Postby bandit666 » Sat Jul 22, 2017 12:11 pm
Part 3
No-one would have needed to tell Claire what she'd done. Not even as she slowly clicked those cuffs tightly around her wrists. She knew all to well there was no going back. She had already allowed herself to be tormented. To be tortured. To be kept wanting. By the bullet she'd slipped inside her. She had already plunged it ever deeper inside herself with the crotchrope. A crotch rope she'd decided had been pulled way to tight. She had already humiliated herself by pushing her worn panties in her mouth. But boy was she pleased she had. For she knew her moans were loud. She had already shackled herself in a nice strict hogtie. A hogtie that just increased the crotchropes effect. She had already pulled a stocking over her head. The soft nylon proving to be oh so tight and restrictive. And she had already plunged her world into darkness.
Claire knew all to well that she had committed herself. That long gone was any chance of escape. That she would never gain her freedom without help. And that it had long past the stage where she could back out. The whole situation was coursing the sexy blondes mind to swirl. Coursing her emotions to ran wild. For one minute she was in a blind panic. A minute later she was in exstacy. Then back to a panic. Before being full of lust and desperation. She was literally being pushed to her limits with every passing second. She was strangley content like never before. She was under more tension than ever before.
All of which might explain why she'd soon lost track of time. As between every twitch. Between every gasp. Between every breathe. Claire's mind would switch so uncontrollably. It would tell her it had been minutes. Then it would say it had been hours. But her body was no kinder to the helpless blonde. For her stomach felt like it was full of butterflies. Her breasts were so firm. Her nipples were so hard. Her pussy, clit and sweet spot ached and longed for relief. She knew she had to cum. And yet all she could do was lie there and hope. Hope the man she surrendered all control to would arrive soon.
Her nerves were constantly on edge. Everything was proving to be a battle. Sometimes it was her mind battling against itself. Sometimes it would be her body and mind battling each other. On and on the torment went. On and on the fight went. As impossible as it was Claire fought so hard to control her movements and actions. Trying to gain so much as a little relief. As impossible as it was she fought to control her gasps. Her moans. Her screams. Staining to hear the front door open and close. But it was all to no avail. As the slightest sound sent her mind into a whirl. The slightest sound made her pulse race. The slightest sound made her heart pound.
Never before had that sexy milf experienced bondage. Never before had her movements been so restricted. Never before had her ability to speak and express herself been removed. Never before had she been unable to see her surroundings. Never before had her mind been so confused. Never before had her body been left feeling so used. Never before has she been robbed of her sexual control. But was this was what being someone's submissive. Someone's slave. Someones bondage toy would mean.
Did it mean she'd spend hours being sexually teased, tormented, tortured. Did it mean she'd loose her freedom to strict restricting bondage. Did it mean she'd never have a say as to when and where it happened. And if it did could she cope with that. For it was true despite how confused and battered her mind was Claire loved it. She loved the way the metal of her cuffs and shackles held her tight. Loved how they rattled and clinked as she moved. Loved how the sensual lycra of the way to small swimsuit felt against her skin and rock hard nipples. Loved how that tight crotchrope force the sensual lycra against her clit. Loved how the bullet constantly tortured her longing pussy. A pussy that was soaked with the juices only prolonged foreplay could produce.
Claire couldn't deny just how much she was loving her captivity. How amazing the tight Lycra felt against her tingling body. How the hard steel of the cuffs and shackles pinched her soft skin. How the panties she had worn felt in her mouth. How the nylon of the stocking tickled her skin as she breathed. How the strong tape pulled against her head. How the rope between her legs worked against her clit with even the slightest move. And most of all how the slowly vibrating bullet tortured her sweet spot.
In fact it was with such thoughts and confusion within her mind and body that she missed the unmistakeable sound of her front door being opened and close. Missed the sound of heavy male footsteps on her staircase. And even missed the creaking of her bedroom door as it opened. She had been left so excited. So entrapped in her own world. So enthralled by the emotions she felt. So entrapped by her pleasure. That she missed everything she been waiting to hear. She had no idea her tormentor. Her master. Her capture had arrived.
But that changed slowly. Almost as slowly as the bullet buried inside her wet longing pussy increased its speed. So battered and confused was Claires mind that at first she believed in was all in her imagination. For not a word had been spoken. Not a hand laid upon her helpless body. Yet sure enough the vibrations were gently increasing against her sweet spot. Just like sure enough she was mmmppphhhing. Just like sure enough she was fanatically searching for the acknowledgement that her master had arrived.
It didn't come however. For instead her body and mind took over. And oh boy did she start to tremble. Did she start to shudder. Did she start to struggle while the was bullet doing its worst. Boy did she start to gasp. Did she start to moan. Did she start to scream. Her own panties doing little to muffle her sounds. Boy did her mind zone out. Did it submit to her torment. Submit to the needs of her body. Long gone was all sense of self control.
Gone was any sense of embarrassment at her prediciment. Gone was any feeling of fear. Any feeling of nervousness. Any feeling of uncertainty. Her mind had surrendered to the needs of her body. All self of self control gone along with it. Claire could feel herself humping the bed. Could feel herself pulling frantically on her restraints. Could hear herself moaning and screaming. But she simply couldn't stop herself. She was desperate.
So desperate in fact she could even hear herself trying to beg through her gag. Beg for the man she had called master to speak. To touch. To tell her it was all ok. To tell her the time had arrive. To tell her she was a dirty, slutty, slave. To tell her she was a whore that needed to be punished. Anything her mind had gone completely. For that to was screaming. Screaming for pity. For mercy. For pleasure. All she wish was he could hear her thoughts. Hear what she was going through. If only he could hear it's words.....
"You god yes, yes that's it. That's it. I want it. I need it. I deserve it. Oh please youve tormented me for so long. You've controlled me for hours. You've made me yours for eternity. You've become the man I will call master. Speak to me. Touch me. Do with me as you wish. Im your dirty girl. Im your slutty slave.......Oh god. Oh god. Yes yes. I'm your cum longing whore. I'm a, I'm a, I'm a slut make me cum....yessssssssssssss. Yesssssssss. That's it. That's it. Pleased, please just a few more seconds I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Don't let it stop. Don't let it stop. Oh, oh, oh, oh yeeesssssssssss. I'm a slut. I'm a tart. I'm a little whore. Make me cum. Let me cum."
Yet even through her battered mind. Even as she was screaming both mentally and physically. Even as she was tha shiny around. Even as she was acting like a sex crazed lunatic. Claire should have known better. Should have known it wouldn't be that quick. Should have known it wouldn't be so easy. Should have know it would be so simple. Should have known it wouldn't be over so soon. Should have know the man who had insured she'd spent hours being sexually tormented. Sexually stimulated. Sexually tortured would allow her such release.
So it really shouldn't have been such a shock. Such a frustration. Such a she torture when the bullet slowed down. Down to the slow torture of before. Slowed down as she petered on the edge of satisfaction. Left her only seconds from collapsing into the abyss of pleasure. Left her suffering from the needs within her. Left her mind in a swirl. She'd been so close and yet so far. Her body and mind had screamed like never before. Her mind had given in. Called her names she'd never thought of before. Names she liked when used like this. She needed an explanation. She needed to be told what she was. Needed to hear her master speak. And speak he did.
"Wow want that the show. And weren't you so very loud. It appears I have met your dreams and fantasies. Or maybe even surpassed them all. Now aren't you pleased to know I have finally arrived. That in fact your master has arrived. Aren't you pleased to have me take full control over your body, and mind. Arent you pleased to know in time i will allow you the release you want. Allow you the gratification you so clearly long for. Allow you to cum like never before. Im sure you are.
But you know you have been oh so naughty. Been oh so bad. You want to be my slutty slave. You want to be my dirty girl. And Id say from what I have just seen you want to even be my presious little whore. Well fear not you will in time. Yet first you must be punished. Must feel my wickedness. Feel my domination. Feel my control"
They were indeed the words Claire had wanted to hear. His voice was indeed the only one she'd longed for. His actions were indeed the only ones she'd craved for many an hour. And yet Claire honestly barely heard a thing. Her mind simply wasn't focused on anything other than relieving the torment in her pussy. She was long gone. She was still trying to hump the bed. She was still frantically pulling on her restraints. The sounds of her moans and screams. The sounds of her cuffs and shackles. Serving to drowning out almost every other sound.
The sexual torture she was feeling literally driving her body wild. The sexual torture within her simply driving her mind to breaking point. She was desperate to gain relief. She was bursting to cum. She was weak in her will to resist her carnal lust. She was in fact unable to control herself. Or at least that's how it all felt until he touched her helpless body. Until he laid his strong yet gentle hand on her bare toned legs. Until he stroked them tenderly. Until he caressed and squeezed her pert, firm lycra clad arse.
For despite her torment. Despite the screaming in her mind. Despite the burning in her pussy. The sexy 42 year old had to admit there was something soothing about his touch. Something reassuring. Something that told her all would be good. Something she'd never experienced before. If only it had been a feeling her ex husband had provided then they might have remained married. As it was a touch that told her she was wanted. That she was longed for. That she was listed after. That she was safe. And most importantly of all that she was in for the time of her life.
Claire couldn't explain how such a simple action told her so much. How it controlled and settled her. How it relaxed her body. How it freed her mind of all her panic. All her fears. All her doubt. But it did. She still felt the burning within her pussy. Still felt the torture of being so need to pleasure. Still felt her battered mind swirling. And yet as his gentle controlling touch continued it was as if one chapter of her life was ending. While a new one was opening. It was as if she had finally found the tranquilly she craved.
His was a touch so caring and gentle that she physically felt herself settle down despite the yearning in her pussy. Despite the torture of hanging on the edge. She had never experienced anything like it before. No-one had kept her in such a state of pure nervous suspense before. Claire knew that she may well have had a pretty active sexy life before but this supassed everytime she'd experienced. It had supassed even her wildest of dreams. It had toppled her most detailed fantasies. He had indeed supassed them all. Bettered anything she thought possible. Had shown her what being a sub would mean. And she loved it.
Her mind entered a whole new era. An era where only her master could control her. An era where she would be nothing without his domination. An era where she would long to be with him. The screams of the oh so recent past had turned into faint moans of pleasure at his touch. Her frantic struggles had turned to gently almost invisible movements. Her head seemed so light. Her mind was shutting down. Her body was becoming limp. But Claire couldn't stop it. Everything seemed so magical. Everything seemed so wonderful.
Claire was finding herself so amazed by the gentleness of his touch. So amazed by the tenderness of his caress. And yet even that was filling her mind with a whole new form of confusion. She didn't want it to stop. Yet she did. She wanted to cum so desperately. Yet she didnt. She wanted to collapse into his arms. Yet again she didn't. She couldn't understand how someone that had placed her in such a strict form of restraint could be so kind. How someone so dominate could be so caring. How someone so dominate could show such tenderness. Such kindness. Such love. But he was.
She was in such a state and she knew it. She was calm yet tense. She was confused yet at peace. She was longing yet patient. She was relaxed yet jumpy. The feeling of his breath against her neck and ear was teasing yet puzzling. The feeling against her neck and ear was exciting yet tormenting. It made her realise something else was to come. It made her tingle. It made her wanting. It made her desperate to hear his voice once more. And hear it she would. Just as she would hang on every word. As she understand why she acted as she did. Understand what it was she wanted. How she wanted her life to progress. How she wanted to become his. For his words were quite and soothing. Were dominating and controlling. Were sweet and caring. Were dirty and delightful.
"So my wonderfully sexy lady you have finally discovered what it means to surrender your body and mind to me. You have seen just some of what being my slutty slave would mean. You have learnt how your every sexual desire would be controlled. Have felt how from now on that only I will have the right to make you cum. How only I will have the right to control your own body.
I know it has been a long awaited journey you have made. I know you have dreamed of this day for so long. I know you have fantasied about submitting to someone like me. Just like I know you have seen how large parts of your day will revolve around pleasing me. How whenever I wish it you will be restrained. Will be silenced. Will be sexually controlled. How I will even control what you wear. But know this. Understand this. Accept this. I will care for you fully. I will respect you. I will ensure your safety. Nothing we do will effect your business. Everything we do will be done in private. Or done in secret.
Mind that doesn't mean I won't expect you to take a few risks. Doesn't mean I won't expect you to show how sexy you are. Won't expect you to please me. So tell me. Show me by your actions are you ready to submit to me fully. Are you ready to accept what I have told you. Are you ready to surrender yourself to me. Are you ready to become my bondage bitch. My slutty slave. My dirty girl. My willing whore.
That's right I know what you want to hear. What you want to be called. What your own mind is saying to you. I have shown you what you wanted. I have provided you with the domination you needed. I have provided the torment you lusted after. Is it still what you want. Is it want you hoped it would be. Is it the way you want to be."
Unlike before. This time Claire heard every word. Hung on every sentence. Listened intently to what he had to say. Absorbed what was meant. There certainly was something so special about his gentle touch. His soft caress. His tender stroking. Something that both soothed and relaxed her. Despite the sexual torment that coursed through her body. Something that comforted and controlled her. Despite the confusion in her mind. Yet it was his words. His voice. His tone that had the best effect. It was hearing him tell her how sexy she was. It was hearing him use words like slut, bitch, whore that made her stomach churn. It was hearing him say he wanted her to submit to him. To become his slave. To become his toy. To be come his bondage bitch. His slutty slave. His willing whore.
Well her mind may well have been left battered and confused by the hours of torment. She might have been lying sexually frustrated and tortured. But even as he spoke Claire found herself nodding slowly. Agreeing with everything he said. Agreeing that she wanted nothing more than to feel his control. To feel his domination. To feel his gentle touch against her tingling sensitive skin. To feel his teasing and torment.
It was true. Everything he whispered quietly in her ear was what she wanted to hear. What she wanted to experience. What she had been left longing for. He had indeed taken control of her so gently yet strictly. He had dominated her so tenderly yet forcefully. It had been god knows how many hours since it all started. But even as the mists fell within her clouded mind they were hours she had want. Hours she had longed for. Hours she had been craving for oh so long. She need to climax so much. She needed to open the floodgates and cum long and hard.
The need for release had become to much to bare. She'd literally hung in torment for to long. He had brought her to the edge delight only to refuse her. He'd talked dirty to her. She'd been told she was slutty. Been told she was dirty. Been told she was a whore. Words she had hated and found repulsive. Until thta was she discovered the effect they had upon her. They were the exact words she wanted to hear. Exactly the words that drove her wild. But still. Even as she nodded while he spoke did she want to be his slave. Did she want to give herself to the man responsible for her torment. Her torture. Her stimulation. Not just this once but always. Did she want him to control her sexual stimulation and play. Did she want him to leave her in such a state of helplessness on a regular basis. Did she want him controlling her life.
It certainly had become impossible for Claire to deny the feelings his domination had created within her. To deny how she had loved every minute so far. How it had felt slightly humiliating. Had felt strange. Had felt naughty. As she sent compromising photo after photo just to prove her obediance. How those feeling had left her nerves on edge. How it had arroused her like nothing she'd experienced before. Yet even that had only just been a start. For she had rendered herself helpless. Rendered herself powerless to resist. She had placed herself at risk. But it strangley felt right.
Her every action had strangely removed not only her control and freedom. But had also removed all the worries and stress from her body and mind. Had left her feeling and living what was her darkest, deepest fantasy. But was it a fantasy that she wanted to continue. Was it a fantasy that lived up to her imagination. Was he the man to do so. So far the answer was yes. The answer in her clouded mind was don't ever stop. The answer was simply don't give me the choice. The answer was please just do it.
Unable to do much else what else was there for Claire to do but gently nod her agreement. To show him she wanted what was happening. Wanted to be his little mix. Want to his dirty girl. Wanted to be his slutty slave. Wanted to be his willing whore. That she wanted to be all those things and more. Her decision had indeed been made. And yet whether it had been made or not she didn't want to be rushed. Didn't want things to go to fast. Didn't want their new found relationship to become intimate to soon. Yet she couldn't tell him that. She had in fact gagged herself to well. Had restrained herself to strictly. She was powerless.
But just like so many times before the man she would call master. The man she allow to control her. The man she was about to surrender her freedom to proved he knew her thoughts. Knew her feelings. Knew her concerns. Knew her reservations. For he whispered quietly once more. Told her he understood. Told her how affectionate he could be. Told her how special she was.
"Well my gorgeous girl. My naughty nymph. My sexy sub. I can't tell you just how wonderful it is to see you agree to become my slutty slave. To agree to become mine. To agree to belong to me. To accept my control. My domination. My every command. But know this now. You have accepted a new life style. A life style that is not just when the mood takes you. A life style that will begin as of now. You will live it 24 hours a day. You will live it 7 days a week. You will submit to me morning, noon and night. No longer will you have the freedom to choose what you wear. No longer have the freedom to choose when you feel sexual pleasure. No longer have the freedom to choose how and when you're restrained and silenced.
And yet even as I tell you all this I can sense the confusion in your mind. I can sense the tingling in your nerves. I can sense your uncertainty. So please listen carefully to what I am about to tell you. Please one final time nod if you accept my words. Accept what I will expect of you. For while you will submit to me. While I will caress, touch and quite possibly spank you whenever I wish. While I will either order you to restrain yourself. Or restrain you myself whenever I wish. While I will control your sexual torment, sexual pleasure, sexuality as I wish. While I will dominate you as I wish. While I will expect your total obedience. And punish you whenever I feel you have failed me.
There some limits to what you will recieve. What I will do. What I will expect. For I will never push you to hard. Or to fast. With my orders. Your submission to me will happen at a pace we're both happy with. While we may become sexually intimate it will be when only we both feel ready. While you will be punished for any misbehaviour and you may feel the discomfort of being spanked. May feel the humiliation of being bent over my knee. You won't suffer any lasting pain. You won't be physically harmed in anyway. You wont be humiliated in front of you family and friends. Your clients or helpers. You may feel some embarrassment over what I have you do. But it will never efrect your standing within your social group. I wont expect you to stop being an independent lady. I won't expect you to stop thinking and acting for yourself when not with me.
But in return you will accept me as your master and all that means. You will fully surrender yourself to me. You will dress as I wish morning, noon and night. You will accept the way I lock all your clothes away leaving you only what I choose. You will let me see your obedience 24 hours a day. You will send a photo when I demand one. You will do whatever I tell you I want to see. You will restrain yourself as I wish. And understand that could be for a few hours. Or a full day. Your every second, every minute, every hour, every day will be about pleasing me. Your every second, every minute, every hour, every day will be about my control. And you will always acknowledge me as your master. Always call me master, or accept your punishment for failure. You will always accept what it means to be my sexy slutty slave. So again tell me do you understand and accept that."
Despite the battering of her mind. Despite the intense torment of her body. Despite the torture in her pussy. Claire had heard every word. Had absorbed just what he'd said. What he'd told her just like before. She had strangely blushed at his words of flattery. Had strangely felt like a teenager once more when she heard how he found her beautiful, gorgeous and sexy. Heard how he found her wonderful and naughty. She had loved to hear his kind and soft voice. Had loved the way he spoke so gently while being so dominate. The way he was tender while making her know what she would be expected to do.
Claire had already starting calling him master. Had already entered his world of submission. Had already felt so much confusion. So much torment. She couldn't explain even to herself just what she was feeling. Couldn't explain why she wanted it all so much. Couldn't explain why after so many years of independence she wanted to surrender it all. But she did. She loved it all. To hear herself being called dirty, naughty, slutty and even a whore meant more than she ever thought possible. To hear him say she was sexy, hot, gorgeous, beautiful and more made her heart skip a beat. Made her pulse race.
But the final few sentences. The final part of his comments were what sealed her decision. What really sealed her fate. To hear him say how any true intimacy would come only when the time was right. To hear how she'd not be humiliated in public or with clients. Hear how she wouldn't feel pain or come to any harm. Hear how she could still be an independent woman in many ways. Would be able to make certain choices for herself still. Would be able to continue thinking for herself that made Claire nod so frantically. Made Claire moan her acceptance. Made Claire feel the bullets intensity increase once more. Made Claire hear a few final words from the man she wanted.
"Very well my sexy slut. My wonderful whore. My naughty minx. My dirty girl. Then from now on I am your only master. I am the man who chooses what you wear to please me. I am the man who decides if and when you are sexually pleasured. I am the man who owns you body, mind and soul. Now lay back moan, gasp and scream. Lay back a feel the sexual pleasure you have waited for. Waited 3 and a half hours for. Let yourself cum. Cum long. Cum hard. Cum often.
For now your submission can truly begin. Now you can feel the freedom your surrender can give you. Now you can begin to understand what being my slave ready means. Now you can begin to enter a whole new chapter in your life."
Naturally, as the bullet sped up Claire hadn't needed to be told what to do. Hadn't needed to be told how to react. Hadn't needed to know what would follow. For she was already moaning, gasping and screaming loudly. She was already frantically thrusting her roped up crotch into her bed. She was already grinding her pussy deeply into the bed. She was already pulling and twisting on her cuffs and shackles. She was already desperate to climax this time. She wanted to make sure her master didn't stop her again. She needed it so much. It had become the only thing remaining in her tortured, happy, content mind. All she needed was the satisfaction. The release. The relief. The long awaited climax would give her.
Never before had Claire experience what she was going through. Sex had always been a case of Wham, Bam, and Thank You Mam. It had never had the foreplay she longed for. Never had it seen her been stimulated the way she lusted after. Never before had it been so incredible. So wonderfully wicked. So delightful. She knew all to well that even if her mind hadn't been so battered. So confused. So tormented she could never have expected so much.
Yet that was nothing compared to what was to follow. For she had no experience to fall back upon. She really could never have exected the way every inch of her body would start to tingling. Never expect all her nerve endings to spasm. Could never have expected she would begin to shake and shudder uncontrollably. As the wave of orgasm approached. It was something she'd never believed possible. It was something she had heard about. Had read about. Had dismissed as just a fantasy. Just a lie spun by this echo wished to make it sound better than it was.
But Claire could feel it now. Could feel her climax approach. It was traveling through her body and mind like an out of control steam train. She'd become lost in a world of exstacy. Yes at first her body had tingled. Then it had shook wildly. But finally just as she'd heard and read it went tense. She realised her body could take it no more and she orgasmed like never before. To say the least it was explosive. To say the least it was shocking. To say the least is was violent in its effects.
To Claires, incredibly stimulated. Incredibly tortured. Incredibly battered mind it had begun deep inside her body. Had slowly spread outward. Had slowly reached her wet wanting pussy. It had swept through her like a tidal wave. It had robbed her of all control. It had robbed her of any remaining doubts. It had robbed her of any insecurities. Never before had the sexy 42 year old felt such sexual satisfaction. Never before had she screamed so loud. Never before had she felt anything like what was happening. She was as the saying goes, "in seventh heaven."
And yet when her climax arrived. When the pleasure of orgasm hit her. Claire wasn't prepared enough. As it simply didn't seem to stop. It did indeed hit her sexy body and mind like a steam train. But it literally didn't stop there. For within seconds of the first another climax swept through her aching body. A second climax that was followed by a third. Then a fourth. And even a fifth. Not so much as break. As a rest. As a heart beat between.
Her mind collapsed. Her mind flickered. Her mind clouded over. It had been wonderful. It had been incredible. It had been magnificant. It had been too much. She was experiencing something unbelievible. She felt like she'd entered some sort of sub space. Her body was floating on air. Her body was limp yet feather weight. It felt like there was nothing surrounding her anymore. That the rope and cuffs had simply evaporated. That the gag no longer silenced her. That the stocking hood no longer stifled her breathing. That the tape no loner cut out the light. That she was gone. The person she had been was gone. Her strength, her self control. Everything was gone.
Claire could not tell how long she had been out of it. How long she'd been left weakened. How long her mind had shut down. But finally as she regained some realisation of the events that had just occurred she discovered things had changed. She was no longer restrained. No longer gagged. No longer hooded and blindfolded. But neither was her pussy being tortured so delightfully by her bullet. Neither was she dressed. She was laid out gently on her bed as naked as the day she was born.
But she wasn't alone. As there sat beside her on the bed was the man who had given her such pleasure. Such torment. Such satisfaction. He was smiling cheerfully. He was calm and relaxed. He was indeed her master. She was indeed ready to submit to him. But not just the once. Not just when the mood might take her. But always. From then on she would be his.
Well there we have it the final part of Claires journey into submission. I really hope you have all enjoyed the read. And as always please tell me if you have. Please leave your comments. And most of all please tell me if you'd like to hear more. Would like a follow up story tell you about Claires further adventures.......
As always Bandit666