Liberating Restraint Part 3  

five_speed 41M
3250 posts
10/21/2005 12:33 am

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Liberating Restraint Part 3

Liberating Restraint Part 1
Liberating Restraint Part 2

She walked to the bed and sat down. He left the Room. Once he was gone, she let her fingers roam over her skin. She couldn’t help herself. She was already worked up so badly. Her clit pulsed in time with her heart. She just needed to touch it, just for a second, to avoid going crazy. Her fingers slipped between her legs and spread her outer lips. She brushed her clit with one finger and bit her tongue to keep from moaning. Her nub was so hot, so hard. Touching it felt so good that it almost hurt…

The door from the house opened, and she quickly removed her hand before her master cleared the doorway. As he approached the bedside, she saw what he had gone to retrieve: a bucket of ice. Goosebumps pricked up on her arms again at the mere thought of the chilly wetness against her neck and nipples.

He placed the bucket on the floor.

“Your code words tonight are ‘yellow rose’ and ‘red rose.’ Say yellow if you want me to take something slower. Say red if you want me to stop. If you say ‘stop,’ I will not stop. If you say ‘no,’ I will not hear it. Only the code words can make me stop. Do you understand, Slave?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“Very well. Stand and give me your hands.”

(More torture awaits those brave or depraved enough to enter herein.)

About Me

(Juan S)
2642 posts
10/21/2005 10:18 am

I am Brave and depraved so bring HER on...I mean...go forth with the story...yeah, that's what I meant...

five_speed 41M

10/21/2005 1:08 pm

I am really getting pissed off. I posted the rest of this story as the first comment at MIDNIGHT, and I can see the rest of it, but apparently no one else can yet. There are no polite or civilized words to express how completely and totally disgusted I am with site. I am signing off now before I have a screaming cussing hissy fit. There is no sense in this. AAAAARRRGH!

five_speed 41M

10/21/2005 1:35 pm

Here it is again. Stupid ass hats are totally pissing me off.

She did as she was told. He took her hands in his, bent his face to them, and sniffed her fingers. Mortified, she stood still as a stone. He had never checked her like that before. He straightened and shook his head.

“We’re not getting off to a very good start tonight, Slave. Barely ten minutes into the session, and you’ve already earned a punishment. It’s going to be a long night for you.”

He opened the top drawer, the only drawer she hated. From its depths he produced the tools of her punishment. The nipple clamps came first. Each was sheathed in rubber to prevent the clips from cutting her, but the springs were fierce, strong enough to flatten her nipples into paper-thin disks. Each was connected to a vibrating egg. She bit her lip against the cry that welled up in her throat as he let first one, and then the second, bite slowly into her tender flesh.

The pussy vibe came next. It was nearly seven inches long, curved just right to hit her G-spot, and thick enough to stretch her tight. It had a separate flange that reached up and rested firmly against her clit once the vibe was fully inserted. He took his time with the insertion, making sure she was wet enough and aroused enough to take its full length and girth. She was. Once he was satisfied with its placement, he wrapped the leather and elastic straps over her hips and around her waist, securing the toy in her body.

The anal vibe came last. As he smeared lube over its smooth surface, he said,

“You know what to do.”

She turned towards the bed and bent over until her upper torso was parallel with the floor. The nipple clamps dangled painfully from her tits. Reaching back with both hands, she spread her cheeks and waited for the penetration.

He took his time with it as well, more to torture her than to be cautious. He knew her ass could take the plug easily enough, but he teased her for minutes, because he knew the position was hard for her to maintain at length, because he knew she loved to feel the smooth tip slipping into her and spreading her open. Finally it was inserted and seated deeply within her ass.

“Lay on the bed, on your back, Slave.”

She lowered herself carefully onto the black satin sheets. He produced chromed padlocks and looped them through the rings on her ankle and wrist restraints. He finished the preparation by locking her restraints to the iron rods that ran the width of the bed frame both at the foot and head. He lit candles and placed them on the floor around the bed so she would have enough light to see. She laid spread eagle, looking at her naked, trembling body in the mirrored ceiling.

Once he was sure she was situated to his liking, he turned his back to her and returned to his chair. He flopped into its deep embrace and punched a button on the TV remote control. Her respectable picture was replaced by a rerun of “All in the Family.” Every time the laugh track played on the show, and sometimes during the commercial breaks, he would use a different remote to activate the vibrators on her nipples, or in her pussy, or in her ass, or sometimes two out of three, or all of them at once. Sometimes he would activate them in sequence, one after the other. Sometimes they barely hummed hard enough for her to feel it, while other times they vibrated so hard her entire body shook, but none of them ever buzzed long enough or hard enough to satisfy her ‒ only long enough to keep her perpetually, excruciatingly aroused.

She lay on the bed, writhing and straining against the restraints, jerking every time the vibes came to life in her body. She told herself it would only last a half hour, that her punishment would be over when the show was over. She let the tears and cries escape when another episode came on right after the first one ended, and her master did not rise from his chair. Ignoring her, he turned up the volume on the TV so he could hear Archie Bunker over top of the Slave’s whimpers and sobs.

She watched her stomach clench and heave as the vibe in her pussy strummed against her G-spot and clit. She watched the tears run down her cheeks, tears born from frustration, from her aching nipples, and from the hurt of being ignored by her Master, the center of her universe. He had not lied. It was going to be a very long night indeed.

bulging_boy 49M

10/21/2005 6:31 pm

Just goes to show I couldn't be a master. I'd have jumped her when she got in the house.

Hey, hey, hey! That doesn't mean I'd make a good slave either! So get that glint out of your eye boyo

konkali 40F

10/21/2005 9:54 pm

true enough.. why is it so quiet in blogland?
are we awaiting in joyous anticipation or in supreme sympathy?

DefiniteTrouble 50F

10/22/2005 6:15 am

You know, I try to read this objectively. I try to offer constructive criticism. Do you know how hard that is to do when I have to keep getting up to get water and change my panties?

five_speed 41M

10/22/2005 11:51 am

Sizzle, thanks for dropping me a note and tipping me off to the problem. I hope you liked the rest.

Jez, I didn't tease you on purpose.... this time. As for it being dark, I guess it is less passionate and more structured. It will lighten up some in the next installment. He's not done with her yet!

Bulging, it takes a lot of discipline and restraint to be the "master." Sometimes. And other times it takes none at all, because sometimes it's all about using the slave to do whatever gets your rocks off the best.

konkali, I have no idea, but I am sure the convention has something to do with it.

DT, I don't know what to tell you, darlin. I guess you'll just have to find some way to manage. Either that, or start wearing Depends.

Ana_6973 43F

10/22/2005 3:04 pm

Hmm, I think if this turns out as well as it seems to be, I know a real fetish mag that you should submit this to. And I even know the owner/editor on a first name basis.

Love it so far.

DT----you should just stop wearing panties and get a larger glass.



~~"I can scream as loud as your last one, but I can't claim innocence."~~

five_speed 41M

10/23/2005 11:33 am

Ana, thanks for the tip. Let's see how it turns out, and if you think it has a chance when I'm done with it, I'll ask you more about it. I am glad you like it!

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