Part 3
I left Anneri alone in the dungeon, still strapped into the chair.
The name business wouldn't have mattered much to me, but it was so
important to her that I felt it was imperative to have her renounce
her name to make her submission complete. Cynical being that I am
I would have happily renounced my name in such circumstances and
never felt a thing, but Anneri was so young and principled that such
pragmatism was hard for her, and she needed some time alone to
recover from her humiliation. The chair was painful, but there
wasn't any way for her to injure herself while strapped into it.
Naturally, I wasn't going to leave her helpless and unobserved,
so I repaired to my observation post. This was, of course, merely
a case of exercising my responsibilty to her, as her Top, not to
leave her helpless and alone; the chance to watch her cry while she
thought she had a moment of privacy had nothing to do with it (the
videotape ? I was just testing the equipment ! ). But she did cry
prettily.
When she'd stopped crying and had enough time to regain her
composure, I returned to release her. It had always been my plan
to move her from the dungeon to the playroom so that our session
could conclude with pleasure, but I wanted to bring her down first.
I hadn't counted on her being as strong as she had turned out to be,
though, and had hurt her more than I had originally expected to, so
this was going to be a bit harder than expected. I needed very much
to make this an experience she would remember fondly, mostly because
I really did care for her, partly because she wasn't very likely to
play again if I didn't. The thought that when playing a game of
nonconsensual consent it was critical that the bottom believe *after*
the game that what had transpired was what she had consented to did
make an appearance in my mind. A couple appearances, actually.
I came behind the chair and stroked Ann's hair, then caressed her
shoulders and neck before bending down to kiss her face. My hands
dropped to her breasts and began fondling them. I moved around to
the front so I could better read her still downcast, pouting face as
I continued to stroke her breasts and finger her nipples, then after
a few moments I leaned forwards and kissed her on the mouth. She
didn't resist but her passive reaction was disturbing. "You seem
a bit down", I told her. "We'll have to find a way to get you
laughing again". I undid the knee and ankle straps on her right
leg and lifted her leg by the heel, causing her to grimace.
"A little stiff, huh ?", I asked as I rubbed her leg. I repeated
the process on her left leg, then undid her elbow and wrist straps.
I wrapped cloth strips around each wrist, then tied her wrists
together with one end of a twelve foot rope. Moving behind her
again, I undid the shoulder straps and began massaging her shoulders
and neck, then undid the waist belt and took her by the elbow and
helped her from the chair, and half carried her to a bench on which
I had spread a soft blanket to cushion her sore buttocks. I lowered
a chain from above her and tied the other end of the rope to a link
in the chain, then raised it again. I then opened the stocks
connected to the bench on which Anneri sat, and placed her feet in
the cushioned openings before locking them shut again. Her ankles
had a little room to move but not enough that she could ever extract
her feet. "You still seem a little depressed, dear" I told her as I
turned away to remove some toys from the wall, and when I came back
to her I had a heavy flogger in each hand. "I think I know just what
will loosen you up", I told her as her eyes went wide with
apprehension. "It's so much better if you don't know where or when
it's coming', I told her as wrapped an Ace bandage around her eyes.
I then started circling her, silently, round and round as she futiley
followed my footsteps, turning her face towards the sound as if she
expected to see the first stroke through the bandage. She didn't,
of course, and it took her completely by surprise as it slashed
across her rips, each stroke quickly followed by another.
"EEEEE", she shrieked. "STOP IT - EEEEYYYCKK - HAA HA HAHAHAHA -
STOP PLEASE HAHAHA PLEASE STOP". But there was no mercy for her as
the feathers found their targets again and again no matter how
violently she twisted to avoid them, no matter how she piteously
she shrieked, despite her most heartrending pleas for mercy or her
most salacious offers of alternative action. At last they stopped,
giving the trembling, gasping girl a chance to recover her breath
and her dignity, for the tear stains were showing though the bandage
and she had been on the brink of sobbing. I knelt behind her, a tiny
woman on a low bench, and my head was level with hers, and I kissed
her shoulders and neck as I caressed her heaving breasts, then
started slowly tracing the path of her spine with soft kisses. After
making a complete circuit, I rose, and began to circle her again, as
ominously as I was able (fortunately I was wearing loose pants
today). After a couple passes I struck again, this time on her
belly, but with a briefer assault that stopped after the laughter
but before the tears, then resumed my circling, striking as randomly
as I could at her ribs, sides, belly, and of course her madly
squirming feet, which at times presented a sufficiently mobile target
that I had to drop the feathers and grasp a foot with one hand while
tickling it with the other. Despite the recovery times she was now
crying at each touch and I judged she would soon lose control
completely. As delightful as I would have found that on other
occasions, her psyche needed some recovery time, so I discontinued
this torment.
"Are you about to piss yourself, my dear ?". I'm still not entirely
sure when Ann's blushing (I plan to put the matter to the test until
I can read that indicator as well as any other), but I think she
blushed. "Can't have that, can we ?", I said, and unlocked the
stocks and freed her legs (raising her feet, I couldn't resist the
urge to administer a quick tickle), then lowered the chain and
untied the end of the rope. I removed the wet bandage, then took
her by the arm to lead her to the bathroom. Ann was a bit unsteady,
so I put my arm around her waist and held her against me as we walked.
"After having been tied up all day I imagine you need to relieve
yourself", I told her. She looked around the room for the
porcelain throne, then asked "Where ?".
"There in the corner, where the footpads are", I said. She looked
at me quizzically. "Here", I said, leading her to the place,
putting her feet on the footpads, and tossing the other end of the
wrist rope over a bar above her, then tying it to a ring in the wall,
leaving her naked, legs spread and arms held above her as she stood
over a trough set into the floor, "Go ahead".
"You expect me to go HERE ?", she said.
"I know you're going to go quite soon, and I would prefer it was
there; it'd be much less messy. The hygiene is adequate, and in
any event I won't make it your responsibility to clean the toilet.
However, if you empty yourself someplace else you will be
responsible for cleaning it up".
"Alright, I'll go here", she said, somewhat testily. We both
waited. "Well, would you MIND ?", she asked.
"I don't mind at all", I said, and we waited some more.
"Well, would you please leave ?"
"No"
"You're going to stand there and watch ?"
"Yes"
"NOW I know you're sick".
"Why ?"
"WHY ?"
"That was my question"
"You stand around watching women piss and you don't think that's
sick ?"
"No, but I'm very gratified to hear that you do, it will make this
more fun. I really don't understand this particular scruple of
yours - I mean, what secrets do you think you're about to reveal ? -
but it's amusing to help you overcome it. What do you have to worry
about ? I haven't said anything about collecting the urine and
showering you with it, or making you drink it, or doing anything
other than performing a perfectly natural function".
She got a funny look then, and asked "What exactly do you plan to do
with this piss ?"
"That would be telling".
"Well, if you're not telling, I'm not going"
"You're not going anywhere until you go here"
"Shit"
"If you like"
She didn't say anything for some time; whether she was being stubborn,
or whether she just couldn't do it with me watching was unclear,
though her squirming suggested the latter. I got out the board and
started placing two piles of stones. "Care for a game while we wait ?",
I asked her.
"A game ? Don't you have enough games going on right now ? What
game do you suggest we play now ?", she asked. I gestured towards
the board. "OHHHH", she groaned. "Pleeeese", she whined, "pin me,
stun me, but please don't pun me, THAT I can't bear".
It was immaterial anyway, since she soon began to relieve herself,
emptying what must have been an uncomfortably full bladder; we wouldn't
have had time to get Going anyway.
Helpful soul that I am (even if many do consider me a heel), I
decided I would do Ann the service of washing and drying her
between the legs, and being a very thorough soul as well, I followed
that up with a diligent visual and tactile examination of the area.
It's important to be thorough, for while my initial probes had
indicated that the task had been accomplished, later probings found
additional moisture; this seemed to be causing Ann some distress, so
I untied the rope and moved her to a table in the dungeon. I tied
the end of the rope to a ring in the floor, being sure to tie it off
in such a way as to remove most of the slack, then placed Ann's legs
in the stirrups of the table and strapped them down to try to assure
a stable workplace. I repeated my explorations and found that the
situation was much worse than it had seemed, Ann was very wet, and
her squirming, combined with the grimace on her face and the little
whimpering sounds she was making, made it clear she was very
uncomfortable with the situation. A prompt response was called
for, but I have never believed in premature action, and therefore
proceeded with more detailed examinations, spreading her labia for
a better look and softly running my fingers over the entire visible
area, while gently probing the parts I couldn't see. My poor
Anneri's increasing violent reactions made it clear that I had to
speed up my investigations, so I increased the pace and force of my
stroking and probing, but, ever diligent, I persisted until I was
sure of the terrain. By this time the fluid flow was quite
prodigious and immediate action could no longer be deferred, so I
dropped my mouth to the effected area and began a vigourous effort
to suck up the fluid flow and lick dry the rest of the area. Anneri's
increasingly forceful moans drove me on, and as she began to cry out
"PLEASE PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE" I threw my last reserves into the
effort, my tongue darting madly, but as her spasms increased in
force while the volume and pitch of her screams heightened I feared
that all my efforts were for nought and my darling would soon be
done, but then she started to shout "YES YES OH YES" in an ecstatic
voice and the violence of her spasms was replaced by a sort of
persistent trembling accompanied by small moans. This continued for
a few moments, then she lay silent and still. I rose and caressed
Ann's wet, glowing face, then covered it with kisses. I unstrapped
her legs and cut the rope to her wrists, so that the few inches of
dangling rope below her hands would not be a hindrance, and carried
her to a chair, where I sat with her on my lap and put my arms around
her and held her close as I rocked her.
I don't know how long we remained like that; a long time, I think,
but it's not by oversight that nothing in the Playroom helps to
measure time. Ann may have slept a little. When she began to stir
in my arms, I kissed her and asked, "So how are you?".
"I'm good", she said, smiling, "but you're a mess".
"We could both using a cleaning up before supper", I said.
"FOOD !", Ann said, "yes, I'm famished".
"Well, shower first", I said as I put her on her feet and nudged her
towards the bathroom. I followed her in, and got the water running
good and hot, steaming up the bathroom, before I disrobed. As I did,
I noticed Ann's smile change from the small, mellow smile she had
come in with to a wide, satisfied smirk. "Wipe that smile off your
face, dear," I told her, "it's inappropriate for a Sextoy to look so
smug".
"Yes, SIR", she said - and went on smiling.
"What AM I going to do with you", I said (I didn't lack for ideas of
how to punish that breach of obedience, but there would another day
for that), "well, for now I'm going to wash you and feed you", I
said. "Raise your hands above your head", I ordered. When she did
so, I began lathering her up, taking handfuls of liquid soap and
rubbing them into her with hard, steady strokes, and making sure to
cover her quite thoroughly, then took her by the hands and stepped
into the shower with her.
"Wouldn't you like me to get you lathered up ?", she asked,
archly.
"Figuratively you already have, love; factually that's just what
you're going to do", I told her, and after getting myself nice and
wet, I faced her then picked her up and started rubbing her against
me as she squealed. I thorough lathered my chest by rubbing her
throughly lathered breasts across it, then put my face in her
cleavage and moved it about till it was good and soapy. Ever
helpful, Ann helped soap the backs of my thighs and buttocks by
wrapping her legs around them. That still left the front of my legs
to be lathered, of course, so I planted a foot on base of the shower
and sat Ann astride that leg and slid her up and down my leg a few
times, then repeated the process on the other leg. There was still
an important area to be covered, so I had Ann kneel and spread the
liquid soap over her mouth and cheeks and told her to lather my
crotch, which she did, quite thoughly, rubbing her face over the
area until all the soap had been transferred; the times her tongue
darted over me, were, I'm sure, inadvertent. Now well lathered, I
let the shower wash the soap off me and stepped out to dry myself
while she let the warm water run over her, then I toweled her dry
and dressed before leading her out of the bathroom and to the door
of the dungeon, which I opened, then took her hands and untied them.
She smiled shyly, then raised her hands and placed them behind her
head, putting her fine breasts on display for me, and I took the
moment to caress them. Then I opened the outer door, and picked
up her clothes. "You go up first", I said, and waited till she was
a few steps ahead of me to follow.
"So, sir", she said, "is letting me get a head start a sign of
your trust, or your way of demonstrating your power over me by
showing that I won't try to flee ?".
"Actually, it's my way of watching your ass as you walk up the
steps", I replied.
Untying Anneri's hands, while it provided a nice moment, was really
just a practical consideration; I didn't want her hands rope tied
for too long. But I had no intention of letting her out of bondage,
not because I though she might leave, but because I like keeping
Ann in bondage. So when we got to the upstairs I had her lay on
a thick soft (faux) bearskin rug, wrapped her up nice and snug, with
just her head and feet sticking out, and sealed the rug (it had built
in locks) so she couldn't get out. She was nicely swaddled in a good
tight bondage that wouldn't let her do much more than wiggle her toes,
but didn't cut off circulation or restrict her breathing (well, not
much, anyway). I positioned her so she was looking at a bunch of
feathers, secure in the knowledge that she would make the connection
between the feathers and her bare, vulnerable feet; I had no plans
to use them, today, but she didn't need to know that. She'd have
time to worry about more tickle torture while I got our dinner.
"I'll be leaving you for awhile. This room isn't soundproof, but
sound doesn't carry well when the door is closed. But when this
light is on, that microphone will pick up whatever you say and carry
it to speakers spread around the house, so you aren't out of touch.
You can speak as much as you want, in fact make it a point to say
something every few minutes, and give a yell if you need me, but
don't cry wolf. If you violate any of these instructions I'll think
of something quite exquisitely painful - well beyond your pain
tolerance - to punish you with. Understood ?"
"Yes, sir", she said from her cocoon.
Anneri chatted happily enough while I prepared supper. I suppose
it was a unique pleasure for her to talk without my constant
interruptions and with the knowledge that I was listening for once.
When our meal was ready I brought it to the Playroom and undid the
rug, then buckled Ann's wrists behind her with soft leather cuffs,
leaving off the padlocks this time. I made her kneel, facing me, on
a pillow at my feet, and fed her bite sized ravioli and meatballs
while I stroked her hair and face, and when the meal was over held
her on my lap and cuddled her for awhile. But as Ann could
doubtless tell as she sat in my lap, it had been awhile since my
appetites had been addressed, and since kindness and nurturing are
new concepts to me, I can only handle so much of them at one time,
and frankly I was way past my threshold. It was time to get nasty.
I pushed Ann's legs off my lap and pivoted her so we were facing in
the same direction and I could get a good hold of her breasts while
I tried to devour her neck. After a few minutes of squeezing and
sucking, I stood her up and shoved her legs apart. I put my left
hand between her legs and played withher, while I opened my pants
and reached for a condom with my right. She promptly began rubbing
herself against my fingers, and when I had both hands free again I
started teasing her nipples while fingering her pussy until she was
good and moist and then I took her by the hips and guided her onto
me. She enthusiastically took over at that point, moving herself
up and down on my cock while I stroked her thighs and watched, when
able, the mirror on the wall to enjoy the rippling of her breasts as
she raised and lowered herself on me. After this had gone on for
a while, I grasped her under the breasts and under the thighs and
staggered to the bed with her and pushed her onto the bed on her
knees, her face pressed to the mattress, and began thrusting into
her, her body vibrating with the impact. I undid her wrist cuffs so
she could use her hands and she raised herself up on her hands and
knees as I continued to drive into her with long smooth strokes that
kept her dangling breasts swaying to and fro with each thrust as I
stroked her sweaty head with one hand while keeping the other on her
hip and we grunted in unison and I was close to coming but it was
too soon, too soon for this to end and I withdrew from her pussy and
lay on the bed and pulled her head to mine and locked it in a kiss
while my hands roamed her body then grasped her by the thighs and
pulled her knees up under her so she was sitting above me and she
plunged onto me again and again while her breasts flew and her face
twisted into a glowing mask simultaneously beautiful and grotesque
and it could be delayed no longer and I fired within her as she
shuddered and screamed and we came together, and then the moment
past and she fell off me and I pulled her to me and held her in the
short silent moment when I could love without need, and we both
drifted off to sleep.
I awakened after an uncertain period and tried to tell from her
breathing if she was awake or asleep, and when I determined that
she was awake I kissed her and squeezed her tight, and she snuggled
against me. We lay like that for a long time. After a while I
whispered to her, "Stay here for the rest of the night. You can
go home tomorrow", and she said, "You're going to have to drag me
OUT of here, too".
END PLAYROOM