Stockholm Syndrome

(This post describes some rather intense and potentially unsafe bondage techniques. Don't try them yourself, I am an experienced sub and was with a very experienced dom. Be safe.)

I experienced something new recently. That's unusual.

I've been experimenting with bondage and ancillary forms of kink for roughly 25 years now. No, I am not that old. I started as a (young) teenager, so stop trying to calculate my age.

In those years I have experienced a wide variety of things, and have gotten to the point where there isn't very much that is truly new. I was put on a pau de arara a couple of years ago, before the pandemic; suspended with my legs and arms over a bar, hanging exposed and used by two men. That was new, very intense, and as a result very exciting (not to mention painful and stressful).

Otherwise, most of my experiences in the past few years are variations on things I've done before, and the pandemic has limited opportunities significantly.

I think my life has been forever changed by the pandemic. I seriously wonder if I will ever return to as active a lifestyle of kink as I had before.

That said, kink is in my blood and I've been getting back into it, much to the delight of some of my play partners. My dom had welcomed me back with open arms (and other body parts).

I even ventured out with a new dominant, someone that was known to me as a friend of friends, who was known for being imaginative and ruthless when it came to tying women up. Just up my alley.

Because we didn't know each other, we met in a public place and discussed our mutual interest. Each of us was sizing up the other. 

This is an extremely common practice in the community. It looks and feels a lot like a first date. In a way, it is. But the couple isn't talking about dating, they are checking each other out to see whether they can come to terms about some kinky sex with no ties.

I went over my limits (which are actually pretty loose and mostly involve making sure things are safe, that there are no permanent effects of whatever happens, no cameras, and that kind of thing). He went over his style and described what he liked (tying women up and using them).

It turned out this guy was a lot better looking and more fit than my current dom. Nothing against the guy I play with most of the time, but this new one (we will call him Orlo), is handsome and fit. We hit it off and decided on a date and time for us to play.

I always get nerves before a scene with a new dom. But that's part of the fun. Fear. Plain old fear, it heightens the senses, makes one more sensitive. It's the the fear of the unknown. What will he do to me? How much pain, how long, what parts will be unexpected? Will I suffer, or beg to be released, or beg for his cock?

Strangely (or perhaps not so strangely) the sense of fear also makes me wet. I've done this hundreds of times, but I still react with fear and tension.  I get hyper aware of my body reactions, my muscles and flesh and the sensitive parts of my body like nipples, clit, anus, lips, whatever part of my body I think he may pay attention to. This happens long before the scene starts, before I've arrived at his place.

There were some things I knew about what would happen. He loves shibari and is proficient at it; something my current dom is not. This is one of the reasons I sought him out. I love being tied tightly, immobile and helpless. It's the core of my kink. This guy was capable of doing it, and I knew the scene would undoubtedly push my limits in terms of being tied up securely.

Before leaving for his place (which was not close to where I lived and involved a long drive) I gave myself the usual enema. You never know what will happen in scenes; even scenes that don't involve ass play can get intense enough that some control is lost. I've had... accidents.

I also make sure I am hydrated and pee before arrival. 

There's often a need to pee during longer scenes, and doms handle it differently, anywhere from forcing the pee out wherever you are at the moment (resulting in a mess), to providing a bucket, to allowing me to go in a toilet.  I don't do water sports (a limit), but when you are in the middle of a scene and tell your dom you have to pee... well, the results are often not what I would want. So I empty myself as much as possible before any scene.

(I had one dom that forced me to drink a lot of water, in the hopes of filling my bladder. It worked. Another story.)

Some guys have told me they try to manage their cums, their orgasms. For example, guys will masturbate before a date so they aren't all horny during it. Some say they will abstain for a while before they think they are going to have sex so they have more semen, or it is easier to cum. I have no idea if this is true or whether it works, I sort of accept what they say but that all seems foreign to me; I can masturbate right before a scene, go in and have orgasms during the scene without a problem. If I am horny, I am horny. Then again, I am multi-orgasmic.

Anyway, I masturbated before going over to his place, actually while I was giving myself the enema.

I've had dozens (hundreds?) of enemas in my life, during scenes but mostly before them, and they've taken on a sensual and sexual connotation for me. Enemas now work almost as well as vibrators and nipple clamps to get me horny and enhance my ability to cum. The feeling of the nozzle inserting, spreading my sphincter, pushing and sliding in, being forced into my anus and rectum is arousing. I have a long nozzle I use and I like it going in the length of my rectum. 

Once impaled, I wait a moment then unclip the hose and feel the water gushing in, filling me up, expanding and distending me-- it's so fucking arousing, I almost can't help but masturbate.

Sometimes the enema (especially if I am doing a larger one) will cause cramping. I don't like pain, but the cramps are part of the experience and pain to be endured (while masturbating).

I sometimes wonder if I ever had to have a barium enema whether I'd be turned on as hell. Probably.

My girlfriend was home when I did this, and of course she knew where I was going and what I was doing, so she actually watched me from the hall as I dumped a load of warm water into my bowels, masturbated to an orgasm, then sat on the toilet and expelled. She laughed and made fun of me, then left. For a submissive, she sure can be dominant at times.

I drove to his place. It took a long time, he isn't that local to me. I listened to music on the way and felt good. I felt healthy, alive. I was driving to have a kinky sexual liaison with a new guy I'd never known before and it made me feel good.

His place was nice, on a larger lot and somewhat secluded. I parked under a tree on the drive and wondered if he ever used some of the outdoor area for bondage sessions. Then I realized I knew he had because I had seen photos of him with a tied up girl hanging from a branch over a stream while he pushed her head down into the water, up and down... up and down.

My heart skipped a beat and I went to his door and rang the bell. Orlo greeted me immediately (not his real name), letting me in. I felt my heart beating in my chest. He was as handsome as I remembered, and I was aroused from all my preparations and anticipation. I wanted him on top of me, inside me, fucking me. 

Orlo's greeting was short, almost brusque. Different than in the coffee shop. He had entered his dominant persona. I was his submissive, come to relinquish control to him, to give him power over me. I bowed my head and followed him. Being aroused helped me take on my submissive role.

"Undress. Put your clothes over there. Remove everything."

He watched as I stripped.

I continued to be struck by the fact Orlo is a good looking guy, only slightly older than myself and with a good body. Under other circumstances, in another time, I'd go for him. As in, date him. Not just let him fuck me, but actually see if we could have a relationship. (I'm currently in a relationship with another woman, so that's out of the question, but I still thought about it.)

As it was he simply sat and watched me strip with his arms folded, observing as various parts of my body became visible. I dress comfortably for any session, even if the clothes come off quickly, you never know when the scene will start out clothed and it is best to wear loose clothing.

My top came off first, then my jeans. These two items bared most of my flesh of course and I could immediately feel the exposure and vulnerability. The air in the room was cool and I felt it on my exposed skin.

Next my bra. My breasts sagged a little when released, they are rather large. Men like them. They like to do things to them.

My panties next, and I was naked before him. I always have the urge to cover myself when standing in front of a new man for the first time, especially if he is clothed and evaluating my body. I resisted the urge, and stood before him, letting him examine me with his eyes.

"Very nice," He said and walked next to me, his hands sliding along my bare flesh. His fingers began touching, sliding and probing me.

There's something about stripping and being naked in front of someone else who is clothed that is nerve wracking. I really get off on feeling vulnerable, and standing in front of him as his fingers explored me and probed, slowly finding more and more private places, was exciting me. 

And he could tell I was excited because his fingers reached between my legs and slid along the outside of my lips, sliding on the moistness there. 

I let him feel me, rather enjoying it, feeling a bit dehumanized and manipulated. It was OK. I would not have objected to Orlo throwing me down on a bed, forcing my legs apart and ramming himself into my cunt right at that moment.

Actually, come to think of it, I probably would have preferred that to his careful and somewhat humiliating examination of my body.

But his fingers were probing in sensitive areas and I couldn't help it. My body shied away, moved. I tried to simply stand and let him invade me any way he wished, but it was hard.

"Let's get started, shall we?" Orlo said. "You clearly need to be restrained."

He moved behind me, took my arms back and pressed my wrists together. This is it, I thought. The moment when I let myself be tied up and am at his mercy. Prior to this moment I could have run. But the moment he tied me, I was helpless and at his mercy. Or rather, at his whim.

It happened remarkably fast. Before I knew it, he had rope around my wrists. Good, flexible rope, rope tightly wound and holding my wrists together with no possibility of wriggling out. He was using some sort of conditioned jute, or maybe hemp, but probably jute.

And just like that, my wrists were tied behind my back and I was forced onto my knees.

Leaning down, he kissed me. On the lips. Holding my breast, he kissed me and let me know by his actions that my body was his, that it was his to play with, take pleasure from, but also that he appreciated my body. 

He fondled me more but quickly pushed me down onto my stomach. I wasn't resisting him, but he put his knee on my lower back, on my hips, to keep me in one place.

The rope he'd used on my wrists was long, and the extra length quickly went around my elbows, cinching and pulling them together. Elbows touching behind the back requires a little flexibility and you can't be overweight. Fortunately I am still flexible and have not gained much as I have grown older. Even so, I grunted involuntarily as he yanked and pulled the elbows back with the rope.

My arms and wrists were now bound tightly behind my back.

This tie allowed me to roll around some, even sit up with some effort. I rolled onto my back, wriggled and struggling. The ropes were tight. Very right. There was no way I could get out of them. But because they were conditioned they were not cutting off circulation. I managed to get up in a seated position and turned to watched what Orlo was doing.

One thing about being tied up is your hair gets all over your face and you can't get it out. Especially if you are sweaty at all (which happens a lot) it can get in the face and stick there. Which is why I always start out with my hair in a pony tail.

The next thing he did was remove my pony tail, letting my long brunette hair fall down over my shoulders. I swore at him and he laughed.

He pushed me with his foot (not kicked) and I fell over onto my side, then rolled to my stomach.

Moments later he had my ankles bound together as tightly as my wrists and elbows, and all I could do was wriggle on the floor.

Orlo was actually nice to his subs; his floor was covered with rubber mats. This makes it easier to clean up body fluids (remember why I gave myself an enema) as well as preventing some injuries from falls, thumps, drops, tips and the like. They were also warmer than concrete or tile, which I've wriggled around on more than once.

His next step was predictable. I was in a hogtie and he would be pulling my legs in behind me.  I felt him wrapping a length of rope around my already secured ankles. then up to my... neck?

Yeah, my neck.

Oh fuck, I said. Out loud, I think. I wasn't gagged (yet) so I could have called my safe word, but I didn't. I try very hard not to, and I don't prohibit breath play. Strangulation is borderline limit though, and I felt the rope circle my neck several times, running back and forth to my ankles. This wasn't just breath play, this would cut off blood flow if he were to tighten it.

There was nothing I could do about it. My arms were completely immobile, and my legs were tied and being pulled up behind me by the neck rope. I was helpless and I began to panic.

(Note that the rope around my neck was not a noose that slid tight when pulled. It was knotted and stayed loose.)

Reminding myself that this was what I liked, it is what I wanted, I counted and relaxed and felt the wave of helplessness come over me and embraced it. This was why I was here. To let him do stuff to me. Stuff I didn't expect and couldn't stop. 

I made a gurgling noise, but found I could breathe OK. The whole tie was very uncomfortable, just as it was supposed to be. 

Now, I have to say there's relatively little dialogue in this story because there wasn't much in the session. There was some initial greeting, his ordering me to strip, a few exchanges when he first started to take control. But once he had me tied, there was no more conversation. Noise in the room was mostly me breathing, panting, the thumps of my body falling over, the sound of rope sliding against rope, grunts as things got more restrictive and me swearing a few times as I realized what was happening. 

The rope was pressing against my neck, and I quickly found that if I pushed my legs back, bending backward, it relieved the pressure. Just a couple of inches helped loosen the hold on my neck. Blood flowed more freely and I breathed easier.

As soon as I loosened it, Orlo tightened it. My legs were bent further back, the tension on the rope increased and my head pounded again. 

I wriggled and strained to bend my legs back again, and once again he tightened the rope. But what choice did I have? I could resist his tightening, but then I would be pulling against the noose around my neck. I had to keep trying to loosen the ligature around my neck. Each time I did, he took advantage and tightened the rope just a little more until I was bent backward in an almost O shape. Reversed.

I panicked again. The rope was tight around my neck and my breath was raspy, and any movement of my body caused it to dig in deeper.

This was exactly what he wanted.

My body was strained almost to its limits. I couldn't use my muscles to bend back any further. The rope was putting pressure on my neck, making me choke, slowing blood flow, but not enough to actually choke me out or knock me unconscious. At least, not while I used every muscle I had to keep myself curved backwards.

As soon as I relaxed any muscle in my back the pressure increased on my neck.

Fuck... I gurgled.

I flopped over to my side, it was easier that way. My body lay on the matts, and they helped keep my body and legs bent backwards.

He rolled me back on my stomach and reached between my legs.

I realized now why he had not tied my knees together. Ankles could be bound, but knees left untied meant they could be spread, giving him access to my cunt. And he accessed, with his fingers, penetrating and finger fucking me as I tried my best not to choke.

The safe word floated before me, but I refused to use it. Maybe I was dumb, but I want, I crave these experiences and if I use the safe word whenever it gets hairy, nothing will ever happen. My limits will never be approached. So I strained and concentrated on breathing and felt him finger fucking me all the while.

After a minute of his fingers deep inside my cunt, deep enough they reached and stroked my cervix, he stopped and left. I flopped over again, feeling the relieve of having the matts support my position, able to breathe a little better.

When he returned he had a head harness with panel gag. He slipped it over my head and buckled it on, then rolled me onto my stomach again.

I could no longer swear, fuck... but I moaned and panted. I was under a lot of stress, my body was in an extreme predicament bondage position, and I was suffering. 

I kept flopping onto my side, he kept rolling me back over onto my stomach. There was little I could do about that, either, the restrained position didn't allow me much movement at all. My body just did what he wanted.

So I stayed there on my stomach, watching as Orlo sat down in front of me. He wanted me to see what he was doing next. He had a knife (twinge in my stomach upon seeing it), and some sort of weird thing that looked like a wobbly root. He began cutting the root thing with his knife, as if whittling it.

Five seconds later I realized what it was. Ginger root. He was whittling it into shape, cutting it into a smoother, curved bulb shape. An ass plug. 

Orlo was figging me.

Figging is the practice of skinning a ginger root then shoving up some poor soul's ass. In this case, the poor soul was me.

Orlo wanted me to watch what he was doing, while I suffered in that awful stress position, trying not to choke. He carefully cut the root into the shape of a plug with a narrow spot for the sphincter to clutch, and a wider plug that would be harder to push out.

There was a point to his doing it right then; ginger root loses its stinging quality over time, The fresher it is, the more recently it has been cut, the more it burns. He was showing me what he was going to do to me and letting me think about it, and making sure it would be as effective as possible.

When he was satisfied by its shape he rose and walked around behind me. 

The panel gag was wet now from my drool (it had a bulb plug that went into my mouth which also caused a lot of drooling) and dribbling down my chin. My back was cramping, as were my thighs. My shoulders had started cramping a long time before. I was in pain and panting and still straining to make sure the rope didn't cut off my air or blood flow (he checked me frequently to make sure I wasn't turning purple).

As mentioned before, my knees were free, not bound to each other. They were the only part of me not tied tightly, and for a purpose, Orlo now pushed them apart, exposing my cunt and ass. I expected  him to ram the ginger root home, forcing it into my anus, but it didn't happen, not right away.

I felt something sharp; it felt almost like a needle. At first I thought it was a needle and I yelped into my gag, though after a moment I could tell it wasn't puncturing the flesh. I couldn't quite tell what it was other than it hurt. It was poking once side of an ass cheek, and a second later came another sharp pain opposite to the first.

Later I figured out he was using sticks, sort of like large toothpicks, to spread my ass cheeks and keep them open so he could access my anus.

It may not seem like much, but trust me that toothpicks and the like can hurt like a bitch when applied to sensitive skin. It feels like the flesh is being pierced even when it isn't. I cried out and moaned and tried to wriggle away, which was hopeless of course.

After spreading my ass, he inserted a finger into my anus, moving it around, loosening me up. An anus is initially very tight and can be difficult to insert things into without working it some. He could use lube, but the lube would act as a shield against the ginger oils he wanted to burn my ass with, so no lube.

He worked my anus, digging his finger around, stretching and getting the muscles relaxed and wider. That all sounds very nice but it was like getting raped, having this guy shove his finger into my asshole and finger fuck me. 

Of course, I could do nothing about it, which was the point. If I clenched my ass cheeks at all the sticks spreading them wide would dig in and it hurt like hell, so I was trying to relax my ass cheeks which in turn relaxed my anus.

The ginger went in easily and I was figged. The expected burning started within a few seconds and grew. I swore into the panel gag and moaned. Ginger root is not the most painful thing that can happen, but it does burn quite a bit, and keeps burning.

He had chosen a large root, so my anus was spread, my rectum was filled, and the external part of the root was a big clump between my ass cheeks.

Thank goodness her removed the sticks that were used to force my ass cheeks apart at that point. All that was left as that lump of burning pain. It felt like I was trying to shit out a giant poop that had was soaked with hot sauce, and should have been burning diarrhea if the shit hadn't been so big and hard and absolutely refused to come out.

I think I'd been in that predicament / stress position for a half hour or so, enough to break anyone. My mind was turning to jelly and I was wondering if I should use my safe word before I lost the ability to talk. Fortunately, Orlo eased up on me about then. It's a sign of a good dom that he is aware of a girl's limits and ability to take abuse, and while I am pretty difficult to break the constant choking combined with the cramping was getting to me.

Orlo released the neck rope and I flopped down into a prone position, breathing, panting heavily. The relief wasn't so much in breathing, though. I was breathing before, it had just come at the price of the rest of my body pushing itself into a very unnatural and painful position. 

My legs were no longer strained, my back straightened and my entire body shook with relief. The ginger burned, but I could deal with that. It wasn't that bad. (I did try pushing it out at that point. I thought I might get it out but never did. He'd done a good job of cutting a plug shape.)

How I felt right then is an example of why I do this to myself (or let others do it). At that moment there was no world. There was nothing that existed beyond about three feet around me. Mostly there was just me, my body, the sensations in my body, the restriction, the vulnerability, the massive sensations that I had been experiencing, my tormentor, my desire to survive and endure, and yes, a significant amount of pleasure. Endorphins had surged in my body and I was high on them. 

I was given perhaps five minutes to recover before he started again.

My ass was burning badly from the ginger root and it was a tremendous mental relief when he removed it. Of course, that didn't stop the burning. My anus felt like it was on fire. It would probably continue to burn for a half hour or so, and slowly subside.

I felt my hair being grabbed and my head pulled back. My neck stretched and was exposed and shoulders lifted up off the mats just a little. The leather straps of a head harness flopped over my head and face, and Orlo forced my mouth open for a ring gag. Break time was over.

The head harness was a secure one; some can be loose and slip; this one had several straps, including an inverted V over the eyes and nose, straps across the cheeks to a buckle behind, and chin straps to keep it stable in front. The ring spread my jaw wide open, wide enough I felt the strain in the muscles. I hoped it wouldn't be on too much because spreading the jaw open too wide can cause some serious cramps and pains. Not that Orlo would care, of course.

Once on, my head wasn't allowed to flop back down, he held it pulled back and I could feel him threading rope through D rings on the top. Great... the rope was attached to my ankles and my body was back in the position it had been ten minutes before. curved back on itself in a sickening, muscle-straining reversed O. The only difference was it wasn't choking me. It wouldn't take long for the cramping to return, even if I wasn't straining to relieve the neck pressure as I was before.

He cinched my head back, pulling my feet and head harness back toward each other. Lovely. More endurance bondage. I wasn't even thinking about how long I had been there, or how much more there would be. This was my world now, tied and immobile, bent in unnatural and humiliating positioned, exposed for this man to do as he pleased.

I lay on my stomach in this position for a minute or two, grunting and moaning softly. My tormenter had pulled his cock out; the first I had seen it so far. It was a nice cock. Large, but not too large. And very hard. He stroked it idly while looking at me suffering for a while, but eventually got up to do something behind me, where I couldn't see him.

After flopping me to my side I felt his fingers probing and spreading my pussy lips. My legs automatically closed, and he forced them apart again.

"Don't make me use a spreader," he said. "I will have access, whether you like it or not."

"Yeah. I knew this. It was just an automatic reaction, closing my legs to protect my most vulnerable parts. I let him spread them again, because even more tight bondage wasn't going to help me any.

Something artificial pressed against my clit. Round. Metal or plastic. I have limit when it comes to my clit; stimulate it all you want (please) but do not damage it. No clamps, needles, hot wax or anything like that. My clit is too important to me. Use it, don't abuse it.

So when I felt this thing I immediately got worried. If it was a vibrator or something, cool. But what was it... it felt different... not something I was familiar with...

Suddenly my clit felt stretched, pressured, pulled, sucked... he was pumping something and my clit and the flesh around it were being sucked into a tube. It was a clit sucker, a small suction tube that pulled the flesh in. I knew what they were but had never seen (or felt) one before.

With the ring gag spreading me wide I couldn't really talk to I started making a "yayaahhhayuaaa" noise. He kept pumping and I felt my clit getting engorged-- forcibly engorged. I mean, I was as aroused as hell and it was already erect and engorged, but this thing... wow... it sucked it up and made it bigger and... I don't know how to describe the feeling. It wasn't terribly painful. Uncomfortable, especially when he pumped it some more and it felt like he was sucking my whole cunt into that tiny tube.  But yeah... it was just an incredibly different sensation.

I couldn't see what he was doing, but could tell he really sucked my clit hard. I whimpered, and begged (though with the gag in I doubt he understood anything), "please... no more... no more..."

He paused then pumped some more and I whimpered and begged for him to stop. 

He wiggled and yanked on the tube, which meant my distended and engorged clit was yanked and wiggled. I in turn writhed; moving my hips and jerked around as best I could in a futile attempt to get away from what he was doing.

It made no difference. My clit was throbbing now, I could feel the pulse in it, and he was jerking it around and weirdly, it felt like I might cum... 

He let go, leaving my clit in the tube, and moved around to in front of me.

Kneeling, he slid his hard cock into my artificially spread mouth. My jaw was forced open so wide my lips didn't even touch his cock as it slid in; just my tongue then the roof of my mouth.

Then my throat.

I gagged. His cock went past my tongue and into my throat, pressing against the soft tissue and expanding, filling my esophagus. My throat muscles clenched around his cock. He liked that, because I heard him moan. His cock slid deep enough my stomach rebelled and clenched, and I had to try and stop the vomit from coming up. I made the typical "she's got a cock deep inside her throat" noise.

When he pressed in all the way it cut off my air. My stomach rebelled against that too, trying to breathe but I couldn't. Fortunately that only lasted a couple of seconds before he pulled back and let me breathe. Only for half a second though, before he thrust again and went deep.

In and out. Hard, fast.

I had been drooling for some time now, first with the panel gag and later the ring gag. A puddle had formed beneath my head, and was slowly expanding.

Now, with his cock in my mouth, the puddle rapidly expanded. I was drooling all over, unable to keep any of my body fluids in check, The saliva puddle was mixed with just a little stomach fluid, slime that was regurgitated when he thrust the deepest. That crap burned and felt terrible.

I prayed for him to be done quickly. Let him cum in my throat, I will swallow and he will stop. Or let him shoot his load onto my face, into my eyes, whatever. Just let me breathe more consistently, let me stop the constant urge to regurgitate.

But it went on and on. This guy could control his cums, and he was using me and letting me know it. I was his, to do with as he pleased, and if he wanted to throat fuck me for an hour, he could do it.

I couldn't even attempt talking, or making any noise except the 'erg... erg... ergh.... erg... erg..." sloppy gurgle of his cock spreading my throat. There was no choice but to just lay there on my stomach and try not to barf everything up.

I honestly don't know how long he went. Longer than most guys that have face fucked me. Harder than most. It might have been five minutes, it might have been fifteen. It seemed like an eternity. But finally his breathing got harder and he grabbled my head and pushed harder, deeper. My face must have turned cherry red as he left his cock in all the way then, so deep I thought it was reaching my lungs. He'd slip it back out then deep again, leaving it there. Then out for a second and in for ten seconds, deep. I knew he was coming, I could feel his cock pulsing, the muscles contracting in my mouth and throat.

He let out one long moaning grunt, followed by swearing. "OH..... fuck... oh fuck...." He was cumming. His cock pulsed and contracted, five, six, seven times... and he left it deep. I was wriggling, trying to move to get some air. He wouldn't let me. My body, as tightly bound as it was, strained and wriggled but he held my head right there with both hands, even after he had cum.

Finally he backed out and an ounce of vomit followed his cock. I rolled over to me side, gasping, breathing.

His pants were down but he was still clothed. I eyed him, my eyes rolling in my head as if I was delirious. Eyelids half closed. Gasping from my wide open mouth. Breathing slowly coming under control.

As I did this he moved his cock to my face and smeared it over my cheeks, nose, eyes. Most of the cum had just gone down my throat, I hadn't even tasted it. I knew he had cum because of the way he was grabbing me and thrusting, and the contractions of his cock. I just swallowed the best I could. But he had more cum that drizzled onto my face and he took some of the slime from my stomach and smeared it over me with his cock. I was a sticky mess.

I lay exhausted and was grateful that guys crashed after cumming. I had a respite, I'd forgotten safe words, I didn't even think about this ever ending, I was totally in the here and now and was just grateful I was breathing again.

The fact Orlo had cum was rewarding, somehow, weirdly. I wanted him to cum. It made me feel as if all this pain and suffering had a purpose, even if that purpose was getting Orlo off.

Slowly, the other abuses to my body were coming back to me. My ass still burned from the ginger root, though not as badly. My clit was throbbing worse; it felt like I had a massive infection in my clit. It ached.

After resting for a bit, Orlo removed the head harness and rope that pulled my head back toward my ankles, which allowed me to straighten into a somewhat more normal position again. I hadn't realized how much my back, shoulders and hips had been aching.

"Thank you," I said to him once my mouth was free. 

"Don't thank me yet," he said with a cruel grin. I cringed, but he wiped my face off with a wet towel. His cum and my vomit would not crust on my face, which was nice of him.

His attentions went back to my clit and the clit pump.

"Let's get this off, shall we?" he said and began tugging. The thing was on there with some pretty strong suction and he tugged and twisted and pulled, all of which made it hurt and ache more and I grunted and cried out.

Finally he just pulled. And pulled My clit was stretching out, it felt like it was going to be torn off, literally ripped from my cunt and I cried out again.

Suddenly with a slight pop, it came off.

The relief was tremendous, though I immediately realized the sensations were not over. My clit and clitoral hood and surrounding area was still throbbing and when I closed my legs I could tell they were very sensitive, as if they had been rubbed with sand paper or something. They were engorged with blood, the clit three our four times larger than normal, and that made it extremely sensitive.

Orlo wasn't done with me. I was still tied and helpless, though no longer in the extreme, arched back position that was so stressful. Orlo gently took one side of me and rolled me over onto my back. My ankles were still tied to my wrists, but knees were free and spread naturally.

Orlo kissed me gently on the lips (my heart melted for a moment). He then moved and sat between my legs, pushing them wide apart and scooted up so he was sitting between my bent knees; I couldn't close them because he was in the way.

Next thing I felt I knew, but had never felt it quite like it.

Clit vibrators are small things, designed to vibrate at a high speed, directly on top of the clit. The simplest form is just an electric toothbrush like a Sonicare. To be completely open, I actually use the back of an electric toothbrush on my clit at times. Not one I use to clean my teeth, but an old one I replaced and now use strictly as a vibrator.

These kinds of clit vibrators drive me insane. My clit is sensitive and usually needs some lighter stimulation to warm it up before I actually start rubbing it directly. Eventually I get to the point where I can put it directly on my clit, moving it around in a circular motion, and it stimulates me about as directly, intensely and quickly as anything. I cum quickly with these things, and the cums are intense.

Well, Orlo had a clit vibrator. He put it directly on my clit, vibrating away. Not only was I not ready for that, my clit was about ten times more sensitive than normal because of the clit pump. As soon as the vibrator touched my clit, I jerked and yelped and swore and my hips started wriggling around, trying to get away.

Orlo was patient, but relentless. I could move my hips, but in limited ways and he just held on while I bucked and jerked, trying to get away from the vibrator. The vibrator traveled with me where ever I went, driving me wild.

I begged him to stop. I begged him to stop, it was too much, I was too sensitive down there, I couldn't take it. I never used my safe word. I don't think I remembered I could use a safe word.

To be clear-- it didn't hurt. It wasn't painful, not really. It was sexual pleasure, a massive overstimulation of my clit. And even though I couldn't stand it, it was so much more than I wanted, somehow it still worked its magic on me.

I came.

I shuddered, heaved my hips up, drooled as my eyes rolled up in my head and I jerked and thrust and moaned and cried out and the endorphins flooded my body and I had a massive orgasm, one that had been hiding, wanting to come out for the last hour and a half.

If my tormenter had really wanted to torture me, he would have kept the vibrator on my clit after I came. But he didn't. He made sure I rode the orgasm to completion then took it away;

I collapsed, panting.

"Oh... my god... oh my fucking god... don't you ever do that again," I swore. 

"But you came," he said with a grin.

"Yeah and what a fucking glorious cum it was," I said. "OK, maybe we can do that again, but... not for a while. Not like that."

He was untying me. Apparently our session was over. It actually seemed rather like a good place to stop. My body was going to hurt like hell for the next few days with all the straining and stretching it had done. 

I lay exhausted and sore, letting him remove to ropes. He was being gentle, engaging in some aftercare. I don't need a lot of aftercare, but it can be very nice after an intense session. It brings me back to reality and reminds me it was all for fun.

The aftercare was as good as the scene. It felt warm, comfortable. It felt right. I turned to him, moving my body, my face, and as I did he took my face in his hands gently and kissed me. Lovingly, gently, he kissed me. I melted. I kissed him back. 

Oh my fucking god I had not been kissed like that by a man in years.

The entire thing was unexpected. The passion, that is. I was kissing him because I wanted to, because I wanted intimacy with him. And it felt that way from him as well, that he wanted me, not as a submissive, not as an object to torment, but he wanted me, to make love to me.

Oh, what am I saying. I wanted him. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me. I didn't just want to be fucked, I wanted to fuck him, I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted to be taken by him. I wanted it bad.

I was naked, he was not. He had never stripped during the entire session, and only exposed his cock and balls when he throat fucked me earlier. That was designed to make me feel more isolated, more used, and it worked. Now, I wanted to feel his flesh against mine.

We were pressed together, cuddling, kissing, and my fingers reached, explored, found the buttons of his shirt then the zipper of his pants. His clothes peeled off as we continued to kiss and the more they did, the more of his flesh I felt and the more of my flesh pressed against his.

The foreplay moved quickly to fucking; we were both incredibly aroused by the scene we had just finished and being around each other. His cock was hard; he'd cum 20 minutes before but had recovered quickly and was totally ready. I didn't want him in my mouth this time, I wanted him in my cunt, deep.

I couldn't wait any longer and straddled him, grabbing his cock (amazingly hard) and pressing it against my pussy (amazingly wet). He slipped in as I pressed down, and went deep, just as I wanted. We both grunted and moaned as we joined together for the first time.

I rode him, sliding his cock in an out of me, pushing down with my hips, rotating to get him as deep as possible. I did all the work. Controlled everything. Shifting my hips back, I slid his cock against my clit and discovered it was still very sensitive from the clit pump. I didn't care. I wanted to feel his cock on my clit and shifted so the thrusts would slide him along the top of my pussy.

The speed of our fucking was increasing, I was getting close to orgasm, but he couldn't stand having me in control. He flipped us over, I landed on my back with him on top. I spread my legs wide (I am flexible) and made myself completely open and available to him. He inserted his cock and spread me wide, thrusting deep until I thought he would impale my heart.

He then started thrusting and once he got a rhythm, he lay on top of me. 

I really love feeling the weight of a guy on top of me as he fucks me. I like feeling the strength of him between my thighs, my breasts on his. 

That guy really knew how to fuck. He held me down, thrust deep inside, varied the rhythm until he found what was making me moan and cry the most, clutched my body (I love that) and made sure my clit got attention (that's the key to orgasms with me).

His fucking grew harder, violent almost. My body was bouncing around, being shoved and pushed by his thrusts, which were definitely going deep enough to rearrange my insides. 

I tend to get loud when I'm being fucked hard, and I wasn't just grunting now, I was yelping and swearing and begging... I don't remember what I was begging for. Deeper, harder, longer, whatever... it didn't matter. 

My cunt grew warm and the warmth spread rapidly throughout my body, to my arms and legs and head, and pleasure surged as I climaxed. My hips thrust up against him, trying to get the most out of this orgasm. 

I was slowly coming down from the high a process that can take a couple of minutes for me, when he came. He pulled out and finished himself, spurting a huge load all over my stomach.

It didn't matter where it went. I was still floating in the remnants of my own orgasm, letting the glow slowly recede. I didn't want it to go, but of course it did. My breathing slowed and I realized what he had done.

"You didn't have to. You could have cum inside," I said breathlessly. 

"I never take that chance unless I have permission. Good god you are a great fuck."

I reached up and pulled him down to me.

"You are a great fuck as well," I said in a low voice, and kissed him passionately. His come was getting squashed and smeared all over both our stomachs, as we pressed together. His still-hard cock was sliding against my pussy and I wiggled a little, rubbing against it.

"Mmmm.... you feel good," I said. "Do you always fuck your submissives after a scene? Is that your aftercare?"

I was grinning.

He smirked. "Nope. You are the first."

"Liar," I said. "Come here."

I pulled him down again and kissed him.

We cuddled for a half hour or so. He talked about how beautiful I was when bound, how much he had wanted to fuck me when I was helpless, how proud he was of how well I had taken a lot of strenuous predicament bondage. I flushed, complimented. The truth was all I had to do was endure it. He was the true artist.

We fucked again after a while. This time it was slow, careful, erotic, and with a lot of kissing. 

He came a third time. I've known many men that could do that, but usually it's difficult by the third time. Orlo didn't seem to have any problem and there was as much semen as ever oozing out of my cunt after he came. Yes, he came inside the third time. I wanted him to.

I was discovering just how sore I was from the bondage earlier. I knew from experience I would be in pain for a couple of days. Tylenol, Advil, some heating pads and ice packs were likely. But at the moment I was fucking.

Eventually I got up and went home.

I realized on the drive home I was gone a lot longer than planned, and my girlfriend would be expecting me, wondering where I was. I texted her to let her know I was late.

I also realized that while the bondage scene was well understood and accepted between me and my girlfriend, the subsequent fucking might be... more difficult to explain. I'd fucked the guy twice, in bed, without being tied up. Just... plain old sex. I didn't mean to cheat, but she might see it differently.

At the same time, I really want to see Orlo again. He's good. At more than one thing.

I haven't talked to my girlfriend yet, but I am doing research on Stockholm Syndrome. 

Experimental Threesome

A kinky lesbian threesome. Actually a new thing for me, but it happened. It was during the first dip of the covid outbreak, June had brought a reduction in the initial outbreak of cases and people were feeling a bit safer.

If you've read much of this blog, you will know the title "Slave Bride" isn't exactly accurate any more. I am no longer married, and am currently with a lovely female partner, Connie. (As always, names are changed to protect the guilty, including mine).

Connie and I have a little bit of a problem, though. I met her through the kink scene, but she is a submissive like me. Actually, she is more of a submissive than I am; she tends to crave humiliation and abuse, whereas I am not truly submissive-- I just love to be tied up and have control taken away from me. And orgasms while tied up and helpless. I do love orgasms.

I'm an effective switch. I prefer to be on the bottom, but can easily move to the top. I don't get off on it the way I do being tied up and teased, but I can put someone through their submissive paces just fine. So in our relationship, Connie and I either simply engage in vanilla sex for affection and intimacy, or I will act as top and satisfy her kink side.

We were sort of matched with an acquaintance by my old dom. She's an older (mid 50s?) but very attractive woman who enjoys being a lesbian top. The idea as presented was that a dominant woman could dominate both myself and Connie. I approached Connie with the idea and she didn't immediately vomit and tell me to fuck off, which was a good sign. Connie can be picky.

The arrangement was to rent a dungeon room at a place we know. As part of our submissive duty, Connie and I paid for the dungeon in advance. Two hours, $80 per hour. Not bad, actually, considering the room was equipped with a lot of gear we wouldn't normally have access to.

Our domme for the session, the older woman I mentioned, is named Renee. Renee is a beautiful, poised professional woman who is married but has an open marriage for purposes of her lesbian and kink side. I am not sure how much her husband knows about her hidden life, but I suspect he is not aware of everything that she does.

I usually enema myself before a session. More intense sessions can create situations where it can be difficult to contain one's self (so to speak) and I don't like having to worry about accidents. Making sure your bladder and bowels are empty before a two hour session is always a good idea.

In the course of my own domination of Connie I've given her a couple of enemas, and I recommended she do one as well. She didn't see the point (just being obstinate), but after I did myself she agreed and allowed me to do her. (It shows you something of our relationship, the fact my submissive 'allowed' me to give her an enema.)

 I do enjoy giving her an enema, I like to drag it out a while, make her hold it and feel her stomach, make love to her body a bit while she is distended with water. 

After we prepped ourselves at home, we got in the car and headed to the dungeon, which is about an hour and a half drive away from where we live. We got there in time, though just barely.

We were both nervous. I get nervous any time I see a new dominant because while basic limits are always discussed I tend to give the dominant a lot of freedom. I try to never use my safe word. New dominants are new experiences, and are unpredictable. 

The nerves are actually part of the excitement. Not knowing exactly what will happen. It's fun.

Connie was nervous too, I could tell because she was being crabby and grumpy. 

We'd been instructed to wait outside of the dungeon (a commercial S&M and kink venue that rents rooms and hosts parties). We were there five minutes early. It's always good to be early for a scene; being late guarantees rougher treatment.

We both received a text from Renee.

"Remove all your clothes. I will be there to get you in exactly four minutes. Do not disappoint."

Holy shit. It had begun. We were still outside and were being told to strip naked for our domme. I looked at Connie and she gave me a WTF look back.

"Uh, we are outside here, in public. I mean, in the car, in a back parking lot, but... um..."

"Hey, Siobhan, this was your idea and this is your domme. This is what we came for."

Connie is in many ways more submissive than me and being forced to strip in public would probably get her off. Not me, but I had bought into this and pulled my top off, then unhooked the bra and continued.

The sensation of stripping outdoors, feeling the air on your bare skin, exposing yourself to the potential gaze of others, is fascinating. Some people get off on it, and I guess I can see why. It's a sort of intense feeling, one that made me nervous and excited all at once. It sort of scared me, which is exactly what I was there for. Being a bit scared about what would happen.

"What do we do with our clothes?" I wondered. We were standing next to my car in the back parking lot.

"Car, I guess." Connie said. We had stripped completely. No glasses, jewelry, shoes, nothing. I was almost shaking I was so nervous. Someone saw us when they parked their car about four cars down. She did a double take, eyed us, but then turned and left.

Just then Renee appeared. She was clothed in rather kinky outfit, leather corset, tight black skirt, low cut top. Did I mention Renee has a great body? Not just for someone in their 50s, she has a great body in general.

She walked up to Connie who was looking at her with big eyes (she'd never met Renee) and slapped Connie across the face.

"Stop ogling me, bitch." 

Connie's eyes went to the ground. I grabbed one more glance of Renee and lowered my eyes as well.

Renee produced a collar and fit it around Connie's neck. That was a good start, Connie loves to be collared, it gives her the feeling of being owned. Renee collared me as well. The feeling of a tight, thick leather collar being locked in place around one's neck is always a little humbling. The lock really does it. I know at that point there is something going on my body I don't have the ability to remove.

Renee put leashes on both of us and led us toward the venue back door. A car drove by and slowed while the occupant eyed Connie and my naked bodies. It was embarrassing.

Inside we were led to the dungeon room, which is filled with various bdsm pieces. A St. Andrews cross, two wooden ponies, one with padding and one without, a bed with built in stocks and tie points, a metal bed with no mattress, just the metal meshing, chains and ropes descending from the ceiling in various places. This is why people come here and rent the place. Few doms have this wide a variety of equipment.

There is a sensation of being vulnerable when naked; it's sexy, but in places and situations where someone else is dominating and going to tie you up, it makes one feel naked mentally as well as physically. I already felt myself slipping into subspace, embracing the situation. I could also tell I was getting wet.

"Let's start with obeisance," Renee said. "Both of you, kneel before me. Assume the position."

I am familiar with the gorean slave positions, though only have a basic knowledge. I knew the obeisance position, though. and fell to my knees and put my forehead to the floor between my hands.

Whether she was unfamiliar (probably) or an uncooperative bitch (definitely), Connie didn't do it. She knelt but then sort of stared at Renee as if challenging her. Bad move (or good move, depending on your kink).

Renee had a flogger and immediately applied it to Connie's back. There was a sharp slapping noise as the tails sliced across Connie's flesh. "Down, bitch! How dare you look at me like that! Get your face on the floor!"

Apparently the flogger actually hurt quite a bit, because I heard Connie grunt as as she quickly imitated my position. 

"Ass up in the air! Up! Spread your legs! Both of you, you too, Siobhan, expose yourself to me!"

I moved my knees further apart, exposing my ass and cunt for her, and I knew Connie was doing the same.

Connie made a whimpering, grunting noise. My face was down on the floor (a tile, suitable for washing easily as it was probably a place where body fluids of various types ended up frequently) so I couldn't see. I peeked.

Renee had put on some latex gloves and inserted a finger into Connie's asshole. She had it up there all the way. She withdrew it and inserted two fingers, worming their way in against  Connie's resistance.

"Relax. It's going to happen, whether it is painful or not is up to you," Renee said. She wasn't using lube and was being persistent in pushing two fingers inside my girlfriend's ass. Connie actually did her best, I could see the look of concentration on her face.

Connie endured the discomfort and humiliation of having her ass reamed by two of Renee's fingers for about thirty seconds. I didn't watch, my eyes were supposed to be on the ground. I listened to her whimper slightly. I think it might have gone to three fingers at one point, but didn't see.

I'd briefed Renee on Connie's need for humiliation and degradation (a kink I don't share). Renee was having fun meeting some of Connie's needs. One of the things about Connie though, is she is a little bitch about it and can require some reminding.

Connie's anal exam didn't last long and it was time for what Renee had actually come here for, her kink. She liked to invoke pain on other women. 

She placed leather cuffs on my wrists. The cuffs were clipped together. Renee isn't a rope specialist, but good leather cuffs can do a fine job. 

A chain was hanging from the ceiling through one of several pulleys anchored in various places. Renee placed my cuffs in the hook and raised the chain. From the kneeling position my wrists went up into the air, pulling me to my feet and finally up until I was on my toes.

Connie was on the floor before me, kneeling, but looking around. She was not as cooperative as I was. She can be a real bitch at times.

Cuffs went on her and she was raised up into the air as well, facing me. I saw my girlfriend's body stretch out, her breasts hanging and shoulders and arms lifting and stretching, until she was on her toes as well. She grimaced slightly. Hanging with your body weight on your shoulders and arms is not comfortable, even if you have your toes to help.

I have to say I wanted Connie at that point. She is my girlfriend, my lover, and the sight of her strung up, naked body stretched before me, made me want to feel her and to make love to her. Unfortunately, I was stretched out and hanging as well, a moderately painful position. She eyed me as well, though I think she was paying more attention to her own predicament and sensations in her own body.

Renee got started quickly, not wasting time. She started with a single tail whip, an evil leather thing that when wielded properly would snap and leave deep marks on flesh. The real pain was about to begin.

The whip kissed my flesh first. My back. I was facing my girlfriend so the whip was probably not going to be applied to my front. The first lash is always a bit of a surprise, the pain is sudden and serious. It's easy to forget what it feels like after a few weeks away, and it had been a while. I grunted and tears came to my eyes.

Connie was watching me react. She hadn't seen me in any hard core kink sessions; she knew I took pain but had never actually observed it. 

The lash hit me again and again, about five to ten seconds between each strike. Just enough time to recover and steel yourself for the next one. This went on for a couple of minutes.

Then without warning there was the sound of the slap as the whip hit flesh but I didn't feel anything. Instead, Connie yelped, turned her head and jerked violently as the whip struck her across the shoulder blades. I watched her as the whip sliced across the naked flesh of her back just as it had mine. 

Connie is used to some pain, but I don't care how used to it you are, it still hurts and you still react to it. Connie had tears in her eyes and she bit her lip, no longer the little bitch. 

It was a real experience watching the pain in her face close up. She was about two feet from me, and I could see the pain and reaction in her eyes, the grimaces as she tried not to cry out, the wetness in her eyes as she tried to suppress tears.

Renee is a professional woman that has a real sadistic streak inside her that comes out at times like these. She enjoyed making Connie and me squirm.

After the first couple of strikes, Connie began rotating her body, moving away and trying to get away from the whip. A perfectly natural thing to do, which is why victims of whippings are generally secured. We were strung up by our wrists, but otherwise could move about, and Connie was definitely doing that, including lifting her legs.

That wouldn't do and Renee stopped to try and figure something out. She liked both of us strung up but wanted to make sure we couldn't struggle away. 

The answer was simple enough.

We hung on our toes, waiting. Connie was sweating by then. I wasn't but I was close. Connie had rivulets of sweat trickling between her breasts and down her forehead. It wasn't so much from the temperate, it was warm in the room but not super hot. It was from the pain and stress of being hung by wrists and the nerves. 

Renee came back and tied our stomachs together.

Our wrists were still above us, connected by the wrist restraints to ropes that went up through pulleys that were at least a couple of feet apart, and that pulled our shoulders and heads away from each other. Counteracting that was the stomach tie that pulled our bodies together.

That had the side effect of also pulling, almost grinding Connie and my hips together. I could feel my pubic bone pushing into hers, grinding as we struggled.

Yes, we struggled because this was an increasingly uncomfortable position. Not awful, but it was awkward and our weight was leaning weirdly and caused us to constantly try and keep our footing. Connie was moving and struggling almost continuously, which was useless because, well, we were tied securely together.

Renee didn't stop at that, she also tied our ankles together, assuring we would face each other and not move around very much. The effect was clear. Both Connie and I were stuck in position and couldn't escape the lash by wriggling around.

Renee let us hang there for a while. Connie's sweaty body was now pressed against mine. Our breasts touched, though because of the angle of the wrist ropes above us, we weren't pressed together. But my breasts are larger than average (Connie's are about average) and our nipples definitely kept brushing each other. 

I rather enjoyed that part, though it was a small part of the overall experience. I was sweating now too, perhaps because Connie's body was pressed against mine, and our sweat mingled and made our stomachs and hips slippery.

The whipping resumed after a few minutes. Renee was clearly enjoying herself. I caught a glimpse of her touching herself, rubbing as she looked at the two of us in our predicament, but she decided seeing us writhe in pain was more fun than masturbating.

She'd switched out the single tail for a flogger. Floggers are usually not as painful as a single tail, but it can depend on the flogger. This one was loose and had widely separated and flexible tails, and it hurt like a bitch.

Renee began whipping the two of us back and forth. She'd swing the flogger, strike my back then follow through with the stroke and swing it back against Connie, back and forth. Whack... whack... whack...whack...

I lost count. No one was counting. The strokes just kept coming. My back and ass and shoulders were on fire, even when Renee took a quick break to reposition herself my entire body was burning. Both Connie and I were sweating profusely.

Neither one of us could keep still as we were beaten. It wasn't ease to move, but when the flogger slapped and stung one of us we jerked, and that jerked the other one, and pretty soon we were not really able to keep on our toes any more-- we dangled from our wrists because each of us was constantly reacting to the painful strikes.

I could feel every reaction inside Connie's body, too. This was a first for me. Being that close, tied with my body pressed against someone else gasping and jerking from being whipped, in pain and feeling her pain as she panted and breathed and cried.

Connie began begging. 

"Please... please stop..." she cried. Renee didn't stop. She knew Connie had a safe word, just like I did, and unless it came out there would be no change in her plans.

Renee did change her approach though. She'd whipped both of our backs, hips, asses, shoulders and the tops of our thighs to where they were probably red and burning with a few welts. She wanted to get to our breasts.

So she threw a few strikes of the whip between our bodies, where they were pressed together. Our breasts were not squished together and Renee managed to get a few nice strikes in, though none of them really hurt that much.

None of the strokes reached the nipples, which would have hurt the most. It was clear she wasn't going to be able to get to our breasts in that position without whipping our faces, which was off limits as part of the scene limits. So the breast whipping actually turned out to be a rather nice respite from the much more painful back whipping.

I knew before hand that Renee was essentially a sadist, though a very sexual and sensual one. Her kink was causing pain in others, and satisfying a sexual desire afterwards (or during). She isn't as experienced with bondage and domination as most of the doms I visit, but on the other hand it is hard finding a good lesbian domme. So it was known going in that we were in for a whipping and maybe some other painful experiences. When engaging in kink, one has to share and accommodate the kinks and styles of your partners.

The whipping had gone on for a while, and the entire back side of my body was burning from the flogger; the sensations of feeling Connie's reactions to the pain were as much a part of the experience as anything. Being tied directly to her, it was almost as if I could feel her pain directly. 

The whipping finally stopped and Renee began the process of lowering us from the pulleys that kept us up on our toes. We sank down. Connie actually sank down to the ground, and because we were still tied together, I went down as well. We were both pretty sweaty by then and our naked bodies slipped and slid as we lay on the floor, still facing each other, though out heads and shoulders were not longer pulled apart. As a result our faces came together.

I went to kiss Connie, my usual reaction when her face is that close to mine, but she turned away. I think she was in too much pain to want to make out at that moment.

Renee untied our waist strap and the ankle restraints that kept us bound together. I rolled over on the floor; the vinyl flooring was cool on my burning back. The whipping was over, at least it seemed to be for now and I was panting, recovering

This didn't last long. Renee rolled Connie over, unclipping her wrist restraints from each other, bringing them around behind Connie's back and clipping them together again. I got the same treatment right after. 

We both lay on our stomachs on the floor, awaiting Renee's pleasure.

The whipping had been intense, but expected. I knew Renee had simple needs and they involved dominating and hurting other women. I expected to be whipped. Being tied to Connie as it happened, feeling every bit of her reaction at the same time as mine, was unexpected.

Renee sat down in a chair in front of us.

"Now, we shall have a contest. Siobhan, I want you to make Connie come. Get between her legs and make her cum. I in turn will try to make you cum. Whoever cums first loses. Winner gets to make me cum; loser gets a spanking."

Making someone else cum that doesn't want to is not easy. The whole idea of  'forced cums' is overdone. If someone really doesn't want to orgasm, they can usually stop it. Having them tied down at your mercy sort of helps, but still... I wondered how long we were be there trying to make each other cum.

I knew how to make Connie cum, that was my advantage. I'd eaten her out hundreds of times and could read her responses like a book. She was also at an extremely heightened sexual arousal at the moment. The scene so far had made her glistening wet, she wanted to cum, I knew. 

Well, so did I... I was wet as a mop myself. 

Renee grew tired of me balking and grabbed my by the hair, dragging me over and put my head between Connie's legs.

"Start. I will start as well."

I dived in, licking and suckling Connie's cunt, going a bit faster than I might usually but doing what I knew she liked best. Starting with the folds all around and slowly making my way to her clit. I would also use my tongue inside her with my nose rubbing her clit, that usually finished her off.

Suddenly my own clit exploded with sensation.

Renee had a clit vibrator right on my clit. No, not a clit vibrator, an electric toothbrush, those kinds that vibrate at a very high rate of speed.

"Oh fuck..." I moaned and began to wriggle away. My clit is very sensitive. I honestly don't know if it is any more or less sensitive than anyone else's clit because I have nothing to compare it to. I just know my clit is sensitive and the electric toothbrush trick was cheating. 

That kind of clit vibrator will bring me to orgasm without any trouble and there is literally nothing I can do about it except try and get away. Which I did, wriggling, but I was tied and Renee just let the vibrator follow my clit where ever it went. It was fucking relentless and overwhelming. 

I hated it. I hate having my clit stimulated so intensely, and yet it does the job. I tried to lick and suck Connie, but that vibrator had be rolling around and moaning and jerking and no matter what I did it followed me. The stimulation built relentlessly, my body responded in spite of anything I tried to do and I shuddered to an orgasm.

I lost the contest, easily. Renee had me on my back, hips up in the air to push against the vibrator as I shuddered to a climax, It took about two, maybe three minutes.

It's actually rather easy to tell when I am having an orgasm. I tend to be a bit loud about it, and my chest and neck flush, nipples hard as a rock. It can't be hidden.

Renee kept the vibrator on my clit for a little while after the orgasm began to fade, frustrating me even further. I hate that, being tied up and helpless and having someone stimulate my most sensitive area. It's almost as bad as needles under the fingernails.

Fortunately she stopped after a minute and I flopped down exhausted.

"We have a winner!" Renee cooed. "Siobhan, you get to watch. Connie, don't disappoint me or I will be making you take Siobhan's place for the punishment spanking."

Connie, still restrained and in a very submissive mood, knelt before Renee as she was teased and instructed.

"Now, start off with a gentle licking, kissing. I want you to make love to my pussy, not treat it like some cock. Make the sensations build, the excitement build. "

"I know you are experienced with Siobhan, the two of you probably go at it once a day. So show me your best technique."

"Yes, ma'am," Connie croaked. She was collared and leashed, and I knew from the lingering taste in my mouth her cunt was soaking wet. This was what her psyche needed; an overbearing mistress demanding perfection and threatening punishment if it didn't happen.

I lay on the floor and observed as Connie moved in to Renee's crotch, doing her best to follow instructions.

Renee half sat on the edge of a bench (used to strap people down) and spread her legs. I watched from the floor as I saw her cunt exposed for the first time, then as it disappeared behind Connie's head as it moved in.

Renee clearly enjoyed the attention. She watched for a little while then put her head back, closing her eyes and sighing. Her breathing was getting a little faster as Connie worked her cunt. I could hear slurping. Not loud, but there was definitely something wet going on.

My bondage wasn't super tight, like I prefer, because it was leather cuffs and clips. But it was definitely enough to keep me in one place and not able to move. It was frustrating watching Connie pleasure Renee. I wanted it. Either side. I either wanted to feel and taste Renee, or have someone pay attention to my own pussy.

But I had to lay there and watch as Renee slowly breathed faster, then grabbed Connie's head and shoved it in between and against her pussy hard. 

"Keep going," Grunted Renee. "Harder. That's it.... god yes..."

It didn't take that long. I suspect Renee had been quite aroused by the whipping she'd delivered to both of us and a climax was easy in coming.

Connie's tongue was out continuously, rubbing onto Renee's clit hard. Renee moved her hip and jerking, convulsive movements against Connie's face.

I turned away. I didn't want to watch, but I heard Renee cum. She was panting and let out a serious of sharp, deep moans, then held her breath for a moment then moaned a few more times.

The slurping slowed and stopped.

"Good girl. I think I shall give you a reward. What would you like," Renee purred. "Would you like to whip your mate there, or would you like her to give you an orgasm like you just gave me?

Connie would take the orgasm for sure. She was the only one of the three of us that hadn't had one, primarily because in spite of my best efforts I had been distracted and diverted and hadn't been able to finish her.

"I want to whip her," Connie said.

I turned my head back to them, surprised. "What?"

Connie looked at me with an evil glint. "I can get an orgasm from you most days of the week, but I want to try whipping your ass."

"Oh... fuck..."

Connie is not a top, not a domme. She generally has no interest in dominating someone else. But she can be a royal bitch. So when she said she wanted to whip me, I was scared.

"Give her an orgasm, bitch. Do it." Renee barked an order. She didn't need to, I was able and willing.

 I was still laying on the floor, cuffed and linked into a loose hogtie with my wrists and arms strapped to my ankles. Connie straddled me, turning me over and sat on my face.

Well, at least she wasn't going to whip me, I thought. She's on my face. 

Her pussy, the one I know very well and eat out at least a couple of times a week and usually more, was smashed into my face aggressively. She began rocking back and forth, sliding her extremely wet lips all over my face, basically using me as a human sybian. My face was her masturbation toy and she was abusing it.

I did my best, honestly. I worked on her with my tongue, my lips, my nose. She was really in control though, I just worked with whatever movements she was doing.

My breathing was also stifled. She was covering my nose and mouth most of the time and I simply could not breathe. Yeah, that was the idea, I guess, but it still was difficult. I concentrated on taking quick breaths whenever she slid down to get my tongue on her clit. That was a split second and just barely enough time to gasp. 

I swear she had an orgasm but she either didn't or she wanted more and soon twisted around so her pert little ass as smashed onto my nose and demanded I keep going. That's when she started whipping my pussy.

My nose, which previously had been called into action to rub on my girlfriend's clit as she slid down, suddenly discovered her ass and sphincter. She was clean thank god (remember we both had enemas before coming, this was a perfect example of why). But she still smelled slightly and I didn't like the way she ground down on my face as she slid forward. Connie likes a little ass play but this was the first time she'd used my nose for it.

Clearly I wasn't doing good enough of a job because I suddenly felt my pussy explode in stinging pain.

"MMffmfmff...." I yelped into folds of pussy flesh. 

Renee, ever accommodating, had given Connie a riding crop and Connie was using it liberally on my cunt.

My legs weren't tied or forced apart, but the fact my wrists were fastened to them tended to pull them apart. The pain made me automatically jerk my knees together but just trying to lick, suck and breathe made it hard to keep myself closed. Whenever I loosened my knees, spreading a bit, I got another stinging whack.

I have to tell you, the crop didn't hurt that bad, I've been in a lot more pain (including during the whipping earlier). But a constant whacking rhythm in a sensitive area builds up and before long I was crying real tears. They mixed with Connie's pussy juices and just helped the entire slippery mess as she came (probably a third time).

We had reached the end of our rented time in the room and someone banged on the door.

Things came to a screeching halt, which was good because I was beginning to see spots from not being able to breathe.

"Kiss and make up before leaving," Renee instructed. We did as told. I swore I would get back at Connie next time I switched and she ended up on the bottom. Heck, maybe that's why she did it, what she intended.

We dressed. Gingerly. Renee was grinning and happy. Connie was sore, but I was more sore. That last pussy beating was going to make it hard to sit down for a few days.

Renee kissed us both, a genuine intimate kiss of a satisfied lover.

"I hope you guys had fun," she said. "I did, but I really tried for you too."

I nodded, noting my bra was chaffing against some welts from the whipping. "Yeah... actually it was really good. Maybe again sometime?"

I glanced at Connie, who was the wild card here. She had to be convinced to come in the first place.

Connie nodded as she got her shoes on and tied them. "I had a lot of fun," she said. "It should have been longer and you should have been more aggressive," she added. "I like more humiliation."

"And I like... well, we can discuss it later," I said, "I can give you tips and ideas. If you want them."

"I'd love them," Renee said.

All in all the session was rather straightforward. Renee knows what she likes, which is doling out pain to other women, and her experience is limited. But she shows potential. Connie was OK and enjoyed the whole experience and it looked like the start of a potential new play activity for us. All in all not bad.

Covid resurged soon after that and future sessions were put on hold for a while.

Teaser

 When I was much younger, barely past 18, I acquired one of my first real doms. He was married to a submissive woman who loved very kink activities. They'd do rigging demonstrations at some of the open bondage gatherings, and were active in seeking partners for various types of play.

It was through this dom I experienced my first armbinder (equipment most people don't invest the money in) and real strappado. In later life I sought him out to perform a crucifixion on me. I didn't have many others that I trusted, and while he was out of state by then I was willing to travel to see him. 

One of the things he introduced me to that I've had a lot of fun with since, was kidnap scenes. Role-play, essentially, where I would be kidnapped, taken to a location and used / abused. The first time we did this it was for a Saturday afternoon. I loved it. I sank into subspace so deeply he and his wife had to care for me an hour after the scene was over.

Because it went well, we eventually decided to try a weekend-long scene. I'd be abducted sometime Friday afternoon. We arranged a bar pickup, where I would dress as slutty as I could and attract as many men as I could, though I would reject them all until my dom came in. Then I would tease and flirt with him and eventually agree to head back to his place, except things would not go as planned (for me).

My dom was also one that hated teases. I found out later he thought I was a tease, probably because I have an unconscious tendency to flirt with  others, both men and women.

We did several weekend kidnap scenes, and they were mentally exhausting but extremely rewarding. The world would shrink into the little space I was in and all I wanted was to please my captors. The dom put a lot of effort into these scenes as well, making sure they were well done, scary, painful, and filled with orgasms. 

Recently I agreed to write up some of my experiences in the weekend kidnap scenes for a friend of mine, a guy who also hated teasers and told me I was a tease.

When he heard I had been kidnaped and punished for an entire weekend for being a tease, he wanted to do it himself. I told him no, but I did write up a modified version of my experiences for him. I took some of the episodes, activities, feelings, events from the several kidnap scenes we had done, embellished them and glued them together, and created the story.

This story is published on Unnaturally Bound, here:

Teaser

Don't think much happened exactly the way I describe it. I absolutely do not remember the exact dialogue from 20 years ago, and it leaves out long periods sleeping in a locked closet in the dark and eating at the dinner table with my captor, and other boring things. It's been written based on my experiences, but I would say it was only about 60-70% accurate. But the core of it is based on my true experiences.