Be Careful who you Toy with F/M M/F

[WyattW5]

Hippolyta's belt is one of few clubs that Cater to the S&M culture and Kinksters from all over. Sitting at the bar alone stands Charlie Waite. Tall lean wide shoulders and short brown hair. He stood wearing silk slacks and a white silk button-down shirt. Watching as others partake in their games most of those at the bar themselves were the singles looking for a play partner.

Charlie was not much in the mood for finding a partner. A Friday night he did not want to spend it at home. Deciding to watch the action at Hippolyta’s belt. In the corner a couple of regulars are standing at the cross the Mistress was whipping her slave. Upon a podium a woman was basically bent backward's in a painful hogtie whining in agony. But it was plain she did enjoy the sting of the whip.

In the open seat beside Charlie a chubby red-haired woman smiles taking a seat next to him. Wearing a white blouse and black leather pants she left her top buttons undone to view a good show of her bosom.

“Hello”

“Hello” Charlie returns the greeting turning to look into the woman’s pale blue eyes her shoulder-length red hair curtains the edge of her face braided down the back concealing its full length. Revealing her plump cheeks a sleek chin and soft pink limps unstained by a thick coloring tool.

“May I sit with you?”

“If you want” his answer was blunt almost curt she looks to Charlie and smiles holding out a hand.

“Penelope Rogers” his large hand enveloped hers in a casual embrace as he responds with his name. The two sat and talked. Penelope is a Professor at the local college. Studying social and political sciences.

“So are you a Top?” he was surprised. This was the first direct question she had sent him the entire time they spoke.

“I am a Dom yes” she nods looking down childly sheepish blushing almost.

“I am a sub I enjoy when I relinquish my power to another when I lose control and I need only follow my master's instruction” she grins and Charlie could not help but form a small grin himself.

“So what is it about BDSM do you enjoy, I am partial to foot fetish myself, I feel great pleasure when my top allows me the pleasure of massaging their feet”

“I prefer gags” Penelope’s eyebrows raise in question as she watches him intently.

“I prefer how my submissive’s address me with a gag on”

“Indeed, permit me Sir” alerting him with the last word she whispers to retire to her place and they may try just for the night. Charlie was generally not keen on the idea of one night stands in general. But he was not the fool to say no out of hand.

“How about we go somewhere private and talk it over, it is never a good idea to rush into a BDSM scene especially with someone we have just met an hour ago”

“It has not been an hour?” she smiles and Charlie stands up indicating he was leaving and Penelope began to walk with him. Out to the parking lot. Taking her car Charlie watched as Hippolyta’s belt disappeared into the night. And they drive into the laneway of a townhouse.

Getting out of the car. Penelope opens the door inviting Charlie in. Turning the light on she turns the light into the kitchen.

“So beings as this supposed to be a mature discussion about our likes and dislike's I figure we can have a purely adult drink pick your poison?” she asks smiling and Charlie unable to refrain from smiling nods “Rum and coke if you have”
“I have” she smiles strutting into the kitchen and Charlie looks around the woman had a definite library of classical English Literature. Books from Tennyson, Anthony Munday’s version of Robin Hood. A reproduction of the Morte D’Arthur she was certainly a woman of intellect. Charlie decided when she comes around the corner holding a glass with ice and soda in one hand the other a glass of red wine.

“Here you are”

“Admiring your Literature collection” smiling her thanks she directs them to the couch where they sat quietly for a few minutes. Sipping his drink Charlie decided he should commence the conversation.

“I suppose if we are interested in broaching a scene together we should discuss what we are willing to do and what we are unwilling to perform”

Now. Penelope had turned the conversation away from S&M and began to speak of different things from the painting on the wall to her small sculptures. Charlie had a mind to interrupt her only he found himself beginning to doze.

The inclination to sleep came over him suddenly he felt his entire frame begin to droop in sleep. Setting the drink down as gently as he can he began to slide from the couch onto the floor. The blur that was Penelope walks over setting her wine down she began to run a hand over his chin smiling as he passed out.



Penelope watches the sleeping Charles for a minute or two removing her heels she bends down and began to drag the man from the living room up the stairs and into her playroom. A beige room with tall shelves on each wall. Different articles of gear on each.

She kept everything organized on how she enjoyed her life. The hoods were on the top shelf. The blindfolds were below them, the gags on a shelf below them and across were the bindings the ropes, tapes, and cuffs all had their own little sections.

Looking across the room where she had left Charlie asleep. She had removed his socks, and his pants and shirt leaving only his underwear on his body. Resting him on the chair.

Taking two distinct leather cuffs she straps them to his wrist then taking two short lengths of purple silk ropes she binds them to his wrists. Using longer satin rope she binds his ankles. Using a black leather blindfold she bound the stiff material over his eyes.

Taking a two-inch ball gag she wedged the article into the man's mouth. He did not stir as she pushes it in. But he did breathe heavily and erratically he was stirring. It was playtime.

“Whaphf uhpfh whaphf?” the man's head whips and turns trying to locate where was. His hands test his bonds. He legs bound together kick and fight. His voice never wavering his disgruntled mumbles.

“Hush, we cannot have you hurt yourself”

“Pemmephe?” he mutters into the ball gag and she runs a hand over his chin feeling the drool already building.

“Quiet you said you like gags right”

“Mmphf ymphf”

Removing the blindfold Charlie looks to Penelope his mouth bending awkwardly from the gag.

“You look so pathetic tied up like that, no doubt this is a change for you huh, I like that taking big strong dominant men from their comfort and bearing them down to lower status, for the next little bit you are going to be my slave, my pet No. My toy” she smiles running a hand over his chest feeling his nipple. The man tensed below her touch.

“I do so love playing with toys, the bigger they are the more you can play before they break”

“Uhmphf wuphf nophf brephf!” he shakes his head and began to snarl as best he could and she smiles mimicking his arms bound.

“You look so pathetic stop struggling” he did not listen as his arms continued to wiggle on the arms of the chair.

“Let me make something clear to you right now” she smiles sitting forward releasing the braid that her hair fell down past her shoulders like the main from a wild-born horse.

“You belong to me now, the sooner you accept that and obey the sooner everything will get easier for you... yes it will get easier” taking his chin in her hand she forces him to look up at her.

“The sooner you understand that the sooner we can have fun together” she whispers slowly running a hand over his cock curling her fingers around the shaft growing hard under her attention. He did not grumble or groan enjoying the feeling of her hand against his shaft. Then she steps back.

Not giving her the benefit of complaining he sat and watched. As she began to undress raising the dress from her body revealing her bra pushing her voluptuous bosom up for display. Her lace panties concealing her womanhood from his view he did not mind.

“You see we can have so much fun, you simply need to comply” she leans forward running a hand over his chin and cheek. Turning around setting his cock between her ass. She rubs the hard appendage against her soft flesh. Enjoying the feeling, even more, enjoying she has a man used to giving the orders. Completely at her mercy. She will enjoy this.

“Well we will need to work on training you and grooming you but soon enough I think you will make my perfect plaything... until later goodnight”

“Nmphf yphf cmphf!” he snarls and shutters fighting his bonds hard again using all in his power to break the chair or remove the bonds. They never budged.




Two Weeks Later.


Charlie had been kept bound the entire fortnight and gagged the greater half of his time here. Naturally someone would have come looking for him. But then again he did not telegram his fancy for going to Hippolyta’s belt.

Now he lays on the floor hands bound behind his back legs frog tied with straps. A humiliating Penis gag in his mouth. Two weeks of captivity he had yet to completely bend to Penelope’s will. She had paddled him, spanked and whipped him. He refused to bow completely.

The only time he yields when she offered food or water to him in exchange for whatever she wanted. He could sense she was getting more and more annoyed with her ‘plaything’ she had begun to get a little more sadistic with her punishments. Forcing him to soil himself refusing to let him clean himself afterward.

But in time he did learn some of her schedules. She left the house at seven in the morning and returned a little after three. She spent usually an hour trying to get Charlie to comply with an early morning romp but he never obliged her until she offered some form of breakfast usually a simple fruit like an apple.

When she comes home she would wale about her day and expect him to be sympathetic. All she got from him was mocking chuckles and grins. That never went over well.

The sound of Penelope's car pulling up alerts Charlie his rest was over. Sitting up as she walks through the door shuffling the mail in her hand she began to giggle. Her high heels clicking over the floor.

“How are you doing now bad boy” she called him as a term of endearment he shrugged as best he could with his hands behind his back. He followed her with his eyes she wore a white satin blouse and black pencil skirt her hair bound in a pair of braids pinned to her hair.

“So you willing to behave now?”

“Gphf tphf heplhf!” her reaction was a grimace and a sharp clap across his cheek biting a smile onto the mouthpiece of the penis gag her eyebrows raise. Today she wore heavy makeup pale deep blush on her cheeks smoke-colored shadow on her eyes and thick eyelashes painted.

“I have to give you credit, you are without a doubt the only Playtoy I’ve had that has given me so much fight” she began to laugh strutting around behind Charlie. Her nails began to dig into his skin making him growl as they formed scars.

“I mean I cannot even say you are the strongest one I’ve had, I had a big guy two hundred pounds of pure rod-iron muscle” her hands clamp into Charlie's shoulders at the mouth-watering thought.

“I broke him by the second or third day oh I miss him he was such a good boy” pulling Charlie's hair he grunts in discomfort as she looks down.

“Think of all the good things we could do once you decided to play along” her mouth began to form around the Penis extending from his mouth. Kissing the head she began to run her mouth over the extension.

“Oh well, it looks like you need a little more time” her hand slaps his throat making the man choke shooting forward her fell onto his belly coughing the gag uncomfortable in his mouth. Struggling to recapture his breath he looks up to see her black high heels strolling from the room.

“Oh my god so pathetic” she calls closing the door behind her. With a slam he began to test his bonds once again, this time his wrists felt loose. If he could just slide a few fingers and two knuckles. Out from under the bonds he might just be able to make it out.

Crackling his hand bending his fingers to a tight fist as small as he could. He began to wedge the knuckle of his pinky below the strap and struggled to get his ring finger’s knuckle out pulling tight with his left hand he slides his right hand out his shoulders crackle from his binding. His hands unbuckle his gag removing the penis gag he gave a gargling sound his throat felt as dry as the desert.

Breathing heavily he unstraps his belts and stands up regaining his balance for a minute. Using the wall to balance himself. After a few moments he marches to the door opening it gently not wanting her to try and take him down. Which now was a possibility he had been given bare-bones meals and fruits.

Looking out the room she was not in the hallway. Padding down the hall, checking the first door a guest bedroom where his clothing was folded neatly in a pile. Closing the door again he tries the door across to find a bathroom. Checking the cupboards one of the bottles. Chloroform. Payback time!

Finding Penelope dressing in a black short sleeve shirt and black tights. Her hair unbound draped over the back of the couch. Approaching cloth in his hand Charlie quickly presses the cloth over her mouth. Holding tight Charlie waded her thrashing and stood fast. Her struggling lessened and she collapsed into sleep.

Taking her limp body from the living room to the master bedroom. Stripping her clothes off she lay naked below his gaze. Charlie took the satin rope she bound him with. And a pair of metal handcuffs binding her wrists to the arms of the bedposts.

Binding her ankles together then tying them to the foot of the bed. Setting on a chair still naked. Charlie watches with amusement as she began to rouse.

“What the! Oh Hell no how did you get out?”

“Patience” Charlie states his face grinning at her naked form laying she began to kick and fight.

“Goddammit let me go!”

“Y’know I asked the same thing a few days ago no now that I think of it two fucking weeks ago” Charlie snaps making her stop wide-eyed staring into his eyes.

“Fortunately for you, I have a mind not to bring the police into this, instead I propose, a servitude period lets say one hour for each day you kept me here”

“No!” she demands sharply her eyebrows raised

“You get no discussion in the matter”

“The hell I do Fughphf yuphf” Charlie steps forward clamping a hand over her lips before taking her bra shoving it in her mouth. Cleave gagging her before setting a pair of panties over her head then taking the last article. A red one and a half-inch ball gag setting it into her mouth and buckling around back keeping the panties to her head.

“Uhphf tuphf uphf grophf!” she exclaims fighting her bonds without yield. For the first hour Charlie only sat and watched her struggle and squirm as Penelope had done to him so many times during the day.

Hour two. Charlie had dressed and now had looked through Penelope’s toys devising a plan to punish her. And amuse himself greatly. Hour two was based upon her reactions. Using a wartenburg wheel he digs the spikey little wheel across the sole of her feet.

“Numphf stphf plephf!” wiggling around she was unable to escape Charlie's wrath with the small tool. Digging it between her toes she squealed like a pig. Running the wheel over her ankle over her veins Charlie slaps her feet with a flogger making her yelp from the contact.

He continued for an hour straight. Before Charlie had rid himself of the tools and was now using his hands. Feeling her legs the smooth beautiful skin of her body his hand began to gently stroke her womanhood. He expected her to lurch in outcry. Instead she simply moaned and tried to open her legs for him.

Raising his hands her rubs her belly before cupping her bosom in his hands feeling them below his thumbs.

“I’ve wanted to feel these since you undressed before me you know how tormenting that is?” she nods and smiles mockingly. Until she felt his hand clap her bosom making her yelp.

“Hephf eaphee!”

“Oh I don’t think so” Charlie slaps the other breast before sitting forward pecking a kiss over each one making Penelope roll’s her eye’s under her hood shaking her head. Smiling at the gag as Charlie continued to run his tongue over the skin of her bosom to her neck. Her skin a wonderful scent of citrus.

Brushing a hand to her hair wishing he could feel it without the hindrance of the panties he buckled to her head. Brushing her mouth the dampness was soaking through the waistline of her panties.

“Now I will give you an ounce of pleasure the same ounce you gave me” shaking her head she began to fight and beg. Talking into the gag heaving her chest forward allowing Charlie to clasp her bosom.

“Lephf mphf guphf”

“No!” his voice speaks loudly slapping her thigh before he steps back. Stepping away Charlie smiles these next twelve hours were going to be wonderful.

[Xtc]

Hi Wyatt,
I have just removed the two copies of this post that I presume you posted in error.

[slackywacky]

Great story. Just shows you have indeed to be careful.

[RopingRingers]

Great story. Just shows you have indeed to be careful.

Indeed I think his reaction was quite reserved actually, id be keeping her a while longer