Writer's Block Extreme Edition
I was in trouble. This time, there was
no doubt about it. I was in serious trouble. As a Mistress and Dominatrix, you
expect to get in trouble from time to time, rival doms and dommes, plotting
slaves, random kidnappers, and yes, every so often they would get the upper
hand on me, and I'd find myself naked and in chains. Heck on a few occasions, I
even let them tie me up. But not this time and certainly not like this..
From the moment I woke up to realize I was
completely suspended in the air, and that I wasn't just gagged or blindfolded,
but tightly hooded, I knew I was in serious trouble. My hands were encased in
mittens - so I could not manipulate anything - worse trouble. And then....
It only took a few moments for me to determine
my limbs were completely cuffed and suspended in chains. It took me a few more
moments to realize what other body parts of mine were- the more..sensitive
parts. As I jerked in the air, I felt the pain from my nipples as the tug of
the clip chains pulled against my erect and now stretched tips. Not good....
then I realized that heavy metal piece puckering in my ass - it was what was
partially keeping me suspended in the air - an ass hook - wonderful. And then
the clincher - as my body tried to shift in my puppet chains - I felt
immediately a more immediate shock below my waist - and the sudden jolt in pain
between my legs made me freeze - my clit...yes my precious pearl...had been
clamped and an anchor chain tautly attached from it to the floor - my slightest
movement pulled on my orb like an angry lover - ok - whoever captured me had
won - I wasn't moving an inch if I didn't have to.
I shuddered immediately as I visualized how I
must look - I certainly knew how I felt - suspended in the air, my legs folded
at the knees and yoked by a metal bar, my arms matching the same. Disregarding
the various evil clips attaching to my sensitives, my breathing was restricted
by the hood and the clamp around my neck forming the yoke - the pair of yokes
itself ensured neither my arms or legs had any leverage to move - and any
attempts my poor nipples and clit would immediately be penalized - oh and did
we forget about the metal hook puckering my ass? I certainly didn't. Whoever
took me down had done their homework - my toned, muscled - 3 hours plus in the
gym a day body - wasn't going anywhere - not like I was strong enough to break
chains - that only happened in the comics - but these cuffs and chains
basically wrote "Guaranteed to keep this domme helpless" across my
body.
I don't know how long I was suspended in there -
but no one came to gloat or mock me - or try to offer I surrender or submit. I
stopped pondering this when I suddenly heard a familiar hum and the more
immediate impact of something penetrating into my expose slit from below.
This devious device began to pump upwards into
me, impaling me again and again with its shaft. Needless to say I seldom if
ever had something that big inside me and its relentlessness...I realized why
no one had visited me yet- whoever captured me was making sure I was tamed and
docile first. Before this device was on, I had managed to keep myself perfectly
still, an almost zen pose in the air - once this device penetrated and starting
pumping me, that went out the window as my body started to jerk, twist and
spasm to this infernal spear. It was only a matter of time before my first
forced orgasm. It wasn't a question of when, but how many - and oh, did I
mention that I tend to squirt when I cum? Needlessly to say, I was turning into
an obscene fountain for as quickly as my body recovered from one orgasm, the
net was triggered.
My mind had never ever experienced something
like this, and slowly, steadily, this machine was making me its bitch - My own
body was taming me. I could feel the drool from my mouth already seeping
through my hood and into my chest. Apparently one or two spotlights shone on my
body so I was already drenched in sweat.
Each orgasm that this machine ripped from me
striped just one more layer of my will power and my mind - like waves across
sand, I felt my mind slowly being overwhelmed and erased to be replaced by this
complete surrender and submission - and worse, the imagery was beginning to
seduce me - "Mistress Rachel - Broken and tamed" ...Would I resist
this end ..did I want to?
To be Continued?
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