ORDEAL IN LIVERPOOL by Long Tall Mary

At forty years old, Kathleen would have made a trophy wife for some deserving guy, but having been divorced for five years, shunned the idea of dating. An elementary school teacher in a suburban Syracuse district, she was extremely devoted to her two daughters, ages nineteen and twenty, both of whom were attending college out of town. With a dead beat ex, a good share of her salary was spent on tuition for the daughters.

A natural blond, at 5’8 and 145 pounds, Kathleen possessed an athletic body, one that enabled her to be a star soccer goalie in college, some twenty years ago. She was a regular at the local fitness center and in addition jogged several times a week. At work she had a propensity for tight fitting and provocative attire, such as short skirts, but few co workers considered her to be a slut, rather the teaser type.

Her aspiration was to eventually become a principal, however her reputation as a mediocre teacher, combined with a long standing feud with the current principal, severely hindered her prospects. Her tendencies for tardiness and excessive sick days provided ammunition for unfavorable performance reviews. Kathleen had spurned his advances some time ago, it was widely believed that this was the basis for the feud.

Kathleen was controversial in other respects as well. She was an outspoken opponent of homosexuality, be it gay or lesbian. This extended not only to the issue of legal protections, but the morality of the lifestyle itself. Considering that a significant number of her co-workers were gay or lesbian, she was regarded by many as being mean spirited and intolerant. In addition she was an avid pro-lifer, and member of a local evangelical church that was the equivalent of the well known Westside Baptist Church.

For all her moral and social piousness, Kathleen used her sex when expedient. Like so many mature women, she was moderately addicted to the use of prescription tranquilizers. In order to assure a continuing supply, on several occasions she had sexual encounters with her male psychiatrist. She detested this, particularly because of his limited erectile capabilities, none the less she acquiesced to his advances .

Kathleen was contemptuous of males with such limited 

capabilities. In the case of the therapist she had prudently refrained from commenting on it, while married, and with male sex partners prior to that, those who did not meet her expectations were openly ridiculed.

In recent weeks Kathleen had nurtured strong bondage fantasies. While exploring sexually explicit web sites, she had come upon a bondage site and was immediately aroused by photos of women in restraint, being used sexually by males. She avoided web sites that depicted lesbian bondage.

Kathleen had no history of bondage experience and could not articulate the reason for the attraction. She had no wish to explore it with her therapist, fearing that he might demand she partake of such activity with him. Her preferences were quite specific-being spanked and fucked while hogtied, with no gags or floggings, a condom would also be required.

Being a long time user of AOL she was familiar with the chat room scene. Using an alternate screen name, she opened her own bondage chat room and was inundated with instant messages. She become quite selective about whom to chat with. One person she become comfortable chatting with was Paul, a 45 year old dom from the Binghamton area, about a ninety minute drive.

Paul was an expert when it came to manipulating the fears of novice submissives. In reality he was a hard core sadist, one who seldom had a second encounter with the same sub. From years of experience he knew that the best method of procuring an encounter, was to pretend to share the bondage preferences of the female.

For example, if a prospective sub was averse to being gagged Paul would assure her that he would honor the preference. Once the actual encounter commenced it was all Paul’s way, the sub would be used in any way he saw fit. That way was usually restrictive hogties, coupled with flogging, nipple torture, and of course gags. If a sub was averse to anal sex, it would be forced upon her. He particularly enjoyed a sub begging for mercy, even more so with the cries muffled by a gag.

Many of Paul’s encounters took place at his home dungeon, where it was feasible to inflict heavy pain and confine subs for extended periods, often attached to an overhead bar or locked in a cage. He particularly enjoyed forcing a sub to wear a hood for varying periods of time, something the majority of them abhor. On a few occasions he was able to have the encounter at the sub’s home, there his treatment was equally brutal. When an encounter took place at a hotel Paul was forced to moderate his activities, much to his dislike of course.

Paul’s occupational status was largely a mystery. While he possessed a law license and was listed in the phone book, he had no office, or known clients. He was an extravagant spender, frequenting area gambling casinos and was known to stay overnight for a week at the Turning Stone Casino. Whatever his real occupation, Paul was the consummate con man when it came to procuring female submissives.

Kathleen naively considered herself to be an excellent judge of character, within two weeks of chatting with Paul she had revealed numerous intimacies about her life. This included her homophobia, which would soon have dire consequences. In addition they had exchanged pictures and chatted by phone. Kathleen easily succumbed to Paul’s prevarications and longed for an encounter with him.

Kathleen, not wishing to appear overly eager, did not immediately agree to a meeting. Finally after nearly three weeks of chatting and playing hard to get, she consented to a meeting at the food court of the Carousel Mall a gigantic shopping mall on the periphery of downtown Syracuse. She told Paul that she might consider going to a local motel, but not to assume it a done deal.

Actually Kathleen had every intention of having a bondage encounter that night, but not a motel, which she considered beneath her dignity. Instead the encounter would be at her house in Liverpool, a mere ten minute drive from the mall. Paul was intuitively certain they would engage in bondage on the first meet, begrudgingly he resigned himself to a motel session.

Paul had long harbored a desire to force an unwilling female sub to have sex with a dominatrix. Fortunately he was acquainted with Mary C., a 60 year old dominatrix from the Syracuse area. At 6’0 and 190 pounds, over the years she had acquired a reputation as a visceral sadist. Forcing lesbian sex upon an unwilling female immediately appealed to her, however Mistress does not perform for free and quoted a three hundred dollar rate, which Paul was more than willing to pay.

The Carousel meeting was scheduled for a Friday at six in the evening. Mistress would await Paul’s call as to the location of the actual encounter and would arrive there at a designated time. Having forced gay sex upon unwilling heterosexual males numerous times, Mistress never failed to be aroused as the sub struggled desperately, however futile, to escape their restraints upon learning their fate. It was a welcome change to know that the unwilling sub would be a female.

Kathleen took Friday as a sick day and spent the better part of the afternoon prepping herself for the encounter. Trying to appear as whorish as possible, she wore a black mini-skirt and tight white blouse, with the later complimenting her impressive cleavage. It was December and sub-freezing in Syracuse, Kathleen wore a green suede waist length coat which did nothing to conceal the mini, the clacking sounds of a pair of red Classic Mary Jane stilettos with 4 ˝ heels, further assured that heads would turn as she strutted the mall concourse. She relished the thought of being conspicuous amongst the holiday shopping crowd.

After taking a sedative pill, the third of the day, Kathleen drove to the mall. At 5:30 immediately before departing she made a cell call to Paul, who indicated the meeting was on schedule. Kathleen, while clearly an assertive woman, was perceived by many to be high strung, something not advantageous in this situation.

Upon entering the food court Kathleen realized Paul was already present, sitting alone at a table, a soft drink in his hand. His attire was casual, jeans, a black pullover sweater, with a black leather jacket hanging on the back of the chair.

One immediate turnoff was Paul’s appearance, at 5’7 and nearly 190 pounds, he was much heavier than in his photo. Kathleen had a negative bias towards slovenly males but struggled to put it aside for the moment. For nearly ten minutes they carried on a conversation, avoiding the question of whether an encounter would take place. At that point Paul suggested that the two proceed immediately to a local five star hotel.

Kathleen had decided in advance that she would play hard to get, but she was unable to resist his advance. She offered the use of her house, he could follow her in his vehicle. Paul was elated by the offer, straining to conceal his delight. After writing down her address, the two left the mall, rendezvoused in their separate vehicles, then proceeded towards her home with Paul following closely behind.

During the trip Paul was able to contact Mistress by cell, jubilantly reporting the unexpected development. Mistress would wait until Paul called before she would arrive at Kathleen’s home.

As it was about a thirty minute drive from her home in Camillus, she departed immediately carrying an oversized handbag, which contained her toys. She would loiter in the Liverpool area awaiting Paul’s call.

Kathleen was fraught with anxiety during the drive and took one more tranquilizer, she knew this was her limit and any further sedation would leave her visibly impaired. She now had an uneasy feeling about Paul, he seemed more benign when talking by phone, maybe it would have better  to accept the hotel offer. It took every ounce of willpower to psyche herself and refrain from calling off the home encounter.

The two vehicles pulled into her driveway at the same time. Paul removed his toy bag from the trunk and followed Kathleen inside, then wasted no time in getting down to business. Standing in the living room he commanded “you stupid slut undress now and do it quickly ”, it was clearly a menacing tone. Kathleen summoned her courage and complied, while doing so Paul removed a coil of red rope from his bag. Paul was extremely proficient in rope work and was disdainful towards handcuffs.

In short order Paul completed the rope work on the upper part of her body. To make it more painful he used a harness arrangement and with her wrists tied behind her, he raised them nearly to her shoulder blades, in rear preacher fashion. When Kathleen complained of the discomfort his response was “slut you will not speak without permission”, then producing a red ball gag. She immediately balked, as the agreement had been for no gag.

Paul roughly dragged her into the bedroom, forcing her face down upon the bed. Kneeling atop her, the ball gag was forced into place. A leather collar was then padlocked around her neck. Kathleen now realized she was dealing with a sadist, and helpless in his hands. Paul completed her bondage by tying her ankles together, then attaching the other end of the rope around her neck. She was now hogtied in a manner that would result in strangulation if she struggled. Thoughts that he might be homicidal entered her mind.

Next was a monolog recital of just what Kathleen could expect. “You will be fucked in every hole, suck cock and feel the whip, in addition I have made arrangements for a dominatrix to be here shortly, and you will serve at her pleasure-then you will submit to me”. Kathleen desperately wanted to protest but the combination of the ball gag and neck tie made such effort futile.

With horror she listened as he dialed a number and gave directions for her house to the dominatrix. He then held the phone up to her ear, an evil sounding female voice chortled “You uppity bitch, you will soon learn the pleasure of lesbian sex, don’t go anywhere”. The conversation was terminated, Paul produced a lycra hood and pulled it over Kathleen’s head, her sensory deprivation was now complete.

Kathleen’s anxiety was so intense, she knew that she could not survive were it not for the extra sedation. Paul casually remarked to her that being blindfolded would make the anxiety of waiting for the dominatrix more bearable. For fifteen minutes Kathleen remained hooded, unable to determine what Paul was doing, she soon heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, a door slamming, followed by female footsteps in the house.

Paul and Mistress had already agreed on a ploy to inflict further terror upon their prisoner. Sometime after Mistress arrived she would insist on transporting Kathleen to a lesbian bar near Oswego, where she would be put on public display, then run through a sex gauntlet. Paul would vehemently refuse to go along with and would come off looking like a nice guy. Mistress was very adept at this type of ploy.

The hood was removed, allowing Kathleen her first look at the sadistic dominatrix. Wearing a whorish looking blond hairpiece, a black vinyl mini with matching top, and red calf length boots, it was clear that Mistress was in charge as she barked out commands to Paul, first to remove the rope from around her neck, and then to attach a set of nipple clamps.

“Are you comfy, I know you can’t speak but nod your head if you are” commanded Mistress. When Kathleen failed to respond Mistress tugged on the chain connecting the clamps, the searing pain eliciting both a scream followed by a reluctant shaking of her head. “Now it is time for television”, Mistress announced, then proceeded to lead Kathleen to the living room.

One of Mistress’ favorite activities was to sit on a couch, watching television, with the sub bound and kneeling on the floor in front of her. A leash is then attached to the front of the collar forcing the subs face tightly into her crotch, the 18 inch nipple clamp connecting chain lies within easy reach. The sub pleasures the pussy of Mistress for the duration of the show, any lack of effort by the sub is punished by yanking the chain forward.

Free from the hogtie Kathleen was ordered to hobble into the living room and kneel before the couch, her gag was then removed. Mistress sat facing her and after attaching the collar leash, her face was pulled into her crotch. Mistress yanked once on the nipple chain as a reminder, causing Kathleen to once again shriek in pain.

While Mistress enjoyed watching a rerun of the “Jeffersons” on TV, Kathleen busied herself with the task of vigorously using her tongue to satisfy Mistress’ perverse desire for forced oral vaginal sex. She had fastened a belt around her own waist, then attached the chain from the leash to the belt. This resulted in Kathleen’s face inescapably compressed into her crotch, Mistress had removed her mini to accommodate it. As much as she loathed the smell and taste of her juices, the thought of another tug on the nipple chain induced Kathleen to perform vigorously with her tongue.

After about twenty minutes of this Kathleen was freed from her Siamese arrangement, Mistress informed Kathleen that she would be fucked anally with a strap on. As Mistress had no further use for her mouth, Kathleen’s was again gagged, this time with a pair of obviously soiled panties, then led to the bedroom. After generously removing her nipple clamps, Kathleen was forced to lie on the bed on her stomach, two pillows were used to elevate her ass to the desired height.

Although already numbed from the depravities inflicted upon her, the anal rape would be the most painful, indeed Kathleen was even more terrified as Mistress made it clear that such rape could be done primarily for erotic pleasure, or solely for torture, and in her case it would be the later as punishment for her contempt towards lesbians.

Using a gloved hand Mistress applied a quantity of a special mineral oil concoction, one that left a particularly painful stinging sensation. She made this known to Kathleen, who wondered as to what length this pathological sadist would stop at. Even more chilling was Mistress evil smile as she attached the strap on to herself.

The penetrations were brutally painful, with the thrusts irregularly timed to keep Kathleen off guard. She was an anal virgin, having refused to participate in it with her ex. It was every bit as distasteful and painful as she had ever imagined, Kathleen knew she would be sore for days to come, the rope used for her breast harness bit painfully into the skin. For the time being the sting from the mineral oil masked the pain of the dildo penetrations, as the rape continued for nearly ten minutes before it was halted.

It was time for the previously concocted ploy. Mistress announced her van would be used to transport Kathleen to the lesbian bar for public sex. Paul was ordered to put her in the rear of the van, she would remain naked, hogtied, gagged and hooded for the trip. Mistress provided a vivid description of what would transpire at the bar. Kathleen desperately wanted to beg for mercy but the filthy panties, covered by a strip of tape were still stuffed in her mouth.

At this point Paul become assertive, flatly refusing to permit the transport to take place. “The bitch stays here, if you don’t like it fuck yourself”, he defiantly stated. In real life no one, male or female, would speak like that to Mistress.

Mistress owned a bar in downtown Syracuse, where her reputation as a dominatrix and propensity for sadistic retaliation were well known. Paul recalled being there about a  year ago, when an inebriated middle aged male called her “an ugly cunt”. Mistress kneed the jerk in the groin before dragging him into the ladies room, where he was handcuffed to the sink pipe, his pants pulled down and his cock displayed. She then announced to the female patrons they were welcome to use the staff restroom, but during the half hour of confinement, four of these patrons showed no reluctance to use the public one.

However the current act was for show and Mistress played along, she stormed out of the house after hurling some choice epithets at Paul. For less than an hour of work she had collected three hundred dollars.

The purpose of the act was to have Paul come off looking like the good guy, having saved Kathleen from public humiliation and sex. Still gagged, bound tightly hand and foot, Kathleen had a glimmer of hope that she had endured the worse, that Paul would now subject her to less painful bondage. This would not prove to be the case.

END PART 1

ORDEAL IN LIVERPOOL  Part 2 

By Long Tall Mary

Any hope that Paul’s treatment of her would be less brutal, than inflicted by Mistress, was quickly dashed. Paul did remove the panties stuffed in Kathleen’s mouth, it was  replaced by a rather loose fitting ball gag. At least she could breath through her mouth, the ball gag could probably be slipped but would likely result in some form of punitive torture.

Paul explained what was next for Kathleen. “I am going to take you down in the basement and tether you to the ceiling beam, you will then receive at least fifty lashes to your butttocks with the flogger. It will be painful, which is my intent, but the marks will heel within a few days, I had considered using a rattan to cane your ass but you could not take fifty strokes without bleeding. In addition you will sound off after every lash, Thank you sir may I have another, is what you will recite after each lash, if you fail to sound off loudly enough I will double the number of lashes and extend them to all parts of your body”.

After removing the ankle ropes Kathleen was led to the basement by Paul, where a six foot chain was connected from a ceiling beam to her elbow bindings and drawn taut, she was going nowhere. To further immobilize her, a three foot metal spreader bar with leather cuffs, was attached to her ankles.

Kathleen was further terrified when Paul donned a full face leather hood, she knew it as an “executioners hood”. Not being able to see his face was particularly troubling to Kathleen. Her gag was removed and Paul commenced with the flogging with none of the strokes being mild, the intensity was intentionally varied, to keep her off guard. Three times Paul threatened to double the number of lashes, each time Kathleen screamed out the required phrase. As painful as the lashes were, they were less so than the anal penetrations, and more palatable than having her face chained into Mistress’ cunt.

As Paul exulted in his flagellation, he reminisced back to some of the memorable bondage sessions conducted in his own basement dungeon. It was equipped with a cable and winch, would could be hand cranked, so that the sub could be either painfully bent over or forced to stand on her toes.

Another feature was a CCTV system, set up so from upstairs Paul could hear and see the sub in the basement, without the sub knowing when. A favorite technique was to attach a lengthy chain to the subs collar, from upstairs he would issue oral commands over the speaker. The sub might be required to dance, stand at attention, in a doggy style or whatever. Failure to comply would result in Paul coming downstairs to administer a painful lashing.

As Paul neared the fifty stroke count, it was obvious Kathleen was in great pain and close to passing out. He felt nothing but joy, the uppity bitch was not one of his favorite subs. Especially perturbing was that Kathleen had confided previously that her penile size expectations were greater than what he possessed, she also expected the male to be capable of having an ever ready rock hard erection, much like an actor in a porn movie. Further he was angered by her refusal to perform either oral or anal sex.

Paul was content with his penile size, and felt that Kathleen’s expectations of both size and endurance were unrealistic, she had been reading too many bondage stories. He was also troubled by her exclusivity-only coital sex, but not anal or oral. It was Paul’s intent to deny her wish to be cunt fucked by his cock, instead she would be forced to engage in oral sex with him. As Mistress had done an excellent job of forcing anal lesbian sex upon her, he decided not to subject her to any additional anal agony.

“Time for you to meditate awhile” chuckled Paul, as he reattached the ball gag and a leather blindfold. Kathleen could hear him walk upstairs, the creep was helping himself to the household, while leaving her unattended and not knowing what torture would be next.

Paul was indeed helping himself to the household, one of the items he examined was her cell phone, to see if she had  any calls since meeting her at the mall. None had been made, reassuring Paul that she had not confided his presence at the house to anyone. Upon playing a recent voice mail, it was Kathleen’s oldest daughter. She would be arriving home Saturday around noon, there was no need for her mother to return the call, Paul breathed a sigh of relief.

The thought of raping a mother and daughter together had long appealed to Paul, he had no qualms whatsoever about doing so. Realistically he knew that if done in this case, it most certainly would be reported to police. He would be easy enough to track down and a lengthy prison term was a near certainty, however he was more than willing to use it as a threat to further terrorize Kathleen.

Paul’s mind flashed back to his teen age period. As a product of  a broken home, he began harboring violent bondage fantasies against women around age twelve. Bondage pornography was not readily available to youth during this period, to obtain gratification Paul would watch every TV show which featured bound women. These scenes were invariably adulterated, as Lois Lane with her hands tied in front.

By the time he was fifteen Paul had become extremely proficient at binding females, inescapably in rope bondage. One day, high on marihuana, he tied up a sixteen year old female classmate, forcing her to give head, and ending up in juvenile court. With a clean record he knew he would receive probation.

Paul pressed his luck too far, during an interview with a female probation officer, seeing a photo of her daughter in the office, he requested a copy of both mother and daughter photos for masturbation purposes, after which he would tie them up, then rape each in the presence of the other.

This cost Paul two weeks in juvenile detention, during which period he was gang raped by a group of males. The episode instilled a deep fear of imprisonment in his already perverted psyche. Forced to seek psychiatric treatment, he was diagnosed as “exhibiting severe sexual psychopathology, characterized by a desire to restrain, torture and sexually abuse females”.

Surviving his troubled adolescent years, Paul found ways as an adult to gratify his violent bondage fantasies. So far he had been successful, in that none of his victims ever went to the police. The encounters always started on a consensual note, then quickly escalated to unsought levels of sadism, at least from the victim standpoint.

Still wearing his evil looking “executioners hood”, Paul removed Kathleen’s blindfold and gag, then played the daughter’s voice message for her. “I think I’ll keep you tied up until your daughter arrives, then she’ll be stripped and tied, then you both will be fucked while the other watches”. Kathleen, visibly shaken, pleaded desperately “don’t do anything to my daughter, I’ll do anything you say”.

Paul reacted by taking his flogger and delivering a vicious lash across her boobs, causing her to screech in pain. “It looks like you forgot the rule that you will not speak without permission”, he barked. Kathleen could not see his face but knew that his facial expression was one of delight.

It was time to prepare Kathleen for oral sex, that was easily done by removing the overhead tether and forcing her to kneel on a pillow, facing a chair, her wrists would remain bound behind her, Paul always preferred hands free blow jobs. Her ball gag was replaced by a Whitehead gag which forced her mouth open, leaving her powerless to bite down or otherwise resist the penile intruder.

Paul hinted strongly that if Kathleen’s oral performance was adequate he would consider leaving with the next hour or so, thus sparing the daughter from being forced into bondage. It was made clear that she was expected to swallow the ejaculate, not that the ratcheted gag made it avoidable. For Kathleen the oral sex was only slightly less detestable than anal sex, she had performed it a few times with her ex, most recently her psychiatrist solicited it from her, but had to settle for conventional coital sex using a condom.

Despite her exploration of bondage web sites, Kathleen never expected that oral sex would be performed in this manner, her fixation was being hog tied and cunt fucked. She now realized how foolish it was to have expressed her sexual preferences to Paul, let alone to have trusted him in the first place. The only thought on her mind was to save her daughter from this sadist, even if it meant swallowing the cum.

Paul toyed with her for about ten minutes as she desperately tried to please him with her mouth work. Twice he withdrew his cock, berating her for a less than satisfactory performance, while vividly describing what he planned for the daughter, “I’ll chain your daughters mouth to my asshole, just as Mistress chained your mouth to her cunt, your daughter will tongue my asshole and simultaneously you will suck my cock”. The horror of having her own mouth chained into Mistress’ cunt was fresh in her mind, distasteful as the juices were, certainly forcing an uninitiated 20 year old to engage in anal sodomy would be even more traumatic.

Paul was growing increasingly perturbed over the quality of Kathleen’s mouth work, he then ejaculated discharging a copious quantity of semen, leaving her with no choice but to swallow the load. Any hopes that this was the last of  oral sex were quickly dashed as Paul announced that later, Kathleen would gag on his entire cock, without any other object in her mouth, this would be done in the presence of her daughter. It was a scene beyond his wildest expectations, mother bound in front of him and gagging on his cock, with the daughters face chain compressed into his asshole and forced to pleasure it with her tongue.

At this point Paul de ordered Kathleen to remain kneeling as he stretched on the couch to relax, her jaw was aching from the tightly ratcheted gag, the foul taste of the ejaculate lingered in her throat. While she was already in a state of high anxiety, it was intensified by not being able to see Paul’s face, it remained concealed by his hood. Fears that he might be homicidal persisted in her mind.

Kathleen’s cell rang, Paul did not answer it but let it proceed to voice mail, before playing back the message. It was from Amy, Kathleen’s 19 year old daughter, she would be arriving home about 5:00AM, she had a house key and there was no need for her mother to be up. Whereas the older daughter would not arrive until seven hours later, the prospect of waiting for the younger daughter was proving to be an irresistible urge. Kathleen could be restrained for the night and the daughter overpowered upon her arrival.

Paul did not immediately play the new voice mail for Kathleen, instead he connected her wrist bindings to the ankle bindings, leaving her in a kneeling hogtie with the metallic dental gag replaced by a ball gag. Paul then went upstairs hoping to find a picture of Amy, this would further whet his appetite for putting her in bondage.

While rummaging through her room Paul made an astounding discovery. Tucked away in a drawer in Amy’s was an envelope containing several photos, two of which depicted her nude and hogtied on a bed, in two other photos she was embracing another nude female. It appeared that unknown to her mother, Amy was a closet lesbian, with bondage fantasies as well.

The discovery of the photo ended any reservations Paul had about forced mother/daughter bondage. Returning to the basement, Paul first played Amy’s voice mail, then showed the bondage photos to Kathleen, he was giddy with delight, she was devastated upon viewing the photos, her gag was removed but she remained under strict orders to not speak without permission.

Paul did the talking. His focus was on the consequences of reporting the matter to the police, it was a consensual affair after all, at least between Kathleen and himself, numerous retained e-mails and instant messages would prove this. It was also suggested that unflattering photos of mother and daughter would be posted on the internet. Disclosure of Amy’s lesbian orientation would be devastating to Kathleen’s public image. Despite his earlier vivid description, Paul assured Kathleen that her daughter would be used sexually, but not subjected to the floggings and forced anal sex that mother had endured.

Kathleen’s ball gag having been removed, she begged permission to speak and it was granted. “Please spare my daughter and I’ll do anything you say”. “That is enough from you”, Paul replied before replacing the ball gag, “It is time to bed you down for the night“.

Paul was a devotee of rope bondage, but realized that in certain situations other forms of restraint were necessary. For Kathleen this would entail padlocking a six foot chain at two points, one to her collar, the other to the bed frame. This would keep her in place, keeping her current tight rope bindings in place for nearly eight hours would risk neurological damage from impaired circulation. He prided himself on the fact that none of his subs had suffered a serious injury, therefore her bindings were adjusted so that her wrists were bound in the front with rope, then connected to the front ring on her collar with another length of rope.

The spreader bar and ball gag would remain in place, to keep her occupied an eight inch vibrator was inserted into her twat, secured by a rope around her waist and looped underneath. With six speed settings on the remote controlled vibrator, it was assured that Kathleen would experience several hours of orgasmic torment. Paul made it quite clear that should the gag or vibrator be removed, she would pay a painful price.

Kathleen no longer had the will to resist this deranged sadist, particularly devastating was that Amy was apparently a lesbian. She was willing to do anything to please him, and could only hope he would honor his word to minimize whatever tortures he had planned for Amy.

At this point Paul removed his hood and propped himself into a sitting position on the bed, beside his beautiful captive. Her vibrator was causing erotic agony and consternation to Kathleen, she knew perfectly well that Paul was turned on watching her, as she fought the urge to cum. In the past she had played with butterfly vibrators but never one of this size. She was intent on denying him the gratification of seeing her cum, still she was unable to refrain from moaning into her ball gag, which in itself was a turn on for Paul.

The timing cycle was highly irregular, one minute at high speed, forty five second pause, fifteen seconds moderate, and so on. By the five minute point Kathleen knew she could not hold off much longer, if only Paul would leave the room. He had no intention of doing so and removed his hood, enabling Kathleen to see his face as he ogled at her plight.

“You have my permission to cum my dear and I must insist upon it or you will suffer dearly” commanded Paul.

Kathleen knew she couldn’t resist any longer and a wave of pent up orgasmic pleasure exploded within her. It had been a long time since Kathleen experienced an orgasm, she had been so turned off at being coerced into sex with her psychiatrist, that she had faked orgasms. Today was the real thing.

Paul then announced that the vibrator would stay in place until her daughter arrived, once again he chided her not to attempt to remove it. The semantics were unnecessary, as the chain had been adjusted for maximal tightness and was painfully embedded into her slit.

As Kathleen pondered her continuing plight, Paul stood beside the bed and dialed a number on his cell, adding “I think Mistress might enjoy a return visit here”.

END PART 2