Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 12 End

Postby skybird137 » Wed Apr 23, 2014 1:06 am

This story is a follow on from (Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother at http://www.tieupgames.net/viewtopic.php?f=56&t=22268) so please read this story first.

Part 1

When people wake up, they sometimes tell you that the first thing that they notice is the sounds of the birds outside their window, falling rain outside, or the wind blowing through the trees. For me on this new morning, it was a wet cloth between my teeth along with a dry mouth which came to my immediate attention, and this was followed by the strip of material over my eyes which prevented me from seeing. A few gentle tugs with my arms and legs let me know that I was still in a spread-eagle on the bed, so I just rested and waited for Jodi to get up and start our day.

There was no struggling from me when I roused from my sleep, as I had ended up in a situation like this more than enough times while Ian was alive, and I had missed the feeling of waking up as a bondage captive. As I lay there in my reverie, my mind went back to the adventure of the previous evening, where my world was turned upside down by my daughter practising sexual bondage because she had read one of my fantasy stories. The situation is never going to be the same after last night, so I will have to throw off the remainder of my inhibitions concerning my daughter as there would be forms of contact that I would have to become used to.

I tried to think of what was going to happen to me today, but Jodi would have made her own plans up, so this was just speculation on my part. Given her late physical development, she may want to experiment with her growing awareness along with playing out more of my fantasy ideas, perhaps even combining the two. Just before she went to bed, she showed that she was capable of passionate kissing, so this could play a part in today’s games.

My train of thought was interrupted by a creaking sound that came from the bedroom floor. The boards don’t do that on their own, are you in my room? There’s another creak, what are you up to? Nononono, stopstopstopstop! Any thoughts that I had about what Jodi had planned was pushed out of my head when fingernails raked down my right foot at a slow pace which caused me to arch my back and scream with laughter. It wasn’t long before I was screaming so much that I was unable to breathe, so my daughter halted for thirty seconds in order for me to get some air.

Just when I had got back to normal, I started to shriek again as my left foot was assailed by Jodi’s fingers, and the only time that I wasn’t laughing was when she changed which foot to torment. There was a longer period of relief from my tickle-torture, but I knew that things were going to get even more intense as my captor got onto the bed between my knees so that she would be in reach of my upper legs. My body arched again as Jodi clawed her fingers down my inner thighs, and even though the house was soundproofed, I developed a worry that our neighbours might hear us.

The torture was halted for a second time as my captor knelt astride my waist, and I could tell that her legs were bare, but she did seem to be wearing something that covered her modesty. After a few more seconds, what she was wearing became irrelevant when she started to tickle my sides with her fingers, and her weight on my body meant that I was unable to arch my back on response which seemed to make the sensation even stronger. There was another pause, and I knew that this was going to be the ultimate torture, and my daughter would carry it out until I was unable to scream from lack of breath.

Nononono! The attack on my armpits began, and soon I was unable to breathe because of the intensity of my torment, so I was left in a silent struggle without even the ability to beg for mercy. Long before I was due to black out though, Jodi stopped so that I could get my breath back, and she removed my cloth gag so that I would be able to speak.

“Don’t worry BC, I won’t tickle you again for today, as I know that you can only stand so much.”

I was wondering what Jodi meant by BC, when I remembered some years ago when she was learning to read and write. She had spelt babysitter as babyceeter, and we used to joke about it with Ian saying “How’s BC today?” with Jodi calling me BC as a joke. That had stopped before Jodi was ten, but she must have remembered it as she had just used it as a term of endearment.

Well, BC is a lot better than BS, that would really stink. I couldn’t help but giggle at this moment, which Jodi couldn’t fail to notice.

“What’s so funny, BS?” She said.

“I’m sorry Mistress Jodi, I was just thinking that BC is a lot better than BS, as that would really stink.”

Jodi joined me in giggling, and a moment later her lips joined mine in an unusual but exquisite kiss as she embraced me on the bed for a few minutes. “Well, is there anything wrong with calling me Mistress Dee?” She said after she pulled back from the kiss.

I thought for a second, and the combination of names lined up in my head which caused me to giggle again. “There’s nothing wrong with that, Mistress, so long as someone doesn’t call us BC and Dee.” It was at this point that we both burst into laughter at our new pet names, but it seemed to be a defining new moment in the relationship between us.

“Well, BC and Dee it is.” Dee said as she put her arms around my neck, kissed me again, and placed her tongue between my lips, so I parted my teeth in order to intertwine my tongue with hers. We stayed like this for a while, but Dee pulled back and said “You are going to need a bathroom break BC, so I will free you so that you will be able to freshen up. Once you leave, the bathroom, you will be bound and gagged for the next step. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Dee.” I said, wondering what was going to happen to me once I had finished my necessary break and presented myself. My blindfold was removed, and after a few moments my eyes adjusted to the light in the room as my daughter untied the ropes that bound me to the bed so I would be able to go to the bathroom. She was wearing her blue one piece swimsuit which I felt was a little underdressed for a mistress, but I thought that she’ll probably sort herself out something better for the future. When my limbs were free, I made my way to the bathroom and performed what I had to, before giving my face a quick wash and cleaning my teeth.

Dee, sorry Mistress Dee was waiting for me as I stepped outside, with a roll of white tape, four lengths of rope and a rubber ball in preparation for my binding.

“Turn your back to me and place your hands palm to palm.” Dee said as she picked up one of the ropes.

“Yes, Mistress Dee.” I said, turning around as she asked and placing my hands together behind my back in the position that she ordered, and I found that doing this sent a strong buzz through my body, although it still felt a little weird which was due to our familial relationship. This feeling grew even stronger when the rope encircled my wrists five times, before three wraps cinched the cord and a knot was placed out of reach of my fingers which ensured that my wrists were bound.

“Turn to face me and open your mouth wide, slave.”

“Yes, Mistress Dee.” The feeling increased still further as I turned around to face my captor and opened my mouth wide in preparation for being gagged, and I thought about the chain of people that lead me to this moment.

First, I was submissive to Barbara, next it was Ian, and now I am the bondage slave of my own daughter. It seems that I have been the captive of every member of this family. The ball was inserted between my teeth, so I pushed my lips together as Mistress Dee tore a strip off the roll of tape before pressing the material over my mouth. My feet were already together, so my Mistress took another length of rope and my ankles were soon restrained which left me only able to hop before a third length bound my legs together just below the knees.

“Turn and face the bathroom, slave.” After I had done this, there was the delightful feeling of my elbows being pulled together, even though this wasn’t my most comfortable position. The last strand of rope was looped just below my elbows and the cinching almost caused my joints to touch as the cord was knotted off.

I was unsure about what was going to happen next, as I had assumed that my captor would want me to go downstairs for breakfast, which made me wonder why my legs were bound. I did give a look to the top of the stairs in an attempt to find out if we were going downstairs, but I was surprised my daughter’s response.

“We aren’t going downstairs just yet BC, hop into the bathroom.” I did as my captor ordered, and it only took a few hops to get into the bathroom, at which point Mistress Dee opened the door to the shower cubicle and said “Get inside, slave.”

A shower in bondage, I haven’t done this for such a long time, and it’s another one of my fantasy stories. I was almost shivering with anticipation as I took careful hops into the shower because I had only done this a few times with Ian. That’s why you taped my mouth, as other gags might cause me to choke with the spray of water. Once I was inside, My Mistress stepped in, closing the door behind her and positioning herself as far as possible out of the spray while reaching for the shower switch. I hate the start of this, though.

The cold water splashed all over my flesh, which caused me to squeal through my nose at the shock, but I soon relaxed as the liquid warmed up so that its caress over my body became a sensual one. My Mistress detached the head from its stand and held the grip so that she could direct the spray over my body in a teasing manner, which increased the feeling or arousal that started when I was bound and gagged.

Once my body was wet enough, the shower was switched off, my captor picked up a bottle of shower gel before stepping behind me, and she poured a liberal amount onto her right hand which she rubbed in a gentle manner onto my shoulders, back and arms. It was a very unusual experience for me because not only was I in nude bondage, but my own daughter was providing me with what could only be described as an erotic massage. A second amount of gel was rubbed onto the back of my legs, and I forgot about how weird it was as I concentrated on the sensation that my captor was providing for me. It was the turn of my bottom to receive the soothing touch as the material was spread over my cheeks, but it was the slow and gentle kneading of my flesh that increased the fire between my legs which caused me to emit a small sigh of pleasure.

I was a little disappointed when the attention to my bottom stopped and the front of my legs were soaped by my Mistress from behind, and she lathered me from my ankles to just below the top of my thighs. The next application was from above my mound to just below my breasts, and as my upper chest was cleaned, I realised that my captor was saving my most intimate areas for last. A loud moan escaped from my throat as Mistress Dee made sure that a large amount of the soapy material was spread over my breasts, and the strokes of her fingertips over my sensitive flesh revealed that my nipples hard become stiff and erect from my erotic escapade.

“This area needs a lot of cleaning.” My captor said as she continued to caress and knead my breasts, and I writhed in my helplessness which caused my arms and hands to rub against the body of my daughter. “That does feel good, BC, don’t stop moving as I clean you.” I blushed a little at this, as I knew that my hand had brushed against her mound, but it showed that she could receive some sensual pleasure from being touched, even though her delayed development denied her the proper experience that most girls of her age received.

The caress of my Mistress over the mounds and nipples of my beasts took me close to the peak of my desire, but I knew that it would not be enough to take me over the edge as I moaned and squirmed in my lather of lust. It seemed to me that I screamed through my nose when my daughter applied the gel to the most intimate area of my body, but it probably sounded to her like a whiney nasal sound.

There were no longer any concerns about who was caressing my Mound of Venus, as the only thing on my mind was achieving the peak of joy and the release that followed. Both of my captor’s hands were concentrating on the area between my legs, and I thrust my hips back and forth a little so that I could obtain the maximum effect from her caresses, as I built up to my peak.

YES!

The ecstasy flowed through my senses, and the fact that my daughter was holding my bucking, convulsing body in order not to let me fall, seemed to be distant and surreal in this blissful moment. She lowered me to the floor of the cubical, where I continued to squirm and twitch in my joy, and I couldn’t even remember what she whispered to me, although it sounded soft and gentle.

As I sat in my post-orgiastic reverie, my Mistress switched on the shower head, and waited until it was warm before spraying the lather away from my body, lifting me up so that every area could be washed off. This action added to the warmth that I felt inside, and this was helped when a large towel was wrapped around me so that I was covered from shoulder to ankle before I was helped to hop out of the shower and sit on the edge of the bath.

“You were incredible, BC. I’ve seen something like this on the videos, but to see and feel it for real is a different experience altogether.” My Mistress said as she dried herself off with another towel. “You can get all of that joy, and I can only receive a nice warm feeling inside, along with a deep thrill. To be honest, it makes me a little jealous.”

Give yourself a few more months, Dee, and you will truly know what it feels like. I was thinking about trying to help my daughter by speaking to her, when there was a reminder of a more immediate concern, as a loud rumble from my stomach showed that I was hungry.

“I think that we had better go down for some breakfast, BC. A slave on an empty stomach is not something that I want.” My captor said as she made sure that the towel had dried my skin before removing it and helping me to stand up. “Make your way to the bottom of the stairs, slave.”

This was something that I had done many times before, so I hopped out of the bathroom and made my way to the top of the stairs, hoping that the bouncing of my attributes fore and aft would not make my daughter even more jealous of me. The hardest part of this manoeuvre was to sit on the floor, so I pressed my back against the wall and squatted before moving my feet out from under me and lowing myself the rest of the way. Once this was done, it was an easy matter to put my feet on one of the lower steps and move my bottom down one step at a time.

Once my feet were on the floor at the ground level, it was just a matter of standing upright and waiting for the next command from my mistress, who walked down the stairs carrying my cloth blindfold. She put the strip over my eyes and tied the knot at the back of my head before guiding me to hop towards the kitchen, where we would eat breakfast.

The changing of the floor from warm carpet to cold tiles let me know that I had reached the kitchen, and I made a few more hops before I was ordered to stop, and I listened to the sound of wood rubbing against tile.

“Sit down, slave, and then lean forward.”

As I sat down, I noticed that this was one of the two armless kitchen chairs with a short back, and I leaned forward only to have my bound hands pulled up by my captor.

“Lean back on the chair.”

When I followed this instruction, my hands were taken over the back of the chair before one end of a length of rope was tied to my wrists, and I assumed that the other end would be knotted off at the horizontal strut connecting the two rear legs near the top. My body was pushed a little further against the chair back, and a rope went across my waist several times so that I would be unable to lift myself up.

That rope is probably looped around the top of the rear legs, as we have done this to each other enough times. My legs were untied at the knees and ankles, and they were repositioned so that my lower legs were touching the legs of the chair. My right ankle was bound to the right chair leg, with windings that went above and below the wooden strut that connected this leg to the rear chair leg, and secured with several cinches before my left ankle was restrained in the same manner.

Cord was taken around the chair and my left leg below the knee and above the front to front bar, so that my left leg was locked in place and this was followed by my right knee so that I was bound to the chair with very little give. I had been tied to a chair for a meal before, but not in the nude with my legs apart, which meant that it was going to be an interesting breakfast.

“Now that you are a little tied up, BC, we can begin.” My daughter said as she sat on the chair between my legs, and the pressure on my legs let me knew that she was facing me. “It’s time for a nice bondage breakfast.”
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Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 1

Postby Plueschbabycd » Wed Apr 23, 2014 4:04 am

Hallo nice new story. I first over read the explanation for BC and as read it try to translate what make more funny because Google suggest only Cheetah :), babyceeter on Creeper,yes I have seen to much lets play Minecraft on youtube or on creature. :D
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Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 1

Postby Shanyalovestape » Wed Apr 23, 2014 4:29 am

Looking forward to the next chapter!
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Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 2

Postby skybird137 » Thu Apr 24, 2014 4:09 am

Part 2

There was a familiar sound of milk being poured onto cereal which was followed by a liquid filling a glass, and after the tape was removed from my lips I opened my mouth so that the rubber ball could be removed by my captor.

“Now, there’s no need to say anything until you have eaten enough cereal, BC. I will feed you a spoonful at a time, followed by a sip of orange juice, and once you have eaten enough, I will open a tub of strawberry yoghurt for you to enjoy.” I heard the clink of metal against china, just before she said “Open wide.”

After doing I was instructed, a spoon slid into my mouth and I accepted the mixture of milk and cereal, chewing the mixture until I was ready to swallow and then parting my lips for a drink of orange juice. The tip of a straw was placed between my lips and I sipped a couple of times before releasing the end and preparing for the next spoonful of cereal which I ingested with pleasure. This wasn’t the first time that I had been fed by my daughter while I was in bondage, and it always proved to be a most wonderful experience, even though this time I was naked and exposed which made it different to previous adventures of this kind.

Although each mouthful proved to be delicious, the feeling of hunger in my stomach disappeared while I ate and my desire to eat was sated, so I said “Thank you Mistress Dee, but I have had enough cereal for the morning. Would it be okay for me to eat my yoghurt now?”

“Sure, BC.” I listened to the tearing off of a top of a carton before a teaspoon of strawberry yoghurt was fed to me and I shivered at its taste as I sat helpless in the chair. Some people say that eating certain foods can be better than sex, but I disagree and nothing is better than bondage sex, but yoghurt can be a good second for relaxation. It seemed to me that I finished the dessert all too soon when I heard scraping and tasted the final half-spoonful, but a moment after the pot was put back on the table I was embraced and received more tender kisses from my daughter.

“Open wide for your ball-gag, BC.” Mistress Dee said as she pulled her lips back from mine, and I stretched my jaws as far apart as possible so that the large rubber ball could be inserted between my teeth. The ball was rolled in and the taste of rubber was back in my mouth which made me remember why I preferred to have a small pair of panties inserted first. As the straps were buckled to the last extra notch, the edges dug into my cheeks and distended my lips, and I could feel the saliva building up, which reminded me of another reason why I like to have a small piece of cloth put in. I always found it irritating when I was forced to become a drool-queen with the saliva dripping down my skin onto my breasts, and Ian used to gag me in this manner just to view my annoyance. The unusual thing was I liked it sometimes, because it let me know how helpless I was as I wanted to stop it, but my bondage prevented me from doing anything about my predicament.

“I can see that gagging you this way is already having an effect on you, BC.” My captor said as the first little trickles of saliva started to leak out of the sides of my mouth, and I tugged against my bonds in a useless act owing to my frustration at being unable to remove it. “I’ll just keep things quiet for a little while, my slave, as I have some work to do.” A plug was inserted into each ear which left me alone in my little universe of smell, taste and feeling.

Taste consisted of rubber which was due to the ball that filled my mouth, feeling involved my bonds and the two streams of drool that made their slow but inexorable way drown my face to the bottom of my chin. Only smell provided me with a new sensation as I detected the fragrance of lemon which meant that Mistress Dee was doing the washing up. It was something that she always did on a Saturday morning if I was in bondage, along with the vacuum cleaning and dusting, and it was something of a treat for me to not have to do this.

There was no way that I could measure the passage of time in my bondage, but the washing up liquid smell faded, and there was a faint droning sound by the time I felt the first drops of saliva touch the upper parts of my breasts which caused me to shake my head in annoyance. I could only think that the sound I heard was the vacuum being used in the hallway, but the noise faded before long, leaving me back in my world of restraint. Another thing that happens when my senses are deprived to this level is that my mind plays tricks on me, and I imagine that someone could have broken in and could be standing just a few inches away, or my daughter has decided to go out, leaving all alone and helpless. It was at these moments that I can make a genuine attempt to free myself before I realise that I have to remain calm and exorcise these fears from my mind.

The build up of drool on my face and breasts was the only thing that changed in my senseless state, and that added to my feeling of captivity, so I felt a great relief when my earplugs were removed and my daughter sat down on the chair facing me.

“Well, BC, I’ve hoovered the floor and I’m just going to take a little break before dusting the rooms. It seems that you need a little cleaning though, as you have made quite a mess of yourself while I’ve been busy. I’ll just sort you out.”

At that point I did expect Mistress Dee to use a kitchen towel to wipe my breasts and chin, but I was surprised to feel her tongue on my body as she licked up the saliva that had flowed down to my nipples. After teasing my areola for a minute, the tip of her tongue worked its way up my breasts and onto my chin, cleaning the drool from my body. “This is quite nice, as it tastes just like kissing you.”

After my body and face was free from the offending emission, my captor pulled herself close to me, and she pressed her body against mine as I was embraced. As the left side of my neck was kissed and sucked by my mistress, I noticed that there was something very, very different about my daughter’s situation, but it took me a few seconds to realise what it was.

You’re no longer wearing your swimsuit and I can feel your naked skin against my body!

Mistress Dee must have sensed my surprised reaction to her nudity, as she said “You have told me to be proud of my body, BC, is that right?”

I nodded in my response, and I already knew that this was something that I would have to acclimatise myself to in our new relationship, but it wasn’t something that I was going to find easy. After all, I had mentioned that my daughter was a ‘late developer’ and there is an understandable social reaction to considering a body of this shape as anything but innocent. After we had left the doctor’s once her development had started, I had told her that I was thin until nature filled me out to an excessive degree, to which she said that she hoped that nature would be that excessive with her. When she did mature in the end, she was quite well attributed, but that is a story for another time.

Hands touched my blindfold, lifted it up, and I looked at my naked daughter who sat across my lap. All her swimsuit had provided was a cover for her body, and her breasts were only starting to expand a little from her chest, with her nipples protruding out from her skin. She only had a few wisps of hair on her Mound of Venus, and the flesh in that area seemed to be flat, so calling it a mound was an exaggeration.

“It’s a horrible and scrawny body. Why can’t I have one like other women? I look terrible.”

You have a right to be proud of your body, no one has the right to make you ashamed of it. Even as I was thinking this, I understood that I had done the latter, and I became ashamed of what I had done to my sixteen year old daughter. There is an old saying that “Rules are for the obedience of fools and the guidance of wise men.” and the rule that is there for very good reasons would only create a barrier of prejudice at this point.

If the only way to get my daughter to love her body would be for me to love it, then I would love and accept it and her. She had removed her swimsuit in an effort to get used being naked in front of another person, which showed that she had a problem with her self esteem and confidence in this area. Mistress Dee had removed a layer of inhibition and I knew that I had to do the same in order to help build up her self-image.

Her arms were still around me, but her head was upright as I tilted my head and nuzzled my captor on the left side on her neck while trying to murmur sweet nothings through my gag. There was an immediate effect on my captor as she gave me a tight hug and placed strong kisses at the side of my neck. “I didn’t know that gag kisses could feel so good, thank you BC.”

I must that this had been the weirdest sensation in the world when I started, but after a minute I started to enjoy the sensation of my daughter’s body against my own, and her responses indicated that she found the experience to be at least sensual. After she spent a minute moving up and down and kissing me on my gagged lips, she said “This does feel more than a little enjoyable, does that mean that I am on the way to feeling it the way you do?”

It won’t be long before you will experience the pure joy of this, and a whole new world will open to you. I did my best to smile behind my gag and I nodded my head to affirm the answer.

“Thank you, for the first time I really believe it.” She kissed me all over my face before pulling back and standing up. “I have the dusting to do now, and I should get it done before enjoying myself.” The smile on her face said everything as she turned around so that I was facing the kitchen table, and I was glad that I hadn’t dented her self-image.

“Now, close your eyes and keep them closed until I put your ear plugs back in.”

When my Mistress said that, I thought that she was going to blindfold me again, but I heard her pick up something and put it on the table in front of me, with wood scraping against wood at one point. The plugs went back in my ears, and I opened my eyes to discover that a large standing mirror had been placed in front of me. There was a wave to me from my captor which I saw in the mirror, and as she left the room I was trying to work out why it had been placed there, when the first bit of saliva appeared at the corners of my mouth.

Oh great, this time I’m going to have to watch myself drool as well...
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Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 3

Postby skybird137 » Fri Apr 25, 2014 6:30 am

Part 3

When I was deprived of sight and sound I had no idea how long it had been since breakfast, so I looked around to get any hint of the present time, but it seemed that my Mistress had prepared in advance for my need. I checked on all of the clocks in the room, but each one was covered with a cloth, and the blinds were down which meant light could neither enter or leave the room, so I had only the indoor lighting to depend upon. Even with my sight, I could not tell what hour it was or how long it would be until lunchtime when I might end up with a break of some kind, and I found this to be more than a little disconcerting.

As I was unable to find anything to note the passage of time, my gaze returned to the mirror and the trail of dribble had reached half way down from my lips to my chin. It was bad enough when I could just feel it, but to see myself in the reflection made it seem to be more real and increased the sensation of itchiness that I experienced. When it came to things like tickling and itchiness, my skin was very sensitive so this affected me more than it would other people, who would find it a very minor irritation.

I tried to keep my face away from the mirror, but this proved to be impossible as my eyes were drawn back to what was happening on my face, almost like the proverbial moth to a flame. The viscous liquid trails were nearly down to my chin, and soon it would create a long, thin thread that would reach down to my breasts. As the material gathered together to make large drops, I had the idea of trying to shake it off, but this only proved to dislodge the liquid so that it landed on my upper arms and created a need to wipe it off there.

Realising that if I did this again I would make the situation even worse for myself, I decided that I would just have to let it drip onto me, as it would cause less of an annoyance. There was a kind of horrid fascination as the liquid gathered and dripped off my chin, creating a thin line that was reminiscent of a spider lowering itself down by a thread, and my muscles tensed when the first droplet landed onto my left breast. My right breast experience the same after another thirty seconds, and the saliva created an itch that I was unable to scratch because of the bondage that I was in.

The feeling of wanting to struggle in order to attempt my escape grew in me, but I knew that any such act would be unsuccessful, and it would only serve to inflict more discomfort onto my body by spilling my drool in other locations. As time went on, the saliva flowed down to my nipples which caused these to itch even more than the general area of my breasts, and I ended up stamping my feet in frustration on the floor, as I felt that I had to do something to provide even the minimum of relief.

My mind and eyes were so concentrated on what was happening to my body, I didn’t even notice my Mistress walk into the room, and if I hadn’t been so fixed to the chair I would have jumped when she put her hands on my shoulders. I put on my best begging and pleading face to let her know how much the drool torture was affecting me, so she took her time to walk around to my front and sat down on the chair in the space between my legs so that she was facing me. Mistress Dee looked at my chin and breasts, and shook her head slowly while making what seemed to be tut-tutting movements with her mouth as if I had been a bad girl for getting in this mess.

As my captor looked at me, she mouthed words that seemed to ask if I wanted the drool to be removed from my body, but her expression indicated that I would have to pay a price for this service. However, I felt that anything would be better than the horrendous feeling on my skin that was caused by the saliva, so I nodded in order that I may obtain some kind of relief from my present predicament.

There was a smile on my Mistress’s face as she leaned forward and used her tongue to lick away the drool that covered my right nipple, and worked her way up until she reached the right side of my lips. It was the turn of my left breast to feel her tongue, and it wasn’t long before all of the offending dribble was cleared away from my body, so at least this problem had been dealt with.

After my skin was freed from any trace of saliva, my captor leaned forward and kissed my right nipple before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it in a playful and erotic manner. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as I enjoyed the pleasurable experience that Mistress Dee was providing for me, and I thought that I had misread the expression that had appeared on her face. As it turned out, I hadn’t misread her at all, and a few seconds later, I screeched through my gag as a vice-like grip crushed my right nipple and radiated pain through my breast.

You’ve bitten my nipple!

My captor smiled at me as she released her grip on my flesh, and I exerted a wild struggle in a vain and futile attempt to get free while she moved her head to the left side of my body. Fighting against my bonds proved to be useless as she took my left nipple into her mouth in a slow, deliberate action, and I howled as her teeth pinched my flesh in another act of torment. There was no escape from my assailant, and she released my flesh from her mouth, only to take each nipple between thumb and forefinger and grip hard again so that more pain was inflicted on me. The peaks of my breasts were twisted, pinched and pulled so that I whimpered, begged and pleaded as I endured the punishment from my Mistress, who smiled and looked at the top of my head.

Her hands left my body and this gave me a momentary feeling of relief, but this was to be replaced by fear as she reached up and pulled my blindfold back over my head, and I knew that she could torment me at any time without me being able to prepare myself for the onslaught. Time after time, I yelped as my breasts were pained by the actions of my captor, and I had no chance of steeling myself as I was unable to see it coming.

The worst thing, or possibly the best thing was that I was feeling aroused from all of this attention to the point where my hips started to twitch and my nipples had become erect. When my current state of desire was noticed by my captor, she stopped tormenting me and planted soft, tender kisses on the mounds of my breasts while providing gentle caresses to the sides of my body with her hands, so that the flame between my legs was stoked. The kisses turned into playful bites as my flesh was held and teased between her teeth, and her hands moved down my body and stroked the upper part of my thighs. It felt good to have my breasts sucked into the mouth of my Mistress and for her to glide her fingers over my legs, staying just short of the most sensitive parts of my body and making me moist in anticipation of the touches that were to follow.

A gasp escaped my lips as she traced a circle over my right areola with the tip of her tongue and my left breast was treated in the same manner as the tips of her fingers ran over my Mound, which caused my thighs and hips to twitch in response. My heat grew stronger as the caress above my legs became more intense, and the peaks of my breasts were teased by the tip of her tongue which flicked up and down. Soon, she took turns in sucking my nipples while her fingers made little runs over the lips of my lust, and I could not help but moan with pleasure as each little touch took me closer and closer to the peak of my desire’s need.

My nipples were sucked deep into her mouth as her fingers slipped between the petals of my flower, caressed my stem of ecstasy and I was lost in the moment as I writhed and sighed under the erotic touch of my Mistress. This was heavenly compared to the torment that I was receiving just a little while ago, and my punishment had made me appreciate the pleasure even more as I felt that I would explode in bliss before long.

Just when I was moments away from experiencing pure joy, the kisses and caresses stopped and my captor stood up which left me moaning in frustration, but I knew better than to complain as I would suffer the wrath of my Mistress. It may only have been about a minute after when she sat between my legs again, and I thought that maybe she had to take a quick break as she placed her lips at my right breast.

A moment later her face pulled away from my body, and I couldn’t help but yell through my gag as both nipples experienced an intense and numbing cold, and I knew why she had stopped and left me for a minute.

Ice cubes! You’ve got ice cubes from the freezer. The cold encircled my nipples and moved around my breasts so that it caused both a minor discomfort but still kept me as aroused as ever. Hot and Cold, this is from the story hot and cold. Everything since Mistress Jodi left me looking in the mirror was from one of the fantasy stories that I had written and this one was about three years ago. Having to see myself drool, the punishment for cleaning me up, the teasing and the cubes, it was all in the tale, but I was hoping that the end wouldn’t be too bad in real life though, as I never expected it to happen.

The ice play with my breasts had stopped and my nipples were sucked so that they became warm again, but this was so that the cubes would be just as effective when they are applied again. Sure enough, as soon as my body was okay, I had to suffer the freezing effect on my sensitive flesh as the cubes were pressed against my body as part of my torment. While one cube was numbing my breasts the other was taken down in a path that wound down to my Mound, where it created figure-of-eights which teased my flame of desire. Soon it was joined by the other cube which ran along the folds of my valley which caused my skin to become cold, but did nothing to halt the growth of the flame that resided there.

I was getting close to the peak again and I was both anticipating and dreading the climax, when the teasing with the cubes stopped and my nipples were kissed and sucked by my captor, but this was only to last for a minute as my lips of lust were caressed, and I screamed out as three cubes were pressed into my most intimate location. The stroking of my flesh moved the cubes around inside me, and it wasn’t long before this had the desired effect of taking me over the edge, causing me to scream and convulse in my bonds as the waves of pleasure coursed through me...

While I became lost in the ecstasy of my being, I only had a dim awareness of my daughter cuddling into me and landing kisses on my shoulder and neck, actions which only became clear to me as I basked in the warm afterglow of orgasm.

After my period of reverie had ceased, the kisses and cuddles that my Mistress was providing me with ended, and after she stood up, the chair and I were turned around to the right which puzzled me for a moment until I realised that this would give her room to work on my bonds. The cord that secured my right ankle to the chair was untied and this was followed by the freeing of my left ankle, and soon the bindings which kept my knees locked in place were removed which left my legs free. I wondered why my captor had done this, when my right foot was brought up to where my knee used to be, and there was the familiar feeling of rope being looped around my ankle and the chair. The cinches between my ankle and the chair caused the cord to bit into my flesh and when my foot was released which caused the discomfort to increase.

My left foot was lifted up, and the ankle was bound into place, which left both of my legs in a very awkward position as both ankles must have been secured above the right to left bar at the front of the chair. This meant that I would be unable to lower my feet from this position, and I had the choice of either keeping my feet up by straining my leg muscles, or relaxing my legs and which would cause the rope to bite into me.

There was pressure on my wrists which indicated that Mistress Dee hadn’t finished with me yet, and the cord that restrained my wrists to the back of the chair must have been untied because my hands were pulled back while I was made to lean forward. My bending only stopped when my hands were at the top of the chair, and rope flicked on my hands as it was tied around my wrist bonds and the chair forcing my body to remain in this strict angle.

I shook my head at this treatment, which was an unwise decision as it was pulled back by my hair and another rope was tied into my hair before it was pulled back so that my neck was strained. When I tried to move my head forward again, there was no give, but there was a pulling sensation at my elbow bonds so I knew where the other end of the cord had been tied to.

My legs were made to be in the air, my body was forced forward with my arms at an unusual angle and my head was pulled back by my hair. As I thought that things could not get any worse for me, I decided that I would moan and complain to my Mistress about the strict predicament bondage that she had placed me in. This proved to be a major mistake on my part, because it was around twenty seconds after I started that I felt a searing pain in my right nipple, which was followed by another one at my left, and I could only assume that Mistress Dee had used spring clothespins on my breasts.

After a minute had gone by, I screamed through my gag as the pins were pulled and twisted, adding more torment to my torturous situation, and I wondered how long I was going to have endure the suffering that my captor was inflicting on me. Whenever I moved to provide relief in one area, it made another worse, and every time I moaned I was made to shriek as my nipples were scourged in retribution.

I can’t even pretend that this is worse than it is so that you will stop it, which lets you know just how far you can go with me...
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Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 4

Postby skybird137 » Sun Apr 27, 2014 12:20 pm

Part 4

It was over an unknown period of time that the aches in my body became stronger, and I emitted constant moans so that I could at least give an audible voice to my plight which was intense to say the least. My muscles were strained, my joints were starting to hurt and I was wondering how long it would be before I cramped up. Pleading for my freedom did nothing but provide me with more suffering as the clothespins were pulled and twisted in a most energetic manner by my captor and I was unable to know just what she thought of my present helplessness due to my senses being deprived.

Any thoughts on how much longer I would my held in this present predicament became irrelevant when my arms and legs began to tremble as the strain became too much for them, and I was on the edge of panic because of this as cramps were sure to follow.

Cries of fear escaped from my gagged mouth as I struggled harder than before as I knew the fate that awaited me if I did not find some kind of freedom out of my current position. The fact was that I needn’t have worried, as the cord that bound my wrists to the top of the chair was untied and I was able to sit back in the chair, and my left ankle was freed a few seconds later, followed by my right leg. My hair was untied which allowed me to move my head forward at last, and I felt wonderful compared to just a few moments ago when my body was so strained.


To be honest I shouldn’t have been scared because my daughter knows to watch for the trembling of my arms and legs when I am placed in strict bondage, and she has taken great care of me every since the time when my limbs did become cramped. When that happened a year or so ago, I screamed in agony as Jodi cut the ropes away from my limbs and I massaged my arms and legs as best I could in order to get them to work properly again. When I looked up at my daughter, she dropped the pair of scissors that she had used to free me, and I saw the shock and guilt on her face as she turned and left the room.

I knew what she was going to do next, but I wasn’t in a fit state to stand up let alone chase after her, so I waited until I could stand and made my way up to my daughter’s bedroom to see if I could help her. What awaited me was no surprise, as it had happened enough times before for me to know just how I would find Jodi after a situation like this. She was in a prone position on her large brass bed with her arms and legs stretched up and down so that she was unable to move away from where she had placed herself. Her ankles and wrists were in what she called her punishment handcuffs, her bound ankles were tied to the bottom of the bed with a length of rope and the links of her wrist cuffs had been taken around one of the vertical bars so that her hands were on the other side.

As I entered the room, she looked up at me with pleading eyes and I saw that she had tied a black scarf so that the thick material went between her teeth so that her tongue was pushed out of the way. She had picked up the slipper from my room and placed it beside her on and bed, and as I sat down beside her, she motioned at it with her head as if she wanted me to get on with her punishment. I stroked her hair and explained that it wasn’t her fault, but the shaking of her head and the tearful look in her eyes let me know that she considered my suffering to be her fault and her responsibility. This left me with only one option to resolve this, so I stood up, picked up the slipper and raised it above my daughter’s bottom...

Some people might say that I should have just left her and she would get tired of it after a while, but they don’t know just how stubborn Jodi can be once she is like this, as she will not free herself. Oh, I tried leaving her like this during an entire afternoon and evening, only to walk in and see her bucking on the bed with a look of desperation in her eyes which indicated that she was going to suffer a severe humiliation. I only managed to get her to relieve her desperate state by promising that I would place her back in her bound state and administer her punishment. Is there anyone who would want to cause that kind of shame to their daughter?

As to the concept of trying to free her, try freeing a person bound in this way when they really don’t want to get out of their restraints and they are fighting you as best they can. I only managed it once, and I was terrified of hurting Jodi and breaking a bone in her one of her hands, but this left me with an even more upset girl. Stopping her from binding herself in the first place doesn’t help as I have to watch her all of the time, and she can’t eat or sleep until she obtains her release from guilt, so I can’t eat or sleep either. During one holiday, she stayed like this from Tuesday Morning to late into Wednesday night until I bound her to her bed and delivered her punishment, telling her that as part of the punishment she would remain bound to the bed until morning. I left the room to take a bathroom break and by the time I returned, my daughter was fast asleep which left me feeling very relieved, so I slept on the bed next to her.

Seeing my daughter has a guilt problem, why shouldn’t I see a psychiatrist? After a few times of punishing Jodi, I decided to take her to a specialist who was supposed to work with children in order for her to be helped, but she only saw him two times. The first time, she came home miserable and guilty and she said that he had ended up making her feel worse, but the second time she came home all smiles and full of the joys of spring. She seemed so happy that I was overjoyed, until I saw the half-dead look in her eyes, a look that I had recognised in a foster-brother that my parents had taken in for a while.

“What did he do to make you feel better?” I asked, with a feeling of sadness in my heart.

“Just something good, and it took all of my guilt away.” She said as she reached into her pocket, and she took out a bottle of instant happiness with a small label that read “To be taken three times a day.” To say the least I was horrified at what he had done to my daughter’s. The doctor had decided that the easiest solution was to steam-roller Jodi’s mind with a chemical!

I waited until the effects of the pill ended and then I got her to wash the rest of the bottle’s contents down the sink, even though it was technically wrong, as it would be a symbolic image of release. It as preferably to have my Jodi as she is, with her perculiar quirk rather than become one of the smiling dead, and I heard that proceedings had been started by other parent a few months later after news of his behaviour had become public. Neither of us were prepared to go to a new psychiatrist after that event, and I will wait until Jodi is ready to try again, but that may still be some time in the future.

After I delivered Jodi’s punishment for me ending up with cramps, or to be more precise perform an action that would relieve my daughter’s guilt, she became her usual happy and bubbly self again, and we went downstairs to watch a movie...


While I sat in the chair because I could do nothing but wait for the next move of my Mistress, I thought that she might ask me how the experience was once this captivity ended, and I knew that I would be unable to lie to her. If she hears about the social taboo that I had to end up breaking because of my situation, I would have to do my best to convince her that it wasn’t her fault, otherwise I am going to have to help her with a lorry load of guilt. I thought that I was worrying too much though, and that I could explain that any mistake was mine and not hers, and in the end the outcome has been positive so no harm has been done.

There was a sensation at each ear, and the plugs were removed which was quite a relief as they were causing me to itch a little, due to the long time that I had to wear them.

“When I untie your arms, you are to bring your hands together in front of you. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head and I felt the hands of my Mistress touching my arms as the cord that restrained my elbows was removed, and this was followed by the bindings that held my hands together. Once I was free, I brought my hands together in front of me, held them up as if I was in prayer so that they may be bound by my captor and there was a well known sensation as the rope was wound around my wrists about seven times before four cinches were used to secure the rope in place. As my hands were tied in front of me, my situation as the captive of Mistress Dee was confirmed once more, and the cord that went across my waist was untied so that I would be able to stand up at last.

“Stand up, turn to your left, step on the kitchen step that will be in front of you and turn around so I can get you on the table.”

This set of instructions let me know what I was going to be bound to next, but it left me wondering just what was going to happen to me once I was immobilised by my Mistress. I stood up, but I was feeling a little unsteady after being bound to the chair for so long, and I waited for a few seconds before turning on the spot so that I faced the direction where the table would be. Knowing that the table would not be far away, I decided to move inch by inch until my toes stubbed themselves against the step that had been placed there. My right foot was put on top of the step which was followed by my left, and I turned around on the step so that I would be able to sit on the table when I was ordered to.

“Sit down, and I will take it from there.”

As I placed by bottom on the top of the table, I felt a cold sensation on my skin which let me know that the tablecloth had been removed and that the marble surface was exposed. After I was in position, the step was dragged away, I was pushed back until the back of my knees touched the tabletop, and a pressure against my chest caused me to lie down on my back. A rope was secured to my wrist bindings, and my hands were pulled over my head towards the other end of the table where they would be bound into place by the rope to one of the brass rings that were screwed into each side of the table. Next, the end of four lengths of rope were tied to my legs, one each to the point just below my knees, and one each to my right and left ankles which made me think that they were not going to be tied together.

My right upper leg was moved as far as it could go to the right, and the pressure on the knee rope suggested that the other end had been tied to the top of the table leg. It was the turn of my right ankle to be pulled next as it was bound to the table, and my left leg was moved before it was also restrained in position by the two pre-tied cords.

“I don’t think that you will need this for a while.” Mistress Dee said as she untied the knot that kept the blindfold over my eyes, and the cloth was removed so that I could see the upside down face of my captor as she leaned over the side of the table where my hands were tied. Her face approached mine and I closed my eyes in pleasure as my gagged lips were brushed by hers and I received kiss after kiss from her as I lay there on the table. While the kissing continued she reached her hands up to my chest and teased the mounds of my breasts with the tips of her fingers, which stirred the feeling of passion between my legs.

“I can’t reach you properly with my lips, so my hands will have to do for the moment as I knead your breasts.” Her hands massaged my breasts with her fingers pressing into the ample flesh and it seemed as if she was treating the mounds like piles of dough that had to be turned into rolls. “These will require extra special moulding before I put them for baking in my oven of love.” My captor said as she rolled my nipples between thumb and forefinger which increased the arousal in my body and caused the peaks of my breasts to become erect.

If I had paid attention to Mistress Dee’s words and behaviour, I might have been able to prepare myself for what was to follow but I was enjoying myself too much to notice what should have been familiar to me. The sigh that escaped my lips and the twitching in my hips let my captor know just how much I had been affected by her actions, as she halted her caresses and walked around to the other side of the table.

“It seems that there is more than one set of lips that need kissing.” My Mistress said as she bent over the table.

Are you really going to do this do me, bring me to bliss with your own mouth?

I squealed as I felt the touch of her mouth on the lips between my legs, and I writhed as her delicate kisses sent shockwaves of ecstasy through my loins. Mistress Dee set to work with her lips, and I was squirming and moaning as she took me closer and closer to the peak of pleasure. I even started to thrust my hips upward as her tongue traced circles around the most intimate part of my flower, and it seemed that I was right on the edge when she stopped her caress between my legs.

My complaining did nothing do encourage her to continue but as I squirmed in my denial, she said “Close your eyes and in a minute I will give you an experience that you will never forget.”

After closing my eyes, I listened as my daughter moved about the kitchen and I wondered just what she was up to, as it seemed that she had opened and closed one of the cupboards. You must be getting something to tease me with. She returned to the table between my legs, and there was the sound of paper rustling as if something was placed down on the table with its top opened up.

Her hands were cupping my breasts just a few moments later before they made their way down to my abdomen, but the pleasure was replaced by an intense itching after just a couple of seconds after her touch. There are just three things that can cause my skin to react like that, the first is saliva and I have already mentioned about how this affects me. Dust is another, but it is only a mild annoyance, but the third is unbearable on my body.

Icing sugar! You’re covering me in icing sugar. I opened my eyes in shock as Mistress Dee put more of the white powder over me, and I begged through my gag for her to stop but she just smiled at my plight.

“I’ve baked you till you’re hot, but you need some extra decoration and heating before you will be perfect to taste.” She said as she picked up some more of the sugar in her right hand, which she placed between my legs and I begged and pleaded at her because I knew exactly where this amount would end up.

“Just one more spot to decorate.”

My shrieks reached a new pitch as the powder was rubbed and pressed into the space between my legs, and the feeling became unbearable just a few seconds later with my pelvic area convulsing and thrusting from the ordeal.

“I am going to allow my cake to rise for a while, so I will leave you alone.”

I was starting to swear through my gag as my captor left the room and I remembered that this whole torment was from another one of my stories called ‘Bound and Baked’, while my body arched in reaction to my predicament.

Please, come back, I’ll do whatever you want!
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Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 5

Postby skybird137 » Tue Apr 29, 2014 8:48 am

Part 5

It didn’t matter to me how long I waited as lay there on the table, as my whole mind was concentrated on the itching of the most sensitive areas of my body and the fact that there was nothing I that I could do about my ongoing torment. Squirming and thrashing in my bonds on the table provided no relief, and screaming obscenities through my gag didn’t help my situation much either. I wondered just how long I was going to be left like this as my cries for help were ignored and I was likely to promise anything to get out of this awful predicament.

When my Mistress walked back in, I put on the most pitiful look I could manage with eyes as wide as possible, while I made begging and pleading noises through my gag in the hope that she would relent from her torment that she had inflicted on me.

“Why you do seem to have cooked well. Perhaps I should leave you to bake for another half an hour, though.”

No, please don’t, I’ve cooked enough. Please top this evil itching on my body. My head went from side to side as I gave it a vigorous shake and my captor climbed on top of the table, kneeling over me as she smiled.

“This just goes to show just how hot you are, but it’s time to lick the sugar off my cake.” Mistress Dee bent over and applied her tongue to my navel, removing all of the icing sugar that was lodged in there and moving out in a slow spiral as she removed the dusty material from my abdomen Even though her actions did remove a little of the itching, it didn’t make any real difference to my general suffering. “You know I love tasting icing sugar on skin.”

Jodi’s comment was true enough as I used to remember the times when she was a few years younger and I was baking cakes in the kitchen for a special treat. She always used to wet her right index finger and stick it in the bag of icing sugar so that she could have a taste, and I had to keep an eye on her as she practised her special addiction. One day it got so bad that I took a length of rope and bound her wrists together in front of her, before tying them to one of the rings that were attached to the sides of the table.

Well, you seem to be enjoying your addiction by the shovelful today.

“I have two wonderful cupcakes in front of me, and I shall enjoying tasting these.” She leaned over as she spoke and ran the tip of her tongue over the mounds of my breasts so that the irritant was removed, but my feeling of arousal was increased in the process. Soon only two little circles of sugar remained on and around each nipple as my Mistress kissed, sucked and bit at the mounds of my bosoms in a playful manner. “There are truly delicious.”

I was starting to moan at this point, so she turned her attention to the untouched areas, running her tongue around my areola before flicking my hardened nipples and clearing away the irritation. I arched myself as best I could so as to offer my body to her, and she took each nipple into her mouth in turn as she sucked and made soft bites onto my flesh which stoked the fire in the centre of my lust.

These touches stopped all too soon and Mistress Dee climbed off the table, looking at me from between my legs, and my mound was quivering from the itching and from my state of arousal. “That meal was exquisite, and I have a tasty vanilla slice in front of me, but perhaps I should leave this until later.”

This comment caused me to shake my head again as I begged to my captor for her to finish this and allow me a measure of relief for the moment, as I didn’t think that I could stand any more.

“Well, If I’m to force myself to sample this last delight, then I want a promise from you. If you do not give it, you must remain in your current torment.”

Here it comes, and I’m not sure that I can refuse anything right now.

“I have seen how intense your bondage orgasms have been and soon you will experience another one, so I want you to promise me this. When you think that I have developed enough, you are to give me my first bondage orgasm. It won’t matter what I think at the time, you are to take control of me and keep me strictly bound and gagged. You must tease and torment me for hour after hour, not giving me my release no matter how much I beg, until you think that I can take no more and I am at the end of my wits. Do you promise?”

I nodded my head to show that I had made my promise to my daughter, but I knew that when the time came, she would beg and plead for me to break my word. She was going to find out just how big a trap she had made for herself within just a few months, but that is a tale for another time.

Mistress Dee lowered her head so that it was between my thighs and I screamed out as her lips brushed against the heart of my desire in a most gentle manner, sending little shocks of pleasure through my hips. The flame of my lust increased as my captor set to work, clearing away the last remaining streaks of sugar from my flower of love, and bringing me relief from the torment that had plagued my body which twitched and squirmed. As her tongue probed into me, I thrust my hips up so that I could intensify the feelings within my body, and I yelped as she traced out the tip of my bulls-eye, which let me know that ecstasy wasn’t far away.

The caresses of my tunnel elicited shouts and cries from my gagged mouth, and I surrendered myself to the experience as I writhed on the table with uncontrollable thrusts of my pelvis into the face of my captor. Second by second, I was taken closer and closer to that special point where my universe would consist of pure bliss, and soon it seemed that I would be screaming in joy.

Just as I was about to reach that wonderful moment though, my mistress stopped her oral seduction and raised her head so that I was left hanging on the edge. No, you can’t do this to me, I was so close! My loins were on fire from my need, and I screamed and pleaded to the lady who was tormenting me with denial as I struggled in my bondage in another hopeless attempt to free myself.

“Oh my, you really are a puppet on a string, and I know just which strings to pull.” Mistress Dee said as she lowered her head again and teased me with her tongue, providing enough strokes to keep me on the edge but not over as I cried out a string of garbled expletives through my gag.

I must been like this for some time before she probed and licked with all of her force, and this was enough to take me over the edge into a world of pure ecstasy as I convulsed and screamed in my orgasm...


My captor had left the room when I roused from my post orgiastic reverie, so I decided to relax on the table until her return when she would doubtless place me in another tormenting situation. I must have been so oblivious to my surroundings that I hadn’t even noticed that my ball-gag had been removed and a strip of cloth was held between my teeth with the ends tied together at the back of my neck.

The door to the hallway was flung wide open, and a very angry looking Mistress Dee walked into the room “Okay bitch, what did you do with my diamond necklace. I know that you must have done something and lost it.”

The entrance and behaviour of my captor did cause me to be taken aback, but the biggest surprise was the outfit that she was wearing, as she had been in the nude up to this moment. A black, long sleeved, polar neck bodysuit covered her body which was accompanied by black sheer tights that covered her legs, and a wide leather belt around the waist. As she walked around to where my hands were bound to the table, I heard a clicking sound that informed me that her formal black patent stiletto high heels were on her feet, and the rope that bound my hands to the table were untied before I was forced into a sitting position.

It was only a few seconds before my captor walked around to where my legs were bound, and I could see her in all of her glory as she untied my knees and ankles from the table. Once she had finished, she stood and faced me with a stern look as she placed her feet apart, her hands on her hips, and she said “I know that you took my necklace bitch, tell me the truth or I will have to punish you.”

In that moment, Jodi had become Mistress Dee, and although I knew that she was manipulating me with this image, it created such a feeling of submissiveness that I couldn’t help but adore her. This outfit was in the fantasy story Pole-Lashed, and this was the tale that my Mistress was going to enact with me being accused of taking a necklace without permission. It was one of my milder stories, so I knew that even though it was going to sting a lot, there was going to be no major suffering for me.

My elbows were brought together in front of me before my captor bound and cinched them with one of the discarded lengths of cord that had tied my legs to the table. “Get off the table, and go to the living room where you will be punished for your silence.” I put my feet on the round kitchen step, stood up and stepped off the table, and walked to the living room with Mistress Dee behind me as her hand pushed against the centre of my back. When I exited the hallway, I noticed that the curtains were shut and the clock was covered along with the timer on the video recorder, so I was still unable to find out what the time was as I was made to walk up to one of the twp steel poles on either side of the television.

“Raise your arms as high as they can go slut, seeing as you are guilty by your silence, and press your body against the pole.” As I did as my Mistress demanded, she reached into a black cloth bag and took out a coil of rope, which she wrapped around my waist and the pole before cinching it and tying off the ends. A second length of cord was looped around the top of my chest which was also cinched and tied, and this had the effect of forcing my plentiful bosom around the steel pole. My arms were secured to the pole at the wrists and elbows in the same manner, along with my legs at the ankles, below and above the knees, and at the mid-thighs, which left just one more area to tie.

A long rope was picked up by my Mistress which was wrapped in an infinity shape around my breasts above the pole, so that the surface of my flesh became unyielding to the touch. This final binding left me immobile and helpless before my Mistress who picked up one last item from the bag.

You made that by yourself, that’s amazing. The object was made from a long and wide black leather belt with the buckle removed and it had a series of cuts that went four fifths of the way along the material. The remaining fifth had been rolled into a cylinder and wrapped up in duct tape so that it was rigid, with the strips moving free and I marvelled that my Jodi had managed to make her own flogger.

“This is your last chance, whore. Tell me what you did or suffer the consequences.”

I was unable to give an answer, as I did not have one and I gave out a yelp as the lashes struck my back with some energy, although I’m sure that my captor could have hit me with a lot more force. Five more blows landed on my back and I responded with a cry for each one, but they stung hard, rather than caused any real pain.

The next lash was to my upper thighs, and this was worse than my back, but I was able to handle the pain as five more strikes were delivered to my legs. The cheeks of my bottom were beaten next, and after the punishment was administered there my posterior was caressed by the lady who held me captive. The whipping after this would be the most important one as my captor walked around me, and I shrieked louder than before when my rigid breasts received six of the best, with my nipples feeling the most pain. The effect afterwards was incredible though, as the strokes by her hands over my bosom started up the fire between my legs, and I moaned a little at her touch.

My back and thighs were struck again, and the blows were a little harder, but the lashes on my bottom, along with the smoothing touches over my cheeks served to increase my arousal as I writhed in the ropes that bound me to the pole. The effect on me was even stronger after my breasts were whipped for a second time, and I felt that it was possible that my punishment may actually become very pleasurable.

There was another cycle of beatings on the four parts of my body, but the soothing made the heat in my loins become even stronger, and I found it hard to tell if the next set of whippings hurt or thrilled me as the caresses felt so good on my body. My yelps and moans became louder after each round, which had been increased to twelve blows and I was taken by surprise when the lashes struck my nipples as I was possessed by the feeling of bliss…


“Iris, Iris, are you okay? Please Iris, let me know that you are okay.”

I looked up and saw just how worried my daughter was as she cradled me in her arms, and at that moment I was so proud of her, as she had only shown that she had her father’s intelligence and cunning in the way that she had managed to take control of me, but the hearts of her parents as well. I nodded to let her know that I was okay, and I straightened up, as I had slumped down in my ropes as a result of the orgasm which I hadn’t been expecting.

“When you screamed and hung from your ropes, I thought that something bad had happened to you. I’m so glad that you’re all right. I’ll bind your arms behind your back, take you upstairs for a bathroom break and then we can have lunch. After all, it is nearly two o’clock in the afternoon.”

The ropes that bound my arms to the pole and to each other were untied, and my forearms were taken around to my back and placed in a position so that they were parallel to each other with the hands at the opposing arms. One strand of rope bound and cinched my right elbow to my left wrist, and another was tied to my other wrist and elbow in the same manner so that my arms were locked in a ‘box’ shape.

My breast, chest and leg ropes were untied, and I was made to step away from the pole before a long rope was wrapped around my chest and upper arms, so that it went above and below my breasts with a V- shape being created at my bosom as the rope was taken over my shoulders and down to the chest ropes.

As my arms were secured with no chance of escape, I was helped upstairs to the bathroom where I took a break with the help of my Mistress, and once we were back in the living room I was made to sit on the edge of the settee so that my legs could be bound and cinched at the ankles, below and above the knees, and at the mid thighs.

“I’ll make us some sandwiches and pour out a couple of glasses of orange juice. You just rest there, BC, as you’ve had quite a day so far.”

After my captor had left the room I leaned back against the settee, and as I thought about this morning I realised that each scenario that she used was for the purpose of installing complete submissiveness in me. If my daughter ever becomes Mistress Dee in the future, I knew that I would have no choice but to surrender to her but I would be safe in her power as well. Her intellectual level is far greater than mine, and I had a suspicion that if anyone tried to cause problems concerning us, I should let my Mistress handle it as she will run rings around them and make them wish that they had never interfered.

Well, you certainly know how to get what you want, and you want to make us happy.
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Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 5

Postby jennybond » Tue Apr 29, 2014 11:29 am

Finally got around to reading this. I'm loving it
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Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 5

Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Apr 29, 2014 11:55 am

Yes like this part too I want definitive read about the trap that Dee lay her self. :) Byway do had first emperor in mind as choose the name? Now I must tell your English fare above my. I must read more than ones the last paragraph to understand it.
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Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 5

Postby skybird137 » Tue Apr 29, 2014 12:44 pm

Finally got around to reading this. I'm loving it


Thanks Jenny, that is praise, coming from a writer of high quality.

Byway do had first emperor in mind as choose the name?


Thanks for taking the time to read, Andrew. Jodi is a girl's name and it is pronounced Joe-Dee. The Mistress name comes from the second part of her name.

Addon: Other versions are Jodie, Jodey, Jodee.

Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 5

Postby Plueschbabycd » Wed Apr 30, 2014 6:20 am

hallo skybird137, than you in half knowing mixed up first emperor of china put di behind his name to show that he "divine" with Judge Dee (also, Judge Di) is a semi-fictional character based on the historical figure Di Renjie, magistrate and statesman of the Tang court. :)
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Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 5

Postby skybird137 » Wed Apr 30, 2014 6:27 am

I remember reading about 'Shi Huangdi' in one of my ancient history books. the choice is not that exotic though, just used part of her name.

By the way, it mat take a while until I write about the 'trap' that Jodi has set for herself. I have this story to finish first, then there will be 'Jodi's Punishment'. After that one I will get to the tale when Jodi has realised what she has let herself in for.
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Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 6

Postby skybird137 » Wed Apr 30, 2014 10:49 am

Part 6

My stomach was rumbling a little by the time that Mistress Dee entered the room, carrying a white plastic tray with two glasses filled with orange juice and a large plate overflowing with ham and lettuce sandwiches that had been cut into little quarters. She put the tray down on the coffee table, moved the table itself so that it was no longer in front of me, and she leaned over me as she untied and removed my gag before putting it on the table.

“Well, what do you think of my clothing, BC?” My Mistress said as she turned around in a slow circle in front of me, so that I could see how it fit her at all angles, and she was a glorious site in her costume.

“You look wonderful, Mistress Dee, it fits and it says that you truly are a Mistress who has the right to own me. I am not even worthy to kiss your feet.” I said as I bowed my head in acknowledgement of my subservient position.

“You are more than worthy my slave.” My captor said as she lifted her right foot and put it on my left knee. “You may kiss my foot.”

It seemed that my heart raced even faster than before as I lowered my head and leant forward so that I could do as my mistress commanded, placing little kisses on the shoe that she had presented to me. “Thank you, Mistress Dee for allowing me this honour.”

We stayed like this for a few minutes until my Mistress lifted her foot up and placed it back on the ground before sitting down on the settee on my right side. “Thank you for your display of devotion, slave, it is much appreciated by your mistress. Now, perhaps we should have lunch as I’m sure that we are both more than a little peckish after our exertions of the morning.” She pulled me onto her lap so that I faced her right side, before she picked up one of the sandwich triangles and held it to my mouth. “You shall eat one, then I will, and we can have a sip of juice each before a enjoyable short pause.”

I took little bites out of the small sandwich until it was finished, and my Mistress helped herself to one, eating it in the same way before she lifted up my glass to my mouth so that I could take a sip through the straw that she had provided. As she put down my glass and picked up her own, I found that I was enjoying the way that my Mistress was spoiling me, as I must have mentioned before that I love being fed while I am in a state of total helplessness.

Her left arm was already going around my body as she put down her glass, and I was held in both arms as she pulled me close to her. I closed my eyes, and as my mouth parted a little, I could feel the tender brush of her lips against mine as I was kissed by my Mistress. Her tongue worked its way between my lips, so I parted my mouth, probing her mouth with my tongue and soon our lips and bodies were in passionate embraces as we sat on the couch. After a minute or so, I was released from this closeness, and lunch continued in this way with kisses and cuddles following each part of the meal, until it was finished at about three o’clock.

I was taken back off the lap of my Mistress, before she stood up and carried the tray back out of the kitchen, and she returned only a few seconds later to stand before me with a strand of rope in her right hand. “I want to make sure that your lunch settles before we carry on with today’s games, so I will place you in a hogtie on the sofa until four o’clock. If you would be so good as to lie down on your front, my slave.”

It took about a minute before I wormed myself into position with my body lying along the settee, as I had to lie on my side and then turn into this position, but I managed it with no help from my mistress. My feet were taken up to my bottom and the coil of cord that she had carried into the room was used to bind my ankles to my wrists so that I was left Immobilised on the sofa before she sat down and wormed herself into place so that the right side of my head rested upon her lap.

The moment was very enjoyable, with Mistress Dee stroking my hair as I lay helpless on the couch, but I was surprised by what she said after a few quiet minutes. “It is all right if I ask a question, BC?”

I thought that my captor must be very unsure of what she was asking, if she was making a request to ask me about something. After all, I am her slave at the moment, and that meant that I would be unable to deny her anything.

“I am your property, Mistress Dee. You may ask whatever you want, and I have to answer.”

It felt as if there was a little tremble in the legs of my Mistress as she asked “Is it true that you have not known the pleasure of a man since the loss of my father?”

There was a little pang in my heart as I had loved Ian without reservation, and there was no other man in my life after he passed on, but I had a suspicion about where this line of questioning was going. “It is true, Mistress.”

“Is there a man who you would like to spend a little intimate time with?”

As our previous games had involved fantasies that were on my notebook, I realised who Mistress Dee was talking about, as my stories with a male only involved one person. His name was Gary, he delivered the parcels in our part of town and he also ended up as the object of certain fantasies, some of which he found me tied up, and others had him taking me captive.

“Yes Mistress, his name is Gary, and he delivers the parcels in our area.”

“Do you lust after him? I have seen his face when he looks at you and he finds you to be very attractive.”

This question caused my cheeks to burn red when I answered the question. “Yes Mistress, he is present in all of my fantasies that involve a man, but I do not want a relationship with him.”

“Well, maybe I should arrange something for your benefit. One day I may arrange for something to be delivered and place you in nude bondage in the living room. When he comes to deliver the package, I shall take him through to where you are so that he may see you in your helplessness. I will tell Gary to help himself and then retire to my bedroom so that you two will be allowed some privacy. After all, it is the least that I can do for you.”

To say that I was shocked would be an understatement, and I bucked in my ropes in a feeble attempt to gain my freedom after hearing what my captor had proposed. “But Mistress, you can’t leave me like that for a man. He could do anything he wanted to me and I wouldn’t even be able to call for help as he satisfied his lust on my captive body.”

It took only a moment for my Mistress to reach under my body and deliver a hard pinch to each nipple which caused me to yelp, and I knew that I had not only spoken out of turn but that I had also issued commands to her.

I will be surprised if I don’t get a red bottom for this, after all I have misbehaved.

“That was naughty of you, slave, as you only get to speak when spoken to. You do as you are told, not the other way around, and if I decide that you are going to enjoy yourself with a man, then it is going to happen. It is too soon to make a proper decision about this, as I will have to think about it.”

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as this would give me time to talk my Mistress out of this nonsense when I realised that I would be out of time in less than an hour, and that I could be in real trouble as I remembered what I had done yesterday. I must have gasped or made some kind of response that my captor had noticed because she said “What’s wrong, BC?”

This meant that I was going to be in real trouble as my moral self caused me to speak the truth to my daughter. “I- I placed an order for a few personal items yesterday afternoon so that they would be delivered today, and I had completely forgotten about this because of what has happened.”

“So, as it’s a Saturday, that means Gary would normally deliver here about four o’clock in the afternoon.” Mistress Dee said as she rose from the settee and picked up the ball-gag that had been in my mouth for the morning from the side of the couch. “Open wide, BC.”

Knowing that disobeying my captor was not going to help me at all, I parted my mouth so that the large rubber ball could be inserted between my teeth, and the straps were taken around to the back of my neck where they were buckled to the maximum notch, with the edges digging into my skin.

“That will keep you nice and quiet while I explain things to you, BC. If Gary is not doing the delivery, I can just sign for the item and that will be it. If he turns up, I won’t lead him in here, but he shall hear a full description about you and that you are in lust with him. There will be an offer for him to come in and take advantage of you, and if he takes it up, I can retire to the bedroom so that you two can enjoy yourselves.”

The experience of true helplessness encompassed my being as I thrashed around as best I could on the couch, while my daughter went upstairs and re-entered the room about a minute later, wearing a plain black mini-skirt so that she appeared to be Jodi again. I begged and pleaded to her through my gag in the hope that she would take pity on me, but she just smiled as she stood there watching me fight a hopeless battle against my bonds.

You can’t be planning to do this to me, please don’t hand me over to him!

“Tick tock, tick tock, what’s the time on the clock.” Mistress Dee said as the time moved forward, but my world was full of fear and struggling as each second passed to the moment when the parcel would arrive.

Oh no!

My struggling stopped just a split second after the doorbell rang, announcing that the package had indeed arrived, along with the person who might very soon avail himself of my helpless flesh.

“Well, it sounds like your stud has arrived. I’ll just get the items and give him the good news.”

No, please, you can’t let him take me!

It felt as if my body was frozen and I daren’t even breathe or make any noise in case I gave myself away, and alert the deliveryman to the fact that I was in the living room. There was the sound of the bolts being drawn back before the lock was turned and the creak of the hinges as the door was opened.

“Hi Gary, how are you?” My captor said, and my heart sank as he was at the front door, but I just couldn’t believe that she would tell him the truth about my current predicament.

“I’m fine, Jodi. Is Iris available? I need her to sign for this, if possible.” Gary said.

“Well, I’ll have to sign for the package as Iris is rather tied up at the moment.”

Oh no, you actually told him about me being bound.

“I didn’t know that she would be busy today. It’s okay, I know that your signature is just as good, so if you put it on the pad here.”

“I know that you like Iris, and I know that she really likes you. She isn’t busy, she is very tied up in the living room, with a big gag in her mouth, and she is in the nude all ready for you. All you have to do is go in and look.”

You’ve told him everything, and he’s even been invited in! If he finds me like this, I’m done for!

“Okay, I get it, she’s asleep upstairs, and you didn’t want to disturb her. I’ll remember not to ask the silly question next time.”

“I’m telling the truth, if you go in she’s all yours and she has fantasies about you taking advantage of her while she’s helplessly tied up.”

“Here’s the package. If Iris could hear you now, she’d spank you.”

“Her hands are tied, so it would be a bit difficult for her. Are you sure that you won’t come through?”

“Jodi, do you realise how unbelievable that is, claiming that you have Iris naked bound and gagged and available for me? Nice try kid, but I’m not falling for that one. I have to go and finish my round now. See you next time.”

“Goodbye Gary, have a safe trip.”

I sighed with relief as the door closed, my body relaxed as it had been frozen in place while Gary was at the door, and I looked up as my Mistress arrived in the room minus her mini skirt so that her legs were bare.

“It seems that he didn’t believe me, I told him the truth but he refused to come into the living room. Just imagine, you were terrified of him coming in and taking advantage of you, yet there was no chance of him accepting that what I told him was true.”

After hearing this from my Mistress, I realised that I had been fooled into thinking that he would discover me in nude bondage, yet with her manipulation, it was never going to happen so I was going to be safe and in no danger.

“Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence, as the saying goes and I made a claim that was extraordinary, as it involved you in this predicament. Had you made a sound, such as shouting through your gag, or if I had shown him a picture or video of you in your current plight, then he would have investigated, and discovered that it was true.”

You manipulated me and Gary, just so you could add an extra twist to my predicament.

“The next time Gary delivers, get him to ask about what I said, and use this to test the waters about what he would do. I think that you might like the idea before long. Anyway, it’s four o’clock now and you need to do some hopping around.”

My hogtie rope was removed and I was helped up into a sitting position on the settee as a prelude to standing up, with my captor holding my upper arms until I was upright.

“Please make your way into the middle of the kitchen BC, and then near to the door.”

I did as she asked, taking slow and careful hops because I had been off my feet for a while, but I managed to stay upright as we entered the kitchen, and I made my way close to the door.

This is going to be another one of your bluffs.

“We’ve spent enough time indoors, so it’s time for a little.” Mistress Dee said as she gripped the kitchen door handle, pulling the door open. “Outdoor bondage!”
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Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 7

Postby skybird137 » Fri May 02, 2014 11:31 am

Part 7

Not outside, do you understand how risky that is?

“My slave, you have two choices. You can hop out of the kitchen door, or I will put you outside the front. The decision is yours, but I would suggest that the latter is not a situation that you would want to experience.”

My Mistress said this just so that I would have to go into the garden, so I made small hops up to the doorway, and took the one skip that took me outside onto the garden path. At this moment, I was very thankful that we were the only two story house in a street of bungalows, and that the back garden was surrounded by a fence that was high enough to prevent anyone from being able to look over into our area in a casual manner. The bungalow to the right of our house was deserted and waiting for a new owner, but there was always the chance of a sudden visit by a real estate agent while the left house was inhabited by an elderly couple who normally went to bed in the afternoon, but this was never certain. This meant that there was a certain amount of risk in my current predicament, as there was always the possibility of being seen in my present state of bondage.

The kitchen door leads out to the left side of the house and there was a large double gate to my right as I hopped outside, which was padlocked and bolted so that there would be no chance of anyone making a casual entry.

I turned left and hopped down the path until it went left at the back of the house, smelt the flowers that had already bloomed in the mild weather, and even though the air temperature was a little cool, it was not low enough to be uncomfortable. The grass was a little damp after the rain that must have fallen in the morning, and I hoped that Mistress Dee would not be so cruel as to force me to lie on it or take a swim in the pool as the water must be cold.

The other main objects in the garden were three trees that my captor or I had been tied to on various occasions, a steel lattice climbing frame with which we were also very familiar, and a large garden shed which stored various tools and equipment along with being a storage place for other garden items.

“Hop around the garden and make sure that you exercise well, but keep away from the pool as I don’t want to get my clothes wet by having to rescue you.”

As I made my way onto the grass, I suppose that you could call my actions hopping, but it would be more accurate to use the term bouncing, owing to the fact that my various attributes were moving up and down with gusto. When I have hopped in bondage before with my captor, I at least had clothes or my bikini to keep my breasts and bum in check, but as I was in the nude my plentiful shape oscillated as I moved forward.

Could I end up repetitive strain injury from this?

At the moment there was no problem in keeping my pace up, but I knew from previous escapades that I would have to slow down in order to save my energy, and this would draw attention from my mistress who would decide to encourage me to speed up in my efforts. After about five more minutes of my exuberant bounding the muscles in my legs began to feel the effort of my exertions, so I had to slow down in order to prevent any aching from occurring.

“Why are you taking your time, slave?” Mistress Dee said as she carried a large cloth bag in her right hand.

I hadn’t paid attention to her, so I wonder if she had gone into the house to fetch a few items while I was doing my vertical shuffle around the garden. Maybe she had gone to fetch some evil device to torture my helpless bottom, in order to induce me to make more effort or to suffer the consequences of my tardiness.

“I go in for ten minutes, and what do I find? My slave is already slacking in her duties as my grass presser, and I have to remind her about not taking her time in these matters.”

I’m in for it now, you are going to make me pay. As I was approached by my Mistress, I tried to speed my hopping up but my muscles protested at the extra strain so it was no effort for my captor to catch up with me. To my surprise, I squealed when I received a playful slap across my bare bottom instead of a hard spank, and Mistress Dee giggled as she delivered a soft blow to the top of my legs.

This continued for some time with my captor telling me what I bad slave I was while inflicting a punishment that was teasing me instead of causing me any pain, with me putting up a mock protest as I carried on with my pitiful hopping around the garden.

“Okay, let’s stop for a few minutes so that you can get a rest.” Mistress Dee said, so I remained on my spot as she embraced me from behind and teased my neck with sweet little kisses that were interspersed with soft bites into my skin. As this carried on, I became oblivious to the risk of discovery as I luxuriated in my tantalising situation, but I was puzzled when my Mistress stopped kissing and cuddling me. It seemed by her brushes against my body that she had bent over to do something, but I still didn’t know what it was when she whispered into my ear. “Do you trust me, my slave?”

Well, the only answer that I could give was yes so I nodded my head, but I was surprised when my world went black in an instant, and it was only when I felt the tying of the knot at the back of my head that I realised that I had been blindfolded. I tried to remember my bearings concerning everything around me, but this became irrelevant after a few seconds when my captor took hold of me and turned me around several times so that I did not know which way I was facing and in what direction I could move.

Although I was in the centre of the garden, I might as well have been in the middle of nowhere as moving forward could result in me crashing into something and knocking my head, or suffer an even worse fate by falling into the swimming pool. There was no sound from my Mistress, and for all I know she could have made her way back to the kitchen so that I would be left bound, gagged, blindfolded and naked, and unable to move from my present position. Fear rose in me as my mind went through all of the possible scenarios that might happen because I was left alone and unable to defend myself, and I started to whimper as I wondered about what was going to happen to me.

“Did you actually think that I would just leave you alone, and abandon you in this situation?”

I must admit that I yelped when I heard the voice of my Mistress in my right ear, as I had convinced myself that she had gone back inside the house, so listening to her speak came as quite a surprise to me.

“BC, you are going to spend some time as my remote control bondage toy, and you are going to obey my commands. When I say forward, you are to hop forward until I say stop. Turn left or turn right means that you are to shuffle around until I issue the command to stop. Do you understand?”

There was a nod from my head in order to let my captor know that I had comprehended her instructions, and I knew that I would have to place complete trust in her orders, so I waited to hear what my first command would be.

“Forward.”

After taking a deep breath, I started to make little hops forward as I didn’t want to take any chances of losing my balance, and I must have continued in this blind bound for about a minute, with not having any idea of where I was heading.

“Stop and turn right.”

My progress was halted and I shuffled around, using what little give there was in my ankle bonds in order to shift my feet on the ground but it was a more precise way of turning when I couldn’t view my surroundings.

“Stop. Forward.”

I used a moment to steady myself and took one hop after another as I made my way through the garden, not knowing what was in front of me or how far it was away. For all I knew, a few more steps could end up with me in the swimming pool and sinking to the bottom, but I realised that I had to put complete faith in the orders of my Mistress otherwise I would start to panic again.

“Stop. Turn left.”

Again, I remained in position and took small steps with my feet so that I would turn the other way. After a few seconds of turning, I was told to stop rotating on the spot and move forward to another part of the garden, going an unknown distance in the process.

As time passed, I must have moved around the garden in all sorts of directions, but I didn’t bump into anything or fall in the swimming pool so Mistress Dee had taken great care in keeping me safe.

“Shuffle forward.”

This was a new command, but I followed it like all the others by moving each foot forward a little at a time before I was given the order to stop by my captor. The knot at the back of my head was untied, and the movement of the cloth let me know that my eyes were clear, so I blinked my eyes for a few seconds. It didn’t come as much of a surprise to discover that I was only inches away from one of the vertical poles of the climbing frame, and I was guessing that this would have some kind of role in the next part of my outdoor adventure.

“Turn around and put your back against the pole.”

As my back touched the pole, at least in places where my arms weren’t in the way, my Mistress went between the bars to the inside of the structure and I felt the touch of rope at my ankles as the bonds there pressed a little harder.

“I’m just making sure that you can’t go anywhere for a while.”

So I’m to be the helpless damsel who is tied to a pole, but the only damsel I’m likely to resemble is poor Andromeda who is depicted as naked in most of the drawings.

It was the turn of the ropes binding my knees to become tense followed by the thigh cord and the loops in the middle of my back were tied to the vertical pole which ensured that I had no chance of escaping this spot. For a moment I thought that Mistress Dee had finished with me, but she stepped back through a gap in the bars carrying a very long rope with her, and she tied one end of it around my waist, knotting it off at my front. As she placed a series of knots in the rope, it became clear what the purpose of this restraint was going to be and how it was going to provide me with a very interesting time at the climbing frame. Once the last knot was tied, she threaded the rope between my upper thighs before stepping back through the lattice work and pulling the rest of the cord through.

“Get on tip-toe as high as possible.”

It was a little difficult to do this, as I had to strain against the bonds that held me to the pole, but I was able to get into position just as I was instructed, even though I knew what was going to happen. The rope must have been looped over one of the horizontal bars and pulled as tight as possible, because I yelped when the knots and cord buried themselves into the erotic flesh that lay between my legs.

“The end has been tied off now, you can relax.”

That was going to be easier said than done as any resting on my part would serve increase the pressure of the rope, and it was already teasing me even though I was just inhaling and exhaling. The young lady who kept me captive stepped out of the frame area and embraced me as she landed a few little kisses on my gagged lips.

“I’m going in for a little while, so you can stay out here and have a little fun on your own.”

My heart was racing as Mistress Dee walked back into the house, leaving me alone in the garden as I was still concerned about discovered by a third party in my present state of helplessness. The rush of fear added to the feelings that I was already experiencing, and I let loose a moan from my lips as the fire grew stronger in my hearth which was fanned a little by a gentle breeze that caressed my bare flesh.

Keeping my present stance became harder as time went on, and I had no choice but to relieve the stress on my legs by lowering myself, even though it caused the cords to dig and rub into me so that the flame of lust became ever stronger in my centre of need. Trying to shift around so that I could get into a better position because of the restraints that held me also added to the stoking of my erotic core and I was wondering if this is what my Mistress had intended when she bound me to the frame.

As the crotch rope worked its magic on my libido, an almost continuous stream of moans escaped my lips as I writhed in my bonds with my hips thrusting forward so that my flesh could be teased even more. My greatest worry was I would lose all self-control and that one of the next door neighbours would be in the garden just when the centre of my lust explodes, with me advertising my predicament at the top of my lungs. Even thinking about this proved to be counterproductive to my efforts to remain calm, as the fear of discovery was increasing the state of arousal in my loins.

It came as a shock to me when I realised that I was raising and lowering myself on tiptoe for the very purpose of grinding the knots on the cord against my lustful lips, and if I didn’t regain my composure the loss of any type of control would soon be complete. Although I tried to deflect my mind onto other things, it was impossible to concentrate on anything else for more than a few seconds because the sensations that my body felt were more than enough to bring me back to reality and guide me on the road to the peak of ecstasy.

The idea entered my head at this point is that even if I tried to halt my bliss it would fail, my actions in trying to stop it may very well lead to me being found in nude bondage, and my only chance was to get this over with as soon as possible so that my desires would be sated for a while. With this scenario in mind, I decided to struggle and squirm in the hope that I may achieve my peak sooner, even if it meant that in essence I was making love to a climbing frame, which wasn’t quite the purpose for which it was built at the time.

My moans became louder as I took the deliberate actions of writhing in my bonds and moving myself up and down on the crotch rope in order to gain my joy, and I could feel the moment start to well up inside me as the seconds ticked past. Each movement on the spot and each thrust outward by my hips took me closer to that incredible moment when my very being was oblivious to everything else, a state which every part of my body lusted after.

I pressed harder and faster against the cord that was teasing me towards a world of pure joy, and I knew that it wouldn’t be too long before anyone nearby would know what I was doing. The fact that I was breathing faster also contributed as it caused movements in my body that increased my level of arousal, and I was hoping that I would achieve the peak of pleasure. If anyone did see me, I would have looked like a possessed woman as I struggled at the climbing frame, and expletives were leaving my lips as the time grew very close.

Oh please yes, Oh Please Yes. OH PLEASE YESYESYES!

The late afternoon was filled with my screams as I shook on the spot, with orgasmic bliss filling me and driving out all other thoughts and sensations...


“Oh wow, you are incredible, BC. I just hope that mine are that good.” Mistress Dee said as she untied the crotch rope that had teased me to such an experience. “I think that we should go in the garden shed as it will be dark before too long.” The cords that bound me to the frame were removed, and my captor helped me to take the short journey to the large wooden shed in our garden...
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Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 7

Postby Switcher13 » Fri May 02, 2014 11:39 pm

Skybird you are a superb writer! I've read your stories and they are all good. This installment of the "Iris" series is another gem.

Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 7

Postby jennybond » Sat May 03, 2014 7:09 am

Switcher13 wrote:Skybird you are a superb writer! I've read your stories and they are all good. This installment of the "Iris" series is another gem.


I'll second that. Excellent job :big:
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Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 7

Postby SelenaGfan » Sat May 03, 2014 7:29 am

Jodi needs to be tied,gagged and played with.

Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 7

Postby skybird137 » Sat May 03, 2014 7:33 am

Switcher and Jenny, thank you for the appreciation. It's good that people like the stories.

SelenaGfan, the time will come, but it won't be in the present story.
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Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 7

Postby herdfaninrva » Sat May 03, 2014 7:40 am

Can't wait until Jodi gets a spanking and the clothespins.
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Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 8

Postby skybird137 » Sun May 04, 2014 4:30 pm

Part 8

As Mistress Dee unlocked the door to the shed, I glanced up at the sky and noticed that the sun was approaching the horizon which meant that it would be setting in about an hour. The padlock was removed from the door which was opened by being pulled out, and my captor reached in and switched on the fluorescent strip light that was attached to the roof.

“Hop inside, my slave.”

The first thing that I noticed was how clean the surfaces were and that the covering sheets had been removed, so my Mistress must have prepared the inside while I was otherwise occupied during the morning. A large rug had been rolled out over the wooden floor which was probably for my comfort as I was the one who was barefoot and naked, and the carpet would prevent me from receiving any uncomfortable splinters.

It would be boring to mention all of the various types of tools and equipment that were laid out in neat rows on the various shelves or benches, but one item that would be important was the electric winch that was bolted to the roof with a large hook hanging underneath. To the right of me was another door which led to a second room that was used for storage of materials and garden items, but I didn’t think that I was going to be put in there.

The door closed behind me, and the sound of bolts being pulled across gave me the impression that I was imprisoned in the shed with no chance of escape, but this idea came over as rather silly after a few seconds as I wouldn’t be free even if the door was wide open given my current state of bondage. My Mistress walked around to my front and took hold of my upper arms before she issued a new command.

“Get down on your knees, my slave.”

If it wasn’t for the fact that my captor held my arms, my attempt would have ended in failure and the most probable result would have been for me to fall over to one side and hit my head on one of the benches. As I was helped down, it wasn’t hard for me to end up in the desired position so that I was on my knees, and this just added to my submissive feelings as my Mistress walked around me while I gave her looks of pure adoration. Once Mistress Dee returned to the front, she placed her right foot on my left shoulder, and even though it was a little presumptuous, I ended up nuzzling it with my cheek as another act of submission. After she put her foot back on the ground, the lady leaned over and patted me on the head so that I could be given the signal that I was a good girl.

“You are a very attentive slave, BC.” Mistress Dee said as she took my head in her hands and pressed herself against me, and my pulse quickened as a result of this close contact. “Just think of all the extra fun that we can have together in the future when everything is sorted out in me.” She took her time as she walked around to my back and once she was behind me, her hands gripped the cords that bound my arms into a box position. “You need to lie down on your back now, before I provide you with a little more entertainment.”

There was a pull back on the ropes and I had no choice but lean back until my feet slipped out from underneath me, but the grip that my Mistress had on my bonds prevented me from falling down and coming to any harm. My legs went around to my front as I sat down on my bottom, and soon I was lying on my back with my Lady above me, with her legs on either side of my body as she looked down on me and smiled.

“This is a better position for having some fun in the shed.” She said as she knelt down so that she was astride me with her posterior on my abdomen, before bending over in order that she could press her body against mine.

It was wonderful to be in a position of intimacy with my captor as she planted numerous kisses on my shoulder, while her arms embraced my captive body and I closed my eyes as I surrendered to the moment. Her kisses moved up to my neck, becoming interspersed with gentle bites and sucking of my skin, and her hands moved around to my front so that her fingertips could wander over the soft flesh of my breasts. The teasing of my neck and bosom served to light the fire in my loins and I wondered if she was going to bring me to a state of bliss while we stayed in the shed.

As my neck was treated to a delightful caress by the mouth of my Mistress, her fingers traced little circles around my nipples before the tips were held in a soft grip and subjected to a soft pulling and twisting that brought an erotic feeling to my bosom. Soon, her hands moved down my abdomen as her lips traced a path of kisses down my chest to between my breasts, and I gasped as the tips of her fingers pressed against my Mound of Venus which caused the heat of my fire to increase. Kiss after kiss traced a path along the mounds of my breasts as fingers caresses and stroked my heart of desire, and quiet moans escaped from my gagged lips as I writhed a little under the body of my Lady.

“Perhaps I should make this even more fun.”

Mistress Dee stopped her seduction and rose up from my helpless flesh, leaving me just a little frustrated in the process. I opened my eyes and watched as she picked up the black cloth bag and placed it on the floor before opening it up and taking out the black strip that had been used as an effective blindfold on me earlier. The material was placed above my face and I closed my eyes as the item covered my upper face before the ends were tied together at the back of my head. After a few seconds, there was a pressure against each ear, and something was pushed in causing me to feel a rushing sound for a moment before I was able to hear nothing. Again I was blinded and deafened, and the only major sense that I had available was one of touch, but I was reassured when my Mistress knelt astride me again with her body close to mine.

The enjoyable torment of my body continued as kisses landed on my breasts and her fingers rubbed against my mound with harder and more intense strokes, which brought my fire close to the point where it would explode. My areola was tantalised by the tongue of my captor as I received a caress between the top of my legs and my body trembled as the heat in my loins reached another level of magnitude. Before long, I was thrusting my hips up with each stroke of my flame and the tips of my breasts were licked, kissed and flicked by the young woman who had total control of my passions. When my nipples were taken into her mouth to be played with and fingers probed my lustful lips, I was sure that my very being would erupt into ecstasy before long.

In fact, I was just about to reach the centre of my need, when my Mistress stopped her actions of intimacy and pulled away from me, and I squirmed as the lust in my body was denied, wondering if I was going to be left on the floor.

There was a tenseness in the bonds around my ankles which puzzled me, but a moment later my feet rose into the air as if my captor had raised my legs by the ankles. I was trying to work out why she was doing this to me as my legs went higher and higher, but there was a shock as my bottom left the floor which informed me that it wasn’t my Mistress lifting my body, but I was being taken up by the winch!

At this point I started to struggle against my bonds, but again this proved to be doomed to failure as my legs and bottom were raised further, and then there was the moment of shock when my shoulders and head slid along the carpet. Several more jolts like this happened until only my head touched the floor, with my body beneath or rather above me and I squirmed and jerked on the rope as my final contact was severed, leaving me suspended upside down for the first time in my life. As my body was raised, a thought entered my mind that my continued struggles may dislodge me from the hook and bring me crashing head first to the floor, an idea which scared me into keeping still.

My ardour had cooled somewhat since I had been strung up by my ankles, but it was still strong enough to be quite frustrating and the adrenaline rush from my suspension added to my sensations. Even this thought did not distract me from the possible scenario that I have been left alone in the shed as I wouldn’t know whether or not my Lady was here, and that I was locked in here in my strict bondage without the chance of struggling free.

My worry about this situation disappeared, but it was replaced by a greater concern as a shriek escaped my mouth because of the stinging pain that was felt in my upper thighs, and I knew that I had just been flogged by my Mistress. There were five more blows on my legs, and I cried out at each one because they were stronger than the ones that I had received in the living room which had been meant as a tease. A pause followed and I was thinking that my bottom would be next, but I discovered that I was very wrong about the part of my body that would be targeted.

I had forgotten that hanging upside down would show more of a certain location of my buxom body and it was the exposed area of my breasts that are covered in normal circumstances, that were hit by my Lady as six hard flogs landed on the sensitive area. The pain that I experienced from this punishment caused me to make involuntary jerks in my suspension which added the fear of falling, due to my predicament that I was suffering in the shed.

Six strokes to my abdomen were followed by a half-dozen to the sides of my thighs, and that left only one more area that could be made to suffer, a place that my Mistress had left until last. There were six long and loud screams from me as the cheeks of my bottom were given a severe flogging by my captor, and I knew from the living room that this was going to happen again and again.

As I suspected, the tops of my thighs at the back of my legs were the first target again, and the blows were not only stronger than the first time but there were irregular gaps between the strikes so it was impossible to steel myself for the following five flogs. The half dozen blows against my spread out bosom covered a more general area than before, but it didn’t lesson the pain that was inflicted on my upper body area. My midriff must have been turning pink after the second whipping of the area, the sides of my thighs would be faring about the same, and pain radiated through the cheeks of my derriere as Mistress Dee made sure that these were given special treatment.

The one possible compensation from this ordeal was that the fire between my legs was growing as a result of the pain that was inflicted on me in all of the wrong places, or should that be all of the right places, and another cycle of strikes took me close to the edge so that I jerked as much from my lust as from my pain.

It must have been the moaning that gave me away because just as I was about to reach the point where I would only feel the ecstasy, the flogging stopped and I was screaming through my gag for more as I struggled like a fish that had been caught on a line. For the second time since we had arrived at the shed, I had been brought to the edge of orgasm, only to suffer from a cruel denial at the hands of my Mistress.

After my desire had cooled down, I was subjected to the same painful but arousing treatment until I was close to the moment of the explosion of the lust within me, when I was humiliated by Mistress Dee who stopped at the point of ecstasy. This proved to be too much for me as sobs of despair escaped from my throat, and a hand gripped the ropes at my breasts so that I was pulled away from the vertical as I was lowered to the floor.

The plugs in my ears were removed, along with the blindfold that covered my eyes and I noticed that my ankles were no longer connected to the winch that had hoisted me up. I was thankful for the fact that I was able to regain my composure, but the lust was still burning between my legs which were being untied by my Mistress, starting with my ankles and ending at my mid thighs.

“I have played enough denial games with you for today, so I won’t do it again. However, you do have to stand up now, so I will help you.” She said as she took hold of my chest ropes, so I managed to get my feet under me and lift myself up off the floor. I was surprised when she took a long coil of rope out of her bag which she used to make a complicated form of rope harness around my abdomen, and I didn’t understand what this was for as it wasn’t restraining in any way.

“Step under the winch, wench.”

It only took a few steps for me to get into position while my Lady took three more lengths of cord out of her bag, before pressing the button that lowered the winch so that it descended to just above my head. Mistress Dee went around to behind my back and I could feel something unusual before the ropes around my chest and midriff became tighter, so I presumed that she had tied the cords to my body in some manner. I was to find out what she had done just a few moments later when she walked up to the winch control, pressed the up button and I found myself lifted up to the point where I was on tiptoe.

As I looked up and bent my head, I could see that loops of rope had been taken around the hook and they would have been taken around the chest and abdominal ropes in order to provide support. My Mistress wasn’t finished with me yet though, as she took the two remaining ropes and tied the end of one to each leg, with my left leg bound at the ankle and the right just above the knee. The other end of the knee rope was taken over the winch hook, and pulled until my leg was pulled into the air with the end of the cord tied off so that only my left leg gave me any support.

I had a worrying suspicion about what was going to happen to me next, and this was confirmed when I was forced to bend my left leg at the knee so that my ankle pressed against my bottom, before the ankle rope was wound around my thigh and calf leaving me frogtied and suspended in the air by my body. The ropes that held me around the midriff and chest exerted a strong pressure against my body, but it was more discomforting that painful.

This was the second time that I found myself hanging from the hook, and my bound left leg was squirming around in an effort to try and reach the floor, while my right foot flailed about in the air. The rush that I experienced from being place in this situation had a profound effect on my arousal, and as I looked around I hoped that my Mistress was going to keep her word.

“This should tickle your fancy.” Mistress Dee reached into her bag and took out an item that I had forgotten about, which I had left hidden in the bottom of the cupboard on the grounds that it was a little large for me. The large pink dildo was carried around to my front by my captor, and she teased me by waving it in my face which caused me to struggle in my bonds as I knew what she was going to do next.

“Who’s a naughty BC for having this in her wardrobe, and leaving it where someone could find it? I think that I’ll have to put it somewhere safer.” She said as she placed the tip of the phallus against my lips of desire.

I did feel a little conflicted as the item was going to test me to my limits, but the desire to have my lust sated made me disregard the difficulty of accommodating this shaft, and I ended up nodding and begging at my Mistress in order for the item to be used on me. She pressed and turned the phallus, and worked it into my tunnel of ecstasy as I moaned in pleasure at the penetration of my body was such that I was filled to the maximum extent.

Even though the internal part of me had been stuffed by the dildo, there was still enough of the device that was external so that my captor was able to thrust and twist it to maximum efficiency. As my level of arousal was already high at this point, it didn’t take long to reach the point where I would at the very edge of having my desire met, but I was still worried that I would be denied yet again.

This time I shouldn’t have worried as she continued so that I was taken over the edge, and all I could recall was emitting constant screams as the strength of my orgasm made me oblivious to anything else but an all encompassing ecstasy…
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Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 9

Postby skybird137 » Mon May 05, 2014 2:54 pm

Part 9

(Picture of a Workmate for reference.)

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As I regained control of my senses, I noticed that the offending shaft had been removed from my body and I had been winched even higher so that the top of my head just brushed the roof. The dildo was lying on one of the wooden workbenches that ran along the side of the shed, above a pair of white kitchen towels and the dry nature of the surface indicated that it must have been cleaned. There was the sound of a door closing and as I made an attempt to look around, I could just about see Mistress Dee carrying a portable workbench known as a Workmate.

The item was placed on the floor in front and below me, and it only took a minute for her to set it up so that it was stable before she opened the bench vice to its fullest extent. Once this had been completed, she threaded ropes through the holes that went through the stationary part of the top, and she went over to the side where she picked up two long sponge foam strips and a roll of grey duct tape. The first strip was laid along the immobile part of the table vice, and it was secured into place by four strips of tape, and the second piece of foam was placed against the vice part that was controlled by the handles before it was also taped into position.

It was normal for the vice part of the workbench to hold metal or wood, but it seemed that the foam was there to soften the effect, so that something more delicate could be gripped. My Mistress pressed the button on the winch control, I was lowered to a height which was close to when I was teased by the shaft inside me and she walked around the bench before untying my right knee rope from the hook. Any thoughts I had on her allowing me to stand free vanished when she bent my right leg at the knee so that the heel touched my bottom, and the rope was wrapped around my upper thigh and ankle so that both of my legs were frogtied.

“Don’t worry slave, you won’t be hanging around for long and you’ll be on your feet soon. I just want to make sure that you won’t be any trouble as I get you ready for the next act. You may find the first part a bit of a squeeze though.”

After I was hoisted up on the winch by my captor, she moved the bench so that it was below me, with the wide gap in the top positioned so that it was underneath my chest. As I was lowered again on the hook, it seemed as if my frogtied legs took on a life of their own as they flailed at the end of my body, because I had realised that the gap was not only where my chest was, it was where my breasts were. Any struggling that I did proved to be futile as my bountiful bosom fitted between the parts of the vice, and once I was lowered onto the top of the Workmate, the ropes that were threaded through were used to bind my upper chest to the stationary part of the bench.

“It’s time to secure your legs now, and I expect that there will be no trouble as I do so unless you want to be tortured with denial. When your legs are untied you can put your feet on the floor.”

The rope that bound my right leg in a frogtie was removed and I was allowed to feel the carpet beneath the sole of my foot. My little piece of freedom was short lived though, as my foot was moved so that it was against the foot of the workbench, and the cord was wrapped around my ankle and the metal frame before it was cinched and tied off. My left ankle was freed from my thigh, but this was just a temporary situation as it was bound to the other metal foot of the device, so that I was stuck in position with no chance of lifting my breasts free from the vice.

“I think that it’s time to get a grip on my prisoner.”

As I looked left and right, my captor had taken hold of the handles that opened and closed the large vice in the bench, and as she turned the handles clockwise, the gap between the parts of the vice diminished until the foam started to press against my soft flesh. The protests that I issued through my gagged mouth proved to be just as futile as the struggles that I made in my attempt to get free, as my breasts were forced out of shape and into a position of great discomfort. By the time my captor had finished closing the gap, any struggling on my part was unadvisable owing to the fact that my breasts would hurt even more because they were held in the actual grip of a vice.

My Mistress walked around the workbench so that she was on the other side where my head was, and she bent over so that she could place her hands under the vice. A moment later, I received quite a surprise as she fondled and groped my distorted breasts and I yelped as I tried to pull my flesh through the vice.

“You have some nice rock-hard boobies, my slave. I wouldn’t recommend trying to pull them free as that could be very unfortunate, but it would most likely be impossible anyway.” Mistress Dee said as she untied the ropes that bound me to the top of the item, but this would mean that it would be much easier for me to inflict suffering on my clamped breasts.

Given the fact that I was bent over in this way, I had assumed that the most probable scenario was one where I was going to be flogged on my bottom and thighs again and again, but this was not what my captor had in store for me. I looked on as she picked up the dildo, wrapping it in several layers of kitchen before she put it in a vice on one of the side benches which was tightened to a secure grip. One of the power drills was taken from the wall, a bit was inserted and the device was plugged in before a hole was drilled into the flat end of the phallus. Once this had been completed, she picked up one of the special stands with a base that was heavy and round and she adjusted the height of the omni-adaptable clamp before she placed it right behind me.

“I was very mean to you earlier, BC. I teased you for some time with denial after denial, so I am planning to make it up to you with something very special.”

It was at this point that I started to become worried again, as I knew it had something to do with the work that my Mistress was doing at the bench. Something was placed into the hole that she had made in the shaft, and she replaced the drill bit on the power tool with a long, plain cylindrical bit before she released the phallus from the clamp, causing me to feel a growing sense of unease.

“The great thing about this drill is that as well as drilling and hammer drilling, there are a range of pure hammer settings. It’s amazing what you can use it with.”

My uneasiness turned into horror with my eyes going wide as she set the drill to one of the hammer settings, picked up the dildo and started the power tool so that the dildo thrust up and down, revealing the dreadful fate that I was going to have to endure. That thing was going to be placed inside my body, the device was going to hammer it into me and there was going to be nothing that I could do about it! Even though I shook my head and protested through my gag at this impending humiliation, this did nothing to halt my captor as she unplugged the tool from the wall and walked behind me.

“You know that you have to do whatever I want, so your actions have earned you a blindfold.”

She picked up the cloth strip from the bench, placing it over my eyes before tying it into place, and I also received a hard six of the best on my bottom which caused me to lift my chest up and pull against my vice-held bosom in a double punishment. There was a strong pressure against my flower of desire, and the dildo made its slow but inexorable way into my cavern of need, moving forward until I was filled up by the shaft.

“I just need to make the attachment and then I can get the show on the road.”

I heard the sound of a connection which was accompanied by a movement of the shaft within my body, and a click behind me seemed to indicate that the tool had been locked to the stand. This was followed by a rustling sound which was followed by the sound of a plug being pushed into a socket, and a few clicks behind me let me know that the mode of the tool was set to what my Mistress wanted. I still shook my head, but I knew in my heart that nothing was going to prevent the indignity that was about to be inflicted on me.

“Three, two, one, go!”

I heard the single click just before the phallus pressed deeper into me before pulling back, and I screamed out in embarrassment as I was subject to such a humiliating penetration, because there was no other way to say what was happening to me. Sometimes there are kind and genteel ways to describe an action, such as making love, being taken with pleasure or even being taken to bliss, but there was nothing of this nature that could frame this experience. The only terms left were coarse and expletive but they were going to be the only ones that could fit into my present treatment, given what I had to accept.

To put it bluntly I was being fucked, but not only that, I was being fucked by a bloody power tool that was not going to stop even when I wanted to, which would take me to exhaustion and collapse. There were two more clicks, the thrusts of the machine increased in speed and I wondered if my poor intimacy was going to be pummelled into submission. The worse thing about my situation was that even though I didn’t want this abomination in me and I felt as if I was being violated by a robot, the fire of lust was once again lit in the hearth that resided between my legs which would lead to the inevitable outcome because my Mistress had promised not to deny me again.

After a few minutes, some of my moans were no longer from the embarrassment of being fucked by a machine but there were cries of pleasure intermixed as the thrusts did their work in fuelling my libido. Soon, I was thrusting in tune with the device so that I could gain the most pleasure from each movement, and part of me even wanted Mistress Dee to increase the effectiveness of the tool. When I realised this, I must have blushed from my embarrassment as I had ended up being seduced by some wires, a circuit board and a large lump of plastic.

Two more clicks were audible and the phallus thrust into me with greater speed with intensity, and I no longer cared that it was a machine that provided me with these feelings. In my mind’s eye, I was weaving a fantasy which involved someone kidnapping me and tying me up in the shed like this so that he was able to fuck my brains out, and when the features of my kidnapper formed I was shocked to discover that it was Gary!

There were no longer any protests from me and the cries were screams of joy as I was taken closer and closer to that special moment when my helpless body would be at the centre of everything. I heard one more click and the raging flame of my desire meant that the time would not be long in coming, but then neither would I so to speak. The quickness and fierceness of the thrusts were powerful enough to bring me to the boil and it was just a few more minutes before I gave that special shriek as my very being was drowned in the bliss of orgasm...

I could only describe the experience as wonderful, but my time of reverie was momentary as the continued pounding of the power tool brought me back to reality with the fact that it hadn’t slowed down, and I understood what my Mistress had meant when she said “Something very special.” This was not going to stop until she decided to bring an end to it, and as my level of arousal was building up again I was going to receive orgasm after orgasm, whether I wanted them or not. My fate could not be avoided and I was moaning again from the lustful joys of the flesh as the phallus slid in and out of my tunnel, taking me ever closer to the peak of desire. Soon, I reached the point where I only wanted to feel that point and I did everything I could to help my body along to that moment, as I cried out for more.

The second time was just as special as the first, but I felt weaker which meant that my reserves were being drained as a result of my predicament, yet my body was already lusting after the next moment as the constant thrusts pushed it on. I was worried how much longer this would go on for and if Mistress Dee wanted to push me to the point of exhaustion, or even unconsciousness. The third time was powerful, but I felt weaker than before which took the edge off the situation, so I begged for my captor to switch that machine off. My pleas went unheeded and soon I was fearful that she was going to leave me in this situation for the rest of the evening.

It was after the fourth time that my legs gave way, and I was thankful that my body was still bound to the hook so that I could remain in position, otherwise I might have fallen. I was dreading number five as I felt that I could go no further, although I screamed as the ecstasy coursed through me, but I felt relieved when the machine stopped while I was trying to recover with my body trembling.

“I won’t use the machine on you for the rest of tonight, as I don’t think that you can take any more. I am going to change your bonds, and you are not to struggle as I do so. I will disconnect the drill from your dildo first.”

Asking me not to struggle seemed to be an unusual command as I didn’t think that there was any strength left in my body after the ordeal that I just went through, and that there was no chance of being able to stand.

Pressure was applied to the phallus for a moment, and I heard a sound which suggested that the stand had been moved although the shaft was still inside me before the ropes that bound by ankles to the workbench were untied. I was very thankful when the handles on the Workmate were turned anticlockwise so that my breasts were freed from their present confinement, and my captor took my up by using the winch so that the desk could be taken away from under me before I was lowered to the floor.

The blindfold was taken away from my eyes and the rope that bound me to the hook were removed, along with the cord that was wrapped around my midriff before my Mistress picked up a roll of grey duct tape. She pushed me onto my back before bringing my right ankle up to my bottom, and she wrapped the tape around the top and bottom of my legs all the way from the top of my thigh down to my knees so that my leg was locked into an immobile position. My left leg was treated in the same manner so that both limbs were similar to that of a frog’s, which left me frogtaped for want of a better word, and I wonder if my arms were going to be bound in the same manner.

“When your arms are untied, you are to bring them together in front of you with each hand in the shape of a ball.”

The cords that restrained my upper body were removed and I did was Mistress Dee ordered so that she would be able to apply my new bindings. Her first act was to use the duct tape to wrap up each hand so that my fingers were unable to move, and there was no flesh showing except at the wrist. My arms were brought together at the elbows so that they touched, and tape was wrapped around my arms from my elbows to my wrists, so that there was no visible skin except for my upper arms.

I was placed into a kneeling position facing the door, which I stayed in while my Lady cleaned up the shed and put everything in its place so that everything was neat and tidy. She picked up two items, one was a length of rope with the other being a large eyelet on a screw, and the latter was screwed into the base of the phallus that stuffed my intimacy. One end of the rope was tied around my waist, knotted off at the back and I thought that this would be another standard crotch rope with the end over the shaft. The rope was threaded through the eyelet on the end of the dildo and taken between my legs before it was taken over the waist part of the rope at the front.

The bolts of the shed door were pulled back and the door was opened to reveal that it was dark outside, which suggested that the time may be half past seven in the evening at the earliest. I was carried and dragged out of the shed, and my arms were forced to be as close to my body as possible before my Mistress tied the other end of the crotch rope to my wrists. As I knelt there, my captor retrieved her bag from the shed, switched the light out, and closed the door before securing it with the large padlock that went over the latch.

I was wondering what was going to happen next, and I was shocked when I listened to the words that were whispered in my ear!
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Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 10

Postby skybird137 » Wed May 07, 2014 7:29 am

Part 10

“We are going back into the house, and I’ll leave the kitchen door ajar for you for when you get there. It shouldn’t take you too long to get inside.” Mistress Dee straightened up, turned around, and walked along the path to the house with her high heels making a clicking sound against the stone slabs as she disappeared into the darkness.

It would take less than half a minute for my captor to reach the safety of the kitchen and I saw the light from the open doorway reflect off the far garden fence for a few seconds as she made her way into the building. This was to be my latest torture as I was naked, bound and gagged with my legs frogtaped, and I was about as far away as possible from the kitchen door at night, with a clear sky that meant it was going to get colder before very long. I turned my head to the left and saw Orion striding over the back fence with shield in one hand and a club in the other as he prepared to do battle with Taurus the bull.

The sky was crystal clear, and the one thing that I was thankful for was that the moon was past full giving me the chance to be in the house long before it rose, so at least my bondage captivity would not be illuminated. Dew was starting to collect on the grass which would mean that I had that to contend with as well on my long journey to the house, and I meant long as it would be quicker to walk several miles than to reach the door in my present state of restraint.

I looked again at the constellation and it was easy to see his sword hanging between his legs with the glow of the nebula showing where the end was. Well, they call it a sword, but if he had such a useful weapon why is he fighting with a club? It’s a pretty short sword because it only reaches half way to his knees, so maybe it’s only useful for poking things. To be honest, I thought that it was called a sword so that they can avoid awkward questions from children, as that part of the constellation has more to do with what was stuffed inside me than an actual sword. No wonder that Virgo is nearly on the other side it the sky as she wouldn’t be a virgin for much longer if she was near Orion.

After a few more seconds had passed I comprehended that this was just a means of distracting myself from the matter at hand, and my concentration needed to be applied to my present problem of getting back to the house. Moving forward by shuffling on my knees was the only means of locomotion that was available to me, as my wrists were tied to my body by the crotch rope which prevented them from being of any real help. Although this was the best option, it would still require me to work hard to travel a small distance, and I would need to take a break every so often in order to recover my strength.

All this thought about what was needed in order to arrive at the kitchen door wasn’t getting me anywhere near my goal, so it was time for me to make the first so-called step on my arduous journey. I took a deep breath, or as deep as possible given that it was hard to get air past the gag in my mouth, and moved forward as best I could on my right leg so that I could cross a few inches off my journey. It was at this point that I discovered just how devious my Mistress had been, for as soon as I moved my right leg my arms made an involuntary response which pulled on the end of the crotch rope. This in turn pulled the rest of the rope tight, with the part of the cord that went through the eyelet pressing up so that it pushed the dildo into me, rubbing against my tunnel in the process and lighting the lust between my thighs.

In this way I found out that my task was a double torment, as every little part of my walk would result in the increase of my arousal, and if I wasn’t careful enough I could go over the edge into orgasm with my screams giving me away if anyone was outside. The only certainty in avoiding this was staying in place until my time was up, but the evening was starting to get cooler and a breeze had sprung up which was going to add to the chill that I would have to endure for the next three hours.

There was no choice but to take the chance as I tried to get back inside, so I stepped forward with my left leg with the result that the most intimate part of my body was caressed with the shaft of plastic that was inside me. My situation was not going to get any better, so the only option was to keep going on with these little steps until I needed to stop for one reason or another. After about five minutes of shuffling along the grass the muscles in my legs began to ache, so I thought that it would be best to take a few minutes break before continuing in my travels towards the door and safety. There was the other ache to consider, and that was the one in my loins which was the result of all the little thrusts that had occurred whenever I moved, but this one did not lessen when the feelings in my legs did.

Once the ache in my legs diminished I decided to move on, and again the forward progress equated to multiple forced penetrations of my restrained body, which increased the level of arousal in my centre of desire as the plastic slid up and down. Before long I had to take another rest, as the last thing I needed was the possibility of my legs cramping up, but the feeling of desire between my thighs did not diminish during my second stop. This brought a new worry to me, because if this present situation continued without change, there was the very real chance that I would collapse in orgasm before I reached the door into the house.

This stop was longer than the previous one as my legs were aching a little more, but I moved on as soon as I was able, although the thought that I wouldn’t get back in time grew in my mind as the shaft in my tunnel provided a constant reminder of my plight. Long before I reached my peak, there would be the moans, and if these were heard someone might want to investigate with the result that they would find a naked woman in bondage trying to make her way along a garden to the house.

Another stop had to be made for the sake of my lower limbs, but I noticed that I was squirming a little which caused the phallus to press into me and increase my flame of lust. It took willpower on my part to keep still in order that I might prevent any further stimulation of my libido, this added to my worries as there was the chance that I could lose control and encourage my arousal in a very active manner.

It was during my next move that my arms were reaching out as much as they could, and increasing the effect that the dildo was having on my sheath of need, forcing me to hold my hands in place as I was moving forward. I needed to find some way of distracting myself from this expanding sensation of desire, but the only thing I could concentrate on was the growing ache in my thighs and claves as I took the slow route to safety. As I halted my progress the pain decreased, but this had the effect of making the strength of my sexual flame clear to me, and it was calling out for more stimulation as I tried to remain still in the damp, cold grass.

The feeling of lust increased as I took more shuffles toward my goal, and I wondered how far I could push my legs before cramp set in, as the suffering at least masked my desire for the moment. However, I knew that I had to be careful because I could cramp up if I pushed myself too far, and that would give me away just as much as if I had experienced an explosion of joy. The point was reached where I had to stop because I felt that I was right at the limit, but all the pain did was mask the lust for a little longer, but there was still the delay until I could take further steps.

By this time, I had reached the top of the garden, where the stone path ran alongside the flower bed which was up against the house, and I was thinking about using the harshness of the stone slabs to help distract me from my fire between my legs, as I could always move back off it proved to be too much for me. Moving onto the path was very uncomfortable, as the slabs where unyielding against my knees, and the rock didn’t allow any give for my ankles and feet when I moved along.

The irony of the situation was that I preferred the pleasure to the pain, or to be more precise, it was my mind that wanted the discomfort so that I would get back before I was found by someone in my current helplessness. My body was almost screaming at me for attention at this point, and a part of me wanted to surrender to the moment and allow me to obtain my release from my need. This had become my torture, as I had to work against an ever growing desire in my body so that I could get back inside the house, so at least I could surrender to what my body wanted.

I had to make another stop, but this rest showed me just how bad it had become for me as I lost control for a few seconds, with my arms tugging at the crotch rope while I emitted little moans from between my gagged lips. Somehow I managed to regain control of myself, but the fact that this happened with such ease made me realise just how close to the edge I was, and this slip up with my mind let me know that this point much closer than before. When I moved along the path once more, there was a feeling of relief as there was only the kitchen part of the house to pass, and then I could go around the corner and go in through the door.

It was just my luck that when I was about to reach the kitchen area, the lights in the room were turned on and this part of the garden was flooded with illumination.

As I looked left, I could see that the bright area went quite some distance down the garden and as I stared at how far I had to go to avoid the chance of being seen, I noticed that I had been moaning as I rubbed myself with the crotch rope. My level of arousal was such that I could never make it around the long way without going over the edge, which meant that my only other choice was to make it along the lit path.

In order to minimise any possible chance of discovery I would have to move along with as much care as I could and still maintain a fast pace. It took a lot to force myself to shuffle forward into the patch of light, but I managed it and made the slow progress towards the other end and around the corner to safety.

Again it seemed that the world was conspiring against me, as the air above the next house seemed to sparkle when their back garden security light was switched on, and this was the moment when I panicked.

Oh fuck, one of them is going to go into the garden any minute now, and if they try to look over the fence I’m going to be found in the light, bound gagged and naked!

My heart was beating much faster than before as I tried to make my way along the lit part of the path with as much speed as I could muster, and my arms were going as far forward as they could go so that I could gain further traction. These actions, along with the sense of fear and the rush of adrenaline fed the furnace of my lust to such a level that it led to only one inevitable outcome.

Oh no, no, no no! Oh shit, Oh Shit OHSHITSHITSHIT!

The explosion of bliss in my loins spread to the rest of my being, and drove everything else out of my mind as I toppled to my right with my head falling onto a bed of early blooming flowers. I must have made quite a sight as I screamed and convulsed on the path with my bound legs flailing, while my orgasm coursed through me and it seemed to go on forever with each second increasing the possible outcome that I would seen in my situation...


A feeling of utter relief well up in me as I panted through my nose in my post orgasmic bliss, and the thought went through my head that I had been exaggerating the possible chance of my discovery, with the result that I had put myself through an necessary fright. There was the problem of lying on my side and I would have to take a little time in getting back up on my knees, but there would be no problem in going around the corner so that I could reach the entrance to the house.

It was just a few seconds later that I heard a click which was followed by an all too familiar creak, as the back door of my next door neighbour’s house was opened and my heart jumped into my throat as someone could be only a few seconds from finding me in my nude bondage. There was the clear sound of a man’s shoes on a stone path which was accompanied by a rustling sound which I presumed would be a bag of rubbish which he was going to put in the dustbin so that it could be part of Monday’s refuse collection.

I should have thought about this as you are always so predictable. You put the bag of rubbish away just before you and your wife go out for the evening, so once you have done this, I will be free to get back up and go to the door.

My fear was replaced by relief, but this was just for a moment when I felt a terrible itching in my nose, and I remembered about the bed of flowers beneath my head which must have been disturbed when I fell. I’m not prone to hay fever and I don’t know how much pollen had been released but it must have been enough at this range to cause a tremendous irritation of my nasal cavities. My normal response to avoid sneezing when I had such a feeling would be to pinch my nose between thumb and forefinger while breathing through my mouth until the itching had subsided, but this was impossible as my hands were bound. The next door neighbour had lifted the lid on his rubbish bin, placed the bin inside and closed the lid, when I could no longer contain the build up inside me which escaped in a hearty sneeze.

“Who’s there?”

Oh no, I’ve given myself away, and there’s no way that I can escape from this now! You know that I’m here in the garden and you can be nosy at the best of times.

I was frozen in fear with the result that I didn’t even make any attempt to escape, as I listened to the sounds of him walking down the path as he headed towards their garden shed. The rusty metal hinges let out a clear groan as the door was opened and a clanking sound told me that he had picked up the metal ladders that he used around the house. When I could no longer hear his shoes on stone, the clanking got louder which let me know that he was approaching the fence between our two gardens, and the only thing I could do was close my eyes while I begged in my fearful state for something to happen.

Please don’t let him see me! Please don’t let him see me! Please someone, don’t let him see me like this!

There was a loud clank as the ladder was leaned against the fence, and I daren’t breathe as I heard the first step on the ladder, knowing that just a few more would reveal me in my greatest shame ever.

He’s bound to call the police, all hell will break loose and this will end up in the newspapers at the very least.

There was a second step on the ladder...

“Hubert, what the hell are you doing on the ladder?!”

“Delia, I heard a noise from next door, and I was going to investigate.”

“In that case, why didn’t you go around to their front door and let them know that there was something suspicious happening? The real reason is that you wanted to spy on them in their bathing costumes. My God, you can be such a pervert!”

“But Delia-“

“Get in the house right now! If I hear one more word, I’ll tell the next door ladies what you were up to, and it’ll be up to them if they want to call the police! I’ll put the ladder away while you get the car ready for us to go out!”

There was a thud as if he had jumped off the ladder onto the ground and a few seconds later there was the sound of his shoes along the path just before he went into the house. There was a very soft set of clanking sounds for a moment as if the ladder was gripped by someone with a gentle touch, and about ten seconds later there were louder clanks as the ladder was carried back to the shed and placed inside before the door was closed. The clicking of her heels up the path was followed by the closing of the back door, the front door was opened and closed a few minutes later, and the soft click of a car door was accompanied by the vehicle starting up with the noise fading into the distance.

That must have been one of the luckiest moments of my life when Delia saw what her husband was doing, as he is one of the nosiest people on earth while she didn’t have a curious bone in her body, and she helped me dodge the bullet on that night because of her nature. It was several months later that I discovered that my assessment of Delia’s nature was so very wrong, but that is a tale for another time...
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Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 11

Postby skybird137 » Fri May 09, 2014 11:47 am

Part 11

It took me another minute or so before I could get my breathing back to a more regular state, owing to the scare that I had received, but I was able to open my eyes once I had calmed down. There was still some distance to go on my travel as I had to reach the corner and shuffle towards the kitchen, plus the matter of getting back on my knees still had to be addressed, as it wasn’t going to be easy with my arms bound together and tied to my body by a crotch rope.

My legs were flailing about as I worked on getting the appropriate leverage which would help me to get back up, and I must have been a comic site as attempt after attempt ended in failure and me back on my side. It must have taken about five minutes for me to make it back to an upright position but my struggles in the process had caused my arms to move about so that the pulls on the crotch rope had placed me in a state of arousal.

Oh great, now it’s starting all over again, but at least I should get inside before I keel over from another orgasm.

As the air had become colder, I thought that it would be better for me to continue on my way and I made shuffle after shuffle which took me further along but also teased the feelings in my loins. The ache in my legs forced me to stop at the corner so that I could rest for a few minutes, and the flame between my thighs had grown by a noticeable amount since I had resumed my journey. Looking to the right, I could see a thin sliver of light at the doorway, and I knew that I would only have one more stop to make before I could be inside and out of the cold.

Each little step took me closer to that light, but it also took me closer to the height of arousal, and at the next rest point I was moaning as I made gentle tugs at my crotch rope which was only halted when I exerted a measure of self-control.

I have to be careful as someone could still be walking past the house, and I don’t want to create an embarrassing event by losing all control as they go by.

I was thankful that it wouldn’t be long before I reached the doorway, but the device rubbing inside me made each movement forward a pleasurable torment as I closed in on my sanctuary. There were only a few steps to make when I started to moan again, but at least I would be able to lean on the door and end up in the kitchen before my libido became even more demanding.

It was such a relief to be able to push on the door so that I would be able to make my way into the house, and as luck would have it, My Mistress walked into the kitchen right at that moment with her going up to the door and locking it shut once I was out of the way.

“What took you so long, BC? It’s twenty to nine at the moment. Did you take the long way round?” She said as she smiled down at me, and she still looked every inch the Mistress in her outfit as she noticed that I was moaning as I pulled at my crotch rope with my wrists. “Well, it seems like my slave has been enjoying herself in the garden.”

“Anyway, as the oven is already preheated, I’m going to cook a pepperoni pizza with some spicy potato wedges for our supper and this should be ready for nine o’clock.”

Another moan escaped from my gagged mouth as I made little gestures with my hands in the hope that my bonds could be changed, but this just caused my captor to give a wicked little smile.

“Supper will be served in the living room, and if any slave wants to eat, then she should make her way there so that she will arrive before the meal.” Mistress took a bag of wedges out of the freezer along with a pizza, took a pair of trays out of the oven and put the pizza and wedges on the trays before they were placed back into the oven. “My slave will remain in her present restraints until after supper, and she should get a move on if she wants to eat tonight.”

You aren’t changing my bonds? You can’t mean for me to go to the living room in my present predicament, as I’ll explode with pleasure before I get there.

Mistress Dee exited the kitchen, and I knew that I could expect no escape from my tormenting bondage, so I just had to head towards the living room and prepare for supper. At least I didn’t have the risk of being discovered in bondage, so remaining cautious when I moved wasn’t a problem. As I started to make my way across the tiled surface, the carpet in the hallway became ever so inviting as it would mean that the last part of my journey would be more comfortable on my suffering knees.

When my knees touched the soft surface in the hallway, I couldn’t help but emit a loud sigh of relief but this was also accompanied by a sigh of pleasure as the shaft of plastic inside my body continued with its relentless teasing of my desire. The softness of the carpet beneath my legs allowed me to move in comfort, but it provided no distraction from the growing flame of lust that resided on my Mound of Venus. As I moved down the hallway which was a short distance that could have been covered without a single stop, I ended up halting several times just so that I could pull on the crotch rope and experience the growing fire inside me. I knew that I would overflow with my need before long, and I had no desire to flail about in order to get back up, so I shuffled sideways to my right so that I could at least lean on the wall when the moment happened. It was only a few more minutes later when I was nearly at the living room doorway that the time came, and so did I...

YES!

I managed to lean over to the right as the orgasm filled me, and I was screaming and convulsing from the ecstatic bliss that coursed through my body as a result of being teased by the dildo. At least I had made the right decision in going to the wall on my right, as it only took a few seconds for me to work myself back into an upright position so that I would be able to enter the living room, and I would have to worry about the caressing of my tunnel. Another minute took me past the right doorframe and I was able to look into the living room and shuffle through open the doorway.

“Oh my, it seems that some lucky lady has been having a wonderful time in the hallway. I’m surprised that half the street didn’t hear you as you shrieked from riding your stick, as you were certainly loud enough to make sure that they would know.” As I looked to my right, I could see my Mistress sitting on the couch.

I don’t know if that was said to make me blush, but if it was the intention it succeeded as I could feeling the burning of my cheeks from the embarrassment that I was feeling as a result of the comment.

“Make your way to the settee and turn to the right so that you are staring at it as you kneel. Once you have done this, I will bring in some juice to drink before I carry in tonight’s supper.”

The clock showed that the time was approaching nine o’clock as I squirmed and shuffled my way towards the sofa, and knowing that I only had one and a half hours to go before I was a free woman again made me look forward to the meal, as it would take around twenty minutes to eat. I made it past a small table to the left of the settee, and a few more steps took me far enough along so that I could turn to the right so that I was facing the item of furniture. Mistress Dee rose from the settee once I was in position, and she left the room to return a few minutes later holding two large glasses filled with orange juice, with a long straw sticking out of one of the glasses. These were placed down on the coffee table before she walked back out, and I was patient as I waited for the food to arrive.

It was about five past nine when my captor returned to the living room as she carried two large plates, one in each hand with the first covered in slices of pizza and the other holding a pile of potato wedges. As soon as I saw and smelt the food, my stomach rumbled and the dribble of saliva out of my mouth became noticeable again, but I would have to wait until my Mistress decided to feed me, because I would not be able to do anything while I was bound and gagged. She put the plates down on the coffee table that was to my left and sat down in front of me, before picking up a slice of pizza and biting a piece off at the and chewing it before swallowing.

“This pizza is delicious BC, you should try some.” Mistress Dee said as she waved the slice right in front of my face, and the rumbling of my stomach must have been quite audible as the aroma went up my nostrils so that it would stimulate even more saliva. “You must want some, as you appear to be very hungry.”

This is so mean of you, Mistress, teasing me with the meal, knowing that I am unable to even take the smallest bite due to my gag-filled mouth.

My captor smiled as she took another bite and chewed it at a slow rate before swallowing and I felt very frustrated as she leaned forward and pushed it against my face. “It’s right in front of you; surely you must want to eat some of it.”

She must have known what she was doing, as I daren’t complain because she could use this as an excuse not to feed me, and I was unable to take any food by myself, so my only choice was to be as pitiful as possible. I looked up at Mistress Dee with the best doe eyes that I could put on, and I made little whimpering noises through my gag as I pushed my face against the food that was before me.

“Oh, my poor pet, you are all muzzled up and unable to eat. If you promise to be a good little doggy, I will take the muzzle off. Are you going to be a good girl?”

That’s what this is about, you want me to become your pet for a little while, and this is what I will have to do to be fed.

It took a few seconds to swallow my pride, but at least it would be better than swallowing nothing, so I used my best pleading expression, whimpered though my gag and nodded my head. The food was put back down on the plate by my captor who reached behind me and unbuckled the straps at the back of my neck, before removing the gag which left a pool of saliva dropping onto my tape-covered arms. A roll of kitchen towel was picked up, and my captor wrapped the gag in a few pieces before using three more to remove the liquid that was on my chin and body.

“You must be a very hungry doggy, as you are drooling all over the place. Now, don’t forget that you must be a good doggy when eating, but you don’t have to beg because you are sitting well already.” She said as she cut a piece off from the slice of pizza and held it just out of reach of my mouth. “Good doggies must ask for their food, go on, ask.”

I was trying to work out what I was supposed to say to Mistress Dee, when I realised what I wasn’t supposed to literally ask and my face must have turned the brightest shade of red when I forced myself to say:

“Woof.”

That’s it, woof. It wasn’t making the sound woof like a dog does, but it was the word woof as pronounced, which I found to be rather embarrassing but at least when I opened my mouth, the morsel of food was placed inside.

“Don’t forget to ask if you want anything more.”

After I had eaten the mouthful of Pizza, I realised that I was thirsty as well, so I looked as the glass of orange juice with the long straw and said “Woof” again so that I could have a sip. The glass was picked up by my captor, who held it so that it was within easy reach of my mouth, and I sipped until my throat felt more comfortable. The glass was placed back on the table, I asked for a potato wedge which was fed to me, and this was the way that I ended up eating until the meal was over at about half past nine.

“You have been a good dog, and you have behaved well throughout the meal. Wait, has someone put something nasty in my poor little doggy?”

My face must have gone red again as I nodded my head and whimpered, because she must be referring to the shaft that had been stick into my body for so long, and I had no way of removing it.

“Hold on, I’ll just get it out of you.”

She untied the knot that bound the end of the cord to my wrists, and took it back from the waist part of the rope in front and through the eyelet so that she could undo the knot behind my back. The rope was coiled up and put to one side, and I was made to learn forward as she gripped the end of the phallus that had teased me so many times since it was inserted into me when we were in the shed. She twisted and pulled in slow movements so that I wouldn’t be hurt in the process and after a few minutes I was free of the shaft which gave me a large feeling of relief. Four kitchen towels were used to wrap it up, and the dildo was put to one side before my Mistress picked up the plates and glasses so that they could be taken out into the kitchen.

While she was gone, I was wondering what she had planned for me, but I found out a few minutes later when she re-appeared back in the living room with a table tennis ball in her right hand. “Okay, good girl, get the ball.” My captor said as she threw the small white ball across the room.

Now I’m a retriever? Is this how I’m supposed to end my captivity, running around after a small ball?

Any delay would probably end up with me getting a smacked bottom, or even worse a tap on the nose with a rolled up newspaper, so I went after the ball as best I could which had become a lot easier since the crotch rope was removed allowing me greater mobility in my arms. When I got to the ball, I was unable to grip it because my hands were still rolled up in tape, so I had to lower my hands so that they went between my legs and leant forward until the ball was in range of my mouth so that I could grip it between my lips. By this time, Mistress Dee had sat down on the couch, so I raised myself back up in order to go there and I thought that the best option once I was at the couch was to just remain in a kneeling position and drop the ball at her feet.

“Good girl, good doggy.” She said, patting me on the head with one hand as she retrieved the ball with the other, and she waited for a few seconds before tossing it across the room which meant that I had to shuffle after it as best I could.

We must have spent about twenty minutes doing this, with me being the faithful hound fetching the ball of her Mistress, but it seemed as if she had grown tired of the game when I approached her for the last time.

“Keep the ball in your mouth, my good girl, as I have something planned for your last little time in captivity.” Mistress Dee said, just as I was about to drop the ball at her feet, so I took the ball inside my mouth and pressed my lips together.

As I waited there, trying to get used to the weird feeling, my captor reached down the side of the sofa and pulled up the roll of tape that had been used to bind me in the shed. Three long strips were torn off the roll and placed over my face so that my lips were sealed together, and the ball was held inside making an effective gag.

“I’m just going to make you nice and secure for the last little part of your captivity.”
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Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 12 End

Postby skybird137 » Mon May 12, 2014 7:14 am

Part 12

It took only a few seconds for my Mistress to kneel behind my back, before pulling a little of the tape away from the roll and forcing my bound arms against the front of my body. The end of the tape was placed half way up my forearm and wound around my arms and waist about four times so that my arms were locked into position against my front, before the end was torn off from the roll. Five more loops of tape were taken around my upper arms and chest which I’m sure were unnecessary, but they were added to me for the sake of appearance rather than to make me more restrained. My knees were brought up to my chest so that I ended up sitting on my bottom with my feet on the floor, and the tape was wound around my body and legs about ten times so that I was forced onto a ball shape.

After Mistress Dee put the tape away, I realised that the only part of my limbs that were able to move were my hands and feet, and my hands were taped into fists so there was nothing I could do to move from the spot.

“I’d better do something to make sure that you don’t fall over accidentally.” She said as she moved around to my left and put her right hand on my left shoulder, which suggested that my fall was going to be deliberate instead.

You can’t mean to push me over, that would mean that I am going to fall to my right and I won’t be able to stop it.

I whimpered and shook my head as Mistress Dee pushed against my shoulder at a very slow rate, as she wanted to take her time in making me fall in order to eke out this torment for as long as possible. The feeling of dread increased as I was forced further and further away from the vertical, and soon I reached the point at which just a little more pressure would cause me to topple onto my side. The final small shove happened which took me past my centre of gravity, and the fall felt as if it was in slow motion at first but I screeched through my nose as I landed on my right side.

I was lifted back up into a sitting position, but this was only done so that my Mistress could put me through the same ordeal for several more times, and although I should have been used to this after my first fall, each routine was just as scary as I was made to topple to the floor. After the sixth time I was staring at the settee while I was on my side, wondering if she was going to tease me by using the same predicament until my time in captivity ran out, when my captor got up and sat on the couch in front of me.

“I think that it’s time that we both have a little rest before you are to be set free.” Mistress Dee said as she leaned back on the settee and placed her feet on my left side.

Now you have objectified me, and I am to serve as your footrest until I am free. There could be a lot of worse ways to end my evening, and this is relatively comfortable, maybe I should just rest for a minute…

I awoke to the feeling of someone running their fingers through my hair, so I opened my eyes and looked up to see Mistress Dee kneeling in front of me as she pulled the tape away from my face, before picking up a pair of kitchen towels.

“Push the ball out of your mouth and I’ll take hold of it.” Mistress Dee said as she held the towels up to my mouth, so I parted my lips and pushed the table tennis out with my tongue, with it dropping onto the towels so that it could be wrapped up.

It was impossible for me to find out what time it was from my position on the floor and my ball-tied state did not allow me to move around, so I said “What time is it?”

“It’s nearly twelve, Iris. You fell asleep as soon as I put my feet on you, and I thought that it would be best that I leave you to rest for a while. I have run a nice hot bath for you as it will help you to relax after the long bondage that you have been though, plus it will help you to get the tape off after I have cut you free.” She said before picking up a pair of trauma shears, putting me on my bottom and cutting through the tape that was wrapped around my legs and body. After I was no longer ball-tied, I was able to get into a kneeling position so that the gap between my thighs and calves would be more accessible, and the tape there was cut by Jodi which freed my legs.

“Could you please stand up, Iris, as it will be easier to cut your arms free. Don’t worry; I will hold you so that you won’t fall down.” My daughter said as she stepped behind me and put her arms around my body as best she could before pulling upward.

I managed to get my feet under me, and I pushed myself up so that I was standing on my own two feet, which seemed unusual as most of my evening had been spent kneeling in a frogtie, but it only took a few minutes to feel steady again. The scissors were first used to cut my bound arms from my body, before the tape over the gaps between my arms were severed and although the work on my hands needed more delicacy, it only took a few minutes to free them and pull the tape away.

“It would be best for you to soak in the bath for a while, Iris, before tying to remove any of the remaining tape. I will bring you a nice hot mug of drinking chocolate as soon as I get changed out of my ‘Mistress’ outfit because it feels inappropriate now.” Jodi said as she walked upstairs to her bedroom, and I followed her up but turned right at the top so that I could enter the bath.

I closed the door before wrapping my hair up in a towel and stepping into the nice hot bath, lowering myself down into a sitting position so that I can stretch out with just my head above the water. The feeling of the water against my body seemed to be so relaxing after the ordeal that I had gone through at the hands of my daughter, plus it would dissolve the glue that caused the tape to adhere to my body so that it would be easier to remove. Every few minutes, I would give a tug on some of the tape around my arms, and it seemed to be a little looser each time that I pulled on the material which indicated that it would come off before long. The problem would be the strips behind my back, as they would be almost impossible to reach, but a solution arrived about ten minutes later in the form of a knock on the door.

“I’ve got a nice hot mug of drinking chocolate for you, Iris. Is it okay that I come in?”

To be honest, I could help but giggle at the comment of my daughter, as I had been her captive since last evening and she had done things to me that I couldn’t have imagined, but she was my normal daughter again.

“Come in.”

The door opened and I ended up laughing as Jodi walked into the bathroom wearing pink pyjamas with little white bunny rabbits over it, looking the complete opposite of the strict Mistress who had inflicted all kinds of torments on me.

“Sorry Jodi, it’s just that you look so different from your previous outfit and I didn’t expect to see you like this. Anyway, I need a favour from you. Is it possible that you could pull the tape away from my back?” I leaned forward with my arms covering my breasts so that they wouldn’t be exposed to my daughter, and I felt a little silly as she had already seen me naked with her tormenting the very areas that I was being modest about.

Jodi put the mug down on a raised area to the side of the bath and she leaned over me so that she could remove the strips of tape that were still stuck to my back. I winced as each piece was pulled away, but it wasn’t as painful as I expected owing to the soaking that they had already received due to my resting in the bath.

“Thanks Jodi. I think that it would have been hard for me to get rid of these without your help.”

“That’s okay, Iris. I’ll be downstairs watching a late movie, but there will be another mug of drinking chocolate ready for you in the kitchen.” My daughter left the bathroom, closing the door behind her and I wondered if we were both being a bit over modest after the events of the past day and evening.

I picked up the hot mug in my hands and sipped at the aromatic and delicious drink as I waited for the hot water to finish dissolving the glue that bound the tape to my body. Once my drink was finished, the material was loosened enough for me to tug it off with the minimum of pain and soon I was free of the remainder of my bindings which were put into a pile at the side of the bath. After I had ensured that very little of the residue was stuck to my skin, I got out of the bath and dried myself off with a towel that I wrapped around myself, before putting the discarded strips in a waste container.

Once the bath was drained with the sides rinsed down, I went to my bedroom and looked through the wardrobe for something to wear downstairs before I go to bed, so I picked out a satin crimson ankle length dressing gown. The bath towel was folded up and put to one side along with the towel that had covered my hair, and I put on the gown before tying it into place with the sash. I could hear the sound of the late night movie in the living room as I made my way down the stairs and entered the kitchen, and I switched on the kettle so that the water would boil before pouring it into the mug with drinking chocolate. After the drink had been stirred, it was time to join my daughter in the living room.

“What film are they showing tonight, Jodi?” I said as I walked into the living room and sat down on the settee to her left.

“It’s just some low budget science fiction movie. Anyway, how has today been for you today, Iris?”

As I sipped my drink, I complemented Jodi on just how effective a mistress she had been as she drove me to extreme submissiveness during the games that she played on me, and I explained in detail how it felt when she teased and tormented me while I was bound and gagged. As my daughter wasn’t in the garden when I had to make my way back to the house, I explained what happened and the details of my predicament in the garden brought a frown to the face of my daughter, but I managed to convince her that no harm had been done, so everything was okay.

“It sounds as if you enjoyed what I did to you, Iris. I’d be tearing myself up inside if you had suffered as a result of what I had done. Now, how was Friday night?”

In explaining to Jodi what had happened on the Saturday, what happened on Friday had been put to one side in my mind, and the problem was that I was unable to lie to her. It was okay to describe the first part, as that had happened before I was gagged, but after that I described what I had to go through in suffering the breaking of a major social taboo. As the events of the evening were described to Jodi, the look on her face turned from shock to horror, and she put her arms across her stomach which was the first sign of the guilt that was building up inside her. Once I had finished describing the evening, she bent over and said:

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I have to be punished for what I have done.” I tried to stroke her hair, but she flinched away from me. “I don’t deserve to be touched by you, Iris. I have betrayed you completely.”

It was at this moment that I knew that my daughter was in serious trouble so I had to explain that it wasn’t her fault.

“Jodi dear, it wasn’t your fault that you acted out those fantasies for me.” I said in an attempt to reassure her “The mistake was clearly mine, for not locking the computer when I left on that Saturday, and I should have been more responsible.”

“Iris, whether or not you locked the laptop is irrelevant as I do not have the right to be nosy concerning someone else’s data. When I looked at your stories I was wrong, and what I did was unforgivable.”

The behaviour of my Jodi worried me, as her reaction was far greater than any previous one, and it may take just as much work to get her back, which might require me to perform actions that I would consider to be heartrending.

“Hey, there was a talk that I was planning to have with you after your sixteenth birthday, but I decided to delay it until April. If I had given you this talk, then Friday night’s events would not have happened, so everything that transpired was not your fault.” I said, hoping that this could bring an end to her pain.

“That might be true if I was thirteen, but I’m a sixteen year old young woman who is expected to make sensible decisions. I went beyond what any reasonable adult would have done in my behaviour towards you, and what I did to you was terrible.”

“Jodi, I’m okay now, remember, it was my decision to remain as your captive, as I could have fooled you into freeing me at any time, plus I am okay so no harm has been done.”

Jodi looked up at me and I could see that my words were not having any effect at all, as she was on the verge of crying. “Iris, you can no more fool me than you can fly to the moon. The only way that you can lie to me is when you played one of the roles you used to perform in amateur dramatics before dad died, and immerse yourself in the persona. You even find it hard to be cruel to me when I’ve needed to be punished before. I kidnapped you after tricking you into a promise. I’ve assaulted you, imprisoned you, gone so far as to torture you and forced you to break one of your sacred taboos. Harm has been done to you, even though you feel that you are all right now. The worse thing is that even you can’t be cruel enough in nature to provide the punishment that is necessary.”

The attitude of my daughter was more shocking than ever before, but something she had said provided a glimmer of hope, as Iris cannot proved a strict enough punishment, and if that was the case, I would have to forget being Iris until Jodi was able to recover from her guilt. My amateur performances were said to be superb because I was able to bury myself in the role, so I will become other people if it meant helping my daughter.

“Jodi, very soon I am going to start your punishment and it will continue until you are freed from guilt. To help you, I am going to have to do some very unpleasant things and I think that I would be able to cope better if you forgive me right now.”

“Iris, I forgive you for whatever you are about to do, but you are too kind and good and honest to do what needs to be done this time.”

I took her hands in mine and said “Stand up and follow me, do not speak.” my daughter was led out of the living room and up to her bedroom, where she was made to stand in front of the bottom of her bed. I found the two pairs of punishment handcuffs and the accompanying scarf in the top drawer of her clothes cabinet, and I walked up behind her before saying “Open your mouth wide.” Jodi did so and I took the scarf between her teeth and tied the ends together at the back of her head before walking around to her front. I unlocked the cuffs before pulling her hands between the bars of the brass bed, so that I would be able to handcuff her after I asked one more question.

“Are you prepared to be punished? Please note that during your punishment, Iris will no longer exist. She will not be there to provide you with any support, or give you any love until after this is over. If you accept, nod your head.”

Jodi nodded her head, and it hurt me inside as I placed the cuffs around her wrists locking them into place so that she was a prisoner that was going to suffer severe punishment for her offences.

“Goodbye Jodi. I will see you once your punishment is over.”

I felt as if my heart was going to break as I started to walk out of the room, as I would have to be people who I wouldn’t even want to meet in real life. Nothing was too much for me to get my daughter back, and although she had already forgiven me, this may not be the most important issue.

Will I ever be able to forgive myself because of this?



The End of ‘A New Day’

The story will continue in Jodi’s punishment.
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Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 12 End

Postby Plueschbabycd » Mon May 12, 2014 8:00 am

Hallo, very good ending I have thought the singe necessary documents at the solicitor before punishment but after would perhaps better because than both know the are independent persons how play with other. :)
Andrew
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Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 12 End

Postby skybird137 » Mon May 12, 2014 8:19 am

I'm glad that you have enjoyed this part of the story, Andrew.

Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 12 End

Postby Plueschbabycd » Mon May 12, 2014 11:47 pm

yes was very intensive and I think have not that switches there had in my mind or have not found it till now. :) One other hand I was till now possible never in Subspace or recognition not as such. :)
Andrew
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Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 12 End

Postby jennybond » Wed May 14, 2014 1:52 pm

Loved it
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

Re: Iris and Jodi – A New Day Part 12 End

Postby skybird137 » Wed May 14, 2014 4:16 pm

Thank Jenny, it's nice to know that the story was appreciated. The next tale is going to be different than the previous two, and things may get a little bit rougher than usual.