No Escape and No Kidding (F/M)

[FearHaven]

A true story, told from my perspective.

She was serious, she was confident, and she was not fucking around. Violet was in charge of last night's session, and boy was I in for a ride.

Upon stripping naked I was ordered to lay on the floor at the foot of the bed. I had a feeling she would trample me in this position but it wasn't quite what I had expected. As I laid there naked, looking around the room I could see her in the corner of my eye changing into her long red leather dress. Which brought me a little excitement.

After getting changed, Mistress turned off the bedroom light, leaving a soft glow emanating from our mood lighting that remained switched on. She then stood above me, dressed in leather and looking hot as always. However instead of planting her foot down on me straight away she kneeled down, lifted her dress and sat on me instead. Parking her weight on my crotch with her thick thighs hugging the sides of my stomach. I had a grand view of her breasts bulging out in the red leather and its not a sight I'll forget.

She began by rubbing my nipples while looking down at me. This turned me on immediately and before long my breathing became audibly louder with pleasure, a sound that she likes to hear.

I enjoyed the teasing a little too much, to the point where my body started doing that weird thing where I feel thirsty. Like thirsty for water, but not actually in need of a drink. Its something I can't explain but it happens when I am subjected to long periods of uninterrupted teasing. Its almost like my body is telling me that it needs to be relieved of this sensation.

When the teasing stopped, Mistress started to speak.

"I want you to listen to me very carefully. I am going to ask you a series of questions. Now you can either tell me the truth and risk being punished, or lie to me and risk being severely punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied.

"Good, now stay there," she said as she stood up and changed her position to sitting on the bed next to me.

Oh god, what sort of questions is she going to ask this time? I thought to myself. Its never an easy task, and she always makes me confess the most embarrassing things. I don't mind telling her some of these things, but other things are very sensitive and she has a way of prying them out of me.

Once she was sitting on the edge of the bed, she put her foot on my dick and pressed on it, holding steady pressure.

"What's the most fucked up porn you have watched recently?" She asked.

I took a few seconds to try and think before responding with, "I don't know".

She pressed her foot down harder and said, "That's not good enough."

I started to internally panic a little as my brain was then racing with thoughts, thinking about all the shit I have watched recently. I needed an answer that wouldn't sound mundane but I couldn’t think of one.

"Sorry, I need a minute to think," I told her.

"I'll give you five seconds," she said with a really serious look in her eyes, as she pressed her foot down even harder and held it there. She was now squishing my balls underneath and I felt incredibly rushed to provide an answer.

"Hardcore BDSM videos, The White Ward, Futile Struggles, Infernal Restraints," I bursted out as quickly as my brain could muster.

"And do you enjoy watching these videos?" She asked.

"At least half of them," I replied.

"At least half, meaning most of them," she remarked before stamping on my balls.

I moaned and spasmed as the pain radiated throughout body. Before I had a chance to recover or reflect she then asked me another follow up question.

"And do you ever fantasize about doing these horrible things to me?"

"Fantasize yes, but actually doing them is another story," I said.

I then felt her bare foot pressing against my cheek as she pinned my face to the floor, before asking another question.

"Since being in a relationship with me, have you ever wanted to fuck another woman?"

"Yes Mistress, but only in certain scenarios."

She applied more pressure to my face at this point, and I was certain that she was pissed with my response.

"Like making me watch?" She asked with an unimpressed tone in her voice.

"Yes, I would really like to have a session where I cuckold you for sadistic purposes, and only sadistic purposes."

To my surprise she generously lifted her foot from my face and allowed me to return my head to a normal resting position.

She then continued to say, "Would you like to have another woman fuck you, while I watched?"

"Yes Mistress, but only if you were the one who organized it, like a double Domme situation."

Mistress then pressed her foot down on my throat, as she watched the life slowly drain from my eyes.

"And what about if tied you down and let a man fuck you while I watched?"

"I might secretly like that," I replied with a strangled voice escaping my lips. The pressure of her foot soon had me seeing little specs of light everywhere, as the blood flow to my brain was effectively inhibited.

"Even with his cock ramming you, causing you pain and making you cry?"

"No, but I might enjoy the after effects, or the pleasure once it settled in," I replied.

She then let off my neck and gave me praise.

"You have been very honest with me tonight, so I'm not going to punish you for being normal," she said.

"I'm normal?"

"Yes, everybody has messed up fantasies. Now bend over the bed!" She demanded.

I did as I was told and bent over the bed, ready for what I presumed to be a beating of some sort, and I was right. The next thing I felt was the large wooden spoon colliding with my ass with the force of a thousand suns.

"Ahh shit," I said, as the sting began to set it.

I soon felt another hit on the opposite ass cheek that was equally painful, before copping another hit on the back of my thigh.

"There's no warm up tonight. You want me to be a bitch, you got it," she said as she delivered yet another blow that had me yelling in pain.

Before long I buried my face into the blanket, and clenched my fists ready for another blow. And there it was, this time harder than the last.

I yelled into the blanket and lifted my body in an automatic response to the pain. However she pushed me back into position and struck me again. And again, and again until my backside started to burn like barbecue plate.

At that moment she stopped, and leaned down to talk sadistically in my ear.

"Perhaps I should stick the handle up your ass and fuck you with it."

"Ah, fuck me," I said without thinking.

"Trust me I'm going to," she remarked with a wicked smile on her face.

"No, I didn't mean it like that," I said.

She just laughed and then threw down the wooden spoon. I breathed a sigh of relief, but the feeling was short lived as she picked up the leather belt and started hitting me with that instead.

I heard a loud slapping noise, followed by a sting on my left leg.

"Shit," I said, as I once again buried my face into the blanket, trying to find a happy place.

The beltings just kept on coming. A few strikes on the ass, followed by a few strikes on the back of each leg in a rotating pattern.

Soon enough all sorts of curse words came pouring from my mouth, and I feared she would hit me doubly hard for swearing.

The pain was quickly building to the point where I considered throwing out my hand and giving her the check-in signal. But in the moment I was too stubborn to do it. I wanted to outlast her savage beating and prove to myself that I could make it through without throwing the signal. She knows how much she is hurting me by the noises I'm making anyway.

Fuck her, I'm not giving in. I thought to myself.

However soon enough she stopped and threw away the belt.

"I like it when your not gagged. I like all the noises and smart ass comments you make."

She paused.

"But for this next part I'm going to gag you," she said before placing a rubber ball gag in my mouth and doing it up.

"Get on the bed, spread eagle," she demanded.

I laid on the bed facing upwards with my limbs spread far apart, and that's when she grabbed the thick padded leather cuffs and started to lock them around my wrists, followed by my ankles. Before long I was completely immobilised, gagged and at her mercy.

She sat down on my crotch again and started teasing my nipples once more with her finger tips. After all the pain I had suffered, this felt really nice and really deserved. Though I still had questions in my mind about what was to come next.

Despite the fear present in my thoughts, I took a moment to just enjoy what was happening, and enjoy the view of her towering above me in that sexy red leather.

Once she stopped teasing me she climbed off me and sat beside my stomach on the bed. Mistress then opened a plastic container that housed all of our electro gear and pulled out the TENS unit. The unit that had adjustable cock rings attached to it, specifically.

She fastened the two rings firmly around my dick, one at the base, and one just under the tip, before pressing the power button. I didn't feel much at first, but it wasn't long before she gradually cranked up the dial, until I felt an intense sensation.

The unit was running on the 'absorb' setting, which gave me about 5 seconds of light tingling, followed by 5 seconds of the heavier, more electric sensation. It rotated constantly between these two feelings indefinitely.

Mistress gently ran her long fingernails up and down my naked body for a while, occasionally rubbing nipples as I adjusted to the machines intensity. She does this to encourage higher pain thresholds by inserting pleasure into mix, and it has often worked rather well.

Although, just when I thought she was being nice, she flipped her demeanor back again.

"I think I'm done being nice. I don't think you deserve it," she said while looking down at me with a straight face.

I let out a sad moan through my gag in disappointment as I didn't want her to be mean again so soon. But it didn't matter what I wanted, because she was the one in control.

"I like it when your subdued like this. Gagged and unable to talk."

She paused.

"You talk too much and I'm sick of it."

The look on my face when she said this must have been a sad one, because its how I felt on the inside. The fact is, I really do talk a lot. Violet is my perfect person, and I like to share everything with her. Even when I'm feeling really down about something.

"I think I'll leave you here for a while," she continued.

I shook my head in protest and hoped that she would stay with me, especially after what she just said. But it was no use. She simply stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me tied up and feeling bad about myself.

The TENS machine was still running when she left, however I had become comfortable with the intensity by this point, and even sought a little pleasure from the sensation. It was the only thing keeping me from sheer boredom once she had abandoned me. I knew that her harsh words were only for sadistic purposes, and that she still loves me. But when you hear stuff like that in a session it really hits home, and that's the entire point. I never hold this stuff against her, but it does make me sad in the moment.

During my isolation I simply laid there staring at the ceiling, because there was nothing else I could do.

I felt the urge to pee starting to quickly build and there was nothing I could do about it. There was a wet blanket underneath me to protecting the mattress, but I had assumed she put it there for other reasons, like cum and saliva. I really didn't want to piss myself and make her angry.

Knowing that she is walking around freely, getting her peace while I was stuck is a huge turn on. But eventually the boredom kicked in and I found myself trying to escape just for the fun of it.

It tried gripping the tail of the cuff strap with two of my fingers. I tried gripping it for a long time to no avail, until I finally made a breakthrough and got it.

HAHA YES, ESCAPEEE! I thought to myself.

But as usual my efforts became futile when I tried to push the strap up through the buckle. It simply wasn't happening despite my best efforts with two awkwardly positioned fingers. The spread eagle position is one that I've never been able to escape. You just can't escape cuffs when your hands are tied apart.

Shortly after I gave up on my escape attempts, Mistress returned to bedroom and shoved a hood over my head, so that I couldn't see anything.

Through the gag, I tried to tell her that I needed to pee and amazingly she understood my garble. However my plea for assistance was met with an unexpected and sadistic response.

"You'll just have to piss yourself. That's what the wet blanket is for."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, she has never... and I mean never told me to piss myself. Though I secretly found her response really fucking hot.

Mistress then laid down beside me and decided to masturbate using the wand. Sometimes she does this while I am tied up and unable to do anything. Whenever I hear her beginning to breathe heavily, it fills me with a sense of lust that can't be acted upon, which makes me very amorous in return.

Before long she began moaning. More and more, as powerful vibrations from the wand filled her with pleasure, until she reached an explosive orgasm.

She decided it was then my turn to receive pleasure, but not without a catch. She removed the hood from my head when I spotted two black binder clips in her hand (big ones).

She then climbed over the bed and positioned her sexy ass directly above my face before sitting down and smothering me.

"Clips are going on now," she said as she placed one on each nipple.

I could instantly feel the insane bite of each clip as the metal dug ferociously into my nipple without mercy. I started painfully moaning underneath her ass, but was afraid that my sounds couldn't be heard.

Soon enough however she kindly lifted her ass and removed the clips. Although she could have left them attached for longer (and has done in the past) I was grateful to see those evil bastards gone.

As she lowered her ass back down over my face I inhaled as much air as humanly possible, and could smell her scent very strongly in the process. I always try to get as much oxygen as I can when she lifts and sits, because I never know how long before I can breathe again.

Once she lowered herself, I could feel her hand lubricating my erect dick, before beginning to stroke it gently. The sensation was overwhelmingly pleasant and in no time at all I was on the verge of orgasm.

With only a few more strokes I exploded with pleasure and came all over myself, and parts of the blanket, creating a hot mess.

At that point she dismounted my face and went about cleaning my cum off her fingers. She didn't clean any off my body however, which I thought was odd. Usually after an orgasm she cleans us both up and then unties me.

I was lying there waiting for her to help me when I received an alarming message from her lips.

"I'm not getting you out. I'm leaving you tied here all night, while I sleep peacefully in the loungeroom."

I shook my head and tried to protest, but that didn't stop her from walking towards the bedroom door.

"You're staying here, and you can piss yourself for all I care. Have fun laying in your own filth all night," she said in a very serious and convincing tone.

Holly fuck, she's actually going to leave me here, after I just orgasmed! I thought to myself as panic filled my heart.

In a last minute decision however, she gave me the option to tap out, as she stood in the doorway ready to leave.

"Give me the signal and I might let you out," she said.

I hesitated to give her the hand signal, as I really wanted to call her bluff. But my hesitation didn't last very long, as I was too afraid she would leave.

I finally caved and gave her the damn signal, and thankfully she came back to untie me.

About 30 minutes later, when we were having a cigarette I said, "So tell me straight, were you actually going to leave me tied all night? I'm curious."

"Yeah most certainly. Originally I wasn't going to offer you a choice either," she replied.

I was truly astonished.

I will never doubt her ability to be a complete bitch ever again... and I am extremely grateful to have her.

I am grateful to have a Mistress that will push me, push what's possible, and ultimately push herself so that together we can break new boundaries.

I love her very much.

[El_llama]

Ooooh wow that's some heavy bondage. I love it