just start again

with a new lollipop."

"Woof!"

"The only other rule is that

you have to look at me.

No closing your eyes

no looking around.

I have some work to do

but I'll be checking.

If I look at you

I better see your eyes looking back at me.

If I catch you not looking at me

you'll be punished."

"Woof!"

"Good girl.

Suck your way to freedom.

If you work hard,

I'll give you some scratches." 

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."

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.

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".

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.

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.

Story: Endless

Another email comes.

I click the link.

The movie player opens.

I shouldn't watch this

but she wants me to.

I still remember every moment.

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"I have a special task for you.

A kind of a test.

If you pass it, you will receive the ultimate reward.

If you fail, your punishment will be endless.

It will be difficult

but I made you mine

and I trained you

because I thought

you had what it takes.

I know you love me more than anything

and you have shown me that you are strong.

I hope you have what I need."

She leads me into the room.

It looks the same as always.

The table, the collar,

crops, floggers, cuffs, chains, ropes

and all the other tools she uses

to perfect my worship.

"Kneel, facing the corner.

Wait for my instructions.".

I kneel.

She slips a blindfold over my eyes.

For the next few minutes she is busy.

Doing what, I cannot tell.

I wait.

No cuffs.

These days, we only need them

when she wants me to extend my limits

or inflicting some severe punishment.

No collar?

That's always the first thing...

I hear the familiar sounds of metal and leather.

After some minutes, I hear her voice.

Something is different though.

Her voice is distant...

"Do not move until I tell you to.

Just listen.

As you well know,

pain, fear, danger, all heighten the senses.

Sometimes I like to explore those feelings.

Without an owner, this is tricky.

I have planned an experience for myself

and you will serve it to me.

You will follow my instructions exactly.

Do not be afraid.

You know well how to inflict pain

and I know my limits.

Remove your blindfold,

come to the table

and tap the screen."

The screen? This is new.

I stand up, turn around,

and remove my blindfold.

She is standing beside the table,

stunning as always

but what is going on?

Her mouth is held open by a ring-gag,

her knees spread apart by a metal bar.

A black leather collar, the collar,

is fastened around her neck.

Her arms are behind her back.

Otherwise, she is naked, exposed and vulnerable.

I walk over and check.

She has the cuffs on her wrists,

the keys lay on the table.

Is this a trick?

I have never seen her show an ounce of weakness

but I have pictured this before.

Since we first met,

I have fantasized about making her mine

in every way imaginable.

When I asked, she said she would consider it

but in the end I let her own me.

My first and only time.

It was the only way to keep her

but I have never stopped thinking about this,

and she knows.

She grunts through the gag.

I snap out of my thoughts.

She fixes me with a stare,

she is impatient.

Another grunt

and she motions to the table with her head.

I see a tablet with the words "tap here" on the screen.

"Forgive me. I was surprised",

I tap the screen.

Her voice again,

"This tablet will give you my instructions.

Listen carefully.

Do exactly as I say.

Use the tools I tell you to use

in the ways I tell you.

No more. No less.

You are not gagged.

You will need your mouth

but do not speak to me,

do not question my instructions.

As always, you are a tool for my pleasure,

under my control.

Tap once more to start the program."

I tap the screen.

"Warm-up. Light spanking.

Let's get the blood flowing

and get you over any hesitations you may have.

Attach my collar to the ceiling chain.

Make sure there is some tension in it.

Blindfold me.

Take the riding crop

and strike me as instructed.

Don't be shy.

I want to feel it.

Do not disappoint me.

I created the program

but it has random elements,

so I do not know where you will strike.

You may surprise me sometimes

and tantalize me others.

You already know my style."

I take the chain that hangs from the ceiling

and slip it through the ring on her collar,

pulling it up until I feel her weight.

I fasten the chain in place with a clip

and go fetch the crop and blindfold.

As I slip the blindfold down,

over those beautiful eyes

I see her pupils are wide with excitement

but she is staring at the wall,

like I don't exist.

I check the screen to see a list.

"Generated targets

Pussy.

Pussy (harder).

Tits (both)

..."

Her knees are spread wide

her pussy is open a little.

I should strike her with a riding crop?

I want to

but what will happen if I do this?

Will she punish me?

Probably.

If I disobey it will be worse.

I take the crop and line up.

I use the tongue

to tease apart the lips of her pussy.

I hear her take a breath.

She tenses up.

I draw back and strike.

She gasps a little.

That sound.

Usually it means I have surprised her,

served her some intense pleasure,

with my worship.

That sound triggers something.

I feel myself start to get hard.

Until now I had felt nothing at all.

I was too stressed out by this whole situation,

but now, my blood is pumping.

This exquisite woman is helpless in front of me.

Before I gave myself to her,

I had owned many women.

Made them beg for mercy or beg for more.

I thought I knew what I was doing

but she has taught me so much.

If this is what she wants,

I know exactly what to do.

Still, I must be careful.

I must follow her instructions.

She never stops amazing me.

Bound, gagged and spread open

yet somehow she is still in charge.

Pussy. Harder.

I draw back a little further

careful not to give any hints.

This one will be a surprise.

It lands with a whack,

catching her on an exhale,

turning it into a low groan.

She takes a breath.

I see her tongue press against the back of her teeth.

A slight shudder, as she breathes out,

tells me that I hit the mark.

By now I am rock hard.

I am not allowed to touch it

without her permission

but she has not caged it up.

Will this task require me to fuck her?

She would never let me, would she?

I look at that gag.

Her mouth held open.

The ultimate reward?

I picture her choking on my cock,

her nose pressed into my crotch,

pleading for mercy with those big eyes.

She leaves nothing to chance.

There must be a reason for that gag.

Next target...

----

She had me torture her in ways

I could never have thought of,

just as she tortured me.

Sometimes pleasure, always pain.

She came harder than I've ever seen.

I don't know where her limits are.

She is tough.

While she gasped, groaned, twisted and squirmed,

she always seemed ready for more.

---

By now we are both soaked with sweat

and she has drooled all over herself.

"Put me on my knees.

Stand in front of me.

Remove my blindfold.

Take your cock

and put the head just inside my gag.

Feel the heat of my breath.

Count to ten.

Slowly.

Then tap the screen."

I do as I'm told.

She stares up at me.

What is that look?

Have I passed the test?

Am I going to get my reward?

Her breath on my cock is like fire.

I can see her tongue moving,

licking her teeth

but never touching me.

She is practically blowing on my cock,

making it throb each time.

She knows exactly what she is doing.

This is agony.

I could turn it into ecstasy at any time,

she could not stop me.

That just makes it worse.

After the longest count of my life,

I tap the screen.

"Place the stool in front of me

bend me over and rest my chest on it.

Kneel behind me.

Cover your cock in lube.

Spread my ass wide

and place the tip of your cock against my asshole.

Do not put it inside me.

Then tap the screen."

I do as I'm told.

I am shaking now.

I can barely contain myself.

I'm so hard it hurts.

As my slippery cock touches her asshole it spasms.

My balls ache from excitement without release.

If I fuck her now, would I even last ten seconds?

I tap the screen.

"Squeeze my ass cheeks closed

over the head of your cock.

Feel the heat."

It feels so good, so hot, so tight.

I might come just from this.

"Tap the screen."

I tap.

"Lean over me,

grab a handful of my hair.

Turn my head

and look into my eyes.

Imagine what would happen

if you forced yourself into my ass right now.

Think of the the sounds I would make.

Imagine my eyes popping open wide.

Imagine me struggling underneath you

as you make me yours.

Imagine pulling me to my knees again

and forcing that filthy hard cock

into my mouth

and down my throat as I wriggle and gag.

I know how to take a full cock in my throat.

and drain every last drop of cum.

...

Imagine it.

...

I forbid it."

She forbids it?

She is utterly helpless,

how could she stop me?

She is staring at me.

Her eyes narrow.

What is next?

She will not break me.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

BEEP.

Her eyes close.

She lets out a long breath

and slumps onto the stool.

"Remove the bar from my knees and uncuff me.

Then blindfold yourself.

Cuff your hands behind your back,

and wait quietly."

I do as I'm told.

I hear her moving behind me.

Passing her test was not so hard.

I am stronger than she thinks.

This was her most elaborate torture for me.

Was this the reward itself?

Getting to do to her what an owner would do.

It certainly was an amazing experience.

She worked so hard to make it happen.

Everything was so precisely controlled.

Of course she didn't make me fuck her

like a helpless piece of meat.

She could not have controlled that.

How could she remain my owner

if I had used her like that,

if I had made her mine...

She fastens the collar around my neck.

I didn't realize until now

how much I had missed it.

I hear the clink of the chain slipping through the ring.

She pulls.

I rise up on my toes.

She pulls some more.

She is in front of me now.

I feel her hand reach down.

My balls are so sensitive.

What's coming next?

Even when I obey her perfectly,

she may torture me.

If my obedience could protect me

that would give *me* power

and she will not allow that.

There is no fair or unfair

there is only what pleases her in the moment.

She starts to squeeze.

Harder. Harder.

I will be strong.

So hard that I gasp.

I try to move a little but my foot gives way

and my weight falls on my collar.

For a moment I cannot breathe.

"What are these?", she asks.

I try to answer but only a gurgle escapes.

She releases her grip

and I steady myself.

"Answer me!".

She smacks my balls with the back of her hand.

I almost fall again.

What does she want me to say?

"Balls?", I reply.

"Are they?", she snaps, sounding angry now,

"Five minutes ago, I'm sure they felt full

but when it mattered,

there was nothing in there.

You could have owned me tonight

and a thousand nights after,

like you said you wanted

but you failed."

"There is nothing sweeter than to own somebody

who wants to own you", her tone had softened.

"When you know that everything you do to them,

they desperately want to do to you.

You said you wanted to own me.

I believed you

but you were not ready.

I taught you everything I know.

And finally,

I put myself in your hands, powerless,

all you had to do was close your fingers

but now I see that you will never be ready."

"But...", I started.

She stops me with the lightest of kisses.

"Shhhh", her voice a whisper now,

"You know you must not speak

unless I command it.

It's OK.

There is no shame.

Only a few have come this close.

But they did not have what I needed.

I hoped you were different

but I understand it.

When I find my owner,

I hope I can be so strong."

She is behind me now.

She presses something cold into my hand.

The keys?

"I am still your owner

and you have failed me

there is only one punishment left."

I hear the door close.

Silence.

---

A few days later I receive an email with a link.

From a no-reply address.

It's a movie file.

I recognize the room.

She was recording it?

I can see now

that she was staring at the camera.

I must have watched that movie every night for a year.

Then another link arrived.

Not the same room of course

but the same story.

Every year or two I would receive another.

The image quality improves

and somehow, she is more beautiful

and inventive each time

but little else changes.

It was little comfort to see

these others fail just as I had.

Until last week.

Yet another video of an ordinary looking guy.

Except this one does

what none of us could do.

He listens to her to baiting him.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

But then, he nails her.

Her whole body stiffens.

She wriggles and thrashes

but he brings his weight to bear.

She is off the stool now and on the floor

and he is on top of her.

One hand reaches underneath her,

squeezing and twisting a nipple.

The other arm goes under her neck,

catching it in the crook of his elbow,

pulling her head back and up,

turning her screams into hoarse grunts.

He lasts about twenty seconds

before pumping months of pent up agony and frustration into her,

in four or five deep strokes.

His groans drown out hers.

We all earned this

but only he took it.

He slumps on top of her for a few seconds

then he gets up

and pulls her up to her knees.

He grabs her by the hair

and pushes his still-hard cock through the ring gag.

"Clean it."

She does not react.

He brushes her hair from her face.

She meets his gaze.

"There is no need to provoke me.

Tonight will be brutal

with or without your obedience

but as a mark of respect to your owner."

Her head starts to bob up and down,

turning from side to side

as she works her tongue

all over that cock.

All the time, her eyes are fixed on his.

When she is finished,

she pulls her head back.

His cock is soft now.

She turns towards the camera

and stares at it,

at me.

Slowly, she nestles into his crotch,

closing her eyes with a sigh.

---

The videos of what he does to her

come every night now.

My punishment is endless.