by UrsaMagnus, 1998
Master enters. you, surprised, stand up and assume the Attention
position - head and eyes downcast, chest forward, back arched
slightly, hands behind your back, and knees at shoulder width.
He is not pleased.
"So. you can spend hours a night to chat about pantyhose and
flowers on IRC. you can find time to chat with OTHER Doms. But you
can only send me a one-line reply to any message I send you. And
sometimes you don't even bother with THAT!"
you suddenly realize that you are in big trouble. you can't help
but peek up at His face - He notices. "That will cost you," He
says. you cast your eyes down again.
He commands, "Strip down. No underwear or hose. Hurry!"
Downcast, you begin to comply, and He leaves the room for a moment. He
returns just as you are slipping your panties off. you turn your
eyes slightly up and notice that He is carrying a new bundle of
rope and a reel of wire; it's 20 gauge electric wire, about 1
millimeter thick, not as fine as piano wire. He is not carrying any
batteries or clips, though. He ties a one-inch loop in the end of
the rope. you pull your eyes down and assume the Attention position
again.
"Turn around." You do so. "Place the backs of your hands
together, keep them behind your back." you comply; with the backs of
your hands together, your thumbs stick up and your elbows point
outwards.
He slips the loop over your thumbs and runs the rope between your
hands. He then makes several turns, very loosely, around your
wrists. "Hell, I can get out of that easily," you think.
He then runs the rope between your arms and loops it a few times
between your hands, cinching the rope around the wrist loops to
tighten them. Escape now looks a bit more difficult. He ties off
your wrists, and runs the rope under your left armpit, over your
left shoulder, behind the nape of your neck, back over your right
shoulder, under your right armpit, and back to your wrists. He ties
the rope around the loops binding your wrists, cinching them even
tighter. Finally, He runs the end of the rope from your wrists
up to the rope crossing the nape of your neck, pulls your wrists as
high as they will go, and ties the wrist rope to the one at your
neck.
Now that your wrists are bent, the loops around them have become
tight indeed. The position of your hands makes your elbows point
straight out to the sides. The loop of rope around your thumbs
holds your hands facing outwards and your thumbs immobile - even if
there were knots within easy reach (there are not), you couldn't
untie them.
After Master checks the tension of everything, He pulls out a
large knife. you suddenly wonder if you've been naughty enough that
He wants to slit your throat, but all He does is cut the end of
the rope off behind your neck, leaving a nice, clean knot.
He bends down and ties loops around your ankles loosely. He then
loops the rope between your ankles and around the loops that
already bind them together, simultaneously tightening the ankle ropes
and spreading the ankles slightly apart. He ties the ankles, and
then uses His knife to cut the end off, but He leaves about ten
feet of rope trailing from your ankles.
"Have a seat," He says, pushing you down toward the sofa. As you
can't move, you have no choice but to fall over onto the couch.
He then pulls you up by your armpits so that you are sitting
straight up. you do your best to assume the Attention position by
keeping your eyes down and knees spread, but it's way too late for
that to matter now.
He takes the end of the rope trailing from your ankles, and pulls
it up behind your butt; your legs curl under you. He then lifts
you up a bit and sits you down on your own legs, so that you are
kneeling. He turns you so that you face to His right, and then
loops the ankle rope around your waist. He ties the rope off at the
small of your back; there's still about 5 feet of rope left. He
runs this rope through your crotch and up to the rope around your
waist, then loops the rope over the waist rope and back down
through your crotch and up to the waist loop in back. He pulls on the
end to make sure the crotch binding is nice and snug, and then ties
it to the rope around your waist.
He grabs you again and turns you so that you face forward again.
Your hands are bound well away from your waist, and you cannot do
anything to relieve either the hog-tie of your legs, or the
pressure on your pubes and asshole.
Master then reaches for the wire. He holds the end of the wire
between your breasts and loops the wire behind your neck and back
down to the end between your breasts. He twists the wire together,
making a sort of long necklace. you stare at it, wondering what
this could possibly be.
He then unreels the wire, over your left breast, around your
back, and over your right breast. He then crosses the end of the wire
(between your breasts) and continues unreeling, now below your
left breast, around your back, and under your right breast. He
crosses the end again, continuing over the breasts, then crossing
between and under them again, then crossing in the middle, and over
again. One last crossing, under both breasts, and he ends in the
center of the breasts. He takes some scissors out of His pocket,
cuts the wire a few inches past the crossing point between your
tits, and then twists this wire through the "necklace" and around all
of the wires crossing your chest. It looks like some outlandish
"Cross your Heart" bra, but it's just some loops of wire. The
loops are actually rather tight, but they don't constrict your
breathing. Seems pretty tame.
He twists the wire on the end of the reel to the crossing point,
and makes two more loops around your torso, right at nipple-level.
These loops are loose, and rest just on top of your breasts.
you are starting to think that Master is making a bikini top of
solid wire or something, but after making only the two loops He cuts
the wire at the cross-over point and twists it in with the rest of
the wires there.
He then cuts off two pieces of wire from the reel, each one a few
inches long. He reaches under your left armpit and bunches all
of the wires together, twisting the small piece of wire around them
like a twist tie. This forces the wires above and below the
breasts together, pinching the breast and making it stick out
prominently. He then does this under your right armpit; both tits are now
jutting forward, and the two loose wires over the tits rise up
with them. All of the wires except for the two are now very tight.
Master takes the reel of wire, twists the end into the large mess
at the crosspoint, and reels the wire several times around the
base of your now prominent left breast. He pulls the wire tight,
and your tit bulges past the wire like a ball. you now realize
that this wire bra is not going to be pleasant at all; in fact, it's
starting to become quite painful. However, when you disobeyed and
disrespected Him, you lost your chance to prevent this long
before.
Master then continues wrapping the wire around your other tit,
making it stick out (and hurt) also. you consider the pain, and are
almost sure you can take it... However, He then finishes his
painful work of art - He pulls on the two loose wires looped over
both tits. The many loops of wire around the base of your breasts
have trapped these wires close, and they were starting to get tight
anyway. As He pulls, the wires bite into the globes of your
breasts. He finally ties off the wire in this tightened position.
The globes of your tits are now bisected by the formerly loose
wires and bulge out past them; it now looks like you have many tits
instead of just two. you feel your tits ache, but they are now
actually sort of going numb, and are turning a brilliant shade of
red.
As you admire His handiwork with worry, Master takes His large
knife and cuts the rope connecting your ankles to your waist. you
begin to stretch out, and He lifts you to your feet. He sits on
the couch, and bends you over his knee, facedown. you break the
rules and look up at him, silently pleading, but He does not notice -
He is putting on a glove. A very special glove.
He saw this glove in the supermarket and immediately thought of
you. It is a "Grooming Glove," sold in the pet section. This
glove has a plastic pad over the palm and fingers; this pad is
covered with little 1/8 inch plastic spikes. Supposedly the spikes help
comb out the pet's fur and stimulate its skin. Right now, Master
is going to "stimulate the skin" of your tender ass with it.
He strokes your ass with it first - the spikes are not sharp
enough to scratch, but you certainly can feel them. As He strokes,
the Master continues speaking to you in a quiet tone. "When you
request EMail Domination of me, I am certainly glad to supply it.
But my pet, the flip side is true of you. You must supply me with
EMail submission, so that I am sure you are still sincere. Do you
UNDERSTAND?" He raises his voice on the last word, and gives your
right ass cheek a good swat with the glove. You yelp with the
pain.
"Was that a YES (SWAT, left cheek) or a NO (SWAT, right cheek)?"
you stifle the yelps and say "yes."
"Yes WHAT (SWAT left)?"
"yes... Master"
"And when you write me, you will be COURTEOUS (SWAT, right) and
COHERENT (SWAT, right). You will answer my questions COMPLETELY
(SWAT, left) and obey my orders FAITHFULLY (SWAT, left). Is THAT
(SWAT, left) CLEAR (SWAT, right)?"
"yes Master," you whimper.
"I can't HEAR (SWAT) YOU (SWAT)!", alternating cheeks.
"YES MASTER" you cry, unmindfull of the neighbors.
"And when you converse with others, you are to make it clear that
you are MY (SWAT) PROPERTY (SWAT), and that you obey ME (SWAT)
ALONE (SWAT). Do you UNDER(SWAT)-STAND(SWAT)?"
"YES MASTER!"
He then strokes your stinging ass with the ungloved hand, taking
some of the sting away. "I knew you would see things my way,
after I asked you nicely." He lifts you off of his knee and sits you
on the floor at His feet.
He reaches for his scissors, and begins cutting away the wire
bra. Your tits, now a bit purple, sag back to normal as the
circulation to them is restored. However, feeling is returning to your
tits also, and they begin to hurt. They are also, as Master knows,
now quite sensitive.
He begins stroking your tits with the glove. you can't believe
how much this simple caress hurts, but you keep as silent as
possible - Master has plenty of wire, and He can certainly arrange an
encore performance if you are disobedient again.
He begins speaking calmly again. "Now I don't mind if you EMail
or chat with other Dom males or females. It's a good source of
information and support. But you are only to accept their advice
and thoughts - you are NOT (SWAT, left nipple) to accept their
COMMANDS (SWAT, right nipple)!" you can't help but cry out at this
abuse of your tits, but He doesn't admonish you this time.
He begins stroking your tits again. "When you go onto IRC, you
will change your nickname to signify that you are Owned by Me. I
want you to only use a separate EMail account to converse with
other BDSM enthusiasts, and you must change your EMail program so that
your username also reflects your Submission to Me, like your IRC
nickname. If you must use AOL to communicate, I want you to
create a different screen name for BDSM, again signifying your loyalty
to Me. This will serve two purposes - first, it will demonstrate
that you are already owned and not available for casual play;
second, it will further shield your identity."
Master takes off the glove and continues stroking life into your
tits with both hands. They are red again, but feel much better -
in fact, they are now tingling with stimulation.
He continues, "I was very touched that you responded to me with
your real name. That was touching, but DUMB. If I were a stalker,
I could list out all the people with your name in this state,
stake them out , and find you before you were ready. I am glad that
you awarded me that much trust - but please don't do so again,
especially with other people."
"Yes Master," you reply, making a mental list.
your tits are pretty much normal (though aroused) now, and you
are now noticing that your arms, legs, and pussy are beginning to
feel uncomfortable with all of their rope. Master sees you begin to
fidget, trying to find some non-existent slack.
"It looks as though you are eager to be let free. Are you?"
"Yes, please, Master, I am very eager!" you reply, trying not to
look up.
"Very well. I want you to make your changes to the EMail and IRC
programs as soon as possible. However, there is one more thing
I want to go over with you. We discussed many rules of behavior
before, so this may have slipped your mind, along with the one
about EMailing me often.
"I must have an orgasm before I release you from any bindings."
you are startled by this, but you felt your Master's arousal
against your tummy while being spanked, so you should have been
expecting something like this.
Master begins to remove his clothing, as you are immobile at the
moment. He continues, "you have three possible holes that can
accept my gift of Love, but two of them are bound shut," he says.
you are reminded of this when Master tugs at your crotch rope
experimentally.
"That only leaves us with... this," He says as He cups a hand
under your chin, tilts your head up, and stands, positioning His Cock
at your lips. You open wide and lick the underside of It as he
inserts It into your sweet mouth. He becomes still, and you begin
to move your head forward and backward, licking and sucking the
Cock, as Master hums and stiffens, then Cums into your mouth a short
time later. He remains standing as the Cock drains, and then
lifts you to your feet.
He takes the scissors and cuts your ankles free, then goes up and
cuts your neck rope and then the wrist ropes. Finally, He kneels
and cuts the rope around your waist.
As the crotch rope falls free, Master snarls, "ATTENTION!" you
assume the position, spreading your legs and looking down at Him.
He begins to stroke, then lick your pussy and clit, while stroking
your anus with the end of one of the ropes. He continues this
for quite some time. you await permission to cum, knowing that it
won't be long before you get it - after all, you need to make those
EMail program changes, and it won't be long before Master again
becomes aroused... |
