Deus Ex Machina (D/F)

[DioA]

Before reading, I would like to add some context about the gender tag. This has little basis in reality, where the entity behind the ropes is not a traditional person. They exist outside of our perceived ideas of gender, sexuality, and personhood. If anything, they would be akin to a god worshiped by the people of antiquity. One who walked amongst the mortals of the realm. One who they fought in the name of. One who they consorted with during their time in the physical world. Also, there will be multiple instances of M/F, F/M, M/M, F/F, M+/F, F+/M, M+/F+, F+/M+, etc, etc, etc. So if you’re someone who is only interested in one dynamic, this isn’t a story for you. However, if you find yourself enjoying the story, I’ll consider it an honor.

Also, there will be themes of mind washing, less-than-consensual situations, and of course bondage.


Chilled autumn air slams against the front door, sending creaking sounds into the two bedroom domicile. A set of keys rattle as they’re tossed on a decorative saucer by the entrance. Two black boots are unlaced and stepped out of. Gray socked covered feet trace across the room. Legs covered in black leggings lower themselves next to an overstuffed gray couch. The back of a dark blue turtleneck sweater rests against one of the giant cushions. Shoulder length blonde hair fans out from under a pink knit beanie, the hat being discarded moments later. Two crystal blue eyes are hidden by eyelids covered in blue eye shadow.

The woman sitting on the couch was completely and utterly exhausted. All day it was “Ashley, how do I fill out the 703-b form? Ashley, where do we keep the staples? Ashley, when are you going to lunch?” Nothing at the office seemed to go right, she couldn’t focus on her work. The distractions were the only problem she had today – it was also the one year anniversary of her divorce. Despite being only thirty-two years old, her marriage was hastily entered and exhaustively left. Her ex Brandon lied, cheated, and manipulated her to the point where she had sworn off getting into another relationship. The few dates she had been on have been less than exciting. The men she attracted all were pompous, entitled, or otherwise weird.

Unlocking her phone, she tapped on the app with a compass icon and switched her browser setting to private. Logging into her account on a kinky message board, she browed forums filled with fantasies and personal accounts of naughty exploits. As she read through the new posts, she found her way to a group of posts called “How would…?” After pursuing through the response, she found herself filled with curiosity. Despite being a bondage novice, only having scratched the surface of bondage, dominance, sadism, and masochism, she found the idea of submitting to someone else incredibly arousing. After having been treated so horribly by her ex, she wanted to be desired.

Navigating to the new topic button, she wrote “How would… you tie up a single blonde woman in her early thirties, wearing a dark blue turtleneck sweater, black leggings, and gray fuzzy boot socks?” Almost as soon as she posted it, she saw that there was a notification on the post. “Someone else must be as horny as I am.” she thought. “I wonder which one of my friends is as chronically online as I am.”

The response was written by an account that she hadn’t interacted with before. Datheros wrote “I would start by having her wrists bound behind her back. Her knees would then be bound together, followed by more rope around her ankles. I then would connect the rope around her ankles and tie it to a chest harness that I’d tie around her breasts.”

The response was simple, even tame by her standards. She decided to respond “What, no gag?”

“Your socks are going to be tied together, with the feet part tied in a knot and stuffed in your mouth with the tops being tied behind your head.” A deep voice said in front of her.

Looking up to see a tall figure standing in the shadows of her living room, she screamed in terror. “What the fuck, how did you get in here?”

Trying to stand up to run away, she found that her legs were bound together, along with her arms and chest. The lights dimmed as the figure strolled towards her. “Really, yelling. Surely you don’t want our fun to end before it can begin.”

“What? How did you… Why did you… This is… Please just let me – MMMPH?”

Her words were cut off by a tight feeling between her lips, along with a slight dampness and a slightly unpleasant taste. Just as the voice had said, her socks had been tied between her teeth. She had been hogtied and gagged without a finger having been laid on her. Feeling someone sit down on the couch next to her, she felt a new tightness between her legs.

“Next, I’ll have a crotch rope tied between your legs and around your waist.” The figure said. “And once I have you, you’ll know pleasures and pains that you’ve never experienced before.”

Ashley screamed into her gag. It was one thing to fantasize about these things, it’s another thing to have them actually happen. “How do you taste?” the figure asked her.

Not saying anything, she moaned into her gag. The crotch rope was exciting her, but the situation was still not one that she could allow herself to enjoy. The figure’s long fingers grazed the bottom of her bare feet, so lightly tickling her that it drove her crazy. It was as if the figure had feathers and electricity at the end of their fingertips. As she laughed and bucked, she felt her resolve being washed away as her excitement increased. The figure then lowered their face down to Ashley’s bound feet, the toes on her left foot entering their mouth. They then proceeded to lick and suck on her helpless feet, low moans escaping both of them.
As soon as Ashley found herself about to climax, the ropes restraining her disappeared and her socks reappeared on her feet, not any damper than before. The only evidence of her predicament was the burning desire deep inside of her. “What the hell?”

As the figure stood and started walking away, she rose to her feet and screamed at them. “You think that you can break in and tie me up? Suck on my feet and play with me like I’m some sex toy? Where do you get off thinking – MMMPHM!?!”

This time her mouth had been stuffed with a sponge ball and sealed in with a white handkerchief over her mouth. A white straightjacket had been placed over her, forcing her arms to hug herself while a strap had gone between her legs, having been buckled behind her back. As she struggled to fight against the jacket, she found herself on her back with the figure’s full weight on top of her. “Watch your tongue, slut.” They said, “Your actions have consequences.”

When the figure had gotten off of Ashley, she rolled over and kneeled. As she tried to stand on her feet, she felt her head hitting the cloth of a large sack. She looked around, but the light was faint, being filtered through the sack. A hand grabbed the top of the sack, lifting it into the air. Ashley was carried away, being slung over the shoulder of her mysterious captor.

The chilled air ran through the sack as they left her home, causing Ashley to shiver. She found herself placed on a wooden deck. As she struggled to free herself, she heard hooves hit against the pavement. “What’s happening?” She thought. “Where are they taking me?”


As the sound of hooves left the pavement, she felt the vessel she’d been placed in leave the ground. She finally was able to pop her head out of the sack, seeing a tunnel of various colors of lights peeking out beyond the silver guardrail of the chariot she’d been placed in. “Keep your head down, whore.” The figure said, pushing her back into her sack and retying it shut.

Lost in the chaos and excitement of her predicament, Ashley had lost her ability to comprehend the events that were unfolding before her. Not thirty minutes ago she had been sitting on her couch, her mind filled with spicy yet ultimately harmless thoughts and fantasies. Now she’s been bound and gagged, transported into a mythical situation. Perhaps she’d be the next Antigonie, her story fading into legend as the woman who disappeared from the safety of her home without a trace. It didn’t help that her situation was beyond arousing to her. A mixture of desire and fear worked like a cocktail to numb her mind and excite her body.

The sound of hooves returning to solid ground jolted her back to her senses. The chariot raced down its path, coming to a halt. The top of the sack was lifted up and carried away. Ashley heard multiple pairs of feet carry her downstairs. After what felt like miles, she felt the sack being lowered onto a large stone. Next, the sack was cut, resulting in a scream from under her gag. She found herself in a dark room, on a stone slab with multiple figures cloaked in shadows standing around her. One of them raised a spectral hand and snapped their fingers. The straightjacket and gag disappeared, along with the cut sack. “Who are you people…” Ashley uttered before losing her voice.

As if a sudden wave of exhaustion hit, Ashley fell back onto the stone. When she looked up through half open eyes, she could see her reflection in a silver tinted mirror. She watched as her clothes disappeared, along with her navy blue bra with white flowers on it and her matching panties. While she wasn’t gagged, she wasn’t able to speak. While she wasn’t bound, she wasn’t able to move. While she wasn’t asleep, she wasn’t awake. This bizarre state she found herself in was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Watching as these strange figures worked on her body, she found that she could notice what they were doing, but was unable to form an opinion on how it made her feel. They covered her body in oils, massaging it into her skin. It removed all body hair below the eyebrows. It removed a scar that she had on her calf from a surgery she had after a car accident. It removed dead skin and blemishes that she fought constantly.

Makeup was applied to her face instantly, a mixture of blushes, eyeshadow, eyeliner, foundation, mascara, toner, everything to make her look sexy. Her blonde hair was washed and styled into long, loose curls. Looking back at her reflection, Ashley noticed that she looked better than she had in years, a simple thought before her eyes closed and entered a dreamless sleep.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” A sultry voice said. “You dirty little slut.”

“What? Who are you?” Ashley asked the voice. “What do you want with me? Why am I here?”


“Sluts don’t ask questions, sluts get used.” The voice replied.

When Ashley opened her eyes, she found herself in a large room so large that the rows of candles lit around her did not reach the ceiling. She didn’t find the owner of the voice inside of her head. Sitting up, she felt the chill of the cold air run through her body. Another voice, the one she heard in her home, said “Let us commence.”

The figure that had bound her before emerged from the shadows. Raising their hand to Ashley, she was forced backwards onto a X shaped cross. Coarse black rope wound itself around her wrists and ankles, anchoring her outstretched limbs to the structure. The figure approached her, holding a penis gag with black rubber and a black strap. “Open.”

“You better do as you’re told.” The sultry voice said. “Good girls get rewarded, bad girls get punished.”

“Fuck off.” Ashley said, struggling against the ropes. “Let me go.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” The figure said. “You should learn to watch your tongue.”

Retrieving a nearby candle, they dripped hot wax onto Ashley's soft, sensitive breasts. She shook and fought, more rope came from behind and tied itself above, below, and between her breasts, causing them to be pushed up and start swelling. More hot wax fell onto her.

“Fine, gag me, just stop, stop this. No more wax.” Ashley pleaded.

“That’s not how you ask.” The figure replied, dripping more wax on her.

“You better remember your manners.” The sultry voice said. “You’re being done a favor, you should be appreciative of it.”

“Please sir, gag me.” Ashley requested.

“Why?”

“Admit it slut.” The sultry voice commanded. “Admit that you’re a dirty, cock hungry whore that exists as three holes to be used at your master’s discretion.”

“Because I’m a dirty, dirty whore who needs to be tied up, gagged, and fucked. Please sir, please use my holes to fulfill your needs. I’m yours to command.”

“Good girl.” The figure said, approaching her. As they buckled the gag behind her head, she was closer to their face than ever before. Still unable to make out any features from behind their dark cowl, she felt an unusual warmth emanating from them. After it was buckled in place, a loud boom echoed through the chamber. The candles burned even brighter. In front of her cross, she could make out the image of a throne high in the air. Unable to make out any features of the person who sat upon it, Ashley felt a strange connection to them. It was as if they shared the same desires.

“Mmm-mm.” Ashley muttered under her gag. “Mmm.”

“You’re welcome.” The figure replied.

There was no way that Ashley could figure out what the figure knew she said thank you. Placing their hand on her exposed breasts, the figure fondled her, playing with her nipples until they became erect. They then attached two clamps to her sensitive nipples, sending pain through her body.

“You like it, don’t you slut?” The voice asked her.

“I do.” Ashley replied in her head. “Thank you master.”

“I’m not your master.” The voice replied. “I’m just someone who enjoys it when you enjoy yourself.”

Puzzled by the response, Ashley’s focus was turned back to her current predicament. The figure had used their hand to play with her pussy, finding her dripping wet. With their other hand, they held a silver butt plug in front of Ashley’s face. “Know what this is for?”

Ashley shook her head no.

“You’re lying.” The voice said. “Dirty girls like you know exactly what that’s for.”

The figure flicked Ashley’s nipples, causing her to scream into the shaft inside her mouth. She nodded her head yes.

“You want this inside of you?” The figure asked.

“Yes please, master.” Ashley muttered into her gag. “Please use all my holes.”

“Good girl.” The voice said.

After the figure inserted the plug into Ashley’s tight ass, another boom echoed through the room. The throne was lowered into view. Sitting atop it was the most beautiful person that Ashley had ever laid eyes on. They had long, dark hair full of ringlets that cascaded down their shoulders. Their flawless olive skin glistened in the candlelight. Two green eyes with flecks of gold in them look at Ashley with a sly look on their face. Their wrists were locked in a silver device that was also locked around their neck. “Don’t focus on me.” They said, “Your attention is needed elsewhere.”

Ashley’s head was turned by the figure, with them placing their hand alongside her face. More rope coiled around her neck, holding her head back to the cross. Though it was slightly choking her, she found herself in the throws of passion. Her lust burned, needed to be fucked, roughly and throughly. The figure undid their robe, revealing their toned chest, slight abdominal muscles, and hairless waist. She felt their hard cock resting against her leg. “Please fuck me, please fuck me, please fuck me.” Ashley said into her gag. “Master.”

Obliging her wishes, the figure entered her, their cock filling her fully and wholly. As Ashley received the best sex of her life, the person on the throne started changing. The throne lowered, with the person upon it having their arms chained behind their back, exposing round, shapely tits. Their legs were also ironed together. The more pleasure Ashley felt, the more the restraints appeared on the person on the throne, the lower the throne went to the ground.

“That’s right, you love this, you dirty, cock hungry, dirty little slut.” The person said, their own breathing becoming more ragged.

They were right, Ashley did love this. The person on the throne had more silver restrains around their knees, elbows, and chest. They were then chained head to toe, with a chain running from a ring on a harness over their face to the restraints on their ankles. Vibrating silver plugs buzzed from inside their ass and pussy. Butterfly clamps appeared on their nipples, with a chain connecting the two. Another length of chain ran around their waist and through their legs.

Moans of pleasure filled the room, both from Ashley and the person on the throne. The figure lowered their face next to Ashley’s ear and whispered in her ear “Cum for me, my dirty little slut.”

Orgasaming instantly, Ashley’s gagged cry filled the room. When she climaxed, a silver ball gag and blindfold appearing on the Person on the throne, who was now laid on the floor to struggle while the toys assaulted them. “That’s a good girl.” The figure said.

They snapped their fingers, causing Ashley’s restraints to disappear, along with her gag and the toys that were used on her. She fell forward, being caught by the figure. They placed their arms underneath her, carrying her over to a dark throne that appeared in front of the other bound person. They sat down with her, a black robe appearing on her. She rested her head on the chest of the figure. It was then they removed their hood, revealing a handsome face. Looking up at him, suddenly Ashley knew who this was.

“Datheros.” she muttered. “What is… what did you… why me?”

“Shhh.” Datheros replied. “As much as I hate exposition dumps, I’ll illuminate you. Your kind used to call us gods. Zeus the God of the Skies, Dionysus the God of Wine, Nike the God of Victory. Myself and the person before us, Macosia, are Gods of Pain and Pleasure, of Submission and Dominance, of Sadism and Masochism. While I exist on top, they exist on bottom.”

“So… you’re the one who put those restraints on her?” Ashley asked.

“Them.” Datheros corrected. “For you to gaze upon our form would reduce your mind to ruin. Our existence is contained in many different spaces. For example, while I present as a man to you right now…”

A shadow crossed over Datheros’ face. After it passed, their face had become strikingly feminine with high cheekbones, dainty nose, and pouty lips. “I can change the way I appear to suit the current situation.” They replied, their voice even shifting towards a higher register. Another shadow crossed over their face, reverting to their original appearance.

“I’m not the one who restrained them.” Datheros added. “You did Ashley.”

“What?” Ashley said in disbelief. “How could I have done this? If you remember, I was quite immobilized.”

“Take a closer look at their restraints.” Datheros instructed. “The silver glow, how they changed the deeper you feel into submission. A god has little power over another, especially ones at our level. In the early days, we tried to engage in rope play with each other but Macosia was never fully able to be restrained. With them unable to find satisfaction, their powers were unregulated, both of us thrown out of order. We went to Hephestus, the God of the Forge, for their aid in this matter. Crafting her two mystical silver bracers, they react to their power. Essentially, the more Macosia is worshiped, the tighter their restraints become.”

“So you’re saying, whenever someone is tied up, they empower Macosia?” Ashley asked, still not fully comprehending how this worked.

“Yes, but also no.” Datheros explained. “You’re familiar with the concept of subspace? When you enter this state, your psychic energy is sent to Macosia. It’s more than being tied up, it’s about entering her domain.”

Datheros then waved their hand, illuminating the rest of the room. A giant temple is revealed, with paintings on the walls depicting various forms of dominance and submission. “In here, the psychic energy bypasses the need to travel between the realms and is sent a hundred fold directly to Macosia. Your experience is what is allowing them to enjoy themselves right now. For, that you’ll be rewarded when you return home.”

“So I’m not a prisoner here?” Ashley asked. “You’re letting me go?”

“You never were. Had this been the worst moment of your life I would have wiped your memory clean and returned you to the moment before our tryst began. I’m not a cruel god. My powers don’t come from suffering, rather from pleasuring. Why do you think I’m comforting you now? Aftercare is part of our practice, an official part of our worship.”

Ashley then turned her gaze towards Mocasia. Watching as the God of Submissives struggle in agonizing pleasure sent a burning desire back into her body. Pointing at the bound god, she asked “May I?”

Datheros looked at her, puzzled but intrigued. Nodding their head and gesturing their hand over there. Ashley stood up and made her way over to the writhing mess. Tracing the jaw of her new god, she used the drool running down their chin and started rubbing her clit.

Ashley then placed the fingers that she used on herself underneath the god’s nose. “You dirty slut, smell what you’re doing to me. To quench your desires, you’ve sent mine ablaze. You’re going to have to be of use to me.”

Mocasia moaned into their gag. Ashley squatted over their head, placing her pussy in the god’s face. While she played with their tits and teased their clit, Mocasia rubbed her chin against Ashley’s snatch. “What’s this?” Ashley asks, “My little whore wants a taste of Mistress’s sweet pussy?”

Reaching between her legs, Ashley pulls the ball out of the god’s mouth. Lowering herself to sit on the face of the god underneath her, she finds the tongue of Mocasia exploring her sex. While moans escape her lips, Ashley grips the god’s throat and begins to squeeze. Looking back at Datheros, she notices that they’ve become erect. However, she focuses on her own pleasure, grinding against Mocasia’s face until she climaxes for the second time that night.

Datheros emits a strange sound of pleasure, shooting golden cum up in the air before it falls on the ground, melding with the temple in a strange symbol. It looked almost like it was a pair of handcuffs with one wrist unlocked.

The two gods then disappear, then return with Datheros dressed in a black tunic, and Mocasia dressed in a white one. Both of them had appeared more gender neutral than before. “Ashley…” Datheros said.

“We haven’t met a mortal like you in years.” Mocasia explained.

“The majority of our followers exist on one side of the spectrum.” Datheros said.

“But they don’t exist on the other.” Mocasia added. “It’s been two thousand years since we’ve found someone who is perfectly balanced, right on the edge of both of us.”

“Tonight you’ve balanced us.” Datheros said.

“Tonight you’ve served us both, our powers having aligned and left us feeling satisfied.”

“If you would please kneel before us…” Datheros began.

“We’d like to bestow upon you the title of High Priestess.” Mocasia finished.

Ashley, not knowing what to say, fell to her knees. The two gods in unison placed a gold and silver pendant of their symbol around Ashley’s neck. After placing it on her, they began to speak in unison.

“By wearing this symbol, any act of dominance or submission taken in your presence will go directly as an offering to us. By serving us, you will be rewarded with all sorts of pleasures, both earthly and spiritually.”

“Thank you, both of you.” Ashley said. “I can’t wait to act in your name, through your grace.”

“We can’t wait to see what you do.” The two of them replied. “Now, it’s time for you to return to your world. We’ll have you shown the way.”

Mocasia walked with Ashley out of the temple. Saying nothing to each other, the god stopped in front of a door of a small stone shack outside their temple under a sky littered with millions of stars. “This door is reserved as a shortcut from this world to yours. This honor is reserved only for the High Priestess. Should we require you to meet us here, your pendant will begin glowing, along with emitting a series of pulses. Now, walk through this door to return to your home.”

“Thank you, Mocasia.” Ashley replied.

Opening the door, Ashley stepped in and found herself dressed the same way she was when she was taken. Hangers hit her head, noticing that she was in her bedroom closet. She stepped out of the closet and into her bedroom. Looking at herself in the vanity mirror, she had her new pendant proudly displayed on her chest. After she undressed, tossing on a pink nightgown and removed her makeup, she crawled into bed for a blissful night of sleep after an unforgettable day.

[LunaDog]

OK, as you explained right at the start, this might well be somewhat different. Doesn't stop this story from being somewhat good though. Good read.

[mserika]

I love the shifting of the dynamic on this, and the sensual parts are written so well and not too gratuitous [most depiction of sex talks/'talking dirty' doesn't really do it for me lol, but this one feels just right]. I thoroughly enjoyed this.