The Fourth Day - A Short Story. (M/f)

EvaWindborn · 03-12-2016, 08:23 PM

Greetings, the is the first story I've posted on here, and would welcome any constructive feedback you want to give ^_^ If the feeling arises, I might write a few more and flesh out things a little more. Thanks for reading <3
-Eva
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The relaxing break that was promised was lacking both a relaxing quality, at least as far as my point of view went. I’m sure my Master was having a wonderful time enjoying the villa that we had booked a few weeks ago with the intention of the aforementioned relaxing break.

The first day was a tell-tale sign that my expectations were flawed - leashed to an eyelet in the ceiling, forced to watch my Master eating dinner while I stood with legs taped into a cocoon. At least my hands were free; else I would have feared I’d fall over. The second was no better, shown into the basement and locked in there for what I think was most of the day. The third was purely about teasing my clit with a pair of vibrating panties while on walks, and now this.

I know it looks undignified, even if I can’t see it. I wince as my head bumps into a low hanging beam, recoiling backwards against a wall I could have sworn wasn’t behind me a moment ago. Something gently brushes my left calf and I jerk away - as best as I can while bound in this way. I blame my Master for my lack of balance - tall heels have a way of making a girl dance with every step, and the humming vibrator stuck deep inside me isn’t helping either. The angry complaint I had imagined makes itself known as more of a moan though, as pins dig into my nipples and the dildo in my ass jerks roughly. As far as I can tell it’s attached to a crotch rope which is being pulled taut and loose interchangeably while I reel in a mixture of pain and confusion. I hear a laugh to my left faintly – what I fear to be several laughs. At the thought of that I freeze, terrified.
The silence is punctuated by the variable buzz of my vibrator in a painfully embarrassing manner. My mind races through all the people who could be watching me, everyone who knows about this side of me and more to the point - everyone who doesn’t. I blush, not that anyone can see that under my latex hood. All they see are my crimson lips, standing out against the black ball stuck between them. Blinded, gagged, arms bound by rope from top to bottom, covered from head to toe in black glimmering latex. Completely helpless.

My hands extend from behind my back pulling that rope taut again as they attempt to feel the wall I thought I felt behind me. My fingers scrabble at air, before touching the harsh, uneven stone wall. I back against it and slowly shuffle to the side, feeling cornered. As my arms start to scrape against a second wall beside me the vibrator kicks into full gear; knocking me to the floor. I slide down the wall, head bent forwards in shame. I’m close to tears at the intensity. My nails dig into my ass, trying to hold on to the only thing they can in the same way my mind is. They both quickly fail, slipping onto my side and submitting to the all-consuming need at my core. The stabs across my breasts are ignored, they even feel good. There’s no question about if I feel good or bad about my ass, and my feet are certainly glad to get some form of rest.

It goes on and on …and on. Half of my mind is focused on the intense pleasure, the other crying with embarrassment at the show I must be giving. Writhing, rolling onto my stomach to grind against the floor in desperation. The frustrated moaning as the vibe fades back to a gentle teasing. I can’t help myself.

I’ve forgotten where I am, or the worry of who I’m with. I’ve become a simple creature with a simple need that makes simple noises. That simple need has been kept from me. Thirty minutes later, as the pleasure and the vibrations are turned off - fading away into nothing - I cry out. I sob and pressing my crotch into the floor mindlessly. I slowly come to my senses; I am painfully aware of the stabbing sensation in my breasts, and the sweat. I’d still choose to cum or rub my nipples before I asked for a bath, but I’m certain I was dripping for two reasons.

As I ready myself to angrily struggle to stand up and regain a shred of dignity, I feel a cold touch on my cheek.

“Shush my pet. Relax.” murmurs a soft yet commanding tone close to my ear.

I whimper and press my head against the cool hand.

“One last punishment my pet.” A leash is clipped onto my collar, and I’m helped to my feet. I don’t complain about the light squeeze on my butt, busy relying on my Master to support me. My legs are feeble, but they hold steady enough to be escorted out of the room. When we get to the stairs, I’m pulled up them on my knees. The dildo fucks me as I climb up them. It takes a few minutes. By the time we get to the top of them I’m wishing my hands were free so I could crawl.

I’m led out onto the courtyard, the cool night air welcome on the few spots of skin that can feel it. From the paving I’m pulled onto the grass turf garden, where I’m gently lowered to the ground. The ankle straps of my heels are unlocked to my great joy, allowing my toes to stretch and feel the grass beneath them; a welcome change. I am rolled onto my back pinning my arms behind me and the crotch zip of my catsuit is unlocked and opened. I inhale with joy. A finger penetrates me for a moment, pulls at the remote vibrator, and places a second one cautiously against my clit, before zipping it back up and locking it. I breathe out and go limp.

I lie on the floor, breathing raggedly for a few minutes when my leash is tugged incredibly lightly as if being tied to something.

“Your leash has been attached to a rope which is wrapped around this tree.” I assume he is talking about the central tree in the garden, a neat birch. “You’ll have to walk around it quite a few times to get free. I’d say 100 laps or so, but I lost count while wrapping it.” he muses, tugging at the leash to indicate the right direction. “Oh, and your vibrator remotes should be in reach by the time you’re about halfway done. If I see you change the settings on them, you’re getting locked back in chastity for the rest of the month with no touching at all by the time you make it back in here.”

I shiver despite the heat all over my body at the thought and bow my head submissively.

“Glad to see you understand.” With the briefest warning of a rush of air a bucket of shockingly cold water lands on my exhausted latex clad form, causing me to emit the loudest scream I have ever managed to make past this gag. “Good pet.” He mutters and turns both vibrators to a subtly pulsating rhythm, dropping the remote a few metres away. While walking away he takes one final parting shot, revealing the reasoning for the week’s punishments.

“Never assume you’re allowed to cum when I’ve not explicitly permitted it again, slut.”

He’s a bastard, and I love him for it.

…Just not right now.

03-12-2016, 08:23 PM	#1
EvaWindborn Junior Member Join Date: Apr 2015 Location: Ohio Posts: 29	The Fourth Day - A Short Story. (M/f) Greetings, the is the first story I've posted on here, and would welcome any constructive feedback you want to give ^_^ If the feeling arises, I might write a few more and flesh out things a little more. Thanks for reading <3 -Eva ________________________________ The relaxing break that was promised was lacking both a relaxing quality, at least as far as my point of view went. I’m sure my Master was having a wonderful time enjoying the villa that we had booked a few weeks ago with the intention of the aforementioned relaxing break. The first day was a tell-tale sign that my expectations were flawed - leashed to an eyelet in the ceiling, forced to watch my Master eating dinner while I stood with legs taped into a cocoon. At least my hands were free; else I would have feared I’d fall over. The second was no better, shown into the basement and locked in there for what I think was most of the day. The third was purely about teasing my clit with a pair of vibrating panties while on walks, and now this. I know it looks undignified, even if I can’t see it. I wince as my head bumps into a low hanging beam, recoiling backwards against a wall I could have sworn wasn’t behind me a moment ago. Something gently brushes my left calf and I jerk away - as best as I can while bound in this way. I blame my Master for my lack of balance - tall heels have a way of making a girl dance with every step, and the humming vibrator stuck deep inside me isn’t helping either. The angry complaint I had imagined makes itself known as more of a moan though, as pins dig into my nipples and the dildo in my ass jerks roughly. As far as I can tell it’s attached to a crotch rope which is being pulled taut and loose interchangeably while I reel in a mixture of pain and confusion. I hear a laugh to my left faintly – what I fear to be several laughs. At the thought of that I freeze, terrified. The silence is punctuated by the variable buzz of my vibrator in a painfully embarrassing manner. My mind races through all the people who could be watching me, everyone who knows about this side of me and more to the point - everyone who doesn’t. I blush, not that anyone can see that under my latex hood. All they see are my crimson lips, standing out against the black ball stuck between them. Blinded, gagged, arms bound by rope from top to bottom, covered from head to toe in black glimmering latex. Completely helpless. My hands extend from behind my back pulling that rope taut again as they attempt to feel the wall I thought I felt behind me. My fingers scrabble at air, before touching the harsh, uneven stone wall. I back against it and slowly shuffle to the side, feeling cornered. As my arms start to scrape against a second wall beside me the vibrator kicks into full gear; knocking me to the floor. I slide down the wall, head bent forwards in shame. I’m close to tears at the intensity. My nails dig into my ass, trying to hold on to the only thing they can in the same way my mind is. They both quickly fail, slipping onto my side and submitting to the all-consuming need at my core. The stabs across my breasts are ignored, they even feel good. There’s no question about if I feel good or bad about my ass, and my feet are certainly glad to get some form of rest. It goes on and on …and on. Half of my mind is focused on the intense pleasure, the other crying with embarrassment at the show I must be giving. Writhing, rolling onto my stomach to grind against the floor in desperation. The frustrated moaning as the vibe fades back to a gentle teasing. I can’t help myself. I’ve forgotten where I am, or the worry of who I’m with. I’ve become a simple creature with a simple need that makes simple noises. That simple need has been kept from me. Thirty minutes later, as the pleasure and the vibrations are turned off - fading away into nothing - I cry out. I sob and pressing my crotch into the floor mindlessly. I slowly come to my senses; I am painfully aware of the stabbing sensation in my breasts, and the sweat. I’d still choose to cum or rub my nipples before I asked for a bath, but I’m certain I was dripping for two reasons. As I ready myself to angrily struggle to stand up and regain a shred of dignity, I feel a cold touch on my cheek. “Shush my pet. Relax.” murmurs a soft yet commanding tone close to my ear. I whimper and press my head against the cool hand. “One last punishment my pet.” A leash is clipped onto my collar, and I’m helped to my feet. I don’t complain about the light squeeze on my butt, busy relying on my Master to support me. My legs are feeble, but they hold steady enough to be escorted out of the room. When we get to the stairs, I’m pulled up them on my knees. The dildo fucks me as I climb up them. It takes a few minutes. By the time we get to the top of them I’m wishing my hands were free so I could crawl. I’m led out onto the courtyard, the cool night air welcome on the few spots of skin that can feel it. From the paving I’m pulled onto the grass turf garden, where I’m gently lowered to the ground. The ankle straps of my heels are unlocked to my great joy, allowing my toes to stretch and feel the grass beneath them; a welcome change. I am rolled onto my back pinning my arms behind me and the crotch zip of my catsuit is unlocked and opened. I inhale with joy. A finger penetrates me for a moment, pulls at the remote vibrator, and places a second one cautiously against my clit, before zipping it back up and locking it. I breathe out and go limp. I lie on the floor, breathing raggedly for a few minutes when my leash is tugged incredibly lightly as if being tied to something. “Your leash has been attached to a rope which is wrapped around this tree.” I assume he is talking about the central tree in the garden, a neat birch. “You’ll have to walk around it quite a few times to get free. I’d say 100 laps or so, but I lost count while wrapping it.” he muses, tugging at the leash to indicate the right direction. “Oh, and your vibrator remotes should be in reach by the time you’re about halfway done. If I see you change the settings on them, you’re getting locked back in chastity for the rest of the month with no touching at all by the time you make it back in here.” I shiver despite the heat all over my body at the thought and bow my head submissively. “Glad to see you understand.” With the briefest warning of a rush of air a bucket of shockingly cold water lands on my exhausted latex clad form, causing me to emit the loudest scream I have ever managed to make past this gag. “Good pet.” He mutters and turns both vibrators to a subtly pulsating rhythm, dropping the remote a few metres away. While walking away he takes one final parting shot, revealing the reasoning for the week’s punishments. “Never assume you’re allowed to cum when I’ve not explicitly permitted it again, slut.” He’s a bastard, and I love him for it. …Just not right now.