Message-ID: <6890eli$9803112311@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 39) [Mf, MFf, bd, exh, sm, inc, nc] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <19980311233516.18770.rocketmail@send1b.yahoomail.com> This story is full of all sorts of perverse and unlikely things. It includes all sorts of bizarre things, which happen to turn some people on. Things like bondage, non-consentual sex, exhibitionism, and even incest. Minors need not apply. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Delete from incoming box. (Like you'll listen if you're a minor... but at least you've been warned). If this kind of writing causes you discomfort, if it bothers you or is even likely to bother you, please don't read it. Consider yourself warned. If you read it despite all these warnings and are offended, what the heck are you doing? Give yourself a shake. I guess I should point out that this story is fictional. I have never figured out time travel and if I did, I suspect I wouldn't misuse the privilege nor would I engage in non-consentual sex or incest under any circumstances nor would I counsel anyone else to do so. These are bad things. Any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely coincidental. Also, let's be clear about this. Archiving of the story is OK. But charging money for it (including charging for access to any archived copies) isn't cool. This work is copyrighted by the author subject to the above stated conditions. This is a work in progress. I will continue posting it as long as there is interest (both yours and mine). Any comments, good or bad, are welcome. Suggestions for the storyline are also welcome. If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy. - crimson [ Chapter 39 - Time Out Of Time ] By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) As her bare feet hit the asphalt, I stopped her. She turned questioningly to me. I snagged one of her wrists and placed a handcuff on it and closed it. She just looked at me, begging with her eyes. Afraid, at this point to say anything. I pulled her other wrist behind her back and fastened it with the other side of the handcuffs. Only one word escaped her lips, "Why?" "Janey. You know why. Because I like it. And I also want you to wear these. I rummaged in the pack and brought out the nipple clamps. They were a pretty pair. Adjustable tension. Joined with a thin chain. Tears welled into her eyes as she saw and recognized the clamps. "Oh God. Please. What have I done? I did everything you asked. Please no." "Jane. Remember that sarcastic comment?" "I didn't mean anything. Honest. Master. It was an honest mistake. I apologized." "I know it was." I stroked her hair. "And you almost made up for it with the submissive behaviour afterwards." "Please don't put them on me. You have no idea how sensitive my boobs are. Please." "Jane." "Oh God. You are going to clamp me no matter what I say, aren't you?" "Jane. It could have been a lot worse. That remark almost got you a good strapping on the nipples, then the clamps, extra tightened. You managed to avoid most of it." "Please. Do you know how uncomfortable those things are going to be if I'm walking. It's bad enough without a bra. Please." I reached forward and began lightly stroking her right nipple. She cried silently, knowing what was coming, but not twisting away. I watched as she tried to concentrate on her breast. Tried to consciously will away the automatic tightening of the flesh to the touch of my finger. Her nipple, slowly, inexorably, tightened. Hardening. I slipped the first clamp over the nipple and tightened it until I thought that it was causing her enough discomfort. "Please don't do this. You don't have to. I'll be good. I swear it. It hurts." I repeated the procedure on her left nipple, the chain glinting in the sunlight between her breasts. I knelt down and slipped the ankle cuffs on her bare ankles and then rose. She sniffled, but resigned herself to the discomfort. She probably knew that this could be a lot worse. I gathered up her leash and snapped it onto her collar. I didn't have to pull because she just docilely fell in beside me, making as big a step as she could with the short ankle restraints. Our progress was slow, but I didn't mind. She concentrated on each step, trying to reduce the swing of the chain between her breasts. Softly crying out each time I idly reached out to swing the chain when she didn't swing it enough with her own movements. About half way back to the hotel, she braved speaking again. "M-m-aster?" "Yes?" "Please these clamps hurt. Can we take them off? I've learned my lesson." "And what lesson is that?" "No more sarcastic remarks. Ever." "That wasn't the lesson and you know it. I almost expect sarcasm out of you." Tears welled in her eyes. "Please, sir. What was the lesson, then? This poor dumb slave doesn't even know what she did wrong." "Think about it. You aren't dumb. You'll come up with it. We've still got quite a bit to go with you moving so slow." "I could move faster without these chains. Please, sir, can we rest a moment." I nodded. She shuffled over to the curb and sat her bare body down. Tears still falling heedlessly down her cheeks. Her nipples must have been really throbbing by this point. I watched as she unconsciously tried to move her hands in front of her to release the clamps. She did the female thing again to me. Wild subject change. "She was really confused you know." "What?" "Ashley. Back there. She's like me. Got off on the humiliation and pain but hated every moment that her body was betraying her. Worse than me. I would never have begged for a climax in front of you. She must have been really hot." "You're stronger. That's all. She'd been through a lot." "We could have taken you while you were recovering from that orgasm you know, you were pretty out of it. Neither of us had any restraints on." "And your nipples would be a hell of a lot sorer than they are now if you'd even considered it past wishful thinking." "I know. This is why I didn't try anything. But I saw it in her eyes briefly. To knock you out of the picture. If she wasn't so afraid of how you captured her so easily the first time, I think she would have tried. And regretted it, probably. You know, Ashley was even afraid to ask you to finish her off." "I figured. I saw you whispering to her. Why'd you help her?" "Kindred spirit. She sounded like she really wanted the release. I personally don't understand it completely. I mean you had just whipped her. I knew that if you were asked the right way you might take pity on her. Or at least not punish her for asking. I wasn't expecting the Lisa thing though. I could never beg you for an orgasm like that." "Care to bet?" "Please don't make me do that. All right, I would if you forced me. But she wanted to cum so bad, she was willing to humiliate herself completely to get it. I don't think I would ever do that on my own." "Care to bet?" "Please." I tucked the information back in my mind. I should see if I could disprove her. It might take a bit, but I bet I could get her begging for a climax. I touched her bare arm. She automatically rose to her feet. "Please can't we take off these clamps. My nipples are so sore. This s-slave would really like her Master if he took them off her." She gave me those puppy eyes that some women are so good at. She was starting to realize that I could be manipulated with the right phrasing. But she only used the third person Master/slave stuff when she thought it would get her something. Most of the time it worked, I'm ashamed to say. It was one of the hardest things I've had to do yet. She seemed so sincerely sorry. "In a while. Okay? I like them on you. Tell you what. If you come up with the lesson in three tries, I'll take them off you." Her face fell, and she walked beside me in silence. Probably pouting, but I didn't think I could resist that, so I avoided her eyes. She didn't even protest. I could just change the lesson forever, not giving her a chance. But what choice did she really have? She couldn't exactly just take them off herself. A while later, she just exploded with, "Obey without question." I turned to her. "Obey without question?" "Yeah, the lesson." "Jane. You're smarter than that. That is a damn good lesson, but that isn't why your nipples are clamped. And if you think about it, you know that you didn't question anything. You were pretty good in that department today." Her face fell and she fell in beside me again. Her face screwed up in concentration. At least as much as a naked, bound, tit clamped woman can concentrate. We had passed a few more building, one had a department store window where women's fashions were being displayed. I saw Jane look wistfully in at the mannequins in the windows. Wearing more than her. "Never talk back to you?" "Nope. Though in general that is a good idea as well. However, I'd get bored with you if you didn't talk back, occasionally. And that can be an unearned lesson. Never bore me. You know that not talking back is about the same as not being sarcastic. I already told you that this isn't the reason for your current punishment." "Oh." "One more try. I'd be careful about the next one. Unless you feel like sleeping in those things." "Please. My nipples are throbbing. I can't take it much longer." "You will, because you don't have a choice." We walked along. I could almost see her mind working. Wanting to come up with the right answer. Knowing it could be almost anything. Only knowing that it had something to do with the sarcasm. Of all the things to pick on. Wanting to blurt out anything that she came up with. Anything to get those damn clamps off her sore nipples but waiting trying to figure out the best one. Concentration fading with the pain. "Please, Master. Help a dumb slave? Please?" I just looked at her. She realized that I wasn't going to make it any easier on her and just looked down. "God. I will be punished for disobeying or angering you." "That is true. And I'll give you that you are on the right track." "Oh God. Please. Please take them off me." Tears had welled up in her eyes. "Please give this stupid slave slut another chance. Please?" I made her wait. Walking along for five minutes. Her quietly crying in frustration. "Only because you were so helpful back there today. You did an excellent job with Lisa and Ashley when they fell apart. But, you have to make a choice. I can tighten those things until you come up with the right answer. Or you can choose to wear them as they are until bedtime. How smart are you?" "Please. It could be anything. My nipples feel like they're on fire. Please have some mercy on a dumb slave. Please." She had almost completely fallen into the slave role on me. I wasn't entirely sure that I wanted that. But she was in pain. I was betting that as soon as those clamps came off, she'd revert to her normal sarcastic, willful self. Interesting to know. There was no way that I had broken her that easily. She'd just figured out that this kind of speech made things easier on her. And she was pretty quick adjusting her speech to the new pattern. Even though she was good at getting the words off her tongue, I could see the resistance still behind her eyes. I hadn't broken her yet. Not sure I ever would. "Choose." "Shit. Okay. Tighten them you bastard. I want another shot at this. And I can't wear these damn things until you let me sleep." I kind of figured that she wouldn't give up. Even if it meant a little more pain. I reached forward and gave them each another half turn. She closed her eyes and held her breath as the cruel clamps bit even more fiercely into her sensitive nipples. But she didn't cry out. We walked along for a while more. Her trying her damnedest to figure out what I wanted to hear. Trying to walk gingerly in her bare feet and ankle chains. Trying to keep her upper body as still as she could. I'd stopped moving the clamps a while back when I realized just how much they were hurting her. "You really have a thing for hurting my boobs, don't you?" "They are nice boobs to hurt. Why? You wet?" "Bastard." She gritted her teeth. "Have you figured it out yet?" "Are you going to tighten them again if I'm wrong?" "Nope, but I'm getting tired of this game. Last chance." "God. I can't stand this much longer." I stopped. I knew that she must have come up with some possibilities. Probably been wracking her brain for the last hour. She just was trying to choose between them. We were nearly back at the hotel. "Out with it then." "Please have mercy on me. I'm a person. I'm Jane. I feel, you know? I hurt. How would you make out in my place? My boobs hurt. I can't concentrate like this. My nipples are on fire. I'm sorry for whatever I did. Please. I'm so sorry. Please take them off. God. Please have mercy." "You are my slave. Nothing else. Remember that." "Oh God. Okay. Okay. Please just tell me what you want to hear. I'll get down on my knees. Beg you. I'll repeat it at the top of my lungs. I'll crawl all the way back to the hotel. Please take these damn things off my boobs. Please. They hurt." The last words almost plaintively, tears beginning to form in the corner of her eyes. "I'm waiting. As far as I'm concerned you can wear them forever. What do you think the lesson was?" "Oh God. Please. All right. If a slave is sufficiently cooperative and humbles herself to her Master, he may take leniency on her punishment. Please Master, this slave begs you to remove the clamps. Please." I reached forward and grasped the right clamp. Jane gasped as I moved the clamp. Ignoring her pain, I began to undo the clamp. Relief flooded into her face, just before she yelped at the pain of the returning circulation in her nipple. I released her left clamp, eliciting the same response from her. As soon as the clamps were off, she collapsed to her knees on the pavement. Sobbing in relief. Whispering, "Thank-you" over and over as she cried on her knees. Those clamps must have hurt a lot more than I'd intended. To be honest, I was completely surprised that she had come up with that. Considering her position, to consider it lenient was a stretch. But, I guess she was a smart girl. She knew that those clamps could have been a lot tighter on a lot more sensitive nipples. Though she tried to use the words to her advantage, both she as I knew that she was far from a stupid slave. I was actually impressed with her. I let her cry herself out and then raised her back to her feet. I handed her the hated clamps into her bound hands; she grasped them without question behind her back. Having her carry them back to the hotel, making her aware of them, even though they weren't currently attached to her breasts. That I was the one that could release her from the pain. Not her. Her nipples. Erect, and no doubt very sensitive were an angry red. Still slightly crying we found ourselves back at the hotel in about fifteen minutes. I took off her ankle chains and led her up the fire stairs to the suite. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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