It Is What It Is………

Shelley is a dear friend.

One who will be there when you need her.  One who I would be there for, when she needed me.  But, she doesn’t wish for, or want to be, in a committed relationship.  Yet, she loves to explore her submissive side, and has yet to declare what constitutes a hard limit for her.  And I never know exactly when she will get the urge to serve……….

Late Thursday afternoon I received a text, “Doing anything this weekend?  Wanna do me?”  Weather forecast was for a wet and cold weekend.  I was thinking about a pot of stew and maybe a few inside projects.  All of a sudden, Shelley became my inside project.  I replied, “Nothing major going on.  Would be great to see you.  Be on the front porch, Friday @6. Naked, cuffed, and gagged. You’re mine till 6:00 Sunday.”

“Yes Sir!”, was her reply……………..

6PM Friday night passed, no Shelley.  At 6:30 I heard the garage door open,then close.  The door into the house was locked and there was a bag of “goodies” waiting next to it.  Shelley knew what was expected as soon as she tried the door and found it wouldn’t open.

She stripped, attached the cuffs, spreader bar, pulled the blindfold over her eyes, and attached her wrist cuffs to the chain overhead.  Then waited……….

Picking up the cell as it buzzed, I smiled when  ‘Amanda’, scrolled across the caller ID.  It had been a while since we had last talked.  Her text simply read, “I’ve been bad.  Will you punish me?”.

After ten or fifteen minutes, I responded, “Seven, tomorrow night. Naked, cuffed, blindfolded, on the porch.”

“Yes Sir.”, was all she replied……..

Living outside the city limits afforded far more privacy than most have.  A gated, tree lined driveway led to the house, a half mile, or so from the road, with neighbors a mile or more in all other directions.  Amanda knew the gate code and was relieved she wasn’t told to park her car just inside the gate, then make the trek to the front porch naked.  The sounds in the dark freaked her out and more than once she had been tied overnight to the old oak in the back yard taking advantage of that fear. She quietly ascended the steps to the porch, removed her robe, and knocked on the door.  Pulling the blindfold over her eyes, then closing the cuffs on her wrists.  Waiting for what seemed an eternity, naked and bound, her nipples hardened and her crotch grew damp in anticipation. She knew her fate was now in my hands…….

I let her wait a five or ten minutes and watched through the peephole as she fidgeted.  It was humid and amulets of sweat formed upon her body.  The porch light attracted moths and mosquitos, and every time one would brush against her, she flinched in helplessness.  Finally I opened the door.  She trembled as I locked a collar around her neck.  Tugging on the leash, I led her into the den and attached her to the spanking bench.  She tensed as I stroked her ass with my hand, then reached down and squeezed her breasts roughly.  Grabbing a handful of her red hair and burying my cock in her mouth, I whispered to her, “Come, and I’ll  double your punishment.”  Unsure of wither that statement was a threat of more punishment, or a reward, she moaned, then arched her back as she tried hard to contain the juices running  down the insides of her thighs.  Gagging slightly as I forced her mouth deeper into my crotch, she pulled at the bonds holding her tightly to the bench when the sting from the flogger registered and confirmed the fact, that she shouldn’t have let herself climax.

Relentlessly, the leather thongs bit into her tender ass cheeks, as she struggled to breathe with my cock buried deep into her throat. With each orgasm that rippled through her body, the assault of her ass and mouth renewed. As she slipped into sub-space, she smiled inside and knew this was where she wanted to be.  The weekend had begun…………..

She awoke to darkness.  Attempting to stretch, she found movement was futile.  The pressure against her chest, felt as if she had spent the last few hours, if not the night, tied to the bench.  Unable to sense movement around her, the ropes bit into her breasts and all her limbs. When the sting of the paddle spread fire into the cheeks of her ass, she knew once again, there was no escape.  With each stroke, the burn became a little more bearable and she felt her hips rise to meet the impact. She felt the urge to come just as I stopped as she moaned into her gag.

“Warmed up sufficiently, I dare say.  Time to get you in a more accessible position.”  I tied her wrists behind her back and attached them to a ceiling hook in the center of the room. Releasing her ankles from the bench, I quickly removed it, forcing her to stand. Though bent over, she had no choice but to spread her legs to balance, allowing me to clip chains to her ankle cuffs and spread her leg even further. She was now exposed to take what ever punishment I wished to give out. Her ass was a beautiful shade of crimson from the strokes she had received. Walking around in front of her, I pulled her head back forcing the penis gag deeper into her throat. Cupping her chin with one hand, then reaching down and rolling her hardened nipples between my fingers of the other, she moaned when I attached a clover clamp to each one.  I then balanced a bamboo cane across her back, as she plead “Please Sir”, through her gag……….

“So you wish to be punished, or are you begging to submit?”  She only moaned and presented her ass to be taken, however I saw fit……..

She strained against the ropes and chains that held her, as the cane bit into her flesh, and mumbled  “Fourteen, thank you sir.”, into the gag.   As I placed the fifteenth stripe across her lovely ass, she came hard, and plead “No more, please Sir, no more.”  I gave her twenty more in quick succession, “Not your choice pet, not your choice….”, and she came again……….

“You do realize, the more you come at this point, the more you will be punished.”

“Yes sir, it’s what I wish”, was her muffled reply………

Bent over the table, exposed, vulnerable.

Legs spread, ankles tied.  Wrists behind her, elbow tied, and pulled tautly overhead.

Blindfolded, she waited.

She felt the hands.  Touching, pinching, violating her being.  She knew there was no choice, no escape.  She was there to serve, to be an object of pleasure, to be used.

A cock touched her lips,  was it really his….. she wasn’t sure.  Whatever, she thought, “it is my duty to please who ever it is”……..

Hands applying pressure to the back of her head, forcing a hardened shaft deep into her throat, and allowing balls to rest upon her chin.  She gagged, then struggled slightly as she was pushed back, allowing her to take a quick breath. Feeling a moments respite, she soon fell into a rhythm of breathing while he fucked her face.

His breathing became labored as his come warmed her throat. He tightened the grip on her head, and buried his cock deep into her throat. At that moment, she felt the sting of the cane as it bit into her ass.

He wasn’t alone………

She came, knowing that there would be more punishment involved.  It really didn’t matter to her.  Her ass was burning as the caning continued. She struggled to breath as hands continued to pump her head up and down a hard cock.  She tried, but couldn’t escape the hands that groped her tits and massaged her engorged clit.

She came again, and again, as she slipped into sub-space.

“I am here to please him”, was the only thought that crossed her mind………….

She wants……..

to give, to submit…….

to feel…….

the helplessness, yet security of being,

bound,

owned…….

The chafe of the rope,

against wrists, pulled tightly towards a ceiling,

against ankles, spreading legs awkwardly,

blindfolded, denying sight,

gagged, denying speech,

give her a feeling of comfort,

and security,

in ways,

many wouldn’t understand.

The sting of the crop,

repeatedly,

as it bites into her ass,

warms her soul,

as juices pool between her legs.

Unable to scream, she moans into the gag.

Wanting more……………

……..darkness enveloped her………….

……..she felt something wrapping tightly, constricting, and chafing as she struggled to be free, about her wrists, her ankles, her waist……..

………the more she fought her bonds, the more she felt the kiss of the crop…..

………she shivered, as trails of come oozed from her pussy, dribbling down her thighs, as her mind raced while she waited………

………she struggled, against the ropes holding her captive, feeling safe, but owned, and secure, even though she knew, she would be held and used until he tired of her for the night……….

She flinched as he grabbed a fistful of auburn hair, pulling her head back roughly, leaning in closely to her ear, and whispering, “You belong to me now, and I want to play.”………..

She could only imagine, “What if……….”

She pulled and struggled against the bonds holding her captive, as I played with her ass and then slid my hands up her belly to squeeze her luscious breasts.  For a moment Shelley had second thoughts about what she was consenting to.  When I rolled her swollen nipples between my fingertips, the doubts in her head vanished as the juices began to soak her lacy thong once again.  She looked at me seductively and plead, “Please may I come for you?”

With a sly grin, I replied “Of course not, you little slut.  You must learn to be more patient.  So now, we go inside where no one can see you or hear as you beg for more”.

Rolling her eyes, “Yea, right” as she opened her mouth to protest. I quickly grabbed a handful of tit and reminded her, “Your complaints are worthless right now.  If you continue, you will be gagged so I don’t have to listen to your whining, and then punished for not obeying”.

Defiantly she shook her head back and replied, “Go for it!”.  I grabbed her by the throat, shoved a ball gag into her mouth and buckled it tightly behind her head before she had time to react. “For one who’s the captive, you’re pretty bold.  Lest you forget, you are not in control anymore and now we’re going to have a little fun at your expense”.

She moaned as I took away her vision and hearing with a hood, released her ankles and slowly rolled her thong down her legs to the floor, and watched her begin to drool all over her beautiful tits. “Not so bold now, are you?  Try as you may, darling, you belong to me, I make the rules, and you will pay for your insolence:”.

I looped a rope around her waist and pulled it roughly between her legs, with a large knot rubbing on her clit, then led her into to the house.  The crotch rope was then attached to a hook on the wall so any movement would torment her.  Her wrists were once again suspended over her head and legs spread so she was completely exposed and vulnerable.  She gasped as I looped another rope under her breasts, then over her shoulders, and proceeded to tie each globe individually. While I teased her hardened and sensitive nipples, Shelley gasped as the ropes rubbing against her clit pushed her to edge.

She was taken by surprise when she felt the first sting of the belt across her ass. She moaned into the gag and did her best to get away from the repeated lashes that were changing her milky white skin into shades of crimson.  She stiffened against the ropes that held her spreadeagled and screamed into the gag as she had her first orgasm.  As she shivered with the feel of her juices oozing down the inside of her legs, knowing that the intensity of the whipping she had just received, would likely increase as she had not obeyed, and she came once again.

At this point it really didn’t matter to her, what she would or could endure.  The only thing she could think about, was to come, over and over.  In the back of her mind however, she also knew, I had a different ideas and that it would be a long night…………….