Message-ID: <19652eli$9902040442@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tigger@alices.com (Tigger) Subject: [New Story] Protecting the Mistress (20/31) (FemDom, Romance) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: tigger@alices.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit 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: <36b8f6fc.8983889@news.erols.com> Tales of the Cabal: Protecting the Mistress by Tigger Copyright 1999, All Rights Reserved. Archiving and reposting of this work is permitted only on sites where *no* fee (including so-called adult checks) of any type is charged and provided that my authorship, the story itself and this statement of rights are included and are unchanged. This story is based on the Cabal as I developed it in one of my first stories, "Domination Games." This story is archived at the Nifty Archive. Url: www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Tigger/ The file is Domination-Games.html *********** Protecting the Mistress by Tigger Part 20: A Safe Bondage Interlude He was just so goddamned beautiful, Mary thought wistfully as she watched him struggle against the stringent binding straps and other restraints. Except for his head, every gorgeous inch of the man she loved was on display for her pleasure. She mused that, as much as she had always loved petting his soft, furry pelt of body hair, there was a lot to be said for smooth, perspiration dampened skin glinting in the lamplight, showing off each rippling muscle. A delightful shudder of pure desire made her yearn to do more with him. . . . and to him. Well, she promised herself, she could do all of those lovely things because he was all hers. Later. After she'd accomplished the goal she'd set for herself earlier this evening. Mary had ambushed him the moment Gerry had finished his evening office work. She'd caught him from behind, quickly pulling a thick leather, full-face blindfold hood over his head. Confused by the sudden darkness, Gerry had not put up much resistance when Mary had pulled his hands behind his back into her police style handcuffs. Locked in darkness and handcuffs, Gerald had permitted himself to be hustled into the four wheel drive. Some time later, they'd finally come to a halt. Once she had gotten him inside the building, Mary had stripped him and begun her plan, of which the first order of business had been to restrain him. Artistically and rigorously, Mary recalled with a mischievous grin. That had been fun all by itself. At her command, Gerald had knelt to the floor. Adjusting his position just so had taken several minutes, spreading his knees wide until he'd begun to feel the resistance in his hamstrings. Strong, wide straps at each knee and ankle anchored him like in that position. Mary knew just how difficult the final bondage she had in mind would be, and carefully prepared Gerald to prevent injury. It had surprised Gerald when Mary had begun "rocking" him back and forth from the hips. Each repetition pushed Gerry just a bit further over backwards, all the while carefully supporting his upper body so he wouldn't fall too far too soon. Mary's stretching warmup eventually loosened him up so that Gerald was able to lay all the way over on to a cushioned bolster positioned in the small of his back without distress. She had completed her living sculpture - almost an upside down hog tie - by clipping his handcuffed hands beneath the bolster to the same floor anchors that also held his ankle straps. Then she had gotten *really* creative. As loose as his muscles were, Gerald was still sweating profusely. The tension on every muscle and ligament was still tolerable, but the effort to hold himself in a position that minimized that strain was not the only reason for perspiration. The vibrations started again, sending a near electrical shock through Gerald's body and causing him to clench his already overtaxed muscles. Mistress Mary had put some type of vibrating cock-ring device onto the root of his penis. From what he could tell in his blindfolded condition, the toy vibrated madly until his penis erected enough to click off some type of switch, then it would stop. When his erection began to ease from the sudden lack of stimulation, the switch would close and the vibrations would start again. The toy had already cycled on and off at least six times, and the interval between the toy turning off and then back on was getting shorter and shorter as his overstimulated cock became ever more sensitive. Time for phase two, Mary thought, feeling quite pleased with her progress thus far. A piece of leather over Gerald's ear came away from the hood with a snapping sound. "How is my boy doing - all tied up and oh-so-very sexy?" Mary cooed into his ear. "My, but your muscles are so tight and hard, Gerry." her hand slipped down to grip and stroke his rampant erection very slowly. "Mmmmmm, so is this muscle." Gerald groaned and began to struggle hard against his restraints. Mary loved it. "What's the matter, sweetie? Don't you like my little toy?" He felt her nails graze his nipples just before white hot sensation burned holes into his chest. "Maybe you will like these better, Gerry." Gerry held his breath, and remained absolutely still, going along with the burning sensation. Grimly determined, he waited for the numbness that experience told him would soon follow the clamps' initial bite. The sudden, unexpected pain had another effect. It effectively blocked the maddening vibration around his groin, so his erection, even with the vibrator going wild, drooped. Gentle fingers once again wrapped around the trunk of Gerry's penis, massaging and fondling him gently. "Poor baby." he heard Mary whisper. "You went all soft. We can't have that. It will spoil all our fun. Here, let me tell you just what I have in mind for that lovely little hardon, darling." Mary dropped her voice another register as she began to tell him all the marvelously kinky, sexy things she was going to do to him and have him do to her. In spite of himself, blood surged back into his groin, making him even harder than he had been earlier. Gerry began pumping as much as his rigid bondage would permit, trying to add just that tiny bit of sensation that would send him over the edge. He . . . was . . . ALMOST. . . *THERE* . . Three things combined to stop Gerald's climax in mid-surge: The vibrating cockring stopped again; Mary's hand stopped; And the clamps on his chest came ALIVE!!! Gerry screamed his dismay - the damned nipple clamps were vibrators, too, and they evidently turned on at the same moment the one on his dick turned off. The dull ache of the clamps exploded anew into fresh misery as the vibrations awoke the no-longer-numb nerve endings. Time for phase three. "Please let this work." she breathed under her breath. "So!" Gerald heard Mary say aloud, "As you can see, my slave is caught between Scylla and Charybdis. Either his poor little man parts or his cute little nipples are always teasing him; their pain and pleasures at war, always fighting for supremacy while he tries to navigate between them to the safety of his orgasm. So, my honored friends, the question is: Will he make it all the way and come, or will the gentle torment of his nipples continue to thwart him? Will he still be trying to come when the bell rings? Set your wagers, please. This test will last.. . " The leather ear patched snapped back into place, garbling the remainder of Mary's statement. She might as well have said forever, because for Gerald, time stopped. If the tension straining every muscle in Gerald's body could have increased another iota, it would have. There were *people* here, dammit! Another fucking audience and they were watching him, *again*! They were watching him suffering, hearing him moan and even scream. . . betting on the outcome like he was some damned race horse. Oh God, his mind shrieked, just like when that guy Victor and his wife had pulled that damn stunt on him at the Lodge! He couldn't face that again - he just could not deal with that humiliation again! He had to HIDE - had to get away to someplace where what they saw, what they heard and what they said wouldn't matter. Gerald felt himself begin slowly sinking back into that safe, dark, and private corner of his mind again, when the vibrations shifted back to his groin. The sudden shift of focus momentarily snapped him back. Then, he felt Mary's hand as she caressed the length of him again, and the ear flap once again snapped free. "Are you still with me, Gerry? Talk to me, sweetheart. I specifically did not gag so that you could communicate with me." What the hell did she mean? his mind growled. Communicate with her? "Stay with me, Gerry." she called to him as he sought to slip away from this place, away from her friends. Away from her. He was doing it again, he realized, and he promised her he wouldn't. Grimly, he fought back his way back to the conscious plane. "I'm . . . I'm here, Mistress." he choked out, and found himself kissed softly. And he stayed, throughout the entire trial. How long it lasted, Gerald could not tell. His only time mark was which vibrator was on and which one was off. Was he getting harder or softer? Did his nipples hurt or merely ache? However long it actually took in real time, for Gerald it seemed to go on and on and on . . . Toward the end, he became aware of something else happening to his body. There was a new sensation to deal with - a deep, cramping muscular pulling in his lower abdomen, directly above his penis, around his groin to a spot just above his rectum. The ache swiftly turned into real pain that grew in intensity each time his penis erected, each time that muscle contracted to lift the weight of his lengthening cock. Until finally, everything else paled in comparison to that burning muscle cramp and that was all he felt. "Safe word!" he screamed when the cramps finally became unbearable. "Please, make it stop!!!" Instantly, the vibrations ceased, and safety snaplinks opened to relax the restraints holding his arms and legs. As he tried to stretch out, an incredible moist heat enveloped his tortured, over sensitive manhood. He felt a hand gently fondling his balls, while another massaged the still painfully cramping muscles. Gradually, the pain eased and his excitement grew under the loving ministrations. "I am going to come!" he yelled to warn whoever was giving him this gift. Mary did her best to answer him, but with her mouth full, all that came out was an affirmative sounding garble - at least she hoped it was positive because his overworked muscle could not have held off the eruption a second longer. The spasms that ejected the semen brought the cramps back with a vengeance, but Mary continued to massage them away as she drank in his very soul, lost in the pleasure of loving him orally. When the last dribble had escaped, he felt that other body slide up his own, followed by a pair of soft lips gently caressing his mouth. An insistent tongue teased him into opening his mouth to deepen the kiss, for which he was rewarded with a mouthful of some viscous, slightly salty fluid. "Swallow, pet, and I will take you home." Mistress Mary said softly. Dutifully, Gerald swallowed his own semen. "Good boy, love. I am very proud of you." She kissed him again, much deeper than the last, until Gerry groaned his growing discomfort into her mouth. "Oops," she giggled. "Here, let me finish getting you on your feet." That was not a quick process. Gerald had been in that severe bondage for nearly forty minutes, much longer than Mary had anticipated this exercise lasting. They had to stop several times so that Mary could massage out a muscle spasm, or ease another cramp. Finally, he was on his feet - shakily so - but on his feet. Gerry raised his hands to his head, feeling for the zipper on the hood, but Mary's touch stopped him. "I know that you safe worded, Gerry, and if you insist, I will remove the hood. I'd rather wait until we are home, but a safe word is a safe word. So, it is up to you." Gerald did not particularly want to see the people who had been watching him throughout this test of Mary's. Did not want to know who they were or worry about ever meeting them again in some other, more polite situation. What he didn't know, could not embarrass him. Wearily, he shook his head. "Leave the hood on, Mistress. I've kind of gotten used to it." Mary sighed inaudibly, greatly relieved at his decision. She had taken a big risk with this little game, but she had read him correctly. The derived benefit of this exercise would have been greatly reduced or even lost if Gerry could see his surroundings. She gave him a gentle hug in response. Mary stayed close to him, her shoulder propping him up, helping to support his weary body. "Sally, you will please see to the payoff of the wagers - Gerry needs to be home and in the hot tub. Thank you all for coming." Mary said, thanking the non-existent people of the audience who "filled" the empty room. And with that, Mary led Gerald, in a very circuitous route, through various rooms and hallways, and finally out the backdoor of his own house. She drove them around again for about twenty minutes, same as she had on the trip to the "borrowed dungeon" before returning to Gerry's house for the second time that evening. This time, however, she escorted him through the front door. It had been a very good night, she smiled happily. He'd been damned close to going back into hiding on her again. She'd seen his body seem to relax even while the intentionally tormenting toys were going at maximum strength. Only he hadn't gone away, hadn't left her. He'd heard her call him and he had stayed with her, had endured for her. He had wanted to protect himself from her non-existent audience, and yet, he had stayed open for her. And it wasn't over, she thought happily. If she did not get loved at least four times tonight while she took care of his hurts in the hot tub, she'd be very surprised. Gerry needed to rest his aching body in the swirling, bubbling heated water, but there was nothing wrong with his tongue. Another delightful shiver crawled down her spine, and curled around deep into her womanly core. Who knows, she grinned lasciviously, maybe Gerry might even be able to get it back up tonight, with a little TLC and the right motivation. Mary was definitely motivated enough for both of them! End Part 20 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----