About an hour before I leave work, a sealed envelope and package addressed to me
appears on my desk. I internally shiver, knowing that it is from my Master and
that the package must surely contain a video, but the instructions on the
envelope say "Do not open until the commute home." My remaining time at work
seems to pass agonizingly slow, and I'm glad for the private office; my
distraction would probably be obvious to anyone. On the way home, I settle into
a back seat on the bus and open the envelope. Instructions for my Slave for the
night: When you arrive at home, you will immediately upon closing the door strip
naked and kneel in the nearest corner for approximately 5 minutes. At this time,
you will crawl on all fours to the bedroom, bringing with you the video I have
supplied. Insert the tape in the player and begin watching it, doing your best
to pay attention to it as you obey the rest of these instructions. Once you have
completed them, you will assume a face-up lying position, making sure that you
can see the TV easily so that you can watch the movie. Bring the remote with
you. Insert and secure within you a vibrator and turn it on. You may secure it
as you wish, but make sure that it cannot accidentally be removed, and that it
will be fairly easy for me to remove it when I desire. Place yourself into
bondage that includes collar, manacles, and breast bondage, making sure you are
as helpless as possible with your legs spread wide to await my arrival. Your
right hand may be left loosely bound so that if you must remove yourself from
bondage it will be possible, and also so that you may rewind and rewatch scenes.
You are forbidden to have an orgasm. I will question you on this when I arrive,
and punishment will be meted out accordingly for any disobedience. your Owner
and Master I nearly miss my stop because of my beginning fantasies and
excitement. When I get upstairs, I strip and kneel, as per my Master's orders.
The five minutes I must wait are nearly excruciating and even without any
stimulation other than the knowledge of my slavery and obedience I am extremely
aroused. When the time is up, I crawl slowly to the bedroom, imagining my Master
leading me there as He sometimes does, missing His presence but knowing that
later He will be here. I open the package with the movie and look at it. It is a
fairly hardcore movie about white slavery; the kind of kidnap, rape and force to
submit movie that my Master knows is one of my deepest if not to be realized
fantasies. He and I have played the kidnap and rape game, and some of my most
intense pleasure has come from it. We have also watched similar movies; He had
noted that I seemed to have an extreme ability to submerse myself into the roles
of the various captives within such movies and ordered me to fantasize about
such things before. The movie begins, and I find a vibrator and insert it to its
full length, then turn it on. A pair of tight underwear is sufficient to ensure
that it will not slip out of place, but will be easy for my Master to remove. We
have an entire drawer full of underwear and clothing that he may tear off of me
when I wear it, found in thrift stores and therefore cheap---cheaper than much
of the porn we also use as sexual aids. On the screen, an innocent looking
teenager has been shoved against a wall and is being handcuffed, collared, and
led to a van. For a moment I forget that I am supposed to be doing anything
else, so captivating is the scene; I barely refrain from an orgasm. Bringing
myself under at least partial control, I sit on the bed and begin my bondage.
Manacles on my wrists and ankles...fairly standard but still one of my (and my
Master's) favorites. I lock the ankle manacles and the left wrist one on.
Another lock is used to lock on the collar I choose---not a large one but very
definitely there. A rope to go around my waist and then up criss-cross and
circling around my breasts, making them stand out a bit more than normal. I
leave this fairly loose, however, since I do not know when my Master will
arrive, and He would not wish me to damage his property---me. Besides, I enjoy
pain, but discomfort can be intolerable. Again my attention is drawn to the
screen. The girl is being pulled from the van and forced to her hands and knees.
I shiver in delight as I watch the guard drag her by a leash to a room where she
is chained face against a wall, spread-eagled. She is left in the dark, and
there is a scene pause; letting me return to my own bondage. The pleasure of the
vibrator is beginning to build, but I am still sufficiently connected to the
real world to complete my self-bondage. I decide against nipple clamps; with the
breast bondage it seems excessive this time. Laying back on the bed, I draw my
legs up, knees bent, so that my left ankle is very near my left wrist. I attach
them to one another, which forces my left leg to remain where it is. The right
leg will be a bit more complicated with the left hand already tied, but the
chain has clips on either end for just this purpose. I run the chain from my
right ankle to a ring on the collar, threading it through the ring on the wrist
manacle first. This leaves the illusion of my right hand being bound, but in
reality, I can move it to either clip and begin the removal of said bondage
quite easily and quickly, if necessary. Somehow, I don't envision wanting to do
that. I look at the screen and realize I have missed the beginning of the poor
girl's beating, so I rewind it a bit. The door to her cell opens, and several
men walk in. One of them begins to whip her with a cat-o-nine. I wince with
remembered pain, but I also breathe harder. The action on the screen gets more
intense, and I begin to lose control. I know that I will be punished if I attain
orgasm, but as the captive girl kneels at the feet of her captor and is forced
to kiss his boots, my first orgasm begins. I become engrossed in the movie,
identifying with the captive as she is gang raped, sodomized, beaten, and
trained to submit. In the last scene of the movie, as she kneels at her new
Master's feet, I have my 5th...or is it 6th?...orgasm. I am about to rewind to
watch one of the gang bangs when I realize that my Master is in the room. He
walks to me, takes the remote, and turns the tape and TV off. He is holding the
riding crop, and just seeing that causes yet another minor orgasm. He looks down
upon me, with an indescribably dominant expression on His face. I struggle not
to make the orgasm count 8; doomed, of course, to fail, as He reaches for a
nipple and squeezes and twists it, greeting me with "Good evening, Slave. It
seems as if you have obeyed all but one of your instructions." I whimper a bit,
knowing that I can not, will not lie to Him about the number of orgasms, and
knowing that the punishment goes up in a definitively non-linear fashion with
each orgasm. He lightly slaps my thigh with the riding crop, nearly causing
number 9. I say nothing, waiting for Him to ask me. With no warning, he rips
apart the underwear and pulls out the vibrator, turning it off and putting it
down elsewhere. He unzips his pants---clearly he has been anticipating this as
he is both very erect and already wearing a condom. Without bothering to
undress, he climbs between my legs and enters me with a slam. So much for will
power (as the count hits 9). It does not take him long to pleasure himself,
which he does in utter silence. His orgasm is explosive. He removes himself, and
begins unlocking my bondage, still silent. I lie in trepidation, waiting for Him
to say something, anything. He rolls me onto my stomach, and locks me face-down,
legs spread only slightly, arms tied together and to the head of the bed. Still
He says nothing. Finally, the pressure is too much, and I speak, knowing that if
He is in that kind of mood that speaking without permission may get me in more
trouble. "Master?" I say, in a soft and submissive tone. "You may speak, Slave."
He says, emphasizing the word "slave". I shiver at that, then continue. "I have
a confession about my disobedience to make, and request that you punish me." "I
know you have been disobedient, Slave. I ordered you not to come, and yet when I
arrived you were lying writhing in ecstasy on the bed. How many orgasms did you
have, and what do you think a suitable punishment might be?" "I had 9, Master. I
apologize for disobeying your orders, but it was not willful. Please be merciful
towards me. Perhaps 20 lashes?" "You disobeyed me nine times and you think you
can get away with a mere 20 lashes? Even counting your mitigating circumstances,
I think you must endure more than that." He pauses for a moment. "You shall
receive 50 strokes on the ass with the crop. Following that, I will allow you a
rest break, after which you will receive 20 lashes with the cowhide whip on the
back. When that is done, you will masturbate in front of me until you have come
an additional 3 times." I shudder. This is a fairly harsh punishment. The crop's
strokes should be bearable enough most of the way through, but I won't be able
to sit comfortably for an hour or two. The lashes will be worse---I know the
whip He means and I have received bruises from it. But , as nearly any woman
(and perhaps many men) can tell you, having had numerous orgasms, it becomes
more and more difficult to deliberately achieve them, and begins to get quite
painful. Still, I do not argue with my Master. It may seem harsh, but in reality
He and I discussed this very type of scene in the past, and underneath the faux
fear I am genuinely enjoying this no-win situation. I bow my head to the
mattress in submission as he the first strokes of the crop begin... Author's
notes: Consensual BDSM play between two or more partners can be very enjoyable,
but caution must be taken to ensure all parties' safety. While the thrill of
being tied helpless and alone may fuel your fantasies, I strongly recommend
against any sort of solo bondage unless you are very used to placing yourself in
it in such a way that there is no chance you cannot, in case of physical or
mental need, nearly immediately get free. The danger far outweighs the pleasure.
If you do wish to experiment with solo bondage, do it with a partner or a
trusted friend present in the apartment until you know what you can or cannot
get loose of. Even then, I would strongly recommend you avoid it as a regular
practice. In addition, if you are going to engage in BDSM play, whether
experimentally or as a lifestyle, be sure you negotiate limits and boundaries
thoroughly before beginning. Even for a single session, a contract outlining
wants, needs, and things to stay away from can be useful. It is very easy to go
too far, and that can be both physically and mentally injurious. Most
importantly, be sure you set a distinctive easily remembered word or short
phrase, a safe word, so that if things go too far, there is a way of indicating
that an end needs to be called.. In the mean time, enjoy yourselves.
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