She finally gave it up, all of this for a three of diamonds.

Only our fourth scene encounter but so far we have been exceeding each other’s expectations. I am a rookie at this; she has the experience in the lifestyle and has shown great patience, kindness and “mercy” to me. No safe words used yet but I know she could make me sing it out very quickly if she wanted too.

Her being the pain slut has made it somewhat miserable for me. I have come to love this woman, (do not want a relationship but I think I see it coming.) It tears me up to whip and beat and torture her hot ass body but it is what she wants, craves, grows with and gets major release from. Up until today she had not relented. I hope I have not hurt her feelings but she had it coming, as I’m sure I will at our next meeting.


The session started just about four hours ago and aftercare is starting. She was not bound, bent over a lounge chair taking a cane to her firm round ass. She moved swiftly when asked then endured a longing whip and then a flogger. I could see the high she was on, (it was probably close to what I looked like last month after a five hour bondage/teasing/introduction to pain session.)

I had not specified the pain part of it and she kind of scared me. But it felt life changing! I am still not over it, in a good way.

Lowering her from her standing position she was laid face down on the floor, seated on her lower back I slowly braided a rope into her long black hair, my wet member resting on her spine. I attached her wrist, elbows, boobs, midsection, thigh and ankle ropes to the clevis hook then added thigh and legs wraps. Slowly lifting her off of the floor, a few adjustments she is now hanging at waist level.

Her firm and toned body works a little with the bondage and I can see she could stay here all day as I work and rub a little life back into her very red backside, her refusing any aloe, not wanting to give away any of the pain. I think she is in wonderland right now and my excitement is very solid but that will have to wait.

I got to my brand new, (clean and tested) butt plug and combo G-spot/clit vibrator dildo out and put them right in front of her as she was shaking her head no. I raised her up to chest level and whispered into her ear. “Do you remember you safe word? Show me” She gave the visual signal and I asked her if she wanted to use it. Ha! Permission.


I worked her sex a little with my mouth, got her very close and stopped. Ignoring her begging and pleading I lubed up the butt plug and slowly got it started, a little more, little more and bam, it’s home, (it is rather small for a butt plug but I think it has a chainsaw motor inside.) I add a short section of rope and insert the G-spot / clit vibrator and get it lined up and tied at the base and it looks like a perfect fit and placement.

Rolling the portable massage table under her I take my place on it. (Last night she totally blew any massage I ever received out of the water even without a happy ending.) I just look into her eyes and feel so lost but am resolved not to show it. I the “Dom” am powerless to get the secret information within the parameters that have been set without breaking this woman. Sure, I could just beat her until she relented, (maybe next time?) but that does not give her what she needs.
This D/s relationship seems backwards for us, way new terroriorry for me so I am good either way. But when I top she gets what she wants and vice versa. At least it sounds backwards, any help on this? Please suggest it but this is working very well for us.

For the first time I am confident, very comfortable, watching her squirm, unable to climax, bound, suspended, helpless… I just need to decide how long to make her wait, either way, she is going to talk before release.

I show her the wireless remotes for the combo vibe and butt plug and yes, they cost a bunch! Setting both to the random setting, level two; the look on her face was priceless when the butt plug spun up to level ten for calibration. This will be fun, screw those whips and floggers!

Teasing her nipples and caressing every part of her body I can reach, especially her face, ears and nose with no pain she is now begging me to “Please f&%k me” Placing my middle finger between her clit and the very intermittent vibrating sex toy that is starting to drive her crazy I dampen a pretty intense and short burst of energy pushing her frustration level just a little deeper.

The look on her face, no real way to describe it. Haggard, intense but relaxed, bound, but free? I almost do not recognize her, but do. She looks like I felt last month; I came so close to the safe word. I cannot, under any circumstance, push her past that word. Give me that edge! I quickly remove my finger as the vibe starts and watch her face and body move into it and then, it is gone.

Her eyes are begging and she just blurts out, “Finish me”

“Careful now” I told her.

Her eyes are just burning through me, begging and pleading. Her sex is dripping, fingering her and pushing the vibe out of the way I finger and thumb her just like she showed me, just to the edge, fighting for space/displacing the electric cock, bringing her right to the edge and keeping her there, not letting her go over, just as the vibes kick in I manual control them to level ten with my finger on the stop buttons, bam. Just caught it, her panting, moaning, almost to a scream, dripping sweat… Back to level two.

The look I get, pissed, but loving, mad, horny, HOT! And helpless...

Both of us got water but only one walked out of the door, her, dangling after a little kiss and push, slowly swaying to a stop with the baby monitor out of sight. Both vibes set to a slow but steady teasing, a constant reminder of who is in control. Hopefully enough to make her crack and give up the info in exchange for an orgasm.

Let’s see, she did Italian, I am going to do American. I prep two beautiful rib eyes, salt, pepper, garlic salt and a little, (three time what you would think is normal) kosher salt, olive oil and butter on the counter, prep a really nice fresh salad, potatoes in the oven and now typing…..this, or starting to, with a raging…well, you know. I prep the garlic cheese bread with real butter and quietly make my way upstairs.

Still hanging around I see “as I walk into the room, she is somehow facing the door, her braided ponytail holding her head high after the last adjustment. “Finally ready to play?” she said with an exasperated look on her face.

Teased again as another wave rushed over her from the level two vibes and just as quickly stopped. She had not given me any reason to gag her, I really want to, but we have rules

Approaching with a glass of ice water, which she drinks heartily I check the bondage; I love these knots, killer for suspension, six wraps and a dead knot (she taught me). This girl is dripping all over the floor and the vibes kick in and I just have to watch, her pushing down toward the floor, the bondage, gripping her tight and then the vibes stop.

“Can I get you anything?” I ask her.

“No sir”

Giving her a long and slow very deep passionate kiss I whisper into her ear, “Give up the information please”

She just smiled and said “No thank you sir” I told her I could just leave her here all night, bound and helpless, hanging on the edge of climax until she relented. She responded, “Do what you must, Sir”

I hear the timer on the stove go off and moved toward the door instructing her not to go anywhere. A little more prep in the kitchen and I am back upstairs getting undressed. She is intently and seductively staring at my very firm cock as I again climb on the massage table after adjusting the hair rope so she can look down at me.

After a few very good kisses I grabbed the remotes and settled under her. Random, level seven and enter and her eyes lit up and then closed. She is panting and moaning toward the first of many explosions when her body tensed and shuttered and she let out a minor scream that was not stopping. She is breathing wildly as she gets ready for the next orgasm. The view I have is unbelievable, she is trying to move in a very strict and bound state like she is trying to escape the next orgasm as she comes again and again.

I ratchet up the butt plug a little and her eyes open as she has another intense orgasm. They are almost right on top of each other now, almost continual. As one moment she is fighting and then the next surrendering to it. Wave after wave, her screams very loud, her body tense unable to control any of this. Her eyes are closed tightly when suddenly she makes eye contact and has another climax that did not seem to stop.

The bondage is holding very well for all of her effort against it and she is swinging slightly above me as she continues to come over and over again. OK then, level ten, random and enter for both toys. She let out a very deep moan as she rode another very intense climax.

“Mercy please” she managed to say between convolutions.

“Information first please”

“Please sir, Mercy Please!” As another wave consumed her and took over her body. She was fighting for breath as the next wave hit and she let out another very deep moan as her body shook into one constant giant climax that was not stopping. Her eyes are open but rolled back as she is shaking her head back and forth and trying to say something. Oh shit! That is the safe signal. I turn both units off as quick as I can. How long did it take me to see that? Shit!

She is shaking and panting trying to catch her breath, covered in sweat and I am covered with her bodily fluid. She looks like she has just been through world war three, her eyes are still closed as she barley mumbles; “three of diamonds, three of diamonds, three of diamonds” as she slumped into the bondage.

I quickly lowered her down and untied all of the bondage. As I gently rolled her over she had a very content look on her face and as she opened her eyes she cracked a sly smile and repeated, “three of diamonds” She is still shaking but has caught her breath and is starting to move her limbs as she reaches up and pulls me in for a short kiss and then whispers into my ear. Good job stud!

Aftercare is not normally something she needs but tonight was a little different for her. We had a very good meal and starting to sack out when she pulled the covers back and proceeded to give me an amazing blow job. A sperm laded kiss goodnight and we both passed out, both very happy and content. I feel I have accomplished a great deal but am now a little worried about our next meeting. Probably not a smart move but I think I will leave it up to her.

The End


The lock on the door clicked as I turned the key. The flight had been long, the seats had been uncomfortable and my husband had forgotten to pick me up from the airport. As I opened the front door to our house I shrugged my travel bag off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Unpacking could wait until tomorrow!


I slipped off my smart high heeled shoes and padded up the staircase, my nylon covered feet made very little sound on the carpet until I reached the creaky step. Our house was old and it had more than it's fair share of noisy floorboards and wonky walls!

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As I slipped into the bedroom I could see my husband curled up under the covers. Quietly I peeled off my clothes and slid between the warm sheets alongside his naked body, my hand traced his unconscious boner as I settled into place.

In the warm room my eyes drooped as I relaxed into the deep pillows.

"I didn't know you'd be back tonight..." Muttered my husband behind a yawn, the erection beneath the sheets fading.

Something wasn't right...

Quickly I shuffled to the edge of the bed and glanced over the side. My husband jumped as my eyes adjusted to the dark.

"It's not what you think..." He began, it was exactly what I thought! There, under the bed, naked as the day she was born was a pretty little blonde. With rope tied around her ankles, knees and wrists she couldn't move anywhere in a hurry.

Leaping out of my bed I confronted my husband "Out!"

Silently he reached for his trousers but I shook my head. "Out!" I repeated. Despite his protestations he was soon outside the front door, exposed to the elements watching helplessly as I turned the key in the lock.

I pulled the curtains closed. He could find himself somewhere else to sleep tonight!

With my husband safely evicted I returned to the bedroom to find his muse.

I don't actually mind my husband playing around, we both work crazy hours all around the world and sometimes a quick shag on the side is a great end to an evening. The reason my husband was currently circling our house looking for a way in while cupping his genitals with both hands was the fact his latest squeeze was in my bedroom, in my sheets while I'm waiting for him to pick me up from the airport!

In not a sadistic woman by nature but I was going to have fun now. There was no way this little blonde beauty was ever going to want to sleep with my husband again!

I examined the pretty little thing as I re entered the bedroom. I knew from experience that my husband's bondage skills were second only to the professionals and in testament to them the captured beauty had only managed to struggle a few feet across the floor. I had to admit, the man had taste. The pint sized cutie had a pretty face behind her bedraggled hair, her ass was perfectly complemented by the bindings around her knees and ankles and the expression of fear on her face was priceless. I noticed for the first time a dark red rubber ball protruding from her lips, the bastard had used my ball gag on her!
It took a minute for me to reassure the trembling girl, I wasn't going to hurt her! Quickly I reached into the discarded bondage bag which lay a few feet away, to her surprise I fastened her elbows together tightly with a length of matching hemp rope. Manhandling the young woman was a simple task and moments later I was examining my prisoner's breasts. The fleshy tits rolled under my hands and her nipples hardened to my touch. Wasting no time I retrieved another length of hemp rope and wrapped them firmly until the restricted blood flow caused them to darken and swell.

With my slave moaning under my touch I rolled her onto the floor in preparation for the hogtie.

The young girl's back arched beautifully as I tightened the ropes, with her weight resting on her bound tits and her arms and legs completely immobilised she had no chance to resist as I braided the rope into her hair and forced her head back towards her bound toes. Lost in the intensity of the moment she closed her eyes, relinquishing control to her new mistress.

Satisfied that my prisoner's bondage was complete I sat myself down in front of her. I was very aware of my nudity as I placed one leg either side of her bound frame. With her hair tied to her toes there was nowhere for her to look other than at my neatly trimmed pussy.

"Right." I stated as I pushed some stray bangs from her eyes "you've been fucking my husband which I believe makes you indebted to me. I'm going to take your gag out and when I do you're going to use that pretty little mouth of yours to make me cum." She looked nervously at me "Right now you're weighing your options but remember I've been in that hogtie, you think that's tight? Believe me it's not tight until those sexy toes of yours are pressed against the top of your head!" Her eyes widened.

Slowly I removed the gag from her mouth and slid forward on the carpet. "And once you've made me cum I'm going to ensure that you never want to fuck my husband again!"

Apparently convinced by my threat and eager to make sure she pleased me before I took my revenge the bound girl began eagerly lapping away at my pussy. I love oral sex from almost any participant but there's something special about getting it from another woman. Perhaps it's their awareness of how good it feels? Whatever the reason my slave's enthusiasm left nothing to be desired. The sight of her hair tugging her feet each time her head moved only added to the eroticism.

Despite briefly attempting to hold back the tide I could feel my orgasm bearing down on me like a tidal wave. Caught in the moment I pulled my prisoner's head deep into my pussy. Ignoring her muffled cries of protest at her pulled hair I thrashed in pleasure as the climax escaped me.

Glowing with the aftermath I looked at my slave, forcefully I rolled her onto her side. Lovingly I stroked my tingling clit, enjoying the sensations as the wave faded. My fingers were dripping wet...

"I can see two ways to do this," I addressed the bound girl lying on her side before me "I don't want you fucking my husband again... So we have two options. Pain," I slapped down hard on her bound breast, the sensitive flesh shook on impact and the girl cried out "or pleasure..." I slipped my well lubricated hand between her immobilised thighs and made contact with her clit. Her eyes closed and she shuddered in response "so which will it be?" I asked.

"Please don't hit me..." she muttered between gasps. So it was decided, I was going to make this slave cum until she begged for mercy. If she'd desired my husband that was nothing to how she'd feel after a session with me! With a wicked grin on my face I slipped my finger deep into her pussy.

Toying with a girl whose legs are bound together is not easy, the key is lots of lubrication. After squeezing almost an entire tube onto my hand I easily slipped my fingers between the thighs of my captive. The girl offered no resistance as I massaged her clit, driving her wild with my hands. First one finger then another slipped inside her, attacking her g-spot from within and toying with her clit with my thumb drove the poor girl over the edge.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the orgasm rushed over her, her mouth opened and she gasped skyward as I continued my relentless assault on her pussy. With no chance of escape and no lull in my work the pint sized blonde was helpless.

I had begun to lose track of the poor girl’s orgasms but after either five or six I relented. The tiny creature was now a puddle of juices, sweat and bliss in my arms. Gently I held her head, wrapping my arms around her tightly bound frame.

"So, do we understand each other?" I asked. Carefully she nodded, her hair was still tethered to her feet and restricted her movement. Reluctantly I released my play thing, she’d been a most enjoyable evening of entertainment. Shakely she gathered her clothes from various corners of the room before padding down the stairs and letting herself out.

I never did find out her name...

The End






My phone rang one Saturday morning a couple of months ago. It was my brother, Sam, asking me to check on his daughter, Lisa, as he and his wife hadn’t heard from her in over a week. I told him I’d take ride over to her place and tell her to give him a call. I called her myself and got no answer so I hopped in my truck and headed out to the outskirts of town.

Now a little bit of background on my family. Sam is my older brother, ten years older and retired military. He followed in Dad’s footsteps, going to military school and enlisting in the service right after graduation. He married Jenny twenty-six years ago and had only one child, Lisa. Dad had been a life time army guy, retiring to settle down here after Mom’s health began to fail. Sam managed to get transferred to a nearby base in order to help them out. Mom passed away a few months later and Dad followed her a year after, leaving the house and everything to Sam.

I was the family’s black sheep. I was the exact opposite of Sam. I hated authority, wanted nothing to do with the military and was almost thrown out of every school I attended. I was always in trouble for something. My only redeeming quality was my love of football. I was good at it and my coaches were what kept me from being expelled. I planned on a pro career but blew out my knee and ended up with no hope of recovering fully. So, I packed my bags and set off to find myself. After a few years of roaming the country doing whatever jobs were available, I came back and got a job at the local lumber mill. I got an apartment and a truck, and did what I could to help my folks, too. We all shared a love/hate kind of relationship. We were family but never got along very well, except for me and Lisa. She was seventeen when I met her and we hit it off really well. We got along too well, in Sam’s opinion. She was more like me than him.

Lisa worked for a doctor in town and stayed at the house with Sam and Jenny, until Sam took a job at the military school he’d graduated from. He couldn’t, or wouldn’t, pass up the opportunity to run the school and try to make more clones of him. So, he and Jenny packed their bags and headed out of state and on to bigger and better things. Lisa got the house and I promised to look after her. That’s why Sam called me.

Ten minutes after his call, I pulled into Lisa’s driveway. Her car was there but there was no sign of her being home. “Probably off with some friends”, I thought as I walked up to the door. I have a key to the place and used it to let myself in. the house was quiet. I called Lisa’s name and thought I heard something upstairs. I called out again as I climbed the stairs and definitely heard a whimper coming from Lisa’s room. I rushed through the door expecting to find her hurt or sick. Instead of that, I found my niece hogtied on the floor with handcuffs and chains. What really shocked me was that she didn’t have a stitch of clothes on!

Thinking the worst, I ran to her side and removed the gag she had on. She gasped out a thank you and asked me to get her loose. I asked what had happened and how she got like that. She shocked me again by telling me she’d done it herself and got stuck. When her release mechanism dropped the keys they bounced under her bed out of reach. I found the keys and unlocked the chain connecting her wrists and ankles, but left the cuffs in place. I picked her up and sat her on the bed then sat down at her vanity to ask more questions.

“Lisa, what in hell were you thinking, doing something like this? Don’t you realize what could have happened to you?”

“Uncle Johnny, please let me go so I can put something on… This is embarrassing!”

“Answer my questions and maybe I will. What if I was out of town or the house caught fire? No one would have known you were here and helpless.”

“I know it was stupid but I knew there was some risk involved. That’s why I did it. The thought of getting caught and the fear of something beyond my control happening turns me on….”

She hung her head in shame at what she just told me. The look on her face almost got to me and she started to sob.

“I really never wanted to get caught like this. I don’t know how I would have gotten free if you hadn’t stopped by. I wish I’d never done it.”

“Just be glad your dad called me and not the police. They would have called him and told him what was going on.”

“Won’t you?”

“No, I’ll call him but I won’t tell him about this. I know how bad his reaction would be. He would lose his mind! I can just picture him rushing back here to beat that pretty little ass of yours until you couldn’t sit for a week.”

“Uncle Johnny, please, I’m embarrassed enough already. Don’t talk about my body like that.”

“I’ll talk any way I please, young lady. Now, I know you’re an adult but you need to be punished for being so stupid. You took a big risk and you have to pay the price for it. I thought you trusted me enough to talk to me about anything. After all, you told me about everything from work to the guys you dated. Why weren’t you honest enough to talk to me about this?”

“I guess I thought this was too personal. I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to think I was a freak or something.”

“If you’d come to me and talked about it we could have worked something out. We could have agreed on something like you calling me and letting me know you needed to do this and that I should come over if I didn’t hear from you in a given period of time. That way I could have made some excuse when Sam called me today or I would have been here sooner to help you. How long were you like this?”

“Since then yesterday morning. I only wanted to be like this for a couple hours but the keys bounced and I couldn’t get them. I tried all day and most of the night but there was no way I could reach them. I’m sorry I was so stupid. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never do this again.”

I sat looking at her for a few minutes without speaking. She is a beautiful girl, slender and athletically built. I suppose a few years of marshal arts training will do that. Her long brown hair hung down over her face as some tears ran down her cheeks. I couldn’t keep her like this much longer. It was time for a confession of my own and an agreement between us.

“Lisa, I know this will shock you a bit but you and I aren’t that much different. Your dad said you are more like me than like him. I don’t think he ever realized just how true that is. I completely understand how you feel when you do this. I’ve done it many times myself.”

“What? You tie yourself up, too?”

“Not often, but yes, I do. I prefer having someone else tie me but its not always easy to find a partner.”

“I know, I’ve only had one guy do it and he wasn’t really into it.”

“I want to suggest something before I unlock your cuffs. I think we can help each other find some satisfaction here. What I’m suggesting is a partnership of sorts. Whenever one of us has the urge to be restrained we call the other and set up a session. It can be a solo session like you did now or one where we tie each other.”

Lisa looked at me in silence. She looked confused for a second or two as my last sentence sank in.

“You would let me tie you up?”
“Yes, anyway and anywhere you’d like. And, I would get to tie you up as well, as I see fit.”
“Well, it might be fun, definitely interesting. And if you promise that my folks won’t find out about it.”
“Don’t worry about your folks. I don’t need Sam coming back to shoot me for messing with his daughter. Even though we’re brothers he would kill me for this.”

After a minute or two of consideration she agreed. I finally released her to use the bathroom and call Sam. She told him that she’d been camping with some friends and her cell’s battery had died. Lisa went on to tell him that I’d found out where she was from a friend and tracked her down for him. She also told him, with a sheepish grin, that from now on, she would let me know what she was up to so that no one had to worry. After she hung up I told her to get dressed and we went to lunch where we discussed our new relationship.