Formal complaint to the head of medicine

Dear Sir,

I must lodge a complaint

in the strongest terms

about the behaviour of my colleague, Dr X.

On Saturday,

Dr X requested my presence in room 405

of the Alpha Medical Inn in Azabu Juban, Tokyo.

She was treating a patient,

Ms Y,

who confessed to having violent fantasies

and had been restrained.

My assistance was urgently required

so I went there with all haste.

As you know, I have been researching a radical new treatment

for violent patients,

involving the application of [Wartenberg pin-wheels](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wartenberg_wheel)

to sensitive parts of the body.

Dr X had already applied a wheel to Ms Y's nipples

but was seeing very little progress.

In stubborn cases such as these

I have found that simultaneously

stimulating the upper body

and the lower body

(using an even sharper pin wheel),

can result in a break-through.

With Ms Y's legs securely spread wide,

we proceeded to work together.

Ms Y struggled and protested

as is typical for an unstable patient.

I could tell we were on the edge of a break-through.

I suggested we remove her panties

but Dr X said it would be "indecent".

As the senior doctor,

I overruled her.

I released Ms Y's legs from the stirrups

and proceeded to pull down her panties.

I must have been distracted by Dr X's continued protests

because Ms Y managed to kick me in the chest

and I stumbled to the ground.

Before I could get back up,

she was somehow free of her restraints

and upon me.

Not only did Dr X not come to my assistance,

she joined in the attack!

The combination of surprise, violence

and Dr X's vice-like grip on my manhood

meant that I was quickly immobilised.

They immediately set about stripping me naked,

at which point they began mocking me

and laughing hysterically.

I enjoy a joke as much as the next person

but this was a step too far.

I have been informed many times,

most recently by my mother,

that my genitals are no laughing matter.

They then fastened me, spreadeagled to a bed

and proceeded to torture

the most sensitive parts of my body.

Medical instruments were used in highly inappropriate ways.

Ms Y threatened at various points

to remove my ears, nipples and teeth

and I am grateful to Dr X

for persuading her not to.

Ms Y then proceeded to shave my thigh

and sterilise it with alcohol

at which point she punctured my skin with 10 (ten!) needles.

Professionally speaking it was excellent work.

I would have told her so

but every time I tried to speak

she slapped me in the face.

At this point,

Dr X removed her own panties

and mounted my face.

She demanded that I "eat" her "pussy".

I refused.

She repeatedly struck my testicles with a riding crop.

Seeing no other option,

I began to perform enthusiastic cunnilingus on Dr X

(I believe that if a job is worth doing,

it's worth doing well).

Much to my dismay,

despite my skilful tongue bringing her visible and audible pleasure,

she continued to strike my testicles.

I enjoy non-consensual sexual activity

as much as the next person

but this was a step too far.

I have been informed many times,

most recently by my mother,

that my skills at cunnilingus

are well above average.

Having complied with her demands,

it was extremely poor form of Dr X

to continue to strike my testicles

with a riding crop.

What followed was approximately one hour

of utterly unprofessional behaviour from Dr X,

assisted by Ms Y.

I will not describe it in detail,

suffice to say that

I will be unable to attend your lectures

on Cognitive Behavioural Therapy

for the foreseeable future.

I am utterly shocked by Dr X's behaviour today.

I have been nothing but kind and supportive of her.

Every day, I complement her

on her clothing, her physique and her odour.

Until now, her work has been excellent

and I often express my approval

through kind words

or an encouraging pat on the buttocks.

This is how she repays me?

Now I believe her to be mentally unstable,

unfit for her duties

and I can no longer work alongside her.

At first I feared we would have to terminate her employment.

This would be most unfortunate

as she has an excellent medical mind and body.

Out of kindness,

I wracked my brains for another solution

and thankfully,

I believe I have found one.

It is my expert opinion

that Dr X can be rehabilitated

and I would be willing to overlook this entire incident

if you were to require Dr X to undergo

daily private therapy sessions

under my exclusive supervision.

I have already begun intensive therapy on Ms Y,

who was captured soon after the incident described above.

She has had a remarkable change of attitude,

although there is much more work to be done.

I feel quite certain

that Dr X would benefit greatly

from several of my cutting-edge techniques

and could return to work

in just a matter of months.

Yours faithfully,

Prof Naruho Dofu M.D. B.Sc. B.Dsm.

P.S. Mother sends her regards.

 

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."

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.

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.

 

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."

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."

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.

----

"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.

Sub Story: Teasing

'You've been a good boy.

You may have a reward.

Lie on the bed with with me.

Make me come',

you say,

untying my bonds.

We lie together,

this is a treat.

Maybe even an opportunity.

A chance to prove myself.

A chance to be more than just a toy,

more than just a thing to you.

Lying beside you,

I lean in and kiss your neck.

I work my way down,

kiss by kiss to your soft nipple,

sucking and licking.

You moan,

just a little.

I brush my fingers against your thigh.

Your legs open slightly,

inviting my hand but no,

not yet.

My hand moves slowly up your body to your other breast.

I work that nipple,

slowly,

softly.

All the while my tongue is circling and crisscrossing the other.

Both are hard now,

standing tall.

My touches bring soft murmurs of pleasure from you.

I start to move down your body,

planting kisses as I go.

My tongue traces the line

from your hip bone to your inner thigh.

You spread your legs,

opening yourself up

but I have other plans.

Down your thigh I go,

kissing and sucking.

Slowly,

I work my way back up,

all the way to your breasts.

Now I am lying over you,

your legs spread.

My cock throbs inches away from you as my lips reach your neck.

What would it feel like to be inside you,

flesh wrapped in flesh?

To feel the heat as you surround me,

squeeze me,

yield to me.

It would be so easy to slip inside you right now.

It takes all of my will not to do so.

I'm sure my cock would please you

but if I enter uninvited I fear what you will do.

I must be careful,

take my time

and make you desperate to have me inside you.

I move back down

and start eating your pussy.

It feels so good to hear you moan and sob like that.

Maybe you are beginning to understand

that I am more than just a slave.

That pleasure given willingly

can be just as good

as pleasure taken by force.

I know you are getting close now.

Slowly I move back up your body,

kissing your belly and your breasts,

giving you time to cool down a little before moving back down.

Next time I bring you closer still.

Returning to your neck and breasts,

I ache to push inside.

You are lost in pleasure.

Do you even know I'm here?

Is this my chance?

To bury my cock deep within you

and watch you shake and shudder,

desperate for more.

No.

More likely I would spend my last few days

hanging by my balls in your dungeons.

A fuck-puppet for every filthy deviant who passes.

Once more I go down

and soon you are right at the edge,

groaning and squirming like you are on fire.

As I start up your body again,

you lift your head.

'Are you teasing me?',

you whisper with a smile.

I smile back.

Now do you understand what I have to offer?

I lower my head to start again

but you sit upright,

grabbing my hair

and pulling my head back to face you.

'To tease someone,

you must have something that they want,

something that they cannot just take.

Do you have something that I cannot take?',

you ask,

an edge to your voice now.

I lower my eyes.

'No Mistress.

I'm sorry Mistress,

I just...'.

'Did you fancy yourself as one of my lovers?

A real man?

That's it isn't it!

You hoped I would forget myself

and let you fuck me.

You thought you could seduce me!',

you laugh.

I say nothing,

there is no need,

my crimson face confirms it.

'I'll be fucked by every servant in the palace

before I let your slave cock inside me!

But I must admit,

I was enjoying that,

you have some skill',

you say with a sly smile,

'Kneel.

Head down,

ass up'.

I do as I'm told.

You tie something to my balls,

running it over a hook in the bed's canopy

and hanging a weight on the other end.

A sharp pain hits as my sack is stretched towards the ceiling.

I bury my face in the bed-sheets to muffle my cry.

The pain settles to a dull ache.

It's bearable - for now - but moving will hurt.

'Now,

"tease" me again.

Slower this time.

Be careful.

You may bring me to the edge

but you must not make me come.

I will take that when I want it'.