Rope, rubber and torture (F/M)

[melancholica]

You can find my earlier entries on this site.
As I write, this happened to me last night.

She comes for me when I’m in the kitchen and just finishing the washing up. As the door opens, I turn from the sink and she’s there – holding a black leather dog collar with a chain leash attached. She smiles sweetly and says “Walkies!”
I stand silently while she buckles the collar tightly around my neck.
“Good boy” she says and then tugs sharply on the leash, dragging me out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

She marches me up the stairs – pulling tightly on my leash all the way into our bedroom, there is a small pile of black clothing, rope and rubber laid out on the bed that she has prepared before going down to fetch me.
She forces me to strip, leaving me wearing nothing but my leather collar and leash and orders me to put my hands behind my back.
I realise that this will be a harsh tie when she loops the rope around my wrists, then between my wrists and then pulls very sharply down – the rope tightens and bites into my wrists as she knots it out of reach of my fingers. Now she pulls down on my leash – forcing me to my knees – “Down boy – who’s a good boy?” she says and laughs – then she ties my ankles in the same manner and severity as she has my wrists. I start to complain about the tightness of the rope and she slaps me across the face saying “Sshh! That’s a good doggie!”

Reaching over to the small pile on the bed she picks up just one pink rubber washing up glove, pulls it on to her right hand and then takes down her jeans and panties. Slowly and deliberately, she begins to rub her gloved palm and then the back of the glove onto her pussy, it’s a hypnotic, purely pornographic display – and all for me.
Removing the rubber glove after a couple of minutes, she then reaches behind me to the dressing table and shows me what she’s picked up – it’s a pair of sharp looking scissors.

“Should I neuter you doggie?” she says and snips the scissors dangerously close to my erect cock and laughs at my attempt to scramble away from the blades while bound hand and foot.

Taking the scissors, she cuts a slit into the middle fingertip of the rubber glove that she’d rubbed all over her pussy a minute ago and reaches over for a black stocking from the bed – then she threads the stocking through the cuff of the glove and out through the slit she’s just made. Holding the stocking ends in both hands with the rubber glove impaled through them she says
“open wide boy”
and gags me with the glove, wrapping the stocking around the back of my head and then back around to my mouth, she knots it tightly, forcing the rubber deeply between my lips and teeth. It’s a very tight and efficient gag and tastes like rubber and vagina.

Pulling on my collar and leash, she forces me to lie face down on the floor “Down boy – Lie down boy – Good doggie” she laughs again when I land on the floor with a bump and then ties a length of rope between my wrists and ankles – pulling my feet up to almost touch my hands, she leaves no slack and I’m entirely helpless in an excruciatingly tight hogtie. Face down into the carpet and gagged too tightly to do anything but drool and mumble in protest. As a last touch to my helplessness, she blindfolds me with a black contoured sleep mask then leans down to my ear.
“Didn’t I tell you that things would get worse? You WON’T disobey me again, boy”.
She steps over my tightly bound body and leaves the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

I have no idea how long I’ve been tied up for, it’s been too long though – I know that I’m not sure whether to feel ecstatic or worried about my predicament now. The ropes are digging tightly into my wrists and ankles – my shoulders are really hurting and the small of my back is burning, I’m drooling because the gag is forcing my mouth to remain open and I’m face down in a pool of saliva on the bedroom carpet.

I can taste nothing but rubber and my wife’s pussy.

In an attempt to ease the pain I manage to turn on to my side, my left hand has now begun to go numb and I can feel pins and needles in my fingertips –after what feels like hours, I have to do something that I’ve never attempted to do whenever she has tied me up. It feels like a betrayal – but this is intolerable.
I attempt to get free.

I writhe around the bedroom floor for a good while, grunting into my gag and trying to push it from between my teeth, trying to shake off my blindfold and struggling uselessly against those unyielding ropes.
After who knows how long, I end up propped up on my right elbow, head resting against the leg of the dressing table, panting through my gag and still blindfolded and tied up as tightly as when I’d started to struggle.
(As I write this last line I've realised that you are going to take away the use of my elbows next time, aren’t you love?)
I’ve read so many stories about inescapable bondage and I’ve always thought “I could get free” – no, you can’t – and let me tell you – inescapable bondage really hurts.
I’m relaxing into almost a meditation state, accepting just how well I’ve been tied up and trying to accept the pain of my bonds.
My once proudly erect penis lies flaccid against my leg and I’m soaking in sweat – but when I finally hear her coming up the stairs – I’m instantly HARD.

“Oh Sweetheart – look at your poor little red, sweaty face – have you been having fun without me?” she says “Do you want me to let you go now?” – I shake my head.
“Good because I wasn’t going to anyway – you’re just in the right place – KEEP STILL”.

Taking the lead still attached to my dog collar, she wraps it around the leg of the table that I’m leaned against, securing my neck in place so that I can’t change position without starting to choke myself.
She unties the knot in the stocking that’s pushing the rubber glove into my mouth – I’m relieved because I’ve genuinely begun to hate it – then, she pulls the stockings ends really tightly and ties them around around the same dressing table leg that my collar is tied to and re-knots them into my mouth – pushing that wet rubber further between my lips.
I can’t decide if my wrists or the sides of my mouth are hurting more now.
“I won’t have you barking doggie” she says and strokes my cheek tenderly with one hand while pinching my nipple really tightly with the other.

Blindfolded, I can still tell that’s she’s undressing and then donning the clothing that she’d placed on the bed earlier – I can even tell when she sits on the bed to pull on her boots.
I hear her footsteps coming over and then I feel those rubber boots gently pushing against my swollen balls.

“Aren’t you excited? – What a big boy! Down doggie!”.

This is so painful – I feel a sharp pinch on my balls and then a burning sensation on my scrotum – she pulls down my blindfold and I’m blinking in the first light that I’ve had for hours – she’s dressed in red rubber Hunter boots, black PVC leggings, a black PVC shirt and red rubber gloves pulled up to her elbows. The gloves match the colour of her boots.

The pain in my scrotum is being caused by a blue plastic clothes pin that she’s attached to the skin of my balls. Leaning into my ear she says,

“Are you going to do what I tell you to do in future?”

As far as my collar and gag allow me to, I nod franticly.

“Don’t believe you”

She attaches more clothespins one for each nipple – I’m blubbering into my gag.

“Who do you love?”
A pull at the peg on my left nipple.

“Who do you love?”
Now my right nipple.

“Who do you love?”
She pulls and then twists the clothes pin on my scrotum with one hand and pinches my nostrils shut with the other. I’m snuffling and drooling onto my chin.

“Do you want mercy?”
Nod. Nod more franticly.

“DO YOU WANT MERCY?”
“Mmffh, MMMFFhh” is the best I can manage.

She releases my lead and gag and then orders me to clean her boots with my tongue, still tightly bound, I start to lick her boots as she gently kicks my balls with the foot that I’m not licking at.

This morning I looked in the mirror - my lower lip was bruised by my gag and it looks like I've been hit in the mouth, My shoulders are really sore and my wrists have rope marks. Wow!

I’ve had to promise that I’ll never post a story to this site again.

Sorry, Madame – I have disobeyed you again.

[Tiengag5]

Great bondage story.

[wannabetiedup]

She has certainly upped her game. I'm not sure whether I'd want to know what the next level is!

[melancholica]

Quite a lot more happened. I realised how long I'd been writing and decided to cut the story short so as not to bore anyone.
There was a lot of rubber breathplay involved after she released my hogtie rope.
I was still bound hand and foot and she was quite literally breath taking!

[melancholica]

She has certainly upped her game. I'm not sure whether I'd want to know what the next level is!

Hi friend - We decided not to let this pass without reply.
To explain - we've been happily married for a long time - we still make each other laugh all the time - that's the secret to being happy, isn't it?
My wife knew all about my interest in bondage (and rubber - I make that obvious don't I?)from before we married and she tried to indulge me for all our time together - but it was always kind of half hearted and embarrassing a lot of the time.
When she had a quite early menopause, she lost a lot of her interest in sex - not so for me, I got really depressed, but going elsewhere was not in my make up as a husband - I still loved her.
We talked a lot and what happens now is sort of her making up to me for what she no longer has to give.
I don't mention in these stories how much we are laughing during these sessions and how the door is left half open so that she can check on me quietly when I'm bound and alone.
Right now, we are playing a dare game and she's trying to make me call uncle.
Don't worry about me - I'm loving it!
Last time I break character BTW.

[wannabetiedup]

She has certainly upped her game. I'm not sure whether I'd want to know what the next level is!

Hi friend - We decided not to let this pass without reply.
To explain - we've been happily married for a long time - we still make each other laugh all the time - that's the secret to being happy, isn't it?
My wife knew all about my interest in bondage (and rubber - I make that obvious don't I?)from before we married and she tried to indulge me for all our time together - but it was always kind of half hearted and embarrassing a lot of the time.
When she had a quite early menopause, she lost a lot of her interest in sex - not so for me, I got really depressed, but going elsewhere was not in my make up as a husband - I still loved her.
We talked a lot and what happens now is sort of her making up to me for what she no longer has to give.
I don't mention in these stories how much we are laughing during these sessions and how the door is left half open so that she can check on me quietly when I'm bound and alone.
Right now, we are playing a dare game and she's trying to make me call uncle.
Don't worry about me - I'm loving it!
Last time I break character BTW.

Hi. I appreciate the personal response. I've been really enjoying your stories and as I said in a comment to your first story, it gives me huge hope that when the soon to arrive menopause happens with my wife that it doesn't mean the door is shut on things like that.

My comment on whether I'd want to know the next level is more based on what I could handle rather than you! There is no doubt in my mind that all the things you are writing about are consensual, mutually agreed upon in terms of limits etc and conducted in a safe manner. And it is hugely entertaining to read!

[melancholica]

Thank you, really good to know that you enjoy the stories. I'll post more - once I pick up the courage, of course!

[kiwi]

What a delightfully sadistic mistress! Seems like she’s got a pretty good grip on how to keep her pet in check.

I love seeing more stories like these with a loving, yet strict dynamic between dom/sub.

Also thank you both for being open and sharing your personal journey in kink together.
It’s the little details like how she leaves the door open to check on you or you two just giggling at eachother that warm my heart and you two are a great representation for wholesome, kinky fun.

[melancholica]

Thanks, glad you enjoyed it!
I'm processing what we've just done together tonight.
Hopefully, I'll be able to put it into a story form for you to read soon!

[Boundguy800]

Can’t wait. Thanks for sharing.

[tiedinbluetights]

What a wonderfully sweetly and lovingly sadistic TUG you wrote about @melancholica And in your responses I am glad you broke character even if just for one time only. I don't think that revealing the little acts of true friendship, care and love "behind the scenes" takes away from the intensity of a story in any way. There is such athing as "compassionate cruelty" as my own wife and I have discovered in our own explorations of TUGs: the truly cruelest thing my wife could do to me is to never tie me up again, and he rmost compassionate acts towards me have been leaving me cruelly, tightly and inescapably tied-up for hours.

Glad to have seen your story pop up and my apologies for having missed it the first time! I'm sure to read and re-read it several more times. Thanks!

[jone123]

thanks for sharing

[Boundguy800]

Quite a lot more happened. I realised how long I'd been writing and decided to cut the story short so as not to bore anyone.
There was a lot of rubber breathplay involved after she released my hogtie rope.
I was still bound hand and foot and she was quite literally breath taking!

Nothing boring about it! Your relationship has been an inspiration to mine. My wife and I have played out a position and hope to do more. Hopefully you’ve had a few more adventures in the last couple of months. Keep writing!