dianet

dianet

F42

No Strings (Ropes?) Attached… she says

August 25 2018

She woke up excitedly that morning – it’s the day she was to meet him for a coffee. That was all he had asked for! Although she hoped for more, she appreciated the mere pleasure of his company was something to be grateful for. To her, he was manly and muscular, of both internal and external strength and stamina, a man of strict principle and a proper character, yet with an emotional side that was soft, sensitive and sentimental. He had constantly been on her mind since they first met; they had spent several nights making love and she couldn’t wait for more. Knowing the importance of punctuality to him, she was keen to impress and arrived at the café car park 10mins ahead of schedule and mentally pictured what the events of this meeting will be like, but nothing could prepare her for the experience.

True to form, he arrived on time and she was greeted by the familiar charm. Soon they were sitting outdoors, enjoying a cuppa and engaged in conversation on topics spanning from women in leadership to prostitution to birds of the feathered variety. Maybe it was because of his past naval career or his dominating demeanour that she regarded him as her superior. She had in the past discussed the idea of giving in to him, to being his sex slave, his Submissive. He certainly had much experience as a Dom. She had mentioned that the idea of pushing her boundary of pleasure and pain, and being ‘forced’ and ‘used’ was her secret kink.

As these topics did not come up over their coffee meeting, the first thing she did on returning home was check her mailbox. She walked in through the door, examining her mail and wondering why there is yet another letter addressed to the previous house owner, when suddenly a firm large hand violently grabbed and covered her mouth. So unexpected and unprepared was she that her mind momentarily froze and the first emotion she recognised was sheer fear!

This wasn’t a light clutch – his grip was firm to the point it hurt her jaws. She struggled in vain as he pushed her face down on the floor. He sat on top of her and forcefully stripped her naked. With two cloths he gag-tied her, and blindfolded her. With ropes around her wrists and ankles, he tied her down with arms behind her back, leaving her hog-tied on the floor of the lounge room. She couldn’t comprehend what he was saying except to know that he is taking control and realising that she has no choice in what he is going to do to her. Her fear slowly changed into feelings of submission and acceptance that this is happening to her. She sobbed loudly as she started to question her self worth and internally adopted her slave-like identity, realising her fantasy is coming true.

The sobs turn to cries of pain when his palm landed strong and hard on her butt cheek. The more she cried the harder the spanking she received. He wasn’t being gentle – each stroke was swift and hard. With every spanking she felt sparks fly over her skin, the momentary intense pain subsiding and leaving her feeling tingly only to be replaced by another numbing spank. She anticipated every stroke, feeling the motion of the air as his arm moves towards her. Such anticipation only intensified her experience keeping her always on edge. She felt her bottom burning; however the next spanking she received was different. It felt cold and hard on her skin. A wooden spoon, she thought and the effect it had was profound, making her juices flow in a strange way that pain brings out the desire for pleasure.

Having beaten her rear to his satisfaction, her arse sore and red, he grabbed her hair and brought her to her knees and released her mouth tie. Blindfolded, she couldn’t see the state he was in, but she could sense the presence of his erect cock. She continued to sob, to which the response was a slap across her face. She let out an involuntary scream. “Shut-up” his voice roared down on her and he slapped her face again. He was breaking her and she submitted. She knew she has to tolerate his torture. “Open your mouth” he demanded to which she obediently responded and took in his massive manhood. She sucked hard doing her best to please him, and took him in deeper and deeper, while he pawed at her breasts and pinched on her nipples. She didn’t dare to slack on her job because his response was another hard slap, this time across her sensitive breasts.

With his hand holding her hair, he had her take all of him in and fucked her mouth. She gagged and choked as his cock went down her throat but she continued – she didn’t have a choice. Now she wanted to please. She could hear him groaning as his cock hit the back of her throat. She wanted him to have it. She was his, she reminded herself. It is her duty to allow him to do as he pleases. She relaxed her muscles as best as she could, breathing only through her nose. She felt her saliva building in her mouth and drip down her face and onto her breasts as he continued to fuck her mouth taking full advantage of her state.

At his discretion, he withdrew and pulled her up by her hair. She winced at the pain and he promptly gagged her again. He dragged her to the bottom of the stairs and worked the ropes on her wrists holding her arms over her head. He had her tied to the upper staircase banister; effectively she was hanging from the stairs. During this procedure she felt so alone. She didn’t know what he was doing. Soon she sensed his presence near her. She sense how he must be looking at her, as she just stayed there; hanging naked, with her arms tied up over her head, blindfolded and gagged. He came up close to her and called her a fucking filthy slut. He accused her of being unfaithful to him and now he was going to punish her for not making him her top priority.

She wanted to feel the humiliation. She was playing a character and she wanted to be in the moment. She embraced the feelings of fear, anxiety, hurt and humiliation and appreciated that while in reality there is mutual trust and the availability of safe words etc., she didn’t want the real-life aspects to detract from this experience. “Yes, I am a filthy slut”, “Yes I am guilty”, “Yes I do deserve to be punished” were the thoughts she repeated to herself.

And how she was punished! While pinching her erect and ever sensitive nipples, he shook her large breasts. The pain was so intense that tears filled her eyes. Then came a relentless beating. Her arse, her breasts, her thighs and her pussy spanked over and over together with his verbal assault. Her body swayed helplessly with each stroke. She broke out in tears, now crying genuinely with tears running down her face as the pain took over. Yet when at times his skin accidently touched hers, perhaps his thigh or upper arm, she felt a welcoming connection to him as his sex slave. Despite her outward cries, she imagined how erotic this very scene would be in a video, and she was incredibly turned on. Pain has a strange way of bringing out the desire for pleasure. Only when he placed his fingers between her legs did he feel how soaking wet she was!

Clearly aroused and wanting his pleasure, he guided her up the stairs still with her hands tied to the ropes. How he did the ropes were an unknown to her. She only felt him push her onto the bed and hover over her body, forcing her legs open between his knees. Before she knew it, her wrists were tied to either end of the metal frame of the bedhead and her bottom lifted and ankles and legs tied in such a way they were fixed in a position with knees bent. She was unable to close her legs or move her arms. The only part of her body she could move was her head and neck. Her pussy and arsehole were obviously on display to him. She felt so exposed, ashamed and vulnerable. To make it worse, she heard him taking pictures of her in this undignified state.

He leaned over her and started sucking and nibbling on her nipples that were already sore from the earlier beating. “I am going to fucking fuck you”, he muttered through gritted teeth, “and I am going to use all your holes”. With that he pushed his cock inside her pussy, hard and deep. “You will take every inch of me”, he roared as his cock filled her pussy, stretching her tight hole. He began to violently thrust inside her without an ounce of finesse or care for her pleasure. He changed his position as he chose, thrusting how and whichever way he wanted, and either tweaking her nipples or rubbing her clit. Sometimes he went shallow, when she relaxed, then when she least expected he went in deep, his 8-inch rod hitting her sensitive cervix. The sensation sent shock waves inside her and she winced in both pleasure and pain. “Yeah” he said in the most derogatory tone “you are going to get it”. He spanked her pussy and it ignited her clit. While her arms had lost their sensations, her pussy was on sensation overload. She couldn’t move, she didn’t have a say, she had to tolerate this pounding. She was being punished and used by her master. That mere thought made her incredibly horny, her juices let loose, continually squirting sending wave after wave of pleasure.

He continued to use her body for his pleasure, this time entering her arsehole. As his thick prick pushed against her arsehole, she panicked in terror. She didn’t want to do this; it was too much! But she had no choice she told herself. Her desire to please him out weighed her regard for herself. She relaxed her muscles, now wanting him to take as much as he wanted. He took advantage of her tight hole and fucked it making her whole body shake. He watched how her nipples, hard and erect were bouncing with her breasts to his fucking, while the rest of her body was tied to the bed. His breath and action sped up and while her arsehole burned, he exploded deep inside.

She shivered. Her body was cold. Her mind was full. She felt a strange emotion of achievement, a sense of fulfilment. He cleaned up and rested himself over her. He removed her gag-tie, lifted her blindfold and held her face close to his. She saw the familiar face, yet with an unfamiliar expression, looking deep into her eyes. It was not of lust, but full of love. As they looked at one another, tears filled both their eyes. A soft gentle kiss churned up new emotions. A choking smile reflected on both their faces as their throats tightened. She felt warmth. She felt complete. The world disappeared, at that moment he was the world to her…

Based on an encounter with mrfunandnaughty,

in an unsuspecting suburb of Sydney,

January 2018

 

Comments

  • Laddy10

    28 Aug 2018

    Great penmanship. Loved both stories and each authors aspects and emotional sides.