Message-ID: <18107eli$9812190435@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: benwaymd@aol.com (Benway MD) Subject: Conviction, by slave kas (bdsm, mdom/f, torture) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981218191413.14012.00001199@ng26.aol.com> Conviction, by Dr. Benway's slave kas I dig my nails feverishly into my palms, stopping short of tearing my flesh. The bars of the cage which imprison me are cold, and surround my body like an angry embrace. My shoulder blades ache due to the length of time my hands have been bound behind my back. I raise my shoulders toward my ears, hoping to escape from the discomfort, only to have a stabbing pain shoot down my arms to my fingers. My lower back is throbbing, and I wish I could lower myself to the bottom of the cage. I bite hard on the gag in my mouth, attempting to swallow. The collar around my neck is tight and comfortable, and I allow my legs to bend so I can feel it tighten like a fist around my throat. A chain is suspended from the top of the cage, and attached to my collar in order to keep me on my feet. I am not aware of how long I have been trapped in the dark room. In a situation such as this, minutes feel like hours. I have goose bumps all over my skin, and I find myself wishing I had a blanket. A chain is hung across my chest attached to my nipple rings, and my nipples are quickly growing tender due to the weight. I squint my eyes, trying to see my surroundings in the dungeon-like environment. The room is dimly lit with candles, casting off a spooky ambiance. There are two wooden crosses side by side, with numerous whips and other bondage tools hanging from a cement wall. The room is heavily populated with ropes and brackets. In one corner, two inches off the floor, there is a small square similar to a doggie door. To the left hangs a leather swing with restraints for the wrists and ankles. I attempt to turn in order to view the rest of the room, but I move too quickly, and the cage begins to screech. I hear a click from all around me, and then a person breathing. "Ahhh, my pet, are you moving around down there?" asked a stern but soothing voice, a voice that continuously brings me pleasure. "My naughty little slave, I have asked you a question," boom the speakers above my head, "When I ask a question, I expect an answer." "Yes, keeper," I attempt to reply, my words jumbled due to the gag. I stand nervously, wondering what lay ahead. "My, my, Kas, I want you to be a good girl," Benway replies, and the speaker suddenly clicks off. I begin to tremble, feel thousands of butterflies pound against my rib cage, and I am no longer cold. My breathing quickens along with my heart rate as I hear slow, steady steps descending the stairs. I hear three locks snap open, and the heavy door is pushed ajar. The light from the stairwell is bright and pierces my eyes as Benway's figure moves slowly toward me. "You've been a naughty girl, slave, are you aware of this?" The dominant figure in front of me asks. He removes my gag, then slowly unlocks the chains on the cage. "Yes, master," I respond, blinking my eyes rapidly in attempt to keep back my tears, "I only wanted to turn around." "So you deliberately disobeyed me? I am hoping this isn't the case, little one," Benway said as he pulled the cage open. He unties my hands until they hang loosely at my sides. "I didn't do it consciously, but I wasn't thinking." "I want you to tell me, pet, tell me the orders I gave you before I left," Benway said softly, moving his fingertips softly over my skin. My flesh tingles under his touch, and I feel aroused and ashamed at the same time. "You told me not to make a sound, to remain completely still, and to become wet for you, Master," I reply shakily. "Excellent," Benway says, "and did you do as I asked?" His fingers softly rub the inside of my thighs, and I yearn for him to move his hands higher. "No, sir, I moved," I state, looking into his eyes. His blue eyes stare back at me, and I feel as though my blood is about to boil. "Right. You did not utter a sound, that's good, but you moved, and that's not good. So, tell me, are you ready for me?" He asks, sliding two warm fingers into my pussy. I bite the inside of my lip in order to suppress the moans. "Hmm, wet, yes, but not enough. Do you agree that you must be punished, slave?" "Yes, master, I agree," I whisper, digging my nails into my sweaty palms once again. Benway disappears to a room behind me, and returns with a handful of Paraphernalia. He lowers himself to his knees, kissing the inside of my thighs. He then applies restraints to my ankles and moves me to the opposite side of the cage. I am pressed up against a piece of wood as tall and wide as I am. I relish the feel of the wood against my flesh. He gently takes my right arm and pins it above my head, then proceeds to do the same with the left. "You are such a good slave, pet," Benway remarks softly. He takes a thick chain and wraps it around my waist, then around the board, tightening it as much as he can. "But you need more training, and your pain tolerance needs vast improvement." He tightens the chain that is attached to my collar so that my head is flexed back, pressed against the wood. Feeling the tension around my neck relaxes me, and I feel wetness and warmth between my legs. "Spread your legs now, my darling," Benway orders in a low voice. I spread my legs as far as they will go, only to feel the grasp around my neck become tighter. The cold chain around my waist digs into my ribs, and I breathe deeply and drink in the discomfort. Benway takes a long pole and attaches it to my ankle restraints, forcing my legs farther apart. He then attaches chains going from my ankle restraints to the back of the cage. I can move no part of my body. "I didn't want to do this, slave," Benway whispers, rubbing my pussy with his left hand and his cock with his right, "You are doing so well, and will continue to do better." Benway turns around and exits the cage again. He returns within moments, and gently pushes my hair out of my face. "I tried to make this easy on you, and in return, you worsen the situation," He says as he slowly inserts a wet finger into my ass while rubbing his body against me. "I gagged you with your favorite gag, and I didn't cover your eyes. Oh, pet, you need to be a good girl." He bends down to pick something up off the floor. Benway crouches at my knees, expertly licking my pussy with his tongue. I stand pinned to the board, feeling my skin turn hot and my nipples growing hard. He rises, and inserts a large cock gag into my mouth. I can feel it pressing against the back of my throat. "I will go now, love," Benway says, his mouth pressed against my ear. I can feel his warm breath against the nape of my neck, and the bulge of his cock against my hip. "I trust you won't make a sound or move around. I hope you will be ready for me, if I decide to return." Benway rubs his hands tenderly through my hair, and turns to leave. He locks the cage, and I hear the heavy door shut and lock behind him. My insides scream as I listen to my master walking up the stairs. I want him back by my side, touching me. Even if he inflicts harsh punishment, I would rather have his presence than to be alone with my own thoughts: alone in a dark room, bound in a cage with nothing else to haunt me, other than myself. I allow my knees to buckle, feeling the collar clasp my neck until I can no longer breath. The chain digs harshly into my ribs as I lean my body forward. I feel my face turn purple, and I imagine the veins in my face popping. I feel my fingers begin to fall asleep, and it feels like I am being poked by needles. Needles. The thought runs through my head again and again. I lean back against the wood as my abdomen begins to stir, and I feel my pussy become completely saturated. I imagine Benway sitting in a chair in front of me while I am bound to this board. His hands softly caress my stomach, then a sharp, sensuous surge of pain rushes through my body. He puts needles through my skin, just barely, then pops them out the other side. One by one he does this, expertly, in swift repetitive movements. When he is done, my chest and my abdomen resemble a hemmed pair of pants. I continue thinking of this thought, my body grows hot and I am aware of a pulling sensation in my clit. I would give anything to pull my hand down and touch myself. I would bury my fingers in the wetness between my legs, and move my fingertips around and around. The skin on my waxed, naked pussy would be warm and soft under my hands. I feel small trickles of liquid dripping down my legs now, and my eyes roll back into my head. I hear my master walking on the floor above me, and I know his thoughts contain nothing but me. He has to force himself not to come back down the stairs, he knows he needs to leave me confined for a few minutes longer. Thoughts of my keeper make my emotions multiply, and I begin to suck on the cock gag with a vengeance. I suck it down to the back of my throat, and push it out again, going through this motion over and over. My pussy begins to throb, needing to cum like an unquenchable thirst. I let myself hang again, loving the sensation of not being able to breath. My head begins to spin, and my eyes begin to close. Benway dances around in my head, and I see his face plastered on every corner of my brain. He smiles, spanks me, and rubs a needle over my skin, poking it in occasionally. He says how much he loves his slave, and how he enjoys being near her. My head begins to reel, and I feel farther and farther away from my body. I hold out my hands and scream his name, but he disappears. Then I am surrounded by a sea of black. I fly through the ocean of black, seeing nothing, but hearing his voice. "My sweet sadist, I will keep you forever. I will plant you in my yard like a tree, a place where you can become bigger. I will clip your branches when you grow too large, and I will water you so you never begin to die. I will climb into your limbs so that I will always be near. I will clip the flowers you grow, and keep them in my house, smelling them often and keeping them alive." This phrase circles around my head like a symphony, a symphony I want to be surrounded by forever. My head feels cold, my body warm, and I feel thick softness inside my pussy. My brain continues spinning, and I attempt to open my eyes. My legs are bent up toward my shoulders, and I am resting on a cushioned floor. I see Benway above me, thrusting in and out of me. He wipes my forehead with a damp cloth, allowing me to return to myself. I reach up with my arms, pulling him closer and urging his hips to move faster. Absolute pleasure runs through my body, and I begin to moan loudly, begging him not to stop. He thrusts deeper, and I can feel his hard cock hitting against my cervix, one hand pulling my hair. I float out to the sea as an orgasm rolls through my body like a freight train. I feel warm liquid drop down my ass. Benway puts his hands around my throat and drops his weight onto my body, and I can feel him cum, throbbing inside me. He rubs his hands through my hair, and tells me I will always be his tree. more stories coming soon at my website: http://members.theglobe.com/benwaymd/ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----