Enema

It is embarrassing to admit that will all my experiences, the various men and women I have been with and kinky activities I have submitted myself to, I had never been given any sort of a forced enema. Now, I have to admit that I did receive an enema during a medical procedure when I was about 14 but it was sterile, uninteresting and I was half out of it anyway.

So, when Jason decided that my punishment for making him stop on a recent road trip for an unscheduled (and inconvenient) bathroom break was to be an enema, I didn't know what to think or expect.

It wasn't fair, really. We were traveling across northern Arizona and I had been drinking my usual large diet coke. I misjudged the distance between towns. I held it as long as I could but I needed to go, badly. My bladder was actually beginning to hurt. Have you ever had that happen, when you need to go so badly that you are actually in pain? Well, it was happening.

Jason pulled over to the side of the freeway and told me to pee in the dirt. I was shocked and humiliated.

"Jason, I am sorry. Is there any way we can find a place to pull over a little better? Is there a gas station or something coming up, even if it isn't a town?"

"Siobhan, I am tired of your constant physical quirks and needs. You need to get control of your body, and if you won't do that I will. You need to pee, then pee. Now."

I looked around. There were cars whizzing by at 80mph, and this strip of road was barren. No shrubs or bushes, just the car to hide me. I was blushing bright red as I pulled my jeans down and crouched close to the car.

"Step away from the car, and take those pants off. I don't want my car or your pants to get splattered because you can't control yourself," Jason commanded in a tired but firm manner.

I obeyed, stepping a few feet from the car and then slipping off my pants. My face was bent down, I was trying to ignore my nakedness that would be visible to all the cars driving past, however fast they were going. I crouched again and tried to pee.

It wasn't easy. I had held it so long it was hard to let go, and the knowledge that random strangers would see me squatting and knew exactly what I was doing humiliated me and made it even harder.  Finally I got the stream going and felt incredible relief as the urine flowed out of my bladder. I wiped myself with a tissue, pulled my pants back on, and we climbed back into the car and drove on.

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A few days later we were back home and back to work. It was a Wednesday, the middle of the work week and I was in the swing of our routine. I work as a director of IT at a large company. No one there knows of my ownership, though the collar I wear is clear for all to see. Most assume it is simply a piece of jewelry (they don't know it can't and isn't removed).

When I got home I removed my clothes, as is my current habit, and put on a simple leather harness that Jason has provided. I began preparing the evening meal, and cleaning up so the house would be nice for my owner when he came home from work.  We ate and enjoyed the evening together. Jason played with me with some clamps after dinner, which always makes me feel special and loved. I do enjoy it when he pays attention to me and makes me feel beautiful. He told me my discomfort makes me more beautiful and desirable to him.

He then informed me of his disappointment over the incident where I had to pee along side of the road. It had embarrassed him, as well as myself, and he had promised a punishment. He had decided on the punishment and was going to administer it tonight. This punishment would begin a new phase in my training as his slave and property -- and emphasis on training me to control my body functions.

My stomach felt like cold ice. He had something in mind and I knew it was going to be unpleasant.

Jason led me to the bedroom and told me to lay face down on the bed, with my legs and hips extended over the edge. This position made me nervous because I have been in it several times before when he has administered anal punishment and it gave me a hint as to what was coming. I obediently lay on the bed, my breasts and face pressing into the comforter.

My legs were spread and fastened into a spreader bar. My ankles were held about three feet apart. Not a huge amount, but enough to prevent me from closing access to the sensitive parts between my legs. He grabbed my left wrist and pulled it behind my back and I felt the cold metal of handcuffs snap in place. The cuffs were attached to my leather harness, so when my right wrist was also fasted in place, my hands were held high up my back, away from my ass.

I waited nervously.

Turning my head to the side I could see Jason take out a set of flesh colored rubber gloves, the kind they used in hospitals. My body was shaking a little in anticipation of the pain that was undoubtedly in store, and I thought I might lose control of my bladder and pee on the floor.

I turned my face into the blanket of the bed and started crying. Jason punishes me periodically for misbehavior, and I knew this session was not going to be fun. Rough hands covered with latex grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. A strip of duct tape covered my mouth and then my head was released. My face buried back into the bed and I continued crying.

Rubber fingers spread my ass cheeks. I automatically clenched, reacting to the intrusion.

"Relax, and this will be a lot easier. This won't hurt too badly if you cooperate," he said.

I tried to relax. His fingers reached in deeper and touched my anus. I contracted, and then tried hard to release.

After examining my ass he left me and went into the bathroom. I lay waiting, unable to move much and wondering what was coming. The noise of water running in the bathroom gave me my first hint, and I turned to observe Jason filling a remarkably large rubber bag. It must have held two gallons and he was filling it to the top.

Tears flowed afresh from my eyes and began to wet the bed beneath my fact. I knew what was coming as he returned from the bathroom and positioned himself between my spread legs. His rubber gloved hand spread my ass cheeks forcefully and one finger pushed hard against my anus, slipping in relatively easily.

His finger withdrew and I realized he had simply been inserting and spreading some lube into my opening. The next moment I felt something very hard like a plastic finger pressing against my anus, pushing hard and then breaking through. It slid easily inside with the lube he had applied. It was impossible to tell how far it slid but it felt like at least six inches. With a final shove, a large lump in the nozzle pushed into my rectum and my anus instinctively clenched shut behind it, keeping it inside.

It was useless to plead, but I tried anyway. The gag muffled my moans and cries but I tried. Jason caressed by bare ass, sliding his fingers over my hips and between my legs, feeling every fold, as I cried.

Between the leg spreader, my hands cuffed behind my back, and the tape gag, I was going nowhere and was pretty much helpless. I lay still and tried to breathe, still laying on the bed on my stomach with my ass and legs hanging over the edge.

Then I felt it. It was cool at first and then cold, spreading from my rectum and then up into my bowels. The plastic finger of the enema nozzle released cold water gushing into my insides. I moaned and then growled into my gag and struggled a bit. The water kept coming, creeping higher as it filled my lower intestines. At this point I was humiliated more than anything. Jason continued to touch and feel my body as the cold water flowed into me.

As the water flowed in the cold sensation was accompanied by a bloated feeling. This gave way to cramps. The cold water inspired my intestines to begin peristalsis, the natural contractions designed to repel and eject matter out the anus. Except, of course, the matter was coming in through my anus so the contractions just made it worse. I moaned in pain and tried to draw my knees up to make it a little easier.

After a couple of minutes Jason cut off the flow of water. "I think we will give you a rest before we continue the flow. Let your bowels have a chance to adapt."

I turned my head and saw Jason removing his pants. His cock was hard and I couldn't help become aroused at the site. Jason is quite a site; fit, healthy, and his cock is large enough to satisfy any woman. Seeing it hard and standing out made me want him, in spite of the full, bloated feeling.

The cramps subsided after a while, though the feeling of bloating did not. Jason returned to the enema bag and began the flow again.

Additional cramps hit me almost immediately. I yelped and writhed a little. I didn't think it was normal to have this much fluid in an enema; it was getting really painful. The cramps hit me throughout my entire abdomen and I moaned and cried as I writhed helpless against the handcuffs and leg spreader. Jason caressed my body, feeling my muscles contract and struggle, enjoying my pain.

Finally the enema bag was empty, though my bowels were full well beyond capacity. I wasn't crying any more but I was moaning against the tape gag and trying to draw my knees up to my stomach to relieve the cramping. It felt horrible.

"Now, my love, I will be removing the nozzle. When I do, I don't want any accidents. Nothing. Not a drop. If there is, we will have to continue this mode of training in much more detail, and with more severe consequences." Jason caressed my face, and I looked up and nodded to show him I understood.

Slowly, he pulled the enema nozzle out. It was impossible not to let some of the water out, and I clenched my sphincter as tight as I could against the plastic finger as it slid out. With a final sensation very similar to releasing some shit into a toilet, the nozzle slid all the way out and I closed my ass muscles as hard as I could.

I can not tell you how hard it was to keep all the water inside. My body was screaming at me to expel the foreign substance, the muscles of my intestines were contracting and pressing to move it down and out, and yet I was holding my ass shut as tight as I could. It was horrible, painful, agonizing. I started breathing in short pants, coping with the pain and natural urges. My legs drew up even though my ankles were held apart by the spreader. I whimpered.

Jason took hold of my shoulders and pulled me across the bed until my head was near the edge. I think it would have been easier to hold the water in if I had not been laying on my stomach. In this position, it was more painful and difficult to retain the liquid. It took every bit of my concentration and effort.

The tape gag was removed from my mouth. I gasped for air, breathing even harder. I knew better than to beg for mercy, that made Jason angrier and would result in more punishment. I panted, breathing through my mouth now, keeping the water inside my distended belly.

As I lay with my head hanging just over the edge of the bed, Jason presented his cock before my face. In the back of my mind I knew what I had to do but the pain of retaining the enema was occupying my mind completely. Jason brought my attention back to him by slapping my face.

"Suck it." His command was calm, simple, and to be obeyed.

I did. I took his large cock in my mouth and sucked it in as deep as I could. My tongue spread and pressed and played with the underside of his member. He withdrew it most of the way and my lips slid and stimulated the head, and he plunged deep in again. In this way, he began fucking my mouth.

I honestly believe I could have held the enema if it hadn't been for the distraction of his cock choking me from the other end. He pushed in and out, penetrating my face, using me to stimulate his member until with a grunting moan he pulled just out of my mouth and spurted semen all over my face. It went onto my hair, into my eyes, and up my nose. My eyes stung and I coughed slightly.

That's when it happened.

It wasn't a lot, but enough to soil my ass and dribble down across my pussy and puddle on the comforter. Jason checked it, and confirmed what had happened.

"I am sorry, Siobhan, but it appears you can't control yourself. We will have to schedule some punishment and more training for body function control."

He left the room. I remained on the bed, his semen drying on my face, my hips laying in a pool of my own diarrhea. I hung my head in humiliation, still concentrating on keeping the enema inside and not making my failure worse. Tears trickled slowly down my cheeks.

When Jason came back he was dressed again, and he unlocked the handcuffs and removed the leg spreader. I lay on the bed, afraid that any movement would make me lose control again. The pain was making me shudder and convulse as it had spread across my entire abdomen and stomach. I was nauseous, afraid I would vomit.

"Go relieve yourself, and then clean up."

I carefully slid across the bed and then into the bath room. walking in tiny steps as if I was an old, old woman. Each step renewed the pain. I could see how my stomach was distended from all the water inside. Sitting on the toilet, I let loose to an explosion, a steady stream that seemed to go on and on. When it finally slowed and stopped, I sat there still, knowing that some of the water had made its way high up inside me and would be appearing at any moment. And it did; after about a minute, there was another stream of water with chunks of feces that shot out. The relief was huge.

Fifteen minutes later, I had showered quickly and was changing the bedspread and sheets. The room smelled of my body and I continually flushed in embarrassment.

Late that evening, I was feeling better and the room was clean and fresh. I lay next to Jason and he held me in his arms, protecting and caring for me. I had stopped crying and was wrapped around him lovingly. He let me know that we would be revisiting the practice of controlling my body functions in various ways. It was all right. It was my purpose to serve him and suffer for him.

And, for now, it was over and I was in his arms.

Discovering Play

I had discovered self bondage almost by accident, but it had such a powerful impact on me that I had played with it more and more, learning how to tie basic knots, how to gag myself, and so on.  The problem was that to be truly bound and helpless, you had to have a way to get out that wasn't under your control. I wasn't experienced in timed release mechanisms and the like, and being a young teen living at home with parents, most methods were not available to me due to cost, complications, or unreliability. Self bondage was therefore an adventure that I continued, but also a continuing frustration.

My first relief came during a sleepover with a few other girlfriends; my friend Teresa had invited myself and two others over while her parents were out of town. She had permission, and her parents figured it would be OK; she was a babysitter after all and was used to being on her own.  I brought a bottle of vodka and Janine brought some rum, and we were set.

After a couple of hours of drinking, I was about ready for anything. We had been swapping sex stories about various guys we had dated, and it was easy to bring the conversation around to the topic of bondage. I just mentioned that my boyfriend had wanted to tie me up.

"Yeah, he was wanting to tie my wrists behind my back. God, I don't believe how kinky he is..." I giggled a little.

"God, he is! You wouldn't let him do that, would you?" Coleen, the sporty girl in the group asked with big eyes.

"I don't know. It probably doesn't matter, because I am sure I could get out of anything he tried to tie me in."

Teresa wasn't buying it. "You are way too confident. I bet he could tie you up and rape you and there would be nothing you could do about it. Don't let him."

"I don't believe it. No way," I shook my head. "I could get out of any tie he tried. I am sure of it."

"Well, since you are so confident, why don't you let us tie you up and see if you can get out of it? Hmmm?" Cindy was the snide one of the bunch. I believed she actually wanted to tie me up.

"OK. Let's do it. I challenge you to tie me up so I can't get out. I let you tie me, and then I have up to half an hour to get out."

"HA! You are on!" Cindy was eager. "But what do we get if you can't get out? Hmmm?"

Teresa had an idea. She ran off, and then came back with something. She brandished it and announced proudly, "Here is your punishment. If you can't get out, we get to do you with this!"

It was a dildo. It had to be her parents. I couldn't believe it. I had seen pictures, but had never seen one "live" before. It was way bigger than I thought it would be. I had fucked my boyfriend Kevin by then and was no virgin, but this was something new.

"What? What are you going to do with that?"

"Fuck you, of course. You can't get untied, we get to use this on you!" Teresa was positively drooling with the idea, Cindy was as well. Coleen didn't look so sure.

"Wait, guys... that's your parent's. They are going to know you used it, and besides, its not ... sanitary.. ugh..."

Cindy pulled something out of her purse. It was a condom. "See? Perfectly hygienic. Lubed, too. I know because I used one last Saturday with Sean."

Little did these girls know that this was beyond my wildest dreams.

They made me take my PJs and panties off because they said that when I failed to get out of the ropes they would need me naked for the consequence -- the dildo. I pouted and complained but finally removed everything. I stood before them naked.

"Lay down on the bed. Face down." Cindy was taking the lead. I did as I was told, laying on my stomach on the middle of her bed. Coleen grabbed one of my wrists and pulled it behind my back. Cindy grabbed the other and crossed them together. I felt the rope going around my wrists and knew it was a mistake. Looping rope around like that would be easy to get out of.

But then, after two loops, Cindy shifted and looped the rope across my wrists in the other direction. I could feel the tie tightening against my wrists. It was at that point I began to consider I might have a tough time getting out of the ropes, and the thought immediately had me aroused. I was getting wet. I hoped it wasn't obvious.

My head was forced into the pillow and my hands were secured behind my back. I thought they would stop there, but they didn't.

"There is extra rope," Coleen was saying. I could feel Cindy taking it and pulling my wrapped wrists tight. I grunted a bit and wriggled.

"We aren't done yet. No wiggling." Cindy straddled my back, holding me down. Feeling her pussy against my bare back turned me on even more. Coleen and Teresa grabbed my ankles and bent my legs back toward my wrists.

"Hey..." I said, muffled into the pillow.

"Quiet, Siobhan, we never said what we would tie. This is part of the deal." The rope was going around my ankles in the same criss cross pattern. Cindy was pulling it tight. I felt her breasts brushing my bare ass cheeks and felt my arousal spike from the sensation. God, I was hot. My wrists really were tied tightly, and my ankles were well on their way.

Finally the rope was tight around my ankles and I was in a loose hogtie.

"Tuck the extra rope... what do we do with it? She will get loose if you leave it out like that?" Teresa was observing and commenting.

"Here," Coleen said, taking the remaining rope. Apparently there was a lot of it. She pulled my ankles up in back, forcing my back into a slightly curved position. She then threaded the rope under my body at the waist, back to my wrists, wrapped around a few more times my wrists and my waist. When she was done, my legs were pulled back tightly, my wrists were held up at the small of my back, unable to move, and the whole thing was secured with the rope going around my waist.

I was tied up, and good. I began to wonder if Cindy had experience at this.

"OK, Siobhan. Half an hour." Teresa was giggling.

On the one hand, there I was, naked and struggling on my friend Teresa's bed, tied tighter than I had ever been able to tie myself. I wriggled and writhed, uncomfortable from the angles of my legs, back and arms. It was humiliating and somewhat painful.

On the other hand I was so aroused I thought I was going to orgasm right then.

Struggling on the bed, I rolled over to my side. My body was tied back in the reversed "O" of a good hogtie, and it thrust my breasts and stomach out. The other girls were watching me, enjoying every minute of my struggle. I, on the other hand, was finally feeling the helplessness of being totally under another's control; I was tied up and discovering there was no way out. I could see my tormentors and it turned me on. Right at that moment, there was only one thing that would have made me more excited and happier.

Unfortunately, I was going to have to wait another 25 minutes for that.

I lay on the bed, straining and writhing, as Coleen went out and got some chips from the kitchen. The three girls sat and munched, drinking the rum as I struggled and writhed. My legs split open, showing off my pussy for them all to see.

"You know something, I think this might be the hottest thing I have ever seen." Teresa was staring at me. I could tell she was aroused.

"You know what she needs?" Cindy got up and picked up something from the floor. The other girls looked at it with a curious look. It was the panties I had removed just a half hour before. Cindy moved over to me and as I opened my mouth to ask what she was doing she shoved the panties into my mouth. My eyes got big and I squealed a muffled noise of surprise.

"Oh, that's just perfect. Oh, yes. Wait, that needs something!" Teresa ran off and returned with duct tape.

"Mppphpmpppphhhh!!!!!!" I cried. The tape made a tearing sound as she pulled it off the roll and spread it halfway around my face.  "MPPSHJHHHHPPPJHHHHHH!!!"

"She is soooo getting off on this!" Teresa was saying to Cindy. Coleen had moved into position to begin my dildo fucking. I had 10 minutes before that began, but it appeared she was eager.

Colleen reach between my legs and carefully touched my pussy. She pulled her fingers back and proclaimed with some disbelief, "Hey... guys... she is like. Wet. Really, wet."

I was, too. Colleen's touch had almost made me cum, right then. I had never had sex with a girl before, but I was ready. I wanted any of the girls to touch me, control me, take me while I was bound and helpless.

"OMG... she is! Come here, Teresa, feel this!" Cindy had touched me as well. I writhed helplessly on the bed, making muffled mewling noises.

Teresa touched me. No, she didn't just touch me, she felt me up. Slid her fingers across and down my slit. I writhed and pressed against her. My nipples were hard. I wanted them to do me, then, right then.

But they didn't. They held back, intent on reaching the thirty minute mark. The frustration was incredible. My ankles and wrists throbbed. My back was cramping. I kept flushing with embarrassment from the way I exposed myself as I wriggled. I collapsed back and lay quiet for a while until the cramps set in and then wriggled again to try and find a better position.

My first warning that I had reached the end of the 30 minutes was the feeling of something hard pressing against my pussy lips. I raised my head with a jerk and saw Teresa between my splayed legs with a determined smile. As she pushed harder, slipping the naturally soft dildo deep inside me, I moaned and rolled over, spreading my legs wide and pushing back.

She raped me slow, to begin with. A steady slow rhythm, slow in and then a little quicker out. Slow in again, a little deeper, then faster out. Slowly the rhythm gained momentum. I shuddered and came, an orgasm that made me forget where and who I was.

It continued. Teresa didn't stop. Whether she didn't know I had orgasmed or didn't care, she kept going, increasing the rhythm, moving the dildo from side to side, alternately pressing against my clit and my anus. My hips continued thrusting back against it and my muscles strained against my bonds.

I didn't want to get free. I wanted the restraints. They brought me to orgasm so much faster. Colleen was in front of me kissing my face, brushing the hair away gently. I was sweating profusely, and the rhythm of the fucking was getting faster. My hips were struggling along with it and I was moaning behind the panty gag as best I could. Colleen had my breasts then, hands around then, pinching the nipples. The dildo plunged in so deep I could feel it pressing my cervix up and yet I thrust against it, asking for more.

I came again. This time loudly, or as loud as the gag would let me. I panted and cried out, muscles shaking and straining as I bucked against the unnatural thing penetrating me deeply.

And then it was over. They were untying me. The gag came off and I gasped, panting for air. The ropes holding my wrists were unwound, and my legs released.

Cramping hit me even worse. I had to ease my limbs out ever so slowly, straightening out one inch at a time.

Cindy was grinning the whole time. "Gosh, Siobhan. You sorta enjoyed that. A lot. If I didn't know better I would say you are one kinky bitch."

Colleen held my head, watching to make sure I was OK.

"One kinky lesbian bitch," Teresa said. "You made that look like I wanted to join in. Like... I have never really wanted to touch a girl before, but babe... you make me want you."

I grinned at Teresa at that moment, and then reached up to Colleen and kissed her full on the lips.

"Just promise me we can do this again, sometime," I said.

The Collar

When we were married and I became the committed, owned slave of my master and husband Jason, I received a ring on my finger representing my commitment as a wife. In addition, I received a collar, a neck ring if you will. This collar represents my becoming an owned thing, giving up all my self will in favor of obedience to my master.

The collar can not be removed without a special tool which Jason keeps safely hidden in a location I am unaware of. He can remove it, but I can not. It is loose enough to fit comfortably around my neck but just tight enough it would never go over my head. It is a beautiful steel, shiny and decorative. It can be cut through but not without a metal saw, which would be difficult and rather dangerous that close to my skin.

My collar is a part of me now. A constant reminder of who I am and my position in life. The fact that only one man can remove it is both symbolic and very real; I am tied to Jason both psychologically and physically.

I keep the collar beautiful, shining and oiling it as needed. It is always kept clean. I usually wear a decorative pendant, containing a jewel of some sort. My favorite is a sapphire piece that Jason gave me for my birthday.

Very few people ask about my collar. Those who don't know assume it is simply my favorite piece of jewelry. Those who do know... well... they know. A couple of times someone has asked if it was indeed a slave collar; I have always been proud to answer that it is, that I am owned property.

More Self Discovery

My first experience trying to tie myself up was unsatisfactory in that I never really achieved a complete helplessness. At the time, I didn't think it could be achieved, but felt that I wanted it. I began daydreaming about being tied up in ways that I could not escape from.

I did a little research, and played with knots when I could. My parents and brother were usually home and I couldn't really do much with them around, but I actually learned some things in the privacy of my own room. Then one day, my parents and brother went out and were not scheduled to return until dinner time. I had a solid four hours to play alone, and I prepared for it.

The parents left, telling me not to get into trouble. I was 14, a freshman in high school, and was still a virgin but just barely. I had been dating a couple of guys informally and sneaked out to see one of them when I could. I could easily have gotten one of them over to get into trouble, but at this point I wanted to see what I could do alone.

This time, I stripped first. The experience before was exciting and turned me on, a lot. I wanted to experience that again. The sensation of being naked increased my sense of daring, as well as making me feel vulnerable and excited. I was wet between my legs before I removed my panties. Touching myself with my hand, I rubbed my clit for a while, just feeling the sensation of being completely naked in the house, and the sensual turn on of anticipating being tied up.

I began with my ankles. It was an easy decision. This time though, I crossed my ankles before tying, and used the rope to crisscross the ankles. This spread my legs while still tying me securely. I tested the tie a bit, making sure it was secure, and then played with myself for a while, masturbating and  taking the wetness on my fingers to my nipples.

Next, I took some panties from my laundry. They weren't "dirty", but they weren't fresh either. I put them in my mouth, pushing the cloth deep inside the cavity of my left cheek, then inside the center over my tongue, and then pushing into my right cheek. It wasn't nearly enough. I could feel that the gag wasn't complete, so I got up to find some more cloth.

And fell over, because my ankles were tied. DUH. Rather than untie and retie my ankles, I dragged myself over to my laundry and sorted through for something suitable. All I found was a pair of gym socks. I considered briefly whether I wanted them stuffed inside my mouth and decided it would have to do. Restuffing my panties in, I followed them with the socks. When I was done, my cheeks were bulging and my tongue was pushed down and back, my mouth was so full. I dragged myself back to my desk where I had some wide silver tape I had gotten from my dad's tool box.

The cloth kept coming out. I stuffed it back in and then started wrapping the tape around my wide open but full mouth. My hair was tied back in a pony so it wasn't too hard to get the tape all around my head and around my mouth several times. After about 10 wraps around, I decided it was secure and stopped for a bit to consider my next move.

That gag was strong and effective. I couldn't make much noise. I sat on the floor with my knees spread and masturbated some more. The feeling of helplessness I wanted was coming on and exciting me as I moved my fingers inside myself, pushing and sliding over my clit. My nipples were hard. I pinched them, and felt a surge of pleasure and excitement. I pinched them harder, feeling a little pain that simply excited me more. It was then I had another idea.

Mouth gagged securely and ankles tied I dragged myself into the bathroom next to my own room. There I found a basket that contained what I wanted - clothespins. I grabbed a handful and dragged myself back to my room. I was getting rug burn and realized I wasn't as prepared as I thought I was. Time to get a move on.


One clothespin in hand, I pulled and massaged one erect nipple to its fullest and then placed the clamp on it. As the spring pressed down and closed on the sensitive flesh, I emitted a muffled yelp! It hurt a lot more than I thought it would. I quickly removed the pin, and yelped again as it came off. Wow, that was intense. But I wanted it, desperately. Weirder and weirder I thought, but I was so hot and aroused by now I could take the pain. I put the clamp back on my left nipple, cringing at the pain and waiting a moment before massaging my right breast, pulling the nipple out and clamping it as well.

Fuck, it hurt. But strangely as I sat there and felt the pain, it seemed to diminish. It ached, but I could take it.

I took a rope down from the top of my desk. It had been pretied in a way I had learned by doing a little research. It was a way of tying my wrists by using a knot that was already tied in a loop, then just pulling the loop tight.  I had already thought through how to pull on the loop to tighten around my wrists. The other end of the rope would go around my ankles, of course!  They would naturally pull and tighten the loop, right?

One end of the rope went around my ankles. It was looped, not tied. I pulled on it to make sure it was secure around my ankles and then moved away to a pre-tied rope that was on the floor next to me. This was the special treat of which I was so proud; I had played with it before to get it right.

It was a sort of figure 8 tie, that had two loops on each end with the rope wrapped in the middle. The loops would cinch tighter if pulled (though not a lot, I hadn't gotten that part perfected yet). Reaching my arms behind my back I slid each loop of the figure 8 over one of my hands. By pushing and rolling the ropes higher, I managed to get them up to my elbows before my arms couldnt stand it any more and I relaxed, spreading my elbows apart and cinching the rope tight around my arms. My elbows were now about a foot or so apart behind my back.

I lay there for a moment. My hands were still free but the tie around my elbows had restricted me, a lot. My breathing was fast and shallow, partly from the effort I had put into getting the elbow ropes on, and partly because I was so aroused. I wanted to cum but reaching my clit was no longer possible. It was time for the last step.

I lay on my side and bent my knees as much as I could. The rope that went around my ankles and ended in the wrist loops was too short; I needed to get my feet further up. I wriggled to where I could press my knees against the desk for support and then curved and bent my back so that I could reach my hands all the way to my feet. I grabbed the loops (there was one for each wrist with a wrapping in between) and managed to get my wrists into them.

It had been a huge struggle to get myself tied and I finally relaxed. As I relaxed, my legs moved away from my wrists a few inches and pulled the cinch tie tight. Whamo! I felt it immediately. The rope encircled my wrists, my body naturally pulling my legs away and keeping the cinch tight. Wow, it felt good. I was helpless.

I lay on my side, panting a bit. I had successfully and unwittingly placed myself into a rather tight, constricting hogtie. It felt marvelous. I wriggled, and all it did was make the ropes tighter. I rolled onto my stomach, and felt my legs sag down and pull my arms back and shoulders up. I was in an inverted curve and either my shoulders would be pulled back or my legs would have to be pushed up.

The clothespins on my nipples continued to hurt, but not nearly as badly as when I had first put them on. The flesh ached, and I realized for the first time that my self tie prevented me from stopping the pain. My wrists and hands were aching from the tight ropes which constricted blood flow. I forced myself back to relieve some of the tightness, and got no relief.

I rolled over again, considering my predicament. I was stark naked on the floor of my room. My breasts jutted out in front of me, with clothespins on the nipples. My wrists were effectively tied to my ankles, which were in turn tied in a way that forced my knees apart, exposing my pussy. I had done better than I had ever imagined. I writhed for a little while, struggling.

My ties were complete. I was secure, and it was going to be damn hard to get out of. The elbow ropes were the surprise to me; the effectively stopped me from moving my wrists around to reach the knots. I hadn't bargained on this and I began to wonder how I was going to get out of this.

OK. Yeah. I was 14, and naive. Really naive. I may have prepared for this play session and set things up for a secure self bondage session but I hadn't thought far enough ahead to make sure I could get out of it.  Panic rippled across my body and I started struggling and writhing. I saw the clock. Two hours had passed, my parents would be home in two hours and find me here! Excuses ran through my head, explanations. A rogue rapist had broken into the house and tied me up. That was it, I could explain it that way. Except the house was locked from the inside and there was no break in. What was I going to do?

The ropes were tight, and I wriggled my hands to try and get free. My jaw was hurting from how far wide it was being held open; I bit down on the panties and socks, that helped a bit. My nipples were burning with a deep pain that was turning into numbness. My legs were cramping, and when they cramped I automatically tried to move them out straight, which pulled on the wrist cinch until my hands hurt, badly.  I started to cry. I tried to yell. Nope... the gag was a good one. It muffled the sound.

Finally, I stopped. It was time to get real and think. There was only one way out that I could think of, it was a long shot but I had to try.  I had to get a knife from the kitchen and cut myself loose.

If you have ever been in a hogtie, you will know that it isn't easy to travel in it. Small movements can be made with a lot of effort. The most effective way to move is to roll to one side, scoot legs forward then roll to the other side, and so on. When I got into the hall, I tried rolling all the way over onto my back. It was humiliating, as my body arched up, pushing my hips into the air with my legs spread wide as if I were welcoming some guy to fuck me.

It was incredibly slow going, and every move made the ropes tighter. About a half hour later and most of the way down the hall my right nipple clamp rubbed off and I screamed in pain. I had no idea that taking the clamps off would be more painful than putting them on; I lay there on the hall carpet and sobbed into my gag for a bit and then pressed my other breast down and wriggled until that clamp came off as well. I screamed again and then began wriggling down the hall toward the kitchen.

In the kitchen, I was faced with a difficulty. The knives were sitting in a knife block on the counter. The counter was about 3 feet higher than I was. I lay looking at the knives and cried, tears running down my face and over the tape of my self imposed gag.

There was a footstool in the corner. That was the only option. Slowly, painfully, I wriggled over to it. When I reached it I pushed it with my head, two or three inches at a time. It finally made it over to the counter.

My whole body ached and cramped. It hurt horribly. My left leg had a charlie horse, and my shoulders ached as well. My jaw ached from the gag. I writhed, feeling the wetness between my legs which indicated I was still aroused beyond belief.

Right then, at that moment, I decided I needed a boyfriend to help me. I wasn't going to tie myself up again. I needed a guy to be there, to control me. It made sense. I wanted to feel helpless and I was amazed at how horny I was tied up like this, but I also knew I needed to be submitting to someone else, not just tying myself up.  Strangely, this thought motivated me and I started the task of getting my body up onto the first step of the stepstool.

My breasts rested on the first step, flattened out on display. The metal edge of the step scraped against my ribs as I wriggled a few inches higher, leaning against the step. Inch by inch I pushed my body higher, leaning against the steps.

Thank god there was a plate at the top, next to the block of knives. I pushed it with my head and the knives slid. I pushed and maneuvered until finally the knives fell from the counter to the floor with a loud clatter. I literally threw myself down off the step stool and landed on the floor next to the knives. I got one in my hand (which was numb) and started sawing.

The clock on the wall said I had 10 minutes. I sawed faster. It wasn't working. I was getting the barest bit of rope to separate. At this rate it was going to take an hour. I fumbled around, feeling the knives, finally finding one with a serrated edge. That one worked better. The rope began to fray and stretch. I sawed harder, unable to be very effective because of limited movement. Suddenly, my legs straightened out. The rope from my ankles to my wrists had given way and I was no longer bent back. I let out a muffled whoop and then cry as the cramps rolled through my naked body once again.

Once the rope around my wrists was cut away from my ankles, I was able to work them free. I was then able to roll and move the elbow restraints and finally undo my ankles. When the gag came off it hurt like the dickens, the tape taking some of the hair behind my neck with it. The panties and socks came out, and I was free.

The parents were 10 minutes late. I gathered the remnants of rope, tape and gag together and limped to my room. I hid the remains of my bondage, lay down on the bed, spread my legs wide and started masturbating furiously. I came in less than a minute, after which I lay panting and recovered from my experience.

When my parents came home a few minutes later I was showering. I was bruised, had some minor scrapes, but was none the worse for the bondage.

I knew what I wanted then. And I also knew I needed someone else to play with in order to get it.

Self Discovery

I have been asked numerous times how I became involved in bondage, pain, and eventually into a submissive relationship that is entirely and completely fulfilling. So, here are some of my memories and recollections. Ultimately, there is no reason why. There is no triggering event, no special perversion caused by an abusive parent. There was simply a growing and passionate desire for certain things.

My earliest memory of bondage was when I was still pretty young; before I started dating any boys. I was a virgin, and while kissing behind the gym was an interesting new activity I was far from being sexually active. Yes, I had matured well, had breasts and an overall womanly shape with long dark hair, and was even considered a bit of a slut by kids in school (they were jealous, mostly).  Let me also be clear. At this point in my life I didn't even know that bondage and SM existed as a fetish. I had seen no pictures, read no stories, never talked of it, and was unaware that it was a sensual activity engaged in by anyone.

My family lived in a decent lower middle class house with a two car garage. We only had one car, so the other half of the garage was dedicated to a lot of the usual junk. It was there that one day I found some rope. A long, soft length of rope. I had entered using the back door from the back yard, and the main front door that tipped up for cars was down, and it was dark and quiet. A single light bulb from the back lit the unfinished interior.

I remember sitting on the floor in my jeans and playing with knots. In order to get a good position for the rope I wrapped it around my ankles and then practiced tying various knots. Wriggling to get out, I found it rather easy to loosen the knot or stretch the rope and get free. So, I wrapped the rope tighter around my ankles a few more times, providing a sturdier based and tried a different knot technique (I was completely naive to knots and was making things up as I went along).

There came a point when I had the rope around my ankles and knees, with a tie at the ankles and was working on the knot at the knees when the most horrible of noises came -- the front garage door had its bolt slid out and moments later the springs creaked as it slowly lifted up. I was sitting on the floor half tied and desperately trying to undo the knots as the door rose and my older brother walked in. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment, and the rope was rapidly removed.

"Whatcha doin?" My brother looked at me with idle interest. He didn't really care what his younger sister was doing that much.

"Uh, I was just bored. Wanted to see if I could tie some knots. What are you doing here, perv?" And that was that. I forget what happened after that, but whatever it was, was unremarkable and passed quickly.

What stayed with me was the feeling I had while my legs had been tied up like that. There was this desire to see if I could really tie myself up and truly restrict myself. The desire wasn't pure, either, it was something dark that I knew wasn't going to be accepted or condoned and was humiliated when it was discovered. I knew that the sensation I had as I felt my legs bound and restricted was exciting to me in a very new way. What was more strange was how excited I felt being discovered; the humiliation that I had experienced when my brother walked in was like a huge adrenalin rush and stuck with me.

I didn't realize it at the time, but it was a sexual rush.

Being discovered playing with the rope was a huge rush and made the whole experience exciting. I wasn't stupid though, and I knew that if I was to try to do this again and was discovered again, it might result in interference. Like, my parents being told, and maybe being sent to a councilor or punished or yelled at. So, I was more careful the next time. This meant waiting until there was no one to interrupt me, which took a while. It eventually came when my parents were visiting my grandparents for the afternoon, and my brother had gone off to be in some music thing he had. I was alone for several hours.

It never struck me as strange at the time, and maybe doesn't even strike me as strange now given my life style, but I had been waiting weeks for the opportunity to try self bondage again. During these weeks I had thought of various reasons why I had found the tie easy to get out of, and how to improve it. I also imagined how it could be extended. The idea of both my legs and arms being restrained appealed to me, excited me, and was part of my agenda that afternoon.

I locked the doors to the garage this time; it would be easier to explain why I was in there with doors locked than why I was trussed up like a chicken, should someone come home early. Sitting on the floor with the rope, I began.

Looping the rope and then wrapping it around my ankles and then threading back through the rope a couple of times created a very tight tie with 8 loops of rope around my ankles. I wriggled, found it getting loose and tightened it until it hurt a bit. The pain felt satisfying, because I knew the rope was tight enough it wouldn't come off. I didn't realize it but the pain also gave me a shot of adrenalin and enhanced the experience; pain was accepted then and continued to be accepted as part of the bondage experience for me ever since.

Stretching the two strands of rope up and then around my knees I performed the same looping, threading and tightening. I tied it off and sat there for a bit, concentrating on the helpless feeling in my legs. It was satisfying. It felt good, in the oddest way I couldn't explain.

It wasn't enough though. I needed more. My legs were immobile (I rolled around on the floor a bit to see just how immobile), but the rest of my body was free and I could feel how that diminished the entire experience. Something was wrong. I needed to tie my wrists.

Sitting on the floor, my legs bent at the knees so I sat slightly crooked, I tied my wrists in front of me. That was tough. Really, tough. You need at least one free hand to tie a knot. I managed to wrap rope around my wrists and pull it tight, but a knot was impossible. I simply wrapped the rope around about 10 times and threaded it through as much as I could, and decided that was enough.

Sitting with my legs tied was uncomfortable so I lay down. My hands tied helped, and the experience was getting closer to what I knew I desired deep down-- being bound and helpless. Still, it wasn't there. I sat up and attempted to retie my hands behind my back. This was better-- the feeling of helplessness was stronger, and I was getting aroused. This was the first time I realized that being bound and helpless was sexually arousing to me; it didn't seem odd because I was still discovering my sexuality and everything seemed new and exciting.

I lay down on the floor for a while, feeling the experience of being pseudo-restrained. My legs were secure, but my wrists were an illusion. I could live with that for a while, but the experience wasn't complete.

All in all, I spent about 2 hours in the garage, trying to get the ropes tighter, the knots more secure, actually trying to get a good knot in my wrists so I couldn't just wriggle out. The whole experience was incredibly exciting, arousing, and tantalizing to me.

While I was tied, I actually spent some time getting the handle of a broom between my legs (I was still wearing jeans) and getting it to rub. Once I got it between my legs and extending through and pressing against my crotch, my hands (tied behind) grabbed it and managed to move it back and forth a little. The whole experiment was turning more and more into a sexual exploration.

Realizing I didn't know how much time had passed and I needed to stop, I wriggled free of the rope around my wrists, and undid the rope around my legs. The clock inside the house indicated I probably had an hour to spare but it was a good, safe time to stop. One thing was crystal clear from this experience: I was excited by being restrained, and wanted to try it again. A lot. It was also clear that it was a sexual thing and that I would spend more thought into how I could incorporate this into my next play session.

And it was absolutely for certain that I would play again.

House Party

Life was difficult for me after returning from the pony farm. The intense training there had left its mark and I discovered a number of things.

First of all, I had been naked for more than two weeks. Wearing clothes felt raspy and unnatural for a while. I sat in my office and in meetings adjusting my tight clothing, feeling confined and uncomfortable. I could tell that other workers noticed me and wondered but it was not to be helped. Some of the guys appeared to look at me with new interest as I wriggled in my clothing.

My body had become thinner, harder, and more muscular during the hard work as a pony girl. I liked that, and enjoyed the way people looked at me, especially Jason, who appreciated me and insisted that I be naked virtually all the time at home.

I quickly picked up the habit of urinating and defecating in a toilet again; the use of my straw covered stall for these activities faded. I never quite looked at a toilet the same, though, and had to fight urges to just let go and pee in the middle of meetings for a few weeks.

Lastly, I found it easier to be obedient to Jason. The lessons and training I had as a pony girl stuck with me, and the absolute obedience came more naturally. I knelt before him in the submissive posture without even a tiny bit of hesitation, and worked hard to assure that his every command was followed.

Of all the things I missed from the pony farm, I missed  Kerry. My relationship with her had gone deep to my heart, though I had spoken only a few words with her. I felt like we were meant to be together. She was my match, and I wanted to be with her again as a partner in work and in sex. Prior to being a pony and working with her I had never really understand what a lesbian relationship was about, and now I realized that a solid emotional and physical connection bound the two of us.

Two weeks after returning, Jason called me over and had me kneel in front of him as he sat on the couch. I was naked, as I was virtually all the time while inside the house, and a leash was attached to my permanent slave collar.

"My dearest Siobhan, we have been invited to Steve and Diane's across the street for a house party tomorrow evening. It promises to be quite enjoyable."

I raised my head and looked at Jason, "Yes, I like Steve and Diane very much. I would like to visit. Should I prepare something to take?"

"I think a bottle of wine should be all. Diane will prepare the dinner; she and Steve have been experimenting with the alternative life style and she is ready to begin a role as a more constant submissive. I think they have switched a bit, but it is working out better this way. In any case, it should be interesting. Steve and I may have some fun with you and Diane."

A small chill of anticipation tainted by a bit of dread ran through my stomach. "Jason, you will watch out for me, won't you? I mean, I trust you, but we haven't played with them before and I am not sure... I am a little cautious."

"Siobhan, as always, I love and protect you. However, remember your place," Jason took on a stern tone. "I own you. You are my property and I expect you to obey absolutely. How I treat you and what I allow is up to me and is not to be questioned by you."

"Of course, Jason. I am sorry for my hesitation." I lowered my eyes and bowed my head. Jason caressed my breasts for a moment and then gently pulled my left nipple out, stretching and elongating it; he then placed a clamp on the distended flesh and I gasped slightly from the initial pain. He repeated the action with my right nipple, and I knelt motionless on the floor before him as the pain slowly subsided into an ache.

He lifted my face up and leaned down to kiss me. His kisses always gave me delight and made me feel wonderful. More and more recently, he had only shown affection or had intimate relations with me when I was bound or in some sort of discomfort or pain; as a result I had found myself desiring pain more and more. I wanted his approval and attention desperately, and if pain was required for him to show it then I desired the pain.

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The evening of the house party as Steve and Diane's arrived, and I prepared myself. I wore a sheer black dress that came to mid-thigh, a bra and panties. My shoes were leather flats, nice but not too fancy. I felt good about myself and the way I looked. The dress showed off my body. Jason would be proud to be seen with me and that pleased me immensely.

We walked across the street together and Jason knocked on our neighbor's door. Diane answered the door and I was immediately taken aback with surprise. She was wearing nothing but a leather harness which wrapped around her breasts, hips and between her legs. Diane has a very curvy figure, and the leather straps brought out her innate sensuality. I stared for a bit. I had never seen her naked before, in spite of the fact that I had pleasured her between her legs with my tongue (she had simply hiked her skirt up for that event).

Diane was blushing and kept her eyes down to the ground as she admitted Jason and I. Steve came over and greeted Jason. Diane closed the door and stood staring at the ground, obviously uncomfortable. She was holding her hands and arms in those awkward positions when you want to cover yourself but realize it is impossible, that complete nudity can't be covered with two hands. I felt a pang of sympathy for her and wriggled close, taking and squeezing her hand. "You look lovely, you don't need to feel embarrassed in front of me," I whispered to her. She looked up at me gratefully.

"Siobhan, why don't you go help Diane in the kitchen?" Jason suggested in a voice which wasn't really a suggestion. I nodded and the two of us headed off to the kitchen to finish preparing and serving dinner.

"Oh, Siobhan, I am so glad to see you. You have made me feel better. This is so new to me, being subservient to Steve!" Diane immediately started talking as we reached the kitchen and began placing food into serving dishes.

"Diane, it's quite all right. If you had seen me a week ago, you would not be embarrassed at all. A week ago I was wearing a leather halter, a bit in my mouth, tail coming out of my ass, peeing on the ground, and pulling wagons of chopped wood."

"Oh, you must tell me all about it! Did you really do all that?" Diane turned to face me, looking at me with wonder. I proceeded to tell her all the details of my time as a real, working pony girl. By the time we were done serving dinner to the table, Diane had lost much of her shyness, though when the men came to the table and we all sat down, she once again cast her eyes down and stopped talking.

Steve is an extremely mild mannered man of about 40, tall, thin and dark. Diane is a smiling, happy woman of about 32, only a few years older than I. I have always felt some attraction to both of them, Steve being a little older but still very handsome and fit. Diane has large breasts and long hair, an hourglass figure and strong legs. Seeing her naked as we ate, I had trouble paying attention to Jason, as my eyes kept wandering over to view Diane's amazing body.

When dinner was over, Jason turned to me and said casually, "My dear, I don't think it is fair for Diane to be naked this whole time while we are all clothed. Why don't you undress for us?"

After nearly three weeks at the human pony farm, being naked wasn't troublesome for me. I pulled my dress off, then removed my bra and panties. In moments I stood before Jason, completely naked except for my wedding ring, ear studs, and slave collar. Steve whistled in appreciation, making me blush with pleasure. I was proud to be Jason's and for others to appreciate what he owned.

Steve came over and began to examine my body in some detail. After asking permission from Jason, he touched my flesh, sliding along my ass, spreading my ass cheeks to examine between and below them. At his direction I bent over and spread my legs, and Steve examined my pussy (which was moist from the attention). It felt awkward being examined like this by my neighbor, but Jason had ordered it and I obeyed.

When Steve was done, Jason made a suggestion. "Siobhan, I couldn't help but notice that you have been somewhat smitten by our beautiful Diane. You could hardly take your eyes off her during dinner! I think I would like to see you kiss her."

My eyes must have grown at the suggestion as both men laughed at my reaction. I turned and looked at Diane, who had her eyes cast down once again in a posture of submissive shyness. I stepped over to her and lifted her face to mine (I am slightly taller), and gently kissed her lips, slowly and gently but becoming more urgent and passionate. I was trying to let her know it was OK and that she and I were in this together and could actually enjoy it if she was willing. Our naked breasts touched, my nipples immediately became hard and I could feel her sigh, slightly.

"Diane! Show Siobhan the gift I gave you today!" Steve seemed rather excited. Diane blushed deep and left the room for a moment. I stood naked, as both men sat and observed me, sipping drinks and talking about some of the marks left on my skin from my experiences as a pony girl. When Diane returned, she had a fairly large dildo in her hand; it was the kind that was made to look, and more specifically to feel, real.

"Show Siobhan how it is used, Diane." Steve calmly ordered. Diane turned bright red and stuttered out a slight protest, "Steve... I am not sure I can do that, now, here--"

Steve interrupted her, "Diane. Don't embarrass me and yourself with disobedience in front of our neighbors. There. On the chair. Now."

Diane moved slowly to a large chair. She sat down and leaned back, spreading her legs wide and over the arms of the chair, exposing herself to all of us. She was shaved nicely, and a slight glistening around her pussy lips showed that she had become aroused. She closed her eyes as if to block out her surroundings and took the large phallus and began working it between the soft lips between her thighs. She slid the dildo up and down at first, slowly relaxing and working between and then into her pussy. The deeper it went, the more obviously wet she became, and it wasn't long before she was sliding it rhythmically in and out, a slight movement of her hips accompanying the thrusts inside.

We watched her, the two men sitting on the couch and I standing in the middle of the living room. She continued, showing her masturbation technique as she became more and more aroused. Her breathing became faster, nipples hardened and all at once she arched her back and neck, a soft mewling noise coming from her wide open mouth. She thrust the dildo in a few more times, and finally slowed and removed the phallus. Her eyes opened and she seemed to realize where she was and suddenly flushed bright red and hung her head.

"Very good, Steve, your wife seems to be doing well!" Jason exclaimed at the show Diane had just completed. I was standing obediently to the side, watching and appreciating the show. Diane looked at me quickly from the corner of her eyes as if my presence embarrassed her most of all. Then men continued to discuss some of the details of Diane's activity.

"Steve, I think it is unfair to have Diane pleasure herself without also giving Siobhan the opportunity." Jason suggested. "I think we need to have her give us the same show, don't you think?"

"Yes, Jason, but if you might let me suggest something; we have a little additional paraphernalia that might be of interest. Diane, will you go get the belt?" Steve's quiet voice instructed Diane, who opened her mouth as if to protest for a moment and then shut it, bowed her head and then left the room.

"Siobhan, will you stand before us please?" Steve instructed. As Jason did not contradict him, I moved to the center of the room, facing them. I had long since learned to stand naked and on display before men without trying to hide any part of my body.

Diane returned almost immediate and when I saw what she had in her hands, I realized what was in store. The dildo had been placed in a strap on harness. The harness was rather ineptly strapped around Diane's waist and the phallus extended out from her groin, drooping a little.

"Oh, how delightful Steve! This is perfect, I must say! Yes, yes... Siobhan, get on all fours before us, and spread your legs!" Jason was excited and quickly ordered me to prepare to be fucked.

"Sir, may I suggest adjusting her strap on? I think it will help some." I moved to Diane, who had obviously never worn a device like this, and proceeded to adjust the straps around her hips and thighs. They needed to be placed higher, and made tighter so that Diane's hip movement would be translated into confident dildo thrusts. Unlike Diane, I did have some experience with the device.

When I was done, I obeyed my husband and knelt before the men, then lowered myself so that I was on hands and knees, my legs spread slightly so that my pussy was well exposed. Diane knelt behind me and cautiously, ever so cautiously placed the tip of the dildo against my lips. I could tell she was afraid of hurting me, and was being very careful. I urged her on by slowly pressing back against the rubber dong, adding pressure which enabled it to penetrate me deeply. I grunted slightly and Diane immediately withdrew most of the way.

The men sat on the sofa, observing all of this with great delight. My breasts hung down and while they aren't nearly as large as Diane's, they still wobbled a bit as Diane began regular thrusts. The dildo was a good one, made with natural feeling material with a roughness that made it nicely stimulating. I moved my body together with Diane's thrusts, enjoying the experience. I even enjoyed being observed by the two men, showing off my body in this activity.

My breathing was come quicker, and I had closed my eyes for a moment when I felt something against my face and lips. I opened my eyes and saw that Jason had slipped his pants down around his ankles and exposed his rock hard cock. He was pressing it toward my mouth. I opened wide and it slipped inside just as Diane thrust in, pushing me forward. His member slid deep within my mouth and down my throat a bit before I was prepared and I gagged. Jason pushed deeper, placing one hand behind my head to press it forward against him. His cock sank deeper, until it was well down my throat past my uvula. I continued to gag, my eyes watering and stomach contracting as if I would vomit at any moment.

Fortunately, Jason withdrew most of the way before I actually choked and puked; Diane continued thrusting from behind and Jason started thrusting in the same rhythm. The back and forth movement between the two phallus's gave me the most kinky, decadent feeling of being filled completely and I felt arousal climbing quickly. I forgot where I was and began to feel only what was happening to me.

During this time, I periodically struggled to keep from gagging and puking. Jason's thrusts were deep, and at time he lingered inside my throat, triggering my gag reflex. He always withdrew in time, but not before I was gasping for air. Diane had leaned over my backside, her breasts brushing my lower back as she got the feel of the strap on motion and thrusts. Her arms were around my hips, hands and fingers reaching around and probing, stimulating my clit directly. The whole experience was mind blowing as I struggled to maintain and let the pleasure take me over the top.

After a a few minutes of this thrusting and gagging, pleasure and gasping, I felt Jason's cock grown especially hard and his hips thrust forward and strained against my face. Both his hands pressed the back of my head hard, and my tongue felt sudden paroxysms in his cock as he spurt semen deep down inside my throat. Swallowing it wasn't an option; he was so far down the viscous liquid was dumped into my throat and went down.

The feeling of Jason coming in my throat tipped me over the edge and with some frantic finger massaging from Diane behind me, I climaxed loudly. I could feel my whole body flush, nipples hardened, as I came just as Jason withdrew from my mouth. My arms gave way beneath me and my head and shoulders collapsed on the floor as I grunted and gasped from my orgasm.

Thankfully, Diane withdrew when my climax began to fade. I let my hips slide down to the floor and I lay exhausted, flat on the carpet, panting. It was an amazing experience, made more amazing because I had been penetrated by Diane, a woman that I had wanted sexually for some time now, at the same time as my husband and master.

When I recovered, I saw that both men had removed their pants. I think Steve had been so aroused by my double penetration that he had removed his in order to stroke his cock; Jason of course had removed his when he came to fuck my mouth. Steve's cock was standing up hard and erect.

The men were working on Diane, tying her up. Jason was showing Steve how to double and quadruple a rope tie around the ankles to make it as secure as possible without cutting skin or cutting off circulation. I rose to a kneeling position and observed as they secured Diane's ankles. She was obediently laying on the carpet on her stomach. Once her ankles were tied, they pulled her arms behind her back and secured them together with several loops of rope. This rope was then pulled up and over her shoulders, forcing her arms and hands up to a higher position on her back and away from her nicely rounded ass.

Jason was instructing Steve on basic rope technique while placing Diane in a hog tie. The only part left was to bend the legs and secure the ankles to Diane's head, which was done with a double length of rope through her ankle ties, followed by loops around her neck. I was proud of Jason as he illustrated how to tie the rope around Diane's neck securely, but without posing an immediate threat of choking. I had been in this position many times with him, and as long as you didn't pull too hard and try to unbend, it was bearable and there was no problem breathing.

Steve pulled the whole rigging tight, and Diane grunted some as her back bent. This was new to her, I could tell. She had never been in a hogtie of any kind, and I knew the semi-panic she was probably feeling. Her head was raised up off the floor to relieve pressure on her neck, and she stayed very still to prevent any further pain.

The men admired their handiwork for a few minutes as Diane simply stayed in position, unable to move without causing discomfort. I could tell she was humiliated but also aroused by her new situation. I wanted badly to go over and kiss her, stroke her hair, make her feel OK; this would not be acceptable and I did not in order to keep Jason from punishing me later.

Finally, Steve knelt before Diane, and with one smooth motion, inserted his cock into her mouth. She sucked him in obediently, and Jason and I watched as he mouth fucked his wife before us as Jason has just done with me. Diane was clearly in a combination of pain, obedience, acceptance, and excitement as she brought Steve to an orgasm remarkably quickly. He came on her face, spurting white, sticky fluid over her forehead, eyes and cheeks.

When it was over Steve sighed and remarked just how much he had enjoyed the evening. The two men rose, dressed themselves and went in the other room to fix drinks. Diane remained in her hogtie with semen drying on her face, and I remained kneeling where I was.

Diane suffered for about a half an hour. Hogties can start out uncomfortable, and with time they can become agonizing. Diane had started whimpering, and tried whispering to me.

"How long will he leave me like this? It hurts!"

"I don't know, Diane, but it isn't our role to question. Don't worry, you are getting used to this and will be fine. The more you endure the prouder you will be. Trust me." I tried to encourage her in whispers as we waited.

The men finally returned. Diane's hogtie was undone though her wrists and ankles remained bound. The relief in her face was obvious. Steve bent down and kissed her face (now crusty with his dried sperm) and told him he was proud of her progress tonight. He was so kind about it, and I saw how she suddenly acquired a proud look. She smiled and relaxed, laying on the floor happily.

"Siobhan, it is time to go. Put on your dress." Jason was a little drunk, which made him a little more blunt in his commands to me. I quickly put on my dress, leaving off my panties and bra. "That's my little slave. Let's head home."

Steve and Jason shook hands at the door, and I saw Diane still tied on the floor well behind him, as we left. We walked across the street to our own housed. When inside, I immediately removed my clothes as was Jason's rule.

"So, Siobhan. What do you think of our sweet Diane? Will she turn out to be as good a slave slut as you?" Jason was drunk.

I lowered my head and said, "Thank you sir, for recognizing my talent as your slave. I hope Diane will make Steve proud."

"Always the tactful one, eh, Siobhan? Go upstairs, spread out on the bed and wait for me there."

I did as instructed, ready to serve my husband and master in any way he wished.

Erotic Pain

I am not an expert. I don't really understand why some people (including myself) find bondage and related pain to be an erotic, stimulating and desirable sensation.

Pain is the body's way of recognizing that damage is being done, or could potentially be done. It prompts action to avoid the pain, presumably removing the body from further damage. So why do some (including myself) seek it out?

I remember being fascinated with bondage when I was quite young. I knew nothing about it. I had never seen pictures, or heard comments. But I do remember being in my parent's garage at the age of 13, and taking down some rope and tying myself up. It was the oddest sensation, to do this and enjoy it.

The first time I engaged in real bondage as a sex act, I was 15. I actually suggested that my boyfriend use some rope to tie me up. He got some twine from the garage, and he tied me to the bed, using the twine to spread my arms and legs wide, over the side of the bed. In spite of the fact I quickly learned that twine is very rough and cuts in to the skin, it was an explosively erotic experience. At my urging, my boyfriend continued to help me experiment with techniques, some disastrous, and others marvelous.

Not all men are interested in dominating a woman. This seems like a complete oxymoron, but it is true. I found myself seeking boyfriends willing to tie me up. This proved difficult, as almost any guy thought he would enjoy tying a pretty girl up, and certainly was willing to try to get a chance at me. All too often, they were unable to take on the top role, and I ended up dumping some very nice guys.

When I was 18 and 19, I did some modeling, which included some fetish modeling. This introduced me to a whole new area of bondage; being introduced to real equipment, solid techniques, made me realize how far I had yet to go. I found myself growing excited that there was so much more to experiment with, new sensations and scenes to play with.

I have been very lucky to have a husband that has been willing and able to take me further. During this time, bondage has given way to experimenting with pain, a natural progression. Bondage is inherently uncomfortable. It is a very small step to the introduction of pain which excites me and makes me feel alive in a way I have never before experienced.
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I have begun to desire pain in the same way I desire to be bound. It is an intense physical reminder of the loss of control, powerlessness, humiliation and subjugation. There is nothing which enforces the sense of helplessness than expressing pain by crying out, and having your cries ignored. Or worse, having your mouth gagged to suppress your cries, further removing control. Within the context of sexual arousal, I have found that my pain thresholds are increased. Pain becomes a part of the erotic situation. It causes, and becomes part of the arousal. I seek pain in the same way, and with the same passion, as I do sexual stimulation.

I seek out pain and humiliation now, and it has become an important part of my relationship; being a slave has freed me in ways that truly excite and satisfy me.

I still enjoy and prefer sex, simple, lustful sex with my partner. But life is all about variety, isn't it?