Message-ID: <21785asstr$945144601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Deborah the Cowgirl" Subject: {ASSM} Story: Cageless Captivity (Ff/m, Forced) Lines: 445 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.3110.3 X-Original-Message-ID: <081e64435071db9CPIMSSMTPE01@msn.com> Date: Mon, 13 Dec 1999 23:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin To see this or other of my stories, visit www.cowgirldeb.com or email me at cowgirldeb@cowgirldeb.com Cageless Captivity “Slap yourself!” Eve demanded of Eric. This was definitely turning out to be a wild night. Of course, what Eric had done up to this was about the same as prying open a lion’s mouth and resting your head softly inside. It doesn’t pay to antagonize the female dominants. ******** Hopeless infatuation with a woman you can never have seems a rite of manhood in America. And, almost like pimples, the best that you young boys can hope for is that it is a phase that ends quickly. If you ask me, the merciful young ladies are the ones who will just tell you to fuck off from the very beginning. It may seem painful right then, but it’s far better than falling for someone who will just sadistically string you along and encourage you to continue your whipped, obsequious behavior in front of all your peers. It serves men right though. I mean, surely they would realize that when you give this kind of power to a woman you don’t even know, you aren’t going to like the result. The absolute worst and most humiliating spectacle I have ever seen was what happened to poor Eric. Eric got a case of “love at first sight” on this cruel sadistic bitch who just toyed with and humiliated him the whole time. Her name was Eve and she was a good friend of mine. >From the very first time Eve’s girlfriends first whispered to her that Eric had a crush on her, she began planing on how best to make him suffer. Not that she had anything against Eric personally mind you, but she and I both think that making men suffer is one of the most pleasurable experiences known, and she wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity. It took a long time for Eric to finally approach her. We both lost track of the days that he spent walking a ways behind her after class waiting for that perfect moment. It was obvious to me that he was filled with fear of rejection, because he followed her around like a pound puppy for days without ever getting up enough nerve to approach her. She figured that once he finally took the bait, he would swallow the hook and she would have complete freedom to abuse him however she saw fit. Finally one day, when she was walking after class alone, he started to walk along side her. She waited for him to say something, but he just keep walking side by side in silence as if she had already gagged him! Determined not to let this opportunity get away, Eve spoke. "Hey Eric," she said, looking at him with a smile. "Hey Eve." Trying to make it as easy for him to make his move as possible, she asked, "Do anything exciting lately?" "No, you?" can his unimaginative response. "No not really. I have been wanting to go to the movies lately but don’t have anyone to go with." For all you guys wondering out there, no, it doesn’t get any more obvious than that. "Really," he said, his face breaking into a warm smile. "I don’t see how a woman as beautiful as you can’t find a date." Flattery was a good start, it could easily lead to boot licking later. It was here that she laid her trap. "Well, I am pretty particular. I just don’t date any guy. My man has to be completely loyal to me. I just can’t be at ease with someone who I know is thinking about other girls." "Yea, I know what you mean," he said weakly. The two of them kept walking like that as she waited for him to take the bait and ask her out- or at least say something. She later told me that she could see the wheels in his head spinning rapidly as he groped for some line that didn’t seem too desperate. Finally, he said, "I would be loyal to you Eve," and just like that, she had him. She acted like the comment caught him off guard. "Ahm, well… that’s nice Eric, but I don’t think you really ready for a totally loyal relationship right now." "No, Eve. I am ready. I have been thinking about you a lot lately and I decided that if I could have you, then I wouldn’t want anybody else." There wasn’t anything particularly amazing about the content of what he said, people say irrational bullshit things like this all the time, the real amazing part was that he actually believe the bullshit he was saying. Amazing thing infatuation. "Ha," she laughed. "Nice try Eric, but I know that you are too much of a player to really be loyal to me." "What?" he stammered. "No Eve that’s not true at all. I don’t even think about other women. Just try me you’ll see. I will be the most loyal boy you have ever had." Funny, she hadn’t even started to talk about S&M yet, and she already had him talking like a sub. She stopped, pulled a page out of my notebook and wrote her phone number on it. "Well, Eric. We can give dating a try if you want," she said as she folded the paper in one hand and extended it to him. His face lit up. That was the answer he had envisioned over and over again, but he just couldn’t believe it had been that easy. He broke into a big smile and casually reached for the paper. Eve, cruel as ever, pulled it back from him just as he reached for the prize. "I am warning you right now Eric, I am going to test the limits of your loyalty, and if you slip up, it’s goodbye forever. No second chances, no friendships afterwards, Goodbye forever. " She knew that would make him freeze for a second. He was already very afraid of rejection and here she was saying that if she found him wanting, he would be harshly rejected and never have another chance to get the one he coveted so. He looked at the paper as if it were a loaded gun. Then he reached out his hand and took it. "Call me tonight at 8 O’clock," she said as she walked away, planning his demise with every step. When she got home, she called me on the phone and told me the whole story. I couldn’t believe it when she told me how submissive he had been right off the bat. She invited me over that evening so I could watch her have some more fun. ******** Her watch read 8:06 when the phone rang. "Hello," she said. "Yes, Eve, this is Eric. You had wanted me to call you about now." "What time do you have Eric?" "Ahm, I have 8 o’clock." "Then you must keep time differently than I do, because my watch reads well past 8 o’clock and I don’t like to be kept waiting." That caught him off guard, and it took him a couple of seconds to compose himself and come back with a reply "Ah, I’m sorry, Eve," he said nervously. What Eve said next I have to admit was a masterpiece of male manipulation the still leaves me envious. "Oh, it’s alright Eric. It’s just when you approached me this afternoon you seemed so noble. I thought about you the whole way home and how chivalrous you seemed. I guess I was silly of me, but I let myself get these grand chivalrous notions of you and suddenly I thought like you might be the one. My one loyal subject... I had expectations, that’s all. But I realize know that they were unrealistic and not your fault. So it’s okay that you can’t live up to them." "B-but, I am noble and chivalrous," he said desperately. “Those expectations of me weren’t misplaced. I can be your one loyal subject. God, how can I prove that to you?” "Well Eric, since you asked I guess I should say that if you want to be chivalrous you have a long way to go.” “What do you mean?” he asked meekly. “Well, tell me, have you seen any portraits of knights and ladies from Medieval times?" "Yes" "And what are the knights always doing before their ladies?" she asked. "They are kneeling." "That’s right Eric, they are kneeling. You didn’t kneel when you asked me out today. If you are really as chivalrous as you say you are yet you didn’t kneel before me then that must mean that I am not the one that you want to be you lady, hmmm?." Now I know that Eve usually starts off her relationships with subs much more slowly. But I knew what she was doing. You see, Eric was not a submissive in the usual sense; he was just a normal vanilla boy with a crush, so she had to make the most of it while his crush lasted. "I… I’m sorry. I am chivalrous. I will prove it to you. I will kneel next time." "Not good enough Eric, you had better kneel now." "Now," Eric asked. "But you can’t see it. We are just talking over the phone." "I won’t tolerate a man who lies to me Eric. You told me you were chivalrous. Those knights fought in tournaments of honor for their ladies. The risked their lives and many died on the jousting field. They DIED for their ladies Eric. They worshipped them and they were willing to die for them. If you want to be like them, you had better worship me. Get on your knees now." She heard movement on the other end of the line, and groans of discomfort as his knees hit the hard floor. To a dominant woman, male groans of displeasure is like blood to a shark- it puts us in a frenzy. "Okay," he said. "I am kneeling for you now Eve." "That’s another thing, if we are going to have a truly chivalrous relationship, you can’t keep calling me that. You had better start calling me ‘My Lady.’" "O-okay, My Lady. I am kneeling for you My Lady." "That’s better. Now aren’t you studying computer science or something." "Yes My Lady," "And didn’t you say something once about having a computer with a digital camera?" "Yes my Lady." "Good. I have my computer here in front of me. I want you to set up your camera and send me the feed so that I can see that you are really kneeling.” “Yes my Lady.” It took a few minutes for Eric to accomplish his task. While this was going, Eve and I exchanged whispers about what exactly she was going to make him do over the phone for our amusement. I tried to keep my voice low so that he wouldn’t know I was there. When the picture finally came through to Eve’s computer, I just sat back and watched the show. “Good boy, Eric,” she told him. “Now I am going to ask you to prove your devotion to me. The things I am going to ask you to do are not pleasant. They are painful and humiliating, but if you are willing to prove your devotion to me then you will earn the honor of dating me. If not, then I don’t ever want you to approach me again. Okay?” Eric gulped hard as he considered her words. I was amazed that he was even considering it. Her proposition was in no way reasonable. Either he had hard core submissive tendencies or this was one serious crush. Much to my amazement, Eric said, “Okay.” “Okay WHAT?” Eve yelled. “O-Okay My Lady,” Eric said quickly. “Good. Now then, I want you to remove all your clothes and sit back down in your computer in camera view so that I can see how good you look.” “Yes My Lady.” My head started to fill with a cruel sadistic lust as I watched Eric meekly undress on Eve’s videoscreen. Not the kind of lust were you want to have sex, the kind of lust where you want to fuck and fuck with somebody. I can’t really explain it to those of you who have never felt it, but sometimes I just become a different person. I have this urge to be cruel, to dominate, to destroy. This was an especially hard situation for me because Eve was the one who was in control here, and Eric was doing whatever she wanted. “Now Eric,” Eve said. “I will need you to get some things. Hurry and get a cup of ice, a necktie, a jar of vasoline, and a couple of closepins.” Eric’s face betrayed a confused look to the camera as he sat there confused. “You bastard. How dare you sit there when I have given you a direct order!” Eric’s face suddenly turned from bewilderment to fear. “I-I’m sorry.” “Slap yourself!” Eve demanded of Eric. This was definitely turning out to be a wild night. I have to say that Eric’s face became the most convincing mask of shock I have ever seen, and I have seen a lot. “You heard me fucker, slap yourself!” Eric slowly raised his hand and gently slapped his left cheek. “Slap not pet, now do it again.” Eric slapped his left cheek with his left hand again, but not hard enough leave any redness. “Harder.” Eric slapped himself again and I began to see a little redness when he took his hand away. I also felt my pussy began to tingle. What Eve was doing to this poor boy was driving me wild. Of course, Eve kept pushing him. She angrily growled in the phone, “Listen Eric. Hear that anger in my voice? Hear how pissed off I am? I want to slap you so fucking silly that you don’t remember how this all got started. But I can’t do that because I’m not there. So you are going to have to slap yourself for me, and I want it to be just as hard as I would do it if I were there. Got it?” Eric nodded softly as he put the phone (which he had been holding in his other hand) down on the computer desk in front of him. He then slowly cocked he left hand back and, with all his might, brought his own hand across his own face. A large red welt was left on his check. “Good boy,” Eve shouted through the phone. Now you are starting to get the idea. Now...DO IT AGAIN!” Eric cocked his hand back again. I could tell that his body was fighting him because he started to flinch as he brought his hand into his face again. “Again!” Eve demanded, and Eric complied. “And again!” They went on like that for at least 10 minutes. She had Eric trade checks until they were both rosy red. She kept telling him how hot he was making her- her red cheecked little boy. She finally stopped when we could see tears streaming down his crimson cheeks. “Alright now Eric, good boy. Now be a dear and go get the cup of ice, necktie, jar of vasoline, and closepins like I asked.” This time he did not hesitate; just the opposite he ran and returned in less than half a minute. “Good boy. Now I am going to ask something’s that will require both hands and I don’t want you to set the phone on the counter like last time. So I want you to take the necktie and tie that phone to your head. Make sure to wrap it over your eyes too, because I don’t want you looking at how silly you are.” I was fascinated now. I couldn’t believe how far Eve had pushed this poor boy. It seemed like his personal horror at the situation had made him damn up his emotions. In slow, robotic movements, Eric used the makeshift blindfold to tie the phone to his head and to cover his eyes. “Good. You please me when you obey me without question.” “Thank you My Lady,” said Eric blankly. “Now Eric, get out the vasoline there in front of you. I want you to use your fingers and lube up your ass for me. Make it nice and juicy so that if I was there with my strapon I could easily fuck you like the good little bitch that you are. “ I could only guess what Eric was thinking now. How deep he had become so quickly. How different this scene had become then what he had envisioned this afternoon. The confusion I am sure that clouded his mind as to why this woman was asking all these things of him and the fear in his mind of losing her if he didn’t do what she asked. He took the vasoline and ran his fingers through it. Then he leaned back in the chair, spread his legs and started to rub it deep into his sensitive ass. “Rub your fingers deeper. Penetrate your ass for me. Finger yourself like you want to finger me.” Eric drew in a deep breath and started to press his fingers deeper into his ass. He grimaced as his asshole first resisted, then relaxed and let his intruding fingers enter. “Good. Now Eric, I am going to turn your asshole into a pussy so that I can fuck it later if I want to. Now I want you to push one finger as deep as you can. Then two, then three.” Eric grimace grew into an excruciating mask of pain as started to slowly work his index finger in and out of his sensitive ass. Then two fingers, then three. My eyes were fixated to the computer screen as he slowly started to fist himself. Even though I wasn’t in the room with him, I was so into the scene that I could smell the vasoline, hear the slimy squeaking of his ass being violated, and taste his bitter-sweet submission to the woman who he couldn’t live without. It was driving me so wild that I use my hands to press my breasts together, closing my eyes and feeling the resistance of my bra and shirt against my sensitive tits. In my minds eye, I though how sweet it would be to have slapped Eric myself. How much I wanted to personally humiliate him like the others. Then I slowly opened my eyes and watched Eve continue to torment him. Even though it was her show, I still felt a part of it- a part that wanted some release. I noticed when I looked back at the screen that Eric’s penis had become erect as he sat there fingering his ass. A detail that was not lost on Eve. “I can’t believe you you sick fucker. Here I am making you do things that I think you hate to see how loyal and devoted you are and now it seems like you are getting off on it aren’t you?” Eric turned his head away from the camera. He had no answer for his body alone was excited when his mind was awash in the shame of what he was doing. “Will see if you are a pain slut in addition to a sodomite whore. Take your free hand and grab those closepins. I want you to clamp one over each nipple. If you find that arousing, I don’t know what I am going to do with you.” Eric sniffled back the snot that had begun to run out his nose from crying. He obediently grabbed the closepins and put them on his nipples, yelping when the cold plastic dug into each nipple. “Now you little slut, I want you to keep working all your fingers deep into your ass while you grab the closepins and pull them off. Pull them off slowly though- let’s see how far you nipple can stretch away from your body.” Slowly Eric pulled the right closepin away from his body, taking his nipple with it. He started to breathe in quick, pained bursts as the pain overtook him. I knew from experience how bad he must have wanted to closepin to release his tortured nipple, but it held fast as he stretched his tit out further and further from his eyes. This show of masochism and devotion was driving me wild. My pussy began to demand satisfaction as I heard his tortured scream over the phone. Mercifully, the closepin finally released. He stopped to draw in a tortured breath or two, then he grabbed the other pin. “How bad am I hurting you little baby?” asked Eve. “Terribly, My Lady. Please tell me I can stop.” I could hear the pleading in Eric’s voice as he begged for release. “Okay Eric, you can stop.” “Thank you My Lady,” said Eric as he collapsed back into his chair. “And you can stop calling me ‘My Lady’” said Eve coldly. “What? Why, what’s wrong.” “You could have always stopped anytime you wanted Eric. I thought you wanted to do this. I thought you wanted to show me how devoted you were, how chivalrous. But you don’t want to show me. You obviously just want to sit there and finger your ass like you have been doing. Hell, I bet you wanted me to tell you to jerk off. I bet you’ve had a lot of deep seated submissive fantacies. You see Eric I thought this was about your devotion to me, but it’s not. It’s about your pleasure. As soon as we start doing so pain for my sake, you want to stop. Well fine Eric. Stop. Go ahead and jerk off, but just don’t ever call her again.” And with that, Eve hung up. Of course I knew it was a ploy. She wanted to shame him into giving up the last of any inhibitions he might have had. Then she would use him up totally, and discard him when she had had her fun. She planned to go over to his place tonight and have her way with him, but first she wanted to force him to think he had blown it so that he would work that much harder. What can I say, no one ever said dominant women weren’t cruel and manipulative. Know what she had in mind, I thanked her for a good time, got up, and left. I knew that tomorrow she would call with details and pictures and we would laugh about all the things that she had made him do. And of course, she did. But that is a different story. ******** Epilogue: Crushes are different for men than for women. Both are characterized by deep and often unreturned infatuation, but men have to go through the added humiliation of asking the girl out. And while the culturally feminine role of admiring from afar hardly ever brings the desired result, it is a far better mysery than that of pursuit. For crushes inevitably are about the one that you want but can never have, and pursuing those who you can never have is an exercise in futility, frustration, and humiliation. In other words, ever man starts out in a masochistic relationship with a woman, so just keep coming for more punishment. I relieved that episode with my own subs a few times. I even re-enacted the phone session. I posted the photo of what I did to my sub below, thought you might like it. (c) 1999 Copyright. All rights reserved. By Deborah the Cowgirl. 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