Everything of Value
Erc strained uncomfortably and uselessly at his tight bonds. He paused as a tall and elegant black clad figure strode into the room. With pained eyes he gazed up at the statuesque blonde woman looking down at him, a vicious looking crop that the terrified Eric knew all too well, in her left hand leather gloved and a pair of clinking metal handcuffs in her right. Eric dared to meet her pale blue eyes, but his tone was not defiant. “Please, ma’am,” he said plaintively, “what do you want? You have taken all of value that I have! Can’t you just leave me now?”
The woman, resplendent in her tight fitting leather look black dress, sheer black tights and heeled black shoes stared down at him with a mixture of amusement and contempt. “You think this is a simply a robbery?” she laughed. “That I am some kind of high end housebreaker?” Eric found himself nodding. She smiled, a sinister light in her eyes. “No, I have not yet taken everything of value from you.” Eric swallowed. “I have good news for you, my friend,” the beautiful virago continued, “I am going to untie you.” Hope leapt briefly in Eric’s heart - was his ordeal about to end? The woman soon crushed his brief surge of optimism. “But your bad news is that you will then be handcuffed, blindfolded and gagged,” she continued, “before you enjoy a long trip in the trunk of my car.” Even bound as he was, Eric’s shoulders visibly slumped. The young woman crouched next to her prisoner, her tight clothes stretching enticingly over her perfect figure, her lipsticked mouth close to his ear. “This is no mere robbery, my overpaid friend,” the girl whispered to him, with the faintest hint of an East European accent, “ this is a kidnapping.”
My interpretation of the story behind this excellent piece of fm bondage juxtaposition art by Tied Up At The Moment who can be found on Deviant Art
Her foot was already gently rubbing my crotch under the table!
“Daddy said you were a good worker. But I’ll decide just how good. You know what I want…..start at the heels and we’ll take it from there.”
After T’s first cum out of his cage after 3 months locked, I was hooked on keeping T’s dick locked in a cage. T was so horny for me all the time and my women’s support group were teaching me a lot. Meg introduced me to a woman doctor who would become my best friend and sometime lover, Dr. Dora. (She has a great tasting pussy and seems to like mine too) Dora became my advisor and soon she was helping me manage T’s poor locked dick. Dora had a bad marriage and she had developed an underground calling, castrations. She specialized in them for a fair amount of money. (more about that another time) I learned that all chastity cages are not equal. Some of the plastic ones are nothing but toys but so are several steel ones. A man needs one that has openings around the sides for long term wear to be kept clean in the shower. It is also important that the space between the end of the cage, (not the tip) and the ball ring be smaller than his balls or he can pull it out when it’s soft. His balls shouldn’t fit through the space or it can be pulled off. Also the tip can’t allow him too much stimulation or he can get off with his fingers. We settled on a thimble type that covers most of the head. It’s open on the sides except for bars so it can be kept clean. It also had to be somewhat snug and no longer than his soft dick. I ordered a special made one for T and it fit perfect. T was unable to get any stimulation unless I provided it. (Keep all you vibrators locked up too) Within 6 months T was attending our girl (Dom) parties naked as one of the servants. I was so proud of his pussy eating skills that I allowed him to show several of the other women. At one of these parties I made him bend over, grease up his ass, and let another woman fuck him for our entertainment. At that time all we could get up him was a nice fat 8 inch strap on but I’m happy to report that within a year I was able to peg his ass regularly with 10 inches, just the size I use on my pussy. Don’t you think your man should be able to take up his ass what you take up yours? By the time I was 52 I had totally stopped T from fucking me too. At first I would let him out every 2 or 3 months to climb on me but he would come within seconds of putting it up me. I was so stretched out from my big bulls dicks by then I couldn’t feel a thing. So I just started cuffing his hands behind him, unlocking his little dick and having him squirt in my hand. Then of course he licked it off my hands. (The poor dear hasn’t been in a pussy in close to 10 years now. The cage works. It’s shrunk his dick until he barely gets hard now.) Sometimes I would let T come after edging him for hours or I would ruin an orgasm for him. I enjoy that because a man is still so horny afterwards. I had many other men to fuck me then, (and now) with huge equipment so I didn’t need his tiny dick for fucking anymore. After having T locked for a couple years I began to wonder what it would be like to watch T suck a dick and get fucked by a real man. I watched one of my friend’s husband get fucked by a gay man at a party. He was so embarrassed but his wife snapped her fingers and he did it for us. We nearly rubbed our clits off watching him and hearing him moan. I wanted T to do that but T was terribly against it. You see, he’s very heterosexual, he loves women. But I wanted to see him suck a dick and take one up his ass. T was about to learn how painful his decision not to suck cock for me could be. A man’s balls are very tender and vulnerable. Maybe Dora and I could change his mind.
In the friend zone…
She tugs the leash firmly, her horse trotting ahead while her husband stumbles to keep up, snow crunching beneath his knees.
"If you don't keep up," she warns, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked smile, "you won’t get the privilege of licking my boots in front of my boyfriend. And we both know how much you crave that humiliation, don’t we?"
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