Gender: Female Age: 53 Location: A green and pleasant land
|Introduction: A Cautionary Tale|
I submit this as the entry for Mr Fors' competition with the theme of Anonymity. It's more in keeping with my forum persona as 'Mistress' Cija - no romance as in my previous work. I also submit it as a part one - part two to follow when I have the opportunity.
Stealthily he approached the house, bag over his shoulder, dark clothes and soft shoes contributing to his invisibility. He avoided the gravel of the drive, instead walking on the grass around the edge of the herbaceous border. The big Victorian house was dark and empty, and he knew just where he was going to make his entrance. He grinned through his black balaclava as he remembered the information his friend had given him. Bob had been in the area supposedly making a survey on home security, but really scoping places out that were ripe for burglary. The handsome woman in her mid thirties who answered the door wasn’t very forthcoming, but he had found out that she had no alarm and no dog to keep intruders away. He had passed this information on, and left him to do the dirty work, all for a proportion of the proceeds of anything he stole.
From careful observation, he had since found out that she lived alone with occasional visits from various men and was often out for the evening. This was such an evening, and her car was gone from the drive, a couple of lights left on to give the impression that someone was home. He made his way to the kitchen window, the light at the top left slightly ajar, and used that gap to thread in a piece of thin wire to lift the window latch. He was swiftly in, and flashed his torch around to see the interior. It was certainly a very classy place, no expense spared on the glossy black kitchen units or the top range appliances. He had plenty of time to look around, and moved from room to room swiftly and efficiently, marking down his targets. The lounge was elegant with pale colours, a large expensive suite and an impressive plasma TV and sound system, the dining room large enough to sit a dozen people easily round the huge table. He paused before going upstairs, finding a door under the stairs which he checked in the hope of perhaps finding a safe or strongbox, but found instead a flight of stairs leading down.
He didn’t know what made him descend the narrow stairs; perhaps it was the faint glow under the door at the bottom, but all the same he soon found himself trying the door handle and being rewarded with a satisfying click as it swung open. What met his eyes made him gasp at first, then laugh out loud. The room was large and had further doors opening off it, very spartan in decor with a concrete floor and plain walls. What drew his eye were the strange contraptions all around – frames and racks, the frames of various sizes and shapes with leather straps and restraints, the racks sporting whips, canes and other gear. He realised that he had found a very well equipped dungeon, a kinky hideaway that explained all the male visitors.
Unbeknownst to him, the house had another occupant, one who rarely left and who was not often seen by anyone outside the house. That person had heard him coming down the cellar stairs and was waiting in a recess behind the door, and he now made his presence known by leaping out and knocking him to the ground, winding him.
He struggled to get his breath back and get back on his feet, but was pinned to the floor. His assailant was a tall muscular man, dressed only in a pair of tight leather trousers, bare chested and dark haired. Before he realised what was happening, his arms were drawn tight behind him, secured by a pair of handcuffs. He fought to get his breath back and kicked out, catching the other man in the thigh, but with his hands secured behind his back it wasn’t easy to get up. He managed to scramble to his feet; the other man launched himself at his midriff, again knocking him to the floor, but crucially on the way down the intruder struck his head, making him dizzy and disorientated. The tall man got hold of his ankles and dragged him across the rough floor toward a frame. Before he could regain his senses, his ankles were secured in a set of stocks, and he was immobilised, panting and dizzy.
“What the hell is this place – let me go, you can be prosecuted for attacking me, you know” he blustered, but the other man was grinning now, standing in front of him, hands on his hips.
“You really picked the wrong house, you know” he said “If you think you’re going to get away with this, you couldn’t be more wrong”
“I know my rights – let me go and I won’t tell anyone you attacked me. I’ll leave empty handed if that’s what you want.” The other man shook his head
“Not up to me, I’m afraid – I’m going to have to consult with the lady of the house. She won’t be pleased, I can tell you” He went over to the door where a phone was mounted on the wall. The intruder gawped – in the stark light of the cellar he could see that the other man’s back was ridged with faint scars crisscrossing his pale skin. He noticed that he wore a studded leather collar and wristbands, and was barefoot on the cold concrete floor. He had picked up the handset and was dialling. He turned back to face him as he waited for an answer.
“Hello Mistress, I’m sorry to interrupt...” he paused as the recipient answered “Yes, of course it’s important. We have an intruder” again a pause “No, it’s all under control. He came down into the dungeon; I managed to restrain him................ No, he won’t be going anywhere in a hurry. What do you want me to do with him?”A longer pause now “Very well, he’ll be waiting for you when you get back” He put the receiver back and came closer, squatting in front of the intruder, narrowing his eyes. “Do you understand what his place is?” he asked.
“It’s some sort of kinky setup – what are you, a gimp?” The other one laughed
“I most certainly am not; you obviously know nothing, so I’ll tell you. You have stumbled on a place few who aren’t willing ever see. Mistress Cija is the owner of this house, and she’s well respected in our circle.”
“Miss Whiplash, is she? Do you get your kicks being beaten and abused?” the intruder spat out. The other man’s face darkened and he scowled
“You’re in a vulnerable position you know” he growled “Mistress can be good to those she favours; I don’t get pleasure from pain, and neither does she, but she’s capable of inflicting it very effectively” He turned and showed him the scars on his back. “These aren’t her work you know; I had a Master before her, and I left him because he was too strict. She’s an artist, never leaves a permanent mark. I imagine she will be pretty harsh with you, but if she lets you go there won’t be anything to show you were here.” The intruder was getting uncomfortable now, in more ways than one, his head sore and his shoulders starting to ache from his restraint. The stocks weren’t tight but there was no way he could get his legs free.
“Yes well, I’m sure we could come to some sort of arrangement; does she pay you? I’ll double anything she gives you if you let me go” The dark haired man shook his head
“It’s not about money; you don’t have a clue. If I let you go she’d punish me, whether it was on purpose or by accident.”
“Yeah well, I’m pretty good with women, I’ll have her eating out of the palm of my hand when she gets here” he bluffed back, feeling a little panicked now. He was answered with a snort of derision
“I can assure you Mistress is not easily swayed. If there’s any eating out of palms, it will be the other way around, I can tell you now, so don’t waste your breath. She’s on her way now, you won’t have long to wait.” He got up and walked to one of the racks on the wall, taking down an unfamiliar object. The intruder craned his neck to see what it was, feeling fear start to grip him.
“What are you doing?” he asked, voice faltering a little.
“Exactly what I was before you so rudely interrupted” replied the other man “Making sure everything is in its place and in good order” He continued to busy himself, but the intruder wasn’t quiet for long
“Look here, I didn’t take anything, can’t you put in a good word for me?” he pleaded, but the other man sighed
“It’s no use you know, it’s all up to Mistress.” He stopped and looked around at him. “If everything isn’t right when she gets back, I’m in trouble, and you’re distracting me” he walked over to him, something held behind his back. The intruder struggled as he got closer, but he really couldn’t do much and it made his head throb to move.
“What the hell - keep away from me you..........” he protested, but the other man knelt by his head and swiftly stuffed something into his mouth; a rubber ball with a strap attached that he quickly fastened behind his aching head. He felt dizzy with panic, the breath coming fast through his nostrils with a half whimper escaping him.
“Just stay calm and quiet and you’ll be fine” the other man said, standing and moving away again “Oh, in case you didn’t know, that’s a ballgag, very handy for keeping Mistress’s pets quiet. I quite like it myself” The intruder slumped onto the floor, his hands cramped under him, the cuffs chafing him and pressing into his spine. He shifted in an effort to get comfortable, but for his hands to be freer he had to twist his legs and it was impossible to sit up, so he had to keep moving about. After a while, the other man quietly came up and dragged a nearby frame closer for him to lean against. He grunted his thanks, grateful for the relief whilst still apprehensive as to what was to happen when the woman got back.
He didn’t have to wait very long before the phone made a couple of buzzes, and his captor scurried to the area in front of the door and knelt there, head bowed, hands on his thighs. After a few moments the door opened and the woman entered. She wore a long dark coat and high heels, her hair short and neat, a striking black tinted with red. Her eyes only briefly flashed across the form of the trussed up intruder.
“Good work, pet, it’s very tidy” she crooned to the kneeling man. “And well done on your quick thinking – what happened?”
“I heard him coming down the stairs, Mistress” he replied, head still bowed “I hid behind the door and managed to overpower him” She smiled, but then turned her gaze toward the intruder, swiftly becoming sterner. She took her coat off and let it drop – ‘pet’ picked it up and folded it neatly, holding it to him, still kneeling. She walked toward the immobilised burglar, heels clicking on the floor and stood in front of him. He looked up at her helplessly, taking in the long shapely legs, following up to the elegant black cocktail dress, her figure neat and toned, speaking of some physical strength. Her eyes bored into his as she scrutinised him closely.
“So I see you came in through the kitchen window – I thank you for not doing any damage” she said icily. “But I assure you that is the only point in your favour.” He struggled and tried to speak up through the gag. She stepped up to him and rested a foot on his belly, heel positioned on his groin, pressing lightly. “Be silent, worm.” She hissed “No one speaks to me without permission, with or without a gag” He cowered, slumping back against the frame behind him, at which she frowned. “So, this frame is out of place pet, but under the circumstances I’ll let it go” She took her foot off him and instead came down to his level, holding eye contact and glaring.
“What brought you here, worm? Hoping to find something to steal?” he was silent, and she sighed, exasperated. “You can nod or shake your head.” she said with heavy sarcasm. He nodded, trying to quieten his breath. She put her finger on his chin and lifted it up to her gaze “You got in when the house looked empty, and you didn’t break anything – I suppose this isn’t your first time?” He shook his head “You’re alone, aren’t you” she asked, and he gulped. Perhaps if she thought there was someone else she would be more cautious; he didn’t move his head. Swiftly her hand went to his groin and grabbed his testicles; he tried to shrink away, waiting for pain but it didn’t come. Nonetheless sweat started to trickle down his forehead as she brought her mouth close to his ear
“I asked you a question, worm – answer, or you will regret it.” Her fingers started to squeeze and he yelped into the gag; quickly he nodded his answer. She stood over him and he looked up at her in fear, desperately wanting to know what she was going to do with him. He couldn’t help noticing her shapely legs going up.........he grunted as the point of her shoe jabbed into his side.
“Don’t gawp at me, worm” she snapped. “I demand respect; look at my pet, how he kneels and keeps his eyes averted. You would be well advised to follow his example.” He dropped his head reluctantly, feeling her jab him again “And don’t think he’s any the less of a man for doing it; he overpowered you easily, I note” The intruder heard her heels clicking on the floor as she walked away from him “Look at him, see how strong he is – see those muscles” He looked over at the kneeling figure, seeing her run her hand over his back. “And the scars here? He bore those without a word; I saw it myself. He’s more of a man than you are, whimpering at a little prod” She ran her hand though the man’s hair and he gave a small moan of happiness; she bent down and kissed the top of his head. She knelt in front of him, speaking softly
“I’m very pleased with you pet, you deserve a reward” At this she kissed him full on the mouth, hand on the back of his head. The intruder heard him moan in bliss, leaning in to her, still holding her coat. She drew away from him, a smile playing round her lips “So what do you think we should do with this miscreant, my dear?” she asked. He swayed a little, and looked down again.
“That’s for Mistress to decide” he said softly “But if I had to decide, I’d make him sorry for his misdeeds” Quickly the intruder looked down as she turned her gaze back to him.
“I wonder just how many crimes this worm has committed” she mused, getting up and going to a table nearby. She picked up a bottle of water and walked over to him “I’m going to unfasten the gag, and take your balaclava off” she said “I’m sure you understand the futility of shouting for help—you won’t be heard.” She came over and he panted with relief as she removed the gag. He had been drooling into it and had a nasty taste in his mouth. She removed the mask too, holding the bottle to his lips for him to drink.
“You don’t look like the normal type to go around robbing” she frowned as he gratefully gulped the cool water. “So tell me, how long have you been resorting to crime?” She took the bottle away and pulled him forward, checking his wrists – he groaned at the change in position.
“What’s it to you?” He snapped, forgetting his perilous position. This time she took his ear and twisted it painfully, letting him back against the frame none too gently.
“You really are a slow study, aren’t you, worm? Answer me promptly and call me Mistress” he gasped at the sharp pain
“Arrgh – ok, ok – Mistress, I get it. I’ve been breaking and entering since I was 15.” She kept hold of his ear, pulling a little “I’m 24, so nine years. Just let me go and I won’t say anything, I swear” She snorted.
“I’ve no intention of letting you go, worm, at least not yet. It seems to me that you need a little discipline, some motivation to get you out of your bad ways. Tell me now, do you work alone; I imagine you have someone to point out likely properties and help you dispose of your plunder?”Although the intruder realised he was in a tight spot, he still had faith that he’d get out of this place just by talking.
“Look, Mistress, I didn’t take anything and there’s no harm done. I’ll be missed, so you’d better let me go or they’ll come looking for me.” She looked at him closely and frowned
“I think you’re bluffing, and if you have friends who will come looking, I also have friends who will put them off the trail. I think perhaps that I am in the perfect position to find out whether you’re telling the truth. Pet, I think we need to make our visitor more comfortable. He looks tired – you know what to bring” The other man rose, first laying her coat on neatly on a table by the door and went to a cabinet, getting something out and coming back to Mistress, who accepted a cloth and a bottle of clear liquid.
“You have to be kidding me - chloroform?” he gasped.
“Not quite correct, but close enough” the woman replied as she opened the bottle. “Chloroform itself has some risks, but this is quite safe. Just relax and let go, I don’t want you to hurt yourself”
Swiftly pet came to his side and held him firmly while the Mistress poured some of the liquid into the cloth. She clamped it firmly over his mouth and nose – he held his breath and struggled wildly but it was no use. Eventually he had to release his breath and then take a deep one into his straining lungs. He choked and spluttered on the musty smell, then felt himself slipping away into darkness.
Slowly he became aware of his situation again. He was aware that he was naked and unable to move. He was upright, his arms stretched out to either side slightly above his head and bearing his weight, slumped forward with his legs wide apart. He looked wildly to what kept him from moving – he had leather bands buckled to his wrists and ankles just as the other man had, but they were hitched to chains that held him in a square frame that had the floor as its fourth side. He straightened up, his shoulders already aching, and pulled at his bonds, causing the chains to rattle. He was able to support himself with his legs to ease his shoulders off but it wasn’t entirely comfortable. His head ached and his vision was a little fuzzy, but he became aware of ‘pet’ nearby.
“What the hell are you trying to do?” he growled as the other man stood and approached him with a bottle of water. Pet spoke loudly, turning his head away to address someone out of the intruder’s line of vision.
“He’s come round, Mistress” He lifted the water bottle to the bound man’s lips, his own mouth coming closer to the intruder’s ear, speaking quietly and quickly “It will be easier on you if you cooperate” He accepted the water and drank, but kept some water in his mouth as he saw Mistress approach. It was all he could do to keep his mouth closed as he saw how she was dressed. She wore a tight glossy corset in black and red with a pair of French knickers and suspender belt, stockings encasing her long legs, high heels clicking again on the floor. Pet stood back and bowed his head, taking the bottle with him. Mistress held an instrument in her hand; a long wooden handle with many leather tails hanging from it, and she swung it as she walked toward him.
“Well well, the worm is awake” she said coolly. “I won’t ask if you are comfortable, that’s hardly appropriate. Let me ask you again about any accomplices you have – are you ready to talk now?” He shook his head, firmly keeping his mouth shut and waiting for her to come closer. She did so, and he spat the water he had been holding in his mouth into her face. She started, and her expression changed. She slapped him hard across the face, but turned away from him and addressed pet with fury as he gasped from the sharp pain. “Pet – why didn’t you make sure his mouth was empty?” The other man cringed, bowing lower
“I – I’m sorry Mistress, I didn’t think....” his voice faded away as she bore down on him with intent. He presented his back to her and she swung the flogger hard across his back - once, twice – five times in all. He flinched at each blow but made no sound as his back reddened. Once she had stopped he released his breath, gasping “It won’t happen again Mistress” She took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly and stalked over to the cabinet, taking a towel and drying her face before turning back to her captive.
“You will regret that” she said icily, and pinched his nose hard so he had to breathe in through his mouth, showing that it was empty. “I can see it’s no use asking you questions right now – pet, bring a gag please” Quickly he appeared and fastened it tightly, trembling from the humiliation of failing his Mistress and eager to make amends. The intruder groaned and struggled uselessly in his bonds. Mistress glared at her captor, motioning pet away, who went a little distance away, squatting but watching intently.
“You need to be taught a lesson, worm” she spat “I will teach you to answer when you are asked a question, and show me respect.” She walked around him – he tried to turn his head to follow her, but she stood behind him. Pet’s eyes narrowed as he watched and the intruder felt something, presumably the tails of the flogger, drag up across his back and then lose contact. The next moment he grunted as it connected again, this time with force and speed, not hard, but it was more with surprise that he reacted. He heard it swish through the air and it connected again. It didn’t seem so painful after all and he relaxed a little – only to cry out as the next blow fell much harder, stinging and becoming hot. Again and again she swung the flogger, covering his back until he felt an all over dull burning sensation. She paused, and his breath came hard and steady through the gag, his legs trembling and his shoulders sore.
She moved around in front of him still swinging the leather instrument.
“That was just a warm up, worm – tell me, do you feel warm?” He didn’t answer, and she swung the leather tails between his legs, connecting on his thigh just below his dangling genitals. He yelped with shock and surprise, and nodded – it was hard to answer, he was feeling the cool air around him, but his back was hot and tender. She smiled, and instead trailed the tails up his thigh, gently brushing his genitals, over his belly and up to his left nipple, prodding it with the handle. “So tell me, is it cold or arousal that makes these hard?” He looked down and noted with surprise that indeed his nipples stood out, hard and puckered. “Pet, you know what to bring” she ordered without turning, and she stood close to the suspended victim, her hand softly caressing his balls. His cock jumped a little as he felt the blood rush to it “I can give pleasure as well as pain” she murmured “But you have to earn it” Again without turning she held out her hand as her pet came close, and took a couple of metal clips from him.
He tried to beg her to stop, eyes wide with horror as she attached one to his stiff nipple, crying out and struggling as he felt the sharp pain. She put another on the other nipple, and took a thin chain with a weight attached to it, stringing it between the two clamps, slowly and deliberately. He panted through the gag, trying to steel himself as she stood supporting the weight, his eyes flicking from the weight to her eyes, shaking his head violently.
“Are you ready to answer my questions?” she asked, looking him intently in the eye. He groaned – it was occupational suicide to snitch on your partners and accomplices, and he shook his head – then screamed as she dropped the weight, sharp needles of pain shooting through his nipples. His breath was now ragged and he half grunted with each exhalation, trying to shut out the pain. He felt light headed, seeming to drift away as if he could see himself from some distance away. The sweat started to drip from his body, and he closed his eyes, trying to will the pain way. He became aware of Mistress caressing his balls again, and the twitch of his cock. His mind reeled – how could he be aroused while feeling such pain and discomfort? He heard her laugh softly.
“Yes, very good, you would make a good sub. Are you trying to escape – to block it all out? I can hold you on the edge for as long as I wish. What is pleasure, what is pain?” He felt her stroking his rapidly stiffening cock and groaned at the mixed signals. He was aware of the weight pulling on his nipples, preventing them from becoming numb, and of something cool and wet applied to his manhood, smoothing Mistress’s hand movements. Up and down her hand glided, twisting a little, encircling his hot hard flesh, bringing waves of pleasure that conflicted with the rest of his body; trembling legs, sore shoulders, hot tingling back, the pain in his nipples staring to dull but every now and again sharpening with the swing of the weight. He looked at her, taking in her delicious body – the plunge of her cleavage, breasts pushed high by the corset, her lips full and sensual. She smiled, crooning softly, words he could not quite hear.
He found himself craving Mistress’s soothing touch, thrusting his groin toward her, urging her to go faster, but she kept up a slow steady rhythm. Pet watched with envy and she listened to his breath as it shortened. Precum glistened at the tip of his cock and almost seemed to flow – she took a drop onto her finger and looked him in the eye as she put it to the tip of her tongue, swirling it around and sucking it as she kept up the slow rhythm. He was on the brink of climax, his eyes rolling back in his head, breath quickening – and she stopped. He groaned in frustration as she stepped back, a diabolical grin on her face.
“You haven’t done anything to earn it yet, worm.” Again she motioned to pet, and he noticed that there was something subtle in her hand gesture, as pet seemed to know what she wanted. He brought her a length of rope, which she passed around the intruder’s waist for a couple of turns and through his thighs, running the two ends up under his balls. She smiled at him again and told him not to move. He gasped as she ran the two ends around his balls and shaft, crisscrossing it so his testicles were separated and the rope ran snugly around the base of his shaft whilst he was still erect. His breath was panicked now, as he knew that this would restrict the blood flow and no matter what he wished, he would stay erect until she unfastened the ropes. She crooned as she worked, making a few more passes around his waist and finally fastening it off behind his back. She examined her work, running her fingers between his skin and the rope, which was rough and uncomfortable.
“I’m not a cruel woman, you know” she addressed him “But you have invaded my house and no doubt would have made off with as much as you could if you hadn’t stumbled on my little secret here. I intend to teach you a lesson.” She paused, looking him in the eye “Are you ready to talk, or do I have to persuade you more?” His body screamed at him to give in so that she would let him go, but still a part of his mind knew it would not be in his best interests to tell her about his accomplices. Sweat dripped into his eyes and he blinked, shaking his head again. Her expression changed and darkened, and she turned away to the racks on the wall. He watched in an agony of anticipation as she picked out a leather crop and returned to him.
It was impossible to stay quiet – he half panted, half grunted through the gag as she ran the end of the crop up the inside of his thigh to his testicles. He found himself coming up on his tiptoes to avoid it, but she pressed upward, watching him intently. She took it away and he almost sighed with relief – then gasped as she brought it with a snap onto the tender skin of his inner thigh.
“Were you ever beaten as a child?” she asked, walking around behind him – he slumped in his restraints,
his shoulders starting to burn, shaking his head to her question. “Never smacked or struck when you misbehaved?” Again he shook his head, and he bit into the gag as she brought the crop sharply onto his right buttock, twitching and trying to escape it. He grunted and his breath came hard through his nostrils, almost snorting. A blow to the other buttock followed and again he jerked and this time whimpered.
“Perhaps you should have been disciplined, then maybe you wouldn’t be stealing for a living- I presume you do this for a living?” He nodded, anything to stop her from hitting him again. “What do you think, pet?” she addressed the other man “Ten of the best” Pet gave a slow sly smile, nodding and watching the intruder intently, who shook his head vigorously, trying to plead with her not to do it. But it was of no use “Count for me pet” he heard her say, and the crop again set his behind to burning and stinging with a sharp blow.
“One, Mistress” intoned the kneeling man, and the intruder twisted in the chains. She continued, working across his buttocks and down the backs of his thighs. His nipples were mostly numb now but there was a dull ache, and his erection remained as the rope prevented it from subsiding. Each time Mistress struck him, pet counted the blows and the hapless thief jerked and thrashed in his bonds, his voice becoming hoarse from crying out into the muffling gag. At last the last blow came and he hung from the chains, limp and trembling, sweat dripping from his body and starting to stain the cold concrete floor. Again he seemed to watch from a distance as Mistress walked around in front of him and gestured to pet, another subtlety to the way her hand moved, and this time he came with the water bottle. She unfastened the gag and thankfully he gasped in the air. She held the bottle to his lips and let him drink, the cool water soothing his throat and dry mouth.
“You see why it’s best to stay quiet?” she crooned “Throat sore?” He nodded his answer, clearing his throat.
“More please – Mistress” She smiled and patted his head, holding the bottle to his lips again.
“You see – that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she crooned, stroking his face and running her finger along his jaw. “Now I hope you are ready to talk”
“Just – just please let me down, and I’ll tell you” he pleaded, but she shook her head
“No deal, talk and we’ll see – don’t talk, and I will have to discipline you again.” He half sobbed at his dilemma.
“You don’t understand – if I tell you, I’m out of work. They might even do worse to me than you have - Mistress.” He explained. She raised her eyebrows
“Do you like being a thief?” she asked “Is there nothing else you could do to earn a living?”
“I – I don’t know. I’ve never had a steady job, Mistress” he said hoarsely.
“So what would happen if you stopped altogether; is this your ‘patch’, or have you travelled to get here?” she continued, looking thoughtful.
“Please Mistress – let me go, and I’ll never come back – I’ll tell them there’s nothing here” he pleaded hoarsely. In answer, the crop stroked along his thigh again, and he groaned. “OK, ok; no, I don’t live here; we’re targeting this area and will be moving on next week, Mistress”
“So what would happen if you were to say, disappear?” she mused. His eyes widened in horror
“Th – they know I came here” he started “They’ll come looking, Mistress”
“Are you so important to them?” she asked, crooking an eyebrow “When did you last see them – do they know for sure you came here or was it taken as read? If you had anyone waiting outside they would either have come looking for you or left” The crop stayed between his thighs, tapping gently on his testicles, which were extra sensitive from the bondage, and he twitched, trying to get away from the crop. His heartbeat pounded, echoing in his sore head and he could barely find an inch of his body that didn’t burn, ache, throb, sting or tingle.
“I – I don’t know, Mistress” he faltered “It’s happened before, I think, one of the guys ran out on us. They were – they were pretty angry, but there was no trace of him, he’d done a runner. They’re pretty careful about who knows what – I only have two contacts. One finds places to rob, the other takes anything I steal and I get a cut.” She moved away from him with the crop and he let his breath out with a hiss. She paced the room for a while.
“Please Mistress, how much longer? I won’t take anything; I’ll go back empty handed. They’ll be angry, but it’ll be ok. If I don’t go back, I don’t know what will happen” She whirled back
“No, you won’t be going back” she said. “I have a better idea. How would you like to stay with me and serve me like pet here?” at this, pet scowled, and the intruder laughed feebly
“I’m not kinky – why would I want to do that?”
“Oh, I beg to differ” she said, smiling slyly. “You got pretty aroused despite being in pain – and tell me you don’t find me attractive; I know the signs. Don’t you crave a strong woman to take control of you? You already take orders from others; why not from me, and enjoy it?” Again he snorted in derision.
“You’re perverts, the pair of you. If you let me go I’d be gone so fast you could barely blink.” Mistress sighed.
“Then it seems that you need some more persuading. I told you that I could give pleasure, and that was sadly cut short.” She clicked her fingers to pet, giving another hand gesture and he scurried to do her bidding, this time bringing a blindfold. Mistress fastened it, leaning close first so that he got a glimpse of her cleavage and a whiff of her perfume.
The loss of his sight immediately made every other sensation more obvious, the pain from his whole body merging into one. It faded into the background as he felt her hand on his almost painfully erect penis, followed by the cool lotion that she had used before. He felt pressure on the spot just underneath the head and then her hand began gliding up and down the shaft slowly, adding a little twist every now and again. He couldn’t possibly get any harder as no more blood could reach it, but the sensations were intense and he felt as if he were going to explode. His heartbeat echoed in his head and seemed to make his cock throb in time with it. He had a sudden flashback to pet saying how he liked the gag, and understood why – he needed to sink his teeth into the yielding rubber, grip it fiercely and growl.
He grunted as he felt the speed pick up, the pressure somehow perfect for his need. The restriction of the rope conflicted him – he badly needed to cum, to ease the pressure, but at the same time it was difficult. He could feel the boiling sensation in his balls and was sure he could feel the progress of his own hot fluids making its way agonisingly slowly up the swollen shaft. His whole body tensed with the effort, his head throbbing, and he had to relax just a little to relieve the pressure. He let the sensation take over, the soft hand continuing to encircle and pump his shaft, up and down, twisting, changing speed and rhythm. Again he felt it building, this time arching his back, tensing, pulling at the chains that held his arms up until at last he felt himself erupt, crying out with the intensity of the orgasm, his semen burning hot. Her hand slowed and her grip became softer as he felt spurt after hot spurt erupt, until she let go altogether.
Through the haze of satisfaction and relief he was aware of Mistress asking pet to clean up, and felt someone wiping his chest and thighs with a cool cloth. Breathing hard, he felt dizzy and elated; the orgasm had been intense and so was the afterglow, but slowly all the aches and pains of his body came into focus again and he felt hands at his head; Mistress unfastened the blindfold and took it off.
“The blindfold heightens your senses, doesn’t it? She asked and he nodded dumbly, shifting to try and ease the pressure on his shoulders. Pet brought water and he gratefully drank. Mistress watched intently and her hands wandered down to his chest “I’m sorry” she said softly
“S - sorry for what?”He croaked; then he discovered why she was apologising as she removed the nipple clamps. Far from providing relief, instead as the blood rushed back he felt intense burning pain; he cried out and didn’t notice her gesture or pet’s reaction until he was aware of her pressing ice cubes against them, slowly soothing them to numbness.
“Pain is only a sensation, just as touch or pressure are” she crooned “Normally it’s a signal that something is wrong, but I know what I’m doing. You won’t suffer any permanent damage, just a little stiffness and soreness, it will pass. It all contributes to the experience, makes it so much more intense” She reached down to his waist and started to unravel the rope. He groaned with relief, but was amazed to see that he remained hard despite the circulation returning.
“Just please let me go, I won’t tell anyone anything, just let me down and I’ll go” he pleaded, but Mistress shook her head.
“I’m not finished with you yet; you can’t go while your friends are looking for you” she frowned “You’d better get used to the idea that you won’t be leaving for a while” Her words filled him with panic, and he gritted his teeth as his throat grew tight. She smiled to see him realise that she was in control and nothing he could say would sway her. He hung there, waiting to discover Mistress’s next move............
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